#remembers that my ex-bestie said that's weird of me and frowns

[nesmithmike]

i wonder if i could comm a kirk chibi from someone that could be made into a plushie...

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 8

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | You make the poor choice of teasing Dr. Crane, so obviously he has to punish you.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, hickeys, praise, edging, crying (but in a hot way), consensual sex, orgasm denial, cockwarming?, emotions? idk, neither does he tbh, bestie has no idea how to comfort you💀

Words | 3.6k

Notes | Trying really hard to keep his character accurate😓 lmk what y’all think lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 7

Neither of you mentioned his confession again. He seemed to be acting mostly normal and only a little awkward and withdrawn so you tried to remain the same to assure him that nothing changed. You were sitting on the couch, doodling with a spare piece of paper he found as well as an extra pencil, when you broke the silence. 

“Where are you planning on sleeping?” You asked, eyeing the large space that was empty save for a desk, a chair, and a couch. 

“The couch.” He said, not looking up from what he was working on. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” You asked, making him sigh and turn his gaze to you. “For now you may sleep on the couch, I doubt I’ll be sleeping much anyway.” 

“Oh. Don’t you have an apartment? A bed?” 

“The cops are going to be looking for everyone that escaped, including myself- especially myself, because I created what caused all of that.” 

“Oh… What if I go? I can bring you back some clothes so you don’t have to stay in that and anything else you need? I doubt I can lift a mattress on my own though.” 

“You want to go to my apartment in the middle of town, wearing that?” He asked, raising his brows. You looked down at your outfit and frowned, just now remembering that you’re wearing it still. 

“People are dumb enough to hang their laundry up outside. I’ll just take something before getting downtown.” You suggested, but back tracked when he was silent for a moment. “I don’t have to, it was just an idea.” 

“What will you do if the police show up?” 

“Um… I’ll tell them you’re my boyfriend and I left something there that I need.” That made him scoff. 

“They won’t believe that.” 

“Fine. Ex boyfriend. Who’s been so busy working that I had to just go there myself.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes at you for a moment. 

“Fine. Know that if you get caught, I have no power or leverage anymore to help you.” Honestly you didn’t expect him to agree. You figured he might want to keep you within his sight at all times but that wasn’t the case. Trying not to read into this new found trust, you were going over the plan in your head. 

“Wait, is it even within walking distance?” You realized, worried the whole plan just fell apart. 

“It’s not on this island, so no. And the train is still down because of the bat.” 

“Oh… I can probably walk, it’ll just take me longer I guess.” The sun was rising anyway, so it’ll probably be fine. “Or I’ll ask someone for a ride.” 

“Do not do that.” He said sternly, making you frown. 

“Why not?” 

“Because this is Gotham and you are a young, attractive woman. You will more than likely be kidnapped, raped, or killed.” 

“What am I supposed to do then?” He let out a heavy sigh, and got something out of his desk drawer. When he told you to come to him, you stood, leaving the pencil and paper, and walked over. 

“Give me your hand.” You held your arm out to him and he gently grabbed your hand to put on a very weird shaped bracelet on your wrist. “In case you don’t have time to put the mask on, point it away from your face and hold your breath, then push this.” He pointed to a lever near the heel of your hand and you reached for it, trying to test the motion and get used to it, but he stopped you. 

“Not- now.” He strained, uncurling your fingers. 

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. 

Then you were leaving, finding clothes that looked about the right size and changing in an alley behind a dumpster. The tricky part was the shoes but they’re subtle enough that they shouldn’t draw very much attention. You found an empty paper bag near the dumpster and put the mask in it then started looking for someone to drive you. You spotted an older woman getting into a car and immediately walked toward her. 

“Excuse me?” You said, making her pause. 

“No change, sorry.” 

“Oh no, I was actually hoping you could give me a ride. I have a job interview downtown and it probably wouldn’t make a good impression to show up all sweaty. But I understand if it’s too much trouble…” 

She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing, telling you to get in the back and asking for the address. You read it off the paper to her and ten minutes later you were pulling up in front of an apartment building. 

“You sure this is it?” 

“It’s for a small business.” You explained, quickly getting out of the car. “Thank you so much.” You dropped the smile as soon as you turned around to walk into the building. “Fuck,” You groaned, “I don’t have a fucking key.” How could you have forgotten that part? You decided to just walk inside, breathing a sigh of relief when you spotted a front desk. 

“Hi, I lost my key and my boyfriend’s out of town and I’m supposed to feed his cat,” 

“What number?” The man asked, bored. 

“178.” He reached back and grabbed a key, handing it to you impatiently. “Thanks...” He wasn’t lying when he said everyone and everything is corrupt or just doesn’t care. 

You made your way to the elevator and pushed 17. As you waited, you went over the list he gave you. Most of the stuff was easy, an extra pair of glasses in his desk drawer, a few pairs of clothes, shoes, a toothbrush as well as the extra one under the sink for yourself, etc. But you were mostly worried about the safe and the papers he wanted. What if you can’t open it? What if you grab the wrong ones?

The elevator opening with a ding removed you from your thoughts and you made your way to his door. You worked quickly, not wanting to increase your chances of getting caught, but you took the time to fold his suits, worried he’d be upset if you just threw them in his duffel bag. You opened the safe on the second try, putting the money that was in there in the duffel bag. 

Then you made your way to the desk. Even though the rest of the place was completely tidy, the desk was covered in different papers. He said they would be on top, not in a drawer, so you grabbed everything just to be safe. 

Before leaving, you went through his dresser, praying he wouldn’t be pissed, and got some shirts and sweatpants for yourself, as well as a hoodie and socks. 

The ride back was much easier since you had money to take a cab, but you still had to walk a few minutes, not wanting to be dropped off right in front of his “hideout” just in case. 

“No trouble?” He asked, barely glancing up from what he was writing. 

“Well I realized I forgot to ask about a key- speaking of which, you should probably move because the guy at the front desk just gave it to me.” The corners of his lips turned up and your cheeks went red, still not used to it. 

“Good job.” You stared at him in shock, feeling your cheeks heat up even more, but you tried to play it off. 

“Did you just compliment me?” You scoffed teasingly. 

“Don’t get used to it. Did you bring the papers I asked for?” 

“Oh- yeah.” You set the duffel bag on the desk and he opened it to inspect the contents. “I- I hope it’s okay, I brought just a few shirts and pants for myself too.” You said nervously. When he didn’t respond, you figured that meant it was okay. He started looking through the papers, then turned to you with raised brows. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring the wrong thing so I just took all of it.”

“Thank you.” He said, making your eyes widen. 

“Mhm.” Was all you could say in response. “Oh- here.” You said, suddenly remembering the wristband and taking it off to give it back. 

“Keep it.”

“What?” You choked out. “You- you’re not worried I’ll use it on you or something?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows. 

“Of course not.” He scoffed, then set the papers down and took out a suit and the shoes as you just waited awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Are you just going to watch?” He was teasing you, but there was still an edge to his voice. 

“N- no, sorry.” You blushed, turning around and staring at the ground, listening to the sound of clothes rustling behind you and thinking about how you’ve only ever seen his face, neck, hands, and cock- nothing else. The thought made you frown. “Unless it’s okay… then I’d like to watch.” You said quietly and the rustling stopped. 

“Why?” His tone was guarded. 

“I just- I haven’t seen you yet and you’ve seen all of me.” You explained meekly. “Nevermind, sorry.” You waited anxiously as you heard no movement from the man behind you. 

“Go ahead.” He said in a measured tone. You tentatively turned around, finding him in just a pair of dress pants, straight jacket on the floor and shirt in hand. The first thing you noticed was how lean he looks without his suit. The second were the small scars littering his torso. The third was his happy trail, leading down into his pants, teasing you. 

“Satisfied?” You looked up at him when you heard his voice, not able to read his expression. When all you could do was nod, his lips curled up into a small smirk. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you stupid over the desk.” He warned, voice laced with arousal. 

“Is that a promise, doctor?” You purred, stepping closer to him, setting the wristband on the desk to have both hands free. He stiffened, but allowed you to move until you were right in front of him. Staring deep into icy blue eyes, you slowly raised your hands, as if you were approaching a wild animal who could attack at any second. His eyes moved to your hands, watching, but he didn’t say anything. So you slowly moved them closer until you could almost feel the heat from his body against your palms. His eyes moved back to yours and you searched them for a deterrent. When you found nothing, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them down his stomach, making sure not to linger on any scars. You reached his pants and brushed over the button teasingly before snaking them back up his body. 

“You’re playing with fire.” He said lowly. Your hands reached his shoulders and you trailed them down his arms. Once you reached his hands, you grabbed the shirt and set it on the desk, then took both of his hands in yours, moving them around your waist. 

“On the contrary, Dr. Crane. I’m getting exactly what I want.” You placed your hands on his stomach again to snake around to his back. 

“Oh? And what’s that?” He said coyly, playing along. 

“You can let me keep teasing you to my heart's content or you can punish me. Either way I win.” You smirked, moving your hands down his back to his pants and following the waist line around his body until they met at the button. 

“You think you’ll enjoy however I choose to punish you?” He scoffed. 

“You said it yourself, doctor. You don’t want to hurt me. So I’m sure I can take it.” His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you wince as he pushed you against the desk. 

“Foolish girl. You underestimate my desire to watch you crying and begging for my forgiveness. I have no problem torturing you, in fact, I’ll enjoy it.” You faltered at that. “Does that frighten you?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“You don’t scare me anymore.” You said quietly, feeling the arousal in your stomach quickly make its way between your legs. 

“That’s not what I asked.” He teased and you swallowed thickly, squirming under his gaze. 

“No.” You tried to keep your voice steady. 

“Maybe not yet. But I’m sure it will soon.” He reached a hand up to wrap around your neck, squeezing and pulling you forward as your breath hitched. “I don’t have to hurt you to torture you. You should know that by now.” He said quietly, gaze straying to your lips. 

“I can take it.” You said, equally as quiet, not even believing the words as they left your mouth. 

“You think so?” He cooed and you nodded in response. “I guess we’ll find out then.” He took a step back and you whined at the loss of his touch, reaching out for him. “Pick it up.” He said, gesturing to the straight jacket. Your eyes moved anxiously between him and the garment, hesitating. “This is the only warning I’m giving you— You don’t want me to tell you again.” You leaned down and picked up the straight jacket, then waited for his next command. 

“Put it on.” 

“Dr. Crane,” You whined, but he raised his brows, making you close your mouth and reluctantly slide it on. He stepped closer again then started buckling the restraints. 

“You seem to think that pain is the only form of punishment I’ll inflict. I guess given my history I shouldn’t be surprised but you need to get that idea out of your head right now or things will only get worse for you.” You stared at him with wide eyes but his gaze remained on the task of restraining you. “There are plenty of ways I can punish you.” He said clinically, like a doctor explaining something to a patient. “Like denial, for example. Not just orgasm denial… You can’t touch me either.”  

“Please- I’m sorry.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes that did not work at all. 

“I bet you are. I bet you’ll say whatever it is you think I want to hear right now. Unfortunately, the only sounds I want from you are moans and cries.” He led you over to the couch and kneeled in front of you to pull down your pants and underwear before having you sit. He discarded your shoes so he could fully remove your clothes, then pulled you forward to the edge of the couch and spread your legs embarrassingly wide. 

“I think you also underestimate my patience. I am more than willing to do this as long as it takes.” He started dragging his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you, never getting close to where you wanted him.   

“Please.” You whined as your hips started squirming. 

“Come now… We haven’t even started and you’re already begging? At least save that until the actual torture begins.” 

“Don’t want torture.” You muttered. 

“No? I thought you said this would be a win for you? That you can take it.”

“Please.” You whined, much brattier this time— all but throwing a fit.  

“There’s that attitude.” He chuckled. “Keep that up. It makes it more fun for me when you break.” His hands snaked up your thighs, then back down, teasing you. You whined and squirmed, but surprisingly, it worked. He moved a hand between your legs, swiftly pushing in two fingers and rapidly curling them against your walls. You let out a choked moan from the sudden pleasure as your head rolled back onto the couch and your hips bucked. He pulled you even farther down the couch, then leaned down and took your clit in his mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” You said through a moan, hips flinching as he groaned against you in response. Lifting your head to look down at him, you found his eyes already on you, making you blush and squirm under his gaze. After getting so turned on and not coming when you sucked him off before, your orgasm approached quickly. The volume of your moans increased as you started trying to rut against his face. He suddenly pulled back, his fingers halting, making you whine. 

“Please, I was so close.” You pouted. 

“I know.” He leaned back down, resuming the motions of his fingers as he started working your clit over in his mouth again. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, but you let out a choked sob when he stopped. 

“Please!” You cried. 

“Shh. Be a good girl and take your punishment.” He muttered before leaning back down and continuing. You weren’t sure how many times you were on the cusp of pleasure before it was ripped away from you, but you knew it was at least five— after that you weren’t able to concentrate on counting through your crying and desperation. He pulled back but continued moving his fingers as you babbled out incoherent pleas. 

“I have to admit, my patience is wearing thin so I’ll only keep this up for a little longer.” You sobbed in relief at his words. “Once I’m ready to come, I’m gonna fuck your ass. Remember how much you liked it before? It won’t be nearly as pleasurable this time and you certainly won’t be able to come from it.” 

“No- no, please.” You said, panicked. The thought of being empty was enough to intensify your crying. “Please- I don’t care if I don’t come, just please fuck me.” You whimpered. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He said softly, but you just shook your head. 

“No, I- I need your cock- please!” 

“How do I know you won’t come?” He asked, slowing his fingers to a stop before removing them, making you whimper at the emptiness. 

“I won’t! Please- I promise I won’t!” He watched you cry for a moment before cursing under his breath and working on taking his cock out of his pants. 

“Can’t fucking say no to you.” He muttered, helping you to lay down on the couch as he crawled over you. The second he pushed in, you let out a relieved sob that turned into a whine when you tried to move your arms. 

“Please- I want to touch you. Please let me touch you.” You whimpered, watching the way his brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan when he was all the way in. 

“I can’t, you still need to be punished.” He said breathlessly and you sobbed the hardest you have all night so far.  

“Please! Please- I’m sorry!” You cried and he shushed you as he brought a hand up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

“I know, it’s okay.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you as he slowly started moving. Trailing kisses up your jaw to your ear, he whispered, “You’re doing so well, little one. Making me feel so good.” You sobbed harder at the pet name— not used to such affection from him. 

“Oh god,” You moaned, already feeling close again. When he picked up the pace and began kissing and marking your neck, you started panting again. You tried to at least tone down your sobbing a little bit, but after you started, it was really hard to stop. 

“Fuck- I’m already close.” He whined, rutting into you desperately now. His hands never left your body as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out quiet moans and shaky breaths. When he stilled with a low groan, your cunt ached at the way his cock was twitching inside you, painting your walls with his come. After a moment, his moans stopped and he was panting heavily into your shoulder. When he started pulling out, you sobbing intensified. 

“No! Please- please don’t- not yet.” You whimpered. 

“I need to get this off of you.” He said, lifting his head from your neck to look at the straight jacket. 

“I don’t care- just please don’t leave yet.” You cried. 

“Okay- It’s okay. Sit up like this.” He maneuvered you so that he was sitting on the couch and you were straddling his hips, his cock never leaving you. He started working on the straight jacket, unbuckling all of it until he could slip it off if you and toss it on the floor. Now that your hands were free, you realized that you couldn’t even do anything with them, not without making him uncomfortable. So you continued crying. 

“Okay, just- come here.” He muttered, pulling you down to lay on his chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight as you turned your cheek, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin. His hands fumbled around for a moment before eventually settling on your hips and you knew that he was probably miserable right now. Honestly you’re surprised he didn’t just throw you off of him instead. 

“I’m sorry- I…” He shushed you, not letting you continue babbling out apologies. 

“Just breathe.” He said softly and you couldn’t help but obey. You let out a slow shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “That’s it. Just focus on breathing. You did so well for me, I’m very proud.” You let out another quiet sob at the praise and shushed you again as he moved a hand up to your hair, lightly stroking it to soothe you. 

“You’re okay.” He said softly. “Just breathe— you’re okay.”

Part 9

(For the sake of the plot, bestie is no longer taking oral contraceptives because he had her get an iud or something back in Arkham lol)

[topazy]

In the shadows

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence

Chapter: 1.11

Stiles shakes his head, unimpressed, as you both watch Scott turn his bedroom upside down while searching for his phone. Seeing Scott become so wound up scared you, mainly because it could trigger him into turning.

“Call it again!”

“Scott, I've called it three times in the last five minutes, and it’s not here. You’ll just need to get a new one.”

“I can’t afford a new one,” he says while wriggling out from under his bed. “And I can’t do this alone. We need to find Derek.”

“Well, A, you’re not alone. You have me and Mori,” Stiles points out. “And B, didn’t you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead.”

You had to stifle a laugh at the expression on Stiles' face. He was the only person you knew who could be blunt and funny at the same time. You sigh. “I don’t want to sound cynical, but I think Stilinski is right. Werewolf or not, the chances of Derek surviving that are slim.”

“Argent's plan was to use him to get the alpha. They're not going to kill him.”

“All right, so then just let them do what they’re planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved.”

“Not if Peter’s going after Allison to find Derek!” Scott snaps while looking through the same drawers for the fourth time. “I can’t protect her on my own. Which means we need to find Derek first. Just one of you help me!”

Stiles raises his eyebrows at you before turning the computer chair he’s sitting in to face Scott. “You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson, Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here? He also put Mori’s ex-boyfriend in the hospital; everybody seems to forget about that.”

“He was going to kill anyone, and I’m not letting him die.”

Stiles looks at him in disbelief and asks, “Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?”

You swing your leg off Scott’s bed and kick Stiles in the knee and mouth ‘seriously’ at him.

He shoves your foot off him, “what? I can’t be the only one who remembers all the horrible shit Derek’s done.”

“Meh,” you shrug. “Milo kinda had it coming... so did Jackson to be fair.”

Scott suddenly jumps back from the boxes he was rummaging through and says, “My mom just got home from work.”

You watch as his face falls and he asks, “Is she okay?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “She’s crying in her car.”

He sits down on the bed beside you, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Scott, you can’t look after everyone all the time. It’s impossible.”

You hoped more than anything that Scott would cut himself some slack before he drove himself crazy.

—

“Please!”

Stiles gives you a stern look while closing his locker door and says, “No.”

“Come on, don’t make me beg.”

He huffs, “I thought you liked Lydia and Allison.”

“I do; I just hate shopping.” You lean your head back against the wall, putting on your most defeated look. “I need you there. Lydia has already said she wants to give me a makeover. What if I give into peer pressure and end up looking like an idiot?”

He laughs and says, “By idiot, you mean female, right?”

You hit his chest playfully and said, “Fine, I’ll beg.” In truth, you’d grown to be quite fond of Lydia, but Allison made you nervous, and you struggled to fit in with their conversation at times and often felt like the odd one out. “I don’t want to be alone with Allison because I’m worried I'm going to put my foot in it and say something about Scott that I shouldn't. I know how much she means to him; I just, I’ll say something weird like…”

“My bestie is a werewolf?”

“I’m being serious,” you frown.

“I know,” he says softly. “Tell you what, I’ll meet you in the mall if you try on at least one horrible frilly puffy dress.”

You roll your eyes just as the bell for class goes: “I’ll see you after school. Don’t be late.”

—

As you step onto the escalator going up to the floor of the department Lydia kept raving about, you notice Allison is very quiet. “Is everything okay, Allison?”

“There's nothing wrong; I just have a lot on my mind.”

“You could smile at least,” Lydia jests. “Ever heard of the saying, Never frown? Someone could be falling in love with your smile?”

It was nice seeing them on better terms; Allison had forgiven Lydia for making out with Scott. It probably helped that Lydia bought her friend a prom dress as an apology. You zone out of their conversation as your eyes scan the horrible patterned clothes hanging on the mannequins; you only pay attention when you reach the top floor and Allison says, “Oh, don’t frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.”

“Sorry, what’s going on?” You ask confused.

“I was just letting Lydia know who her new date to the prom is,” Allison says, amused.

You follow her line of thought and feel instant jealousy when you realize who she’s talking about. Stiles. He was standing at the perfume counter sniffing different bottles and said, “Actually, that’s my date. So Lydia will need to find someone else.”

The redhead smirks, linking her arm with yours. “Looks like I don’t need to cancel my dumb, roided-up jock after all.”

—

You hold multiple dresses up in front of a long mirror, all of them black and similar in style. You feel crazy for not being able to make a simple decision alone and just pick a damn dress. Allison left to get her car, which was about to be towed, and Lydia was dragging Stiles around the store like her caddie while she tried on multiple outfits. Sighing, you hang all but two on a rack and hold two dresses side by side. Why did it all of a sudden matter so much how you looked? You never cared before. Unless... was it possible you wanted to look nice to impress—

“You should really try something in a lighter shade.”

You look over your shoulder and feel your chest tighten as you struggle to find any words to say as Peter Hale walks closer to you. The alpha. Your voice is weak as you back away from him, “Scott…”

Peter chuckles, “Scott might be your savior on many things, but fashion isn’t one of them. The best way to get your little friend's attention is by wowing him, and you aren’t going to do that by wearing the same old thing, are you?”

You remain speechless as Peter holds up a light yellow dress next to you and says, “Hmm.” He places the dress back down, then holds up another and nods, “sea green is most definitely your color.”

Before you have a chance to reply, someone grabs hold of your wrist and drags you away. You blink a few times before realizing who it is. “Scott!”

He lets go when people start to stare, most likely because you raised your voice. He ignores them, “are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine, Scott.”

“What the hell did he want?”

“To give me fashion advice.”

Frustrated, Scott runs his hands through his hair, looking lost in his own thoughts. “First he played with my mom, then Allison, and now you.”

“I’m fine, and so are your mom and Allison,” you reassure him. “Allison’s whole family is a werewolf hunter; she's probably the safest out of all of us.”

“I just want to protect the people I love,” he stutters.

“I know,” you place your hand on his back, motioning for him to turn around. “You can start by saving Stiles from shopping.”

He lets out a quiet laugh when his eyes land on Stiles, who was struggling to hold a pile of clothes that had been placed in his arms. “Yeah, we better help him.”

—

Nervously, you walk back into the school’s gymnasium, where the dance was being held. Despite nothing going wrong so far, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad would happen. You look up at the bleachers when an empty cup hits the back of your head. Spotting Scott, who was trying his best to blend in, and going to sit beside him.

“You do know the whole point of blending into a school dance you’ve been attending is to blend in,” you laugh. “Throwing things at people is probably not the way forward.”

He struggles to keep a straight face as he apologizes, “Sorry.”

“You're forgiven,” you roll your eyes playfully, “have you seen Stiles?”

He points out Stiles, who was in the crowd of students, he was dancing with Lydia. Your smile drops. You didn’t think seeing him dance with her would cause any emotions to stir inside you, but it did. There was no denying the redhead was one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen and was incredibly smart. It was no surprise to see his beaming face.

“When you went to the bathroom, Lydia asked him if he knew where you got your necklace from; he just smiled and said it was a gift. Stiles doesn’t know you know, does he?”

You shake your head. Years ago, you’d lost a necklace you'd been given by a family member for your birthday and were distraught. You didn’t care that your parents would be mad; it mattered because it was sentimental. You spent days looking for it, and then one morning at school, Stiles gave you back your lost necklace. He says he found it on the lacrosse field, which was almost easy to believe except that the one you lost was silver and the one he gave you back was gold, but you never questioned it and thanked him. A few days later, Mr. Stilinski accidentally let slip that Stiles had sold some of his old computer games, and you realized how he’d gotten you the necklace. “No, I never told him.”

Stiles always went out of his way to be kind to others, and he looked so happy when he gave you something. You suspected that telling him you knew it wasn’t the same one you lost would only disappoint him. It was strange thinking about it now—all that fuss over a moon-shaped necklace. Maybe your life was foreshadowing what was to happen in your future?

Scott elbows you lightly in the side and says, “Stiles' crush on her is only superficial.”

“God, there's nothing I'm hiding from you, is there?” You ask lightheartedly.

You smooth the fabric of your dress down. You decided to buy something that you usually wouldn’t wear and got a light pink satin dress that stopped just above your knees. Your mom curled your hair and pinned it up for you before adding the smallest amount of makeup. At first, you kind of liked it, but now you feel silly.

“You look bea--oh crap!”

You notice his fixation on one spot and look down from the bleachers to see coach angrily wagging his finger at him, “McCall! I see you! Come here, buddy.”

Scott runs away from the stairs and tries to lose coach in between all the couples dancing. It was hard not to laugh watching the scene unfold as Coach struggled to catch up with him, shoving other students out of the way.

“McCall! It’s a small gym; I’m going to find you. I got you, McCall!”

Scott disappears behind decorative curtains, then comes out and pulls Danny up with him to dance. He puts his arms around Danny’s neck just as coach catches him. “McCall! You’re not supposed to... What the hell are you? What the hell are you doing?”

The music is paused, and the dance goes completely silent as the coach backtracks his words.

Scott pulls Danny in closer. “Yes, coach?”

“Okay,” Coach chuckles nervously, “hold on, you... I was just saying he’s not supposed to... I mean, I wasn’t saying that he shouldn’t... you guys don’t think... you don’t... I… I was just…dance everyone, just dance.”

When the music is turned back on, Danny is left dumbfounded when Scott rushes off, the coach goes to yell at Greenberg, and Danny’s date stares at him unimpressed after watching him dance with another guy.

“Mori! Mori!” You look down from the spot you’re sitting to see Stiles waving for you to come down, and sighing, you make your way to him. “I was looking for you; did you see what Scott just did?”

“Yeah, he really pulled a number on coach.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.”

He gives you a skeptical look, but you force a smile that seems to please him. He offers you his hand and says, “May I have this dance, ma'am?”

You accept his offer for a dance. “You may.”

—

You rest your arms comfortably on Stiles' shoulder as you slow dance together. You've lost track of how long you’ve been dancing for, but this was the part of the night where couples would start to make out or declare their undying love for one another, and you couldn’t help but think Stiles would rather be dancing with someone else instead.

“Okay,” Stiles suddenly pulls back from your embrace, but he keeps his hands on your arm and waist. “You're stiff as a board. Does this have something to do with what happened in the mall?”

You shrug. “Honestly, I’m not used to being all dressed up, and I feel stupid.”

“Well, you don’t look stupid; you look breathtaking.”

You try to laugh off his comment, “You’re my best friend, of course you're going to say that.”

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth, Mori. You look the same to me now as you do wearing those old oversized outfits with paint covering your hair and face,” he says, looking down at the ground to avoid your gaze. “You could wear a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”

You look at him shocked; you weren’t expecting a compliment like that. Stiles lifts his head, and his light brown eyes gaze into your own. Your faces slowly move closer—

“Have either of you seen Jackson?”

You practically leap apart. Stiles rubs at his jaw, his eyes freakishly wide, and says, “No, I haven’t seen him for a while. Didn’t he come with Allison? Maybe she’s with him.”

Turning your head to look around the room, you spot Allison. “She’s dancing with Scott.”

Lydia looks slightly shaken. “I can’t find him anywhere.”

“Maybe he just went to the bathroom,” Stiles suggests.

“For over an hour.”

As much as you hated Jackson, you couldn’t deny it was worrying with the knowledge of the killer alpha on the loose.

“We can help you look,” you offer.

“Okay, I’m going to check outside," Lydia says before quickly walking away. “Call me if you find him.”

You look back at Stiles and say, “I’ll go with her so she’s not alone, Lydia, wait!”

“I’ll check the hallways!” He calls after you.

—

“Why would Jackson be out here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around your bare shoulders. Lydia had led you to the lacrosse field, which was empty except for the two of you.

“He comes out here to think.”

You refrain from making a sarcastic comment. Suddenly the lights surrounding the lacrosse field come on one by one. Getting a bad feeling, you grab Lydia’s hand and say, “We should go.”

“Jackson?”

“Jackson’s not out here. It's probably just some creep messing with us; let’s go.” You try to pull her with you, but she lets go of your hand and starts to walk towards a figure coming out of the shadows. It takes your sight a moment to adjust to the bright lights, but when it does, you scream, “Lydia, run!”

Paralyzed with fear, Lydia remains in the same place as Peter starts to change out of his human form. Before you have a chance to get to her, Lydia’s body hits the ground. “No!” You run and kneel beside her, feeling for a pulse. “Why did you do that? She's never done anything to you!”

Peter lets out a sinister laugh. “I know, but I couldn’t let her wonder off now, could I? Not when I finally have what I need.”

Seeing his eyes glowing red, your body tenses. “What is it you need?”

“You're not dense, Mori; figure it out.”

You stop the tears from spilling from your eyes as you struggle to think of what he needs. Your heart sinks when you see another person coming onto the field. Stiles. You whisper, “Please don’t hurt him.”

“Funny, I’m counting on him to say the same thing.”

It finally made sense to you. Peter has always been observing all of you. His kills weren’t random but calculated. He has noticed the small details no one else did: your group's relationships and how you treat each other. That's why it wasn't hard for him to realize how important you were to Stiles and Scott or how easy it would be for him to use you against them.

That last thing you see before everything goes black is Peter's large, bloodied fangs coming towards you.

[skullrock]

the lesson - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: a continuation of the Faker - you decide to teach Steve how to have good sex. 

word count: 4.2k of pure fuckin smut baby

warnings: SMUT. swearing.

a/n: this is my fucking magnum opus y'all. this is it. it won’t get any better. I have reached my peak. I really hope you guys enjoy dorky and silly Steve learning how to have sex! this was really amazing and fun to write!! there WILL be another part to this so keep your eyes peeled!

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On a Thursday afternoon, you get a phone call. Sitting up in bed, you grab the phone from beside you.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, I need your help.” It’s Steve.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I – fine,” he says. “I need your help.”

“Yes?” you say, confused.

“Do you… happen to have… Stacy MacNamera’s number?”

You still, confusion increasing. “Your ex-girlfriend Stacy?”

“Yeah.”

“…You want her number?”

“Yes.”

You drop your head into your free hand. “Steve… why-“

“Look, I’ll cut to the chase,” he says. “Remember our… conversation?”

“The one where I told you women fake all the time?”

“Yeah, that,” he says. His voice becomes soft and you lean into the phone to hear him better. “I want to ask – to see if I was – if she faked it for me.”

You have no words.

“I need your help because Robin won’t –“

“Yeah, no shit, Robin won’t!” You groan, straightening. “What makes you think I will help?”

He pauses. “Um… because – I will really appreciate it?”

“Just ask Nancy. For fuck’s sake, Steve, you can’t just call someone you dated in high school to ask if you dicked them down good enough.”

“I can’t ask Nancy,” he scoffs. “That’s weird.”

“Weirder than asking someone from four years ago if she liked your –“

“I’ll call you back,” he groans, and hangs up.

You slowly put the phone back on the receiver, absolutely speechless. You hope the guy doesn’t stick his foot in his mouth even more so than usual.

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A knock comes on your door a few hours later. You run downstairs and open it, only to be met with Steve, looking like a lost puppy. You can tell his hand has been through his hair more than a dozen times, and he looks stressed.

“Results weren’t good, huh?”

“Can I come in?” he asks sadly. You relent, stepping to the side, and he heads straight for your couch. He slams his body into it and ducks his head into his arms.

“What happened, champ?” You ask sympathetically, sitting down across from him.

After a moment, he speaks. “She said I was okay. She said when we had sex the first time, she didn’t get the hype.”

You suppress a laugh.

“She said it was mediocre,” he continues, and moves his head to the side to look at you. “She said I was fine with moving my hips, but not much else. And then she said I didn’t know what the – what the -?” He furrows his brows. “The… click? Is?”

“What did you just say?” you ask, leaning forward and almost falling out of the chair. “The click?”

“Is that like, when you know you love someone?” he says, frowning. “Because I think I get the click –”

“Steve,” you breathe, eyes wide. “Steve, you dumbass. Did she say the clit?”

His brows furrow, and then he nods. “Yeah, yeah, the clit.”

“Steve,” you moan, burying your head in your hands. “The clit is a body part, dude. It’s near the vagina.”

“I’m hopeless!” he cries, shoving his head back into his arms. You roll your eyes at his dramatics.

“Calm down,” you say, getting up and kneeling in front of him. You rub his shoulders. “You just need a girl to teach you –“

“You!” he says, bolting into an upright position. “You teach me!”

“What?” you ask, incredulous. “You want me to teach you how to have good sex?”

“Well, yeah,” he says, looking at you like you’re stupid. “It’s not weird, we’re just friends.”

You feel your face heat up. “That’s what makes it weird, genius.”

“It’s like, no strings attached,” he says desperately. “Come on, Y/N, what else are friends for?”

“Your definition of friend is a lot different from mine,” you say, licking your lips nervously. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it. Steve’s handsome, no denying. But do you really want to have shitty sex?

“I’ll give you all the credit,” he pleas. “Everyone will remember you as the girl who taught me what the clint is.”

You’re curious as to how bad he can be – and maybe it can be cathartic for you. You like helping people. This is just… a bit more help than usual.

“We do it, you don’t tell anyone,” you say. “None of our friends can know.”

“Yeah, yeah!” he says. “That’s fine.”

“But when you start hooking up again, I want the credit.”

“Done, it’s done!”

You sigh heavily, nerves bustling. You get up off your knees and sit beside him. You turn slightly to face him. He looks a bit too excited, and you scoff. “Alright, buddy, I’m teaching you female anatomy, this is strictly professional.”

“Professional, yeah,” he says. “I can be that.”

You sigh again. “Okay. How do you usually start your sexual endeavors?”

He stills, brows furrowed. “Do I tell you or show you?”

“Oh, right,” you say nervously. “I guess you show me.”

He picks up on your nervousness and grins smugly. “This is strictly professional.”

“Shut up,” you hiss. “Just lead me, okay? I’ll stop you when I have critiques or tips.”

“Alright,” he says, and he suddenly grabs you. He pulls you to him, lips on yours.

Your first observation – he’s a good kisser. His lips are soft, and they move purposefully. Honestly, it knocks your breath out of your lungs. Steve’s hands run along your sides gently before resting on your hips, pulling you even closer. His tongue dips out and he licks your bottom lip, so you open. His tongue delves into your mouth, running against yours, and you’re feeling a little too dizzy and a little too hot. His hand rests at the hem of your shirt for a moment before it slides up. His large hand cups your breast and you can’t help but moan, then groan at the smug smile you feel against your lips.

“You’re a good kisser,” you say, pulling away.

“At least I have that goin’ for me, huh?”

You know he notices your red cheeks, but you hope he doesn’t say anything. His hand rests still on your breast and he looks at you eagerly, awaiting instruction.

“Um,” you continue. “Keep going.”

And he does. He lays you down onto your back and goes for your neck next, his lips leaving wet kisses on it. He sucks and bites gently, nearly perfectly. You’re blissed out, holding back your moans because you don’t want to stroke his ego too soon. But then his hands are going towards your pants, and you gasp.

“Woah, buddy,” you say, and he freezes, looking up at you in confusion.

“What?”

“You’re moving too fast,” you say, breathless. “Don’t you work from like, the top down?”

His brows furrow heavily. “No?”

Your brows furrow in response. “You just go for it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“You moron,” you say, sitting up. He opens his mouth to protest, but you throw your shirt off – no bra, as you’d just been lounging. Steve’s mouth drops and his eyes widen, and he’s harder than he’s ever been in a matter of seconds. Your eyes go down to his strained pants and you roll your eyes. “Alright, buddy – it’s just boobs.”

“What do I do?” he asks eagerly as you lay back down.

“Just – come here,” you say, and he does, propping himself up on his elbows. You clear your throat. “Okay, you’re good at using your tongue – at least on the face. So just – use it on – on the nipples.”

He cocks his head but leans down, kissing from your neck down to your chest, tongue occasionally darting out. He gets to one breast and looks up at you uncertainly. You nod in encouragement and he takes your nipple into his mouth. You suck in a sharp breath as he rolls his tongue on it, and then suck in another when he bites it a bit too hard.

“Okay, it’s not a jawbreaker,” you say, laughing. “Gentle.”

For whatever reason, Steve is even more turned on by the directions. It’s been a long time since he’s worshipped a body, and he’s content that it’s yours. His friend. Nothing else. Just his buddy, his pal, his bestie. He smooths his tongue over it and tries again, gentler this time, and it makes you squirm.

“Like that,” you affirm. “Keep practicing.”

Steve runs his lips over your chest, giving you goosebumps, and he does the same gentle treatment to the other breast. One hand comes up and cups your other breast and you nod to tell him you like it. Steve, honestly, is about to lose it, but he makes an effort to focus on how you feel in his mouth instead of how his jeans feel on his dick.

“Okay,” you say eventually, propping yourself up. “Now what, Steve?”

He looks lost. “Um – I keep going down, right?”

“Yes,” you say. “You – literally – keep going down. Have you ever eaten a girl out before?”

He crinkles his nose and you laugh in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“Well apparently it’s a good thing, since I don’t know what the – Klimt is –“

“Klimt is a painter,” you sigh. “It’s the clit.”

“What’s that stand for?”

“It’s short for clitoris.”

He furrows his brows and looks down at your waistband. You smile. “Strip me, bud.”

Steve takes your pants off slowly – at least he has that part down. He goes to take off your underwear, straining against himself, but you sit up.

“Wait, wait,” you rush. “Take off your clothes now, too.”

He does as he is told – and he makes it dramatic, of course. Shirt coming off slowly, then slowly unbuttoning himself, unzipping extra slow.

“Steve, you don’t have to go that slow,” you say.

“I’m doing it for you!”

“I didn’t ask for a strip tease.”

He rolls his eyes but takes his jeans off. You see how hard he is through his boxers and your mouth automatically waters, but you look back up at his face, pushing the lust down. “You’re that hard already?”

“It’s been a while,” he admits sheepishly. “Boxers on or off?”

“On.” You lick your lips again. “It can cause some nice friction for you, and it makes the reveal a bit nicer.”

He nods and comes back to you on the couch. He looks at you with a cocked head, waiting for instruction. You’re nervous – he hadn’t touched you there yet, so you’re going from second to third base, and you’re doing it with your friend.

“Alright,” you say. “Um – so – you want to start by like, teasing.”

He smirks stupidly. “I don’t think this color of underwear looks good on you.”

“Tease the skin, you moron!”

“I know! Just trying to have some fun, Jesus.”

He scoots himself down, long legs hanging off of the arm rest at the end. It’s probably comical, but the moment his lips start kissing down your torso, you forget the imagery. His lips graze the waistband of your underwear and he stops for a moment before kissing back up.

You sigh a bit. “That’s it, just tease.”

He kisses down over the fabric and your breath hitches. He kisses down your thighs, almost the whole way off the couch. He sighs, irritated, and looks up at you. “Can’t we do this in a bed?”

“No, that’s vanilla,” you explain.

He rolls his eyes. “I am not vanilla.”

“Buddy, if you don’t know what the clit is, you’re definitely vanilla.”

He huffs but you relent. “Alright, we will go to my bedroom. But don’t think this means anything.”

The intimacy of being in your bed does mean something, but you won’t admit it.

When you get to your room, Steve shuts the door before gently pushing you against it, his hands flying over your bare skin. He bites your bottom lip and you gasp, which allows him to snake his tongue inside one more time.

“What are you doing?” you ask against his lips, then add, “I’m not complaining.”

“New room, new moves,” he mumbles, his hands flying up to your breasts. He rolls your nipples in his fingers and you melt into him – this was good.

“As nice as this is,” you say, resting your hands on his chest. “I need to teach you about the clit.”

He nods and you go to your bed, propping yourself up on the pillows. Steve settles between your legs again. You feel embarrassed by how wet you are, but you decide to let him know anyway. “Don’t let this go to your head – you’re really good with your tongue and hands. Can you see how wet I am?”

He looks down at your underwear and groans, nodding enthusiastically. Smirking, he adds, “Is this all from me?”

“I said, don’t let it go to your head,” you respond. You look down at him and bite your lip – Steve thinks it might be the hottest thing he ever saw – his friend, biting her lip, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

“Keep teasing?” he asks.

You sigh and timidly say, “You don’t have to just use lips and fingers, you know.”

He looks up at you in confusion. “You mean – my dick?”

“No.” You shift uncomfortably and finally say, “Your nose.”

“My nose?”

“Yeah, like, you can press it against the fabric –“

Steve tries it before you finish your thought, making you moan. It’s kind of sinful, which makes Steve harden in his boxers even more.

“Like that,” you say, strained. “And when the cloth comes off – you can use it when you – um – eat a girl … out.”

His fingers slip into the band of your underwear. “Can I take them off?”

“Good, you’re asking,” you say. “Yes, you can, and make sure you always ask a girl what she wants.”

He smiles smugly. “What do you want, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes, but the question is undeniably a turn on. “I want you to eat me out.” You pause. “Well, actually, I want you to learn what the fuck a clit is first.”

Steve takes your underwear off and gasps slightly. He has never been face to face with one of these before, and it’s very hot. He stares, mouth agape, and you can’t help but blush.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

“Hell yeah,” he breathes.

There’s an awkward silence where you don’t want to unpack what just happened. Then you clear your throat. “So, um, the clit is like, a nub towards the top.”

Steve nods, fingers going to part your folds, making you shiver.

“A nub?” he clarifies. “Is it this?” His finger brushes over it and you gasp before nodding vigorously.

“Yeah, right there, that,” you stutter. “That little thing is how you make a girl cum.”

Curiously, he presses on it – hard. You jump back and laugh. “For fucks sake, Steve, it’s not a button on a remote. It’s very sensitive, so you have to be gentle.”

“Sorry,” he says quietly, then uses his finger to slowly rub it.

“Circles,” you say, voice straining, and he changes his pace to draw slow circles on it.

You nod. “Yeah, right – oh my god.”

Steve dives in without warning, tongue circling over it gently. He moans into you, hips grinding into your mattress. He thinks you taste good; he thinks you feel good against his tongue. Your hips bucking up into him is a plus, and he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you still.

“G-good,” you stutter. “Good, Steve.”

He’s not completely hopeless – he learned what the clit is and he’s doing a damn good job at giving it attention. Steve inclines his head to go into you deeper, and you gasp at feeling his tongue right at your entrance. Steve’s going crazy over listening to your whines and moans and he goes a bit harder.

“Uh,” you say as he continues, pushing down the moans in your throat. “If a girl is – fuck – about to cum from this – you don’t – shit, Steve – you don’t like – go harder, okay?”

He nods and hums, making your hips buck again. You add, “You can suck on it, too.”

Steve hums again and his soft lips go back up to your clit, wrapping around it and giving it a small suck. A needy whine leaves your lips and he sucks again, tongue lapping as he does it. He thinks it’s cool how it all connects – the clit is like a nipple for the pussy. He wouldn’t say that out loud, of course – he just thinks it’s neat.

“You’re so wet,” he observes. You moan at the observation and hate that you can feel him smile into you. His tongue continues lapping and a sheen of sweat covers your body.

“You can use fingers,” you say. He gingerly adds one, making you gasp then groan. Your hips roll on his finger and he has to stop for a moment to gather himself before he literally creams his pants.

“Are you good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe, pupils blown. “You’re a quick learner.”

“Keep going?”

“Keep going.”

Steve starts to pump now, going in knuckle deep. His head stays away for a moment, groaning as he looks at your pussy swallow his finger, grinding into the bed again as a strangled moan comes out of him. Then his lips are back on you, sucking and licking as he fucks his finger in and out of you. You’re totally blissed out – if he keeps this up, you’re going to come undone.

“Steve,” you moan. “So good, buddy – add another finger.”

He does as he is told, and you are completely lost in the feeling. Your hand reaches up to play with your nipples and Steve’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head at the sight. He curls his fingers and you cry out. At your encouragement, he continues to stroke, fingers curled and tongue swirling around your clit.

“Talk dirty,” you instruct.

Steve knows he’s good at this; his vernacular is what got him girls in the first place. “Doin’ so good for me, sweetheart, fuck.”

You moan out an “oh”, and Steve thinks it’s maybe the hottest sound ever. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

“Steve,” you gasp, and he grins smugly again. He starts to pick up the pace but then remembers what you said and slows down again.

“I’m close,” you groan.

His pace stutters and his eyes shine. “Are you serious? Are you going to? For real?”

“Yes,” you cry out. “Watch me while I do it, okay?”

Steve attaches his lips to your clit again and you nearly shout. His eyes are on your face the whole time, soaking in how your hands can’t find something to hold on to, eventually settling on his hair. Your fingers lacing in it spurs him on and he curls his fingers just right, tongue lapping gently, and you feel the build in your lower stomach.

“So good, Steve,” you moan. “So good – you’re doing so –“ you choke on a moan. “So great!”

You climax quickly, hips arching off the bed as you do so. Steve tries to hold you down on the bed, but in vain; you’re nearly levitating off of the bed from how good it feels. It’s mind blowing, maybe the best climax you had with a partner. Steve nearly comes from the sight. He has the epiphany that making a girl feel good, seeing her squirm under him, hearing her actually climax – it’s the hottest thing in the world.

Steve pulls his fingers out of you and you twitch from the feeling, panting, wiping sweat off your brow. He sits up and grins cockily at you. But you know he’s close, too, from the large stain on his boxers. It makes your mouth water until you realize there’s probably a stain on the bed, which is exactly why you didn’t invite him up in the first place.  

You can’t help the laugh that slips past your lips, though. “Needy, huh?”

His mouth is on yours in the next instant and you taste yourself on his tongue. You groan into him but push him away slightly. “You do use condoms, right?”

“I already take care of six kids, I’m not trying to become a dad,” he scoffs.

“Condoms are in the nightstand,” you say, head nodding over to the side.

He frowns. “You have condoms?”

You look at him in confusion. “Yeah?”

Steve swallows the jealously he feels, a little saddened at the fact that you’ve had sex more than he has, and with someone else, too. You suddenly jerk and he furrows his brows.

“Aftershocks,” you explain. “My legs are shaking, too.”

“Aftershocks?” he repeats.

You frown. “Have you never had aftershocks?”

Steve shakes his head and you laugh. “I’m about to blow your mind, Steve Harrington.”

That’s all the convincing he needs. He reaches over and grabs the box from your drawer, fumbling with one and rolling it on. You are impressed with his length and width – those weren’t rumors the girls made up, at least. He hisses at the contact of just his own hand, and you realize there’s no way you’re going to cum again tonight. You’re fine with it, but you’re also very excited to see his face when he orgasms within a minute.

Actually, you wish you could bet money on those odds, but Robin’s not here, thank God.

“Are you sure?” he asks. You think it’s sweet that he asks you what you want.

“Put it in me, baby,” you joke, trying to laugh off your nerves.

He takes a deep breath and lines up with you. His eyes meet yours and you nod. He slides in slowly, slowly, and then he bottoms out in you. He gasps slightly and you can see the effort on his face, him trying desperately not to cum. You grind your hips into him, grinning, and he starts to thrust. He reaches you in ways you haven’t felt before, filling you up more than anyone else. It kind of pisses you off, because you never thought Steve Harrington, hopeless fuck, would ever be able to give you such good sex. He rolls his hips back, pulling himself almost completely out before pushing in again. You groan and your stomach flips.

Steve continues for a few thrusts, and you smile wickedly up at him. He falters for a second before you clench your muscles around him – and then he’s coming, hips bucking into yours as he buries his face into your neck. He groans loudly, and it’s actually very hot, and you wish you could hear more of those noises come out of him.

He eventually pulls back and his cheeks are flaming. A look of shame crosses his face and you start to laugh. It’s lighthearted, more with him than at him, and he’s confused before he starts to laugh too. You both laugh until you’re breathless, with him still inside of you, and tears start to run down your cheeks as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Guess I need some work, huh?” he asks once you both calm down. He slips out of you and you groan involuntarily, upset at the loss of contact. He disposes the condom and looks back at you. His breath hitches – you still look beautiful even when you aren’t writhing beneath him, and it takes him aback. But he remembers that you’re his friend and he pulls his eyes away.

“You did good,” you reply. “You did really good. You made a girl come tonight, buddy. You should be proud.”

Steve nods, running a hand through his hair. “That was, um. That was … really hot.”

“Turns out it’s nice to make someone else feel good, huh?”

“Yeah,” he breathes. He goes to grab his boxers but crinkles his nose when he sees the stain on them.

“Gonna have to go commando,” you remark, grabbing a robe and throwing it on. “You’ll be okay, maybe the friction will feel good.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t –“

“I guess you’ll have to come back for another lesson, huh?” you say, smiling. “We should probably perfect the actual sex part and get you some practice.”

Both of your hearts skip a beat at the suggestion, and you pull your eyes away from his, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You know – if you want.”

“Yes,” he says, a little too quickly. He blushes and looks away. “I mean – yeah, sure. Sounds good.”

“Alright.” You smile at him again. “Now get out of my house.”

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #18.5:

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A/N: I know y’all wanna know what happens here sooo I’ll meet you down at the end with more of my authors notes!

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EARLIER THAT NIGHT - 10:36 PM - ISSA MESS AT THE MOVIES - PART 2 😭🤡

“Hey. You sure you don’t want us to go with you? I can cancel with my parents and—“

You interrupted your friend, waving her off nonchalantly as you jumped out of the back her car. “No, no, Kusa. Thank you for driving me. You guys didn’t need to! But I really appreciate it. I need this time by myself to just…. You know…. Breathe.” 

Kusa frowned at you, still look unsure as to whether she should leave you alone at the theatre or not. Going to the movies alone is a little weird in her opinion, and she knows that you have still been so heartbroken from your breakup, so the fact that Aone had been asked out by one of the girls on the Date Teko cheer team that you considered a friend really hit you hard. 

Despite it all, she and Katana have agreed to let you deal with this the way you see fit, because forcing their desires on you wasn’t the right way to go, and the last time they tried that you cut them off for a week. They had to tread very carefully, as friends. 

“Okay, babe. Call us when you want to get picked up, Okay? We don’t mind.”

You nodded, wrapping your favourite jacket around you a bit more tightly. The sweater-jacket that actually belonged to the man you were in love with. “Thank you.” 

Shutting the door, you stepped back so that Kusa could drive away. 

Katana, who was sitting in the passengers seat, pressed the button to roll up her window and You gave them one last wave, ready to see them off, but just before you could Katana—quiet and deep in thought, pressed the same button to roll the window back down. The car didn’t budge.

“Y/N.” The pretty cheer captain said in a small voice, staring at her lap. You had to lean in to hear her.  

“Hm?”

Big brown eyes looked into yours as your bestie stared at you. It was silent for a moment and the intensity in the air was palpable. Finally, the brunette spoke. 

“I’m worried about you.” She finished, looking more serious than you’ve ever seen her. 

Earlier this Saturday night, you found yourself crying in the shower after you heard that an ex teammate of yours, Sutairu, is interested and has decided to pursue Aone. 

This girl was gorgeous, sweet, and has noticed your Mountain Man from day one, unlike you. There is not one bad thing you can say about her, and you were sure that eventually—especially with Futakuchi’s help—Aone would some day let his walls down for her. One day you would see the most perfect man in the world with another girl because you let him. 

And even though it’s what he deserves: a girl that is better than you, the thought alone shatters you every time it crosses your mind. 

Aone was on this girls instagram story,—a photo of him in another hoodie standing in front of the students he teaches with a caption saying: MCM🤫💋❄️

What did that mean? Could they be dating now? 

Enough was enough. After crying in your shower, You decided you needed a change in scenery, so you got dressed, only putting on concealer and keeping the natural state of your hair when it’s wet. You threw on a huge cardigan, a tank top and some jeans and told the girls what you had planned. Kusa wouldn’t take no for answer, so they insisted on dropping to you at the theatre to see this action-thriller you found on the website. 

So here you are, heart dragging behind you on the floor. You needed to be alone and you needed a change of scenery, that’s all you knew. So now hearing your besties and seeing the absolute fear for your well-being evident on their faces, made your stomach turn even more. Mainly because you couldn’t help them help you. No one can. So that’s why all you answered was, 

“I’m worried too.” Staring into the eyes of the two beautiful females you call your best friends. You then Added, “But I need this hour, okay?. I’ll see you guys later. I have my phone.” Without waiting for a response, you spun away from the car to walk into the large building downtown, straight to the bathroom so you could cry in the stalls prior to the movie.

After you spent a good 10 minutes using toilet paper to wipe under your eyes, then reapplying some conveniently packed concealer there in the mirror, you stuffed the Fenty Beauty case in your purse and walked out of the bathroom so that you can purchase your ticket at the self-serve automated machine. You had grabbed your ticket when it slid out the slot and were began walking to your designated theatre when you heard a familiar voice call out to you. 

“Hey! Y/N?”

Turning toward the voice, you looked over to see a group of 4 boys, all of which you’ve seen before, but in volleyball practice gear. While they were all staring over at you, naturally—your eyes settled on the one in the middle that you recognized the most. And the one who called your name. 

“Takeru,” You breathed, honestly relieved that it wasnt someone from school that you had to pretend you wanted to speak to. Takeru is someone you genuinely liked, that you actually got close to at the Volleyball/Cheer Camp last summer. 

“One sec!” He called, and you stood there waiting as Nakashima handed his card to his friends that were waiting at the ticket kiosk. One of them must have said something annoying to him, because Takeru blushed and told him to shut the fuck up. Feeling scrutinized by his friends, you wrapped your arms around your torso as he stealthily limbo-ed under the rope that divided the line from from the rest of the theatre. 

***

“Ouuu dudes, look. That’s Takanobu’s super hot girlfriend that you fell in love with last summer! This is your second chance bro, don’t fuck it up!” Takeru’s friend nudged him with his elbow and teased him from where he was standing in line. The other boys chuckled when he said that. 

Takeru went red—mostly because he knew it was true. “Shut the fuck up, I’m over her!” He defended himself. He resisted the urge to hit his friend for saying that out loud. Getting out the line because he couldn’t risk his dumb friends exposing his past crush like they almost did multiple times last summer, Nakashima escaped the line to approach you, finding himself jogging over, instead of walking. 

🤨

SLOW DOWN, Takeru told himself. ARE YOU REALLY THAT EXCITED TO SEE HER?

“Hi, Y/N!” The ex-high school volleyball player greeted you with a warm smile that neither of you had any idea was reserved for only you. “It’s been a while.” 

You forced a smile back, but you could see by the way that his own smile faltered that Takeru noticed your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. 

Lying, you nodded, looking down at your boots and Nakashima resisted the urge to reach forward and tilt your head up. To touch your beautiful skin like he’s wanted to do since the first day you approached him for help, he really thought those emotions had fled… but being around you again made him realize that obvioulsy they hadn’t. 

She’s taken, idiot. The athlete reminded himself. 

“Is Takanobu here?” Nakashima thought to ask, distinctly remembering how much just mentioning his name would bring a big smile to your face back at camp, lighting it up in its entirety. 

So imagine Takeru shock, however, when you winced at the sound of his name instead of beamed. Still staring at your boots, you shook your head. “No, I’m here alone.” 

Alone?

Ask. He told himself. ASK!

“Um-ummm—“ is all he could stutter out.

S m o o t h, idiot. he chastised himself for being so lame. 

“Please, Takeru-san,” you lifted your head to look up at the man you considered to be a pretty good friend. “Don’t.” 

Even though his mind was buzzing with a million questions, Being the smart volleyball player he is, Takeru shut his mouth because the tears welling up in your eyes was enough of an answer than any. His heart sunk seeing you look so unbelievably broken. Without missing a beat, He switched gears. “—What movie are you seeing?” He asked instead. 

You grinned weakly but gratefully at his change in topic, a smile that actually did reach your eyes. “Uh, I don’t even know,” you chuckled pathetically. “I just picked any random movie, um, because, yeah.” 

She’s so cute, thought Nakashima. “Well it’s written on your ticket. Shall we see?” 

“Oh, uh, right.” Feeling dumb, you lifted the ticket in your hand and read the movie title aloud,

 “Jet Down 2.” 

A large amused smile graced Takeru’s face. “Really—that is probably the biggest ‘guy’ movie ever made,”

You nodded, not wanting to mention that hearing the title made you remember that your ex loved the original of this movie. Your nod introduced Takeru and yourself to an awkward silence. You weren’t about to tell him that you picked a movie that you’d be the least interested in so that you can cry in peace because the sounds of shit blowing up will drown out your sobs, no ma’am. If this was any other time, you would have been so happy to see and catch up with this boy. Asking a million questions and telling him how happy you were to see him. But unfortunately, all you could think about was the “MCM” Snapchat you saw earlier. You were devastated, and Takeru caught on to it.... seeing you about to shatter, yet again. He offered his help. 

“Want some company? Uh—“

You immediately shook your head. “No, Takeru-san! You came here with your friends. Enjoy that. Don’t mind me, I....“

Nakashima stared down at you like you were a work of art. When you stopped your pathetic babbling, he nodded slowly, recognizing the same expressions he’s seen his sister’s wear when they were on the verge of crying over a boy. Right before they yelled him to leave their room, leave them alone, and shut the door. The same rule probably applied here. Like an expert, Nakashima backed off. “Okay,” he continued nodding. “I guess I’ll go then. It was really nice seeing you.” He opened his arms and you leaned in for a chaste hug, immediately wishing the male arms around you belonged to a certain white haired volleyball player instead. 

Takeru, on the other hand, didn’t realize how much he missed the feel of you in his arms again. He didn’t want to let go. He wished that the feelings you had for Aone-san were for him. Stupid.

Uncharacteristically, Nakashima turned his head to whisper something in your ear before you let go. Before he never saw you again. “But, tonight, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m just one theatre over… Okay? I have a pretty comfortable shoulder, so just text me.” 

Holding back tears, you nodded, removing yourself to make your way to the bathroom again. 

***

Better late than never, you thought to yourself as you sadly sat in your seat in the theatre solo, unsure of how much time has even passed. You didn’t realize this stupid movie would be so packed, but you were thankful for assigned seating (since you specifically chose an aisle seat in case you needed to make another fast-cry escape). You just sat in your seat, curling into a ball and trying to hold it together the best you can.

You couldn’t.

Another 10-minutes later, you found yourself ugly crying in your three-quarter eaten popcorn, completely drenching the salty snack and making it soggy. 

A MESS, you called yourself. This movie was about guns and cars and shit blowing up—but all it took was one tiny little subplot romance scene to break you. LIKE I SAID: A MESS. 

One little stupid ‘be safe’ scene and you were thinking about the time you went to the movies with your ex boyfriend and current love of your life. That time, you had insisted on watching this scary movie but you were getting so unbelievably scared, refusing to leave when your boyfriend offered because you are strong af, so when you resorted to hiding yourself behind his bicep and whimpering instead. Takanobu had enough when he heard you make those sad noises, so he scooped you up from your seat so that you were sitting in his lap. That way, you felt his strong arms around you on boy sides and you were easily able to bury your face in his chest or finish the movie. You finished the movie.🥰

 You would like to say that that was one of the sweetest things that has ever happened to you, but what with being in a relationship with Aone Takanobu for the past year—that absolutely tooth rottenly sweet gesture wouldn’t even crack the Top 10. 

Your tears poured down your cheeks, and you imperceptibly wiped your tears on the sweater of his that you were wearing. Then you realized whose sweater it was and cried even harder! Your heart hurt so much. 

And to make matters worse, you ran out of tissues. 

Knowing that with your luck you’d run into someone you knew if you left now with a completely drenched face. A/N: or turned around :/desperate and sad, you decided to text your friend Takeru about your dilemma. All you asked him for were some tissues because he sort of knew what you were going through even though you didn’t spell it out for him. You hoped he could help for now and then later tonight you’d send him back the money he spent on his movie or something. You kept erasing the message but decided to send it when others in your row were possibly on to the fact that you were sniffling so much for more serious reasons. 

You sent it. Received a response within seconds saying he was on his way. 

Nakashima stumbled in to your the theatre not long after. You waved to him where you were seated in the dark, and he came over like a good friend, giving you a brand new popcorn and a set of tissues. You smiled weakly at the kind gesture and remembered that Aone is the entire reason why this boy Takeru is even here right now. Your tears re-established themselves as your date on this your solo movie night as you leaned your head on Nakashima’s shoulder, who told you that if Aone broke up with you he was an idiot. 

“I’m the idiot,” You whispered to him, because even if it was just a fleeting thought—Aone didn’t deserve any blame. Ever. He is undoubtedly the best person on this planet. “It’s me,” You whispered again, glad that your whiney voice was no match for the volume of the explosions on screen. You blew your nose in a tissue and resumed your position on Takeru’s shoulder. The gesture was platonic enough, but you realized then and there that there was only one shoulder you felt comfortable leaning on, whether it was friendly or not. You sat back up in your seat and met the gaze of a concerned volleyball player.  

“Takeru, I’m so sorry. Can you bring me home—“ the request died on your tongue as you witnessed, or at least you think you did— a dark blur of a a large body with…silver? No, white hair racing down the stairs as if he’d been pushed down them. The figure turned on its heels and fled the theatre in a faster speed than should be possible for a body so large. 

The oddness stopped you in your tracks for a second.

Why did that person-?

You were confused, until a waft of fresh mountainous breeze hit your nostrils, making you gasp. It was The best scent in the world. The scent that was vaguely imbedded in the sweater you were wearing. The scent that belonged to—oh God. You choked on your tears.

“Was that…..?” Your tear stained face scrunched together, trying to piece two-and-two together as your losty brain overworked itself. 

“What were you going to say? You want a drive home?” You could faintly hear Nakashima’s question even though he was right beside you. You were too busy thinking about how that couldn’t have been Aone who stormed out of here, would he choose this movie—oh my—

Lightbulb turning on, you whipped your entire upper body around and searched the seats for someone recognizable. While your scanning stopped momentarily on a few students from school, they ultimately swam to the person or persons you were looking for: There! Kenji-san and Koganagewa-san, two males who were looking at you and Takeru as if you two were the villains in the movie that just popped out of the screen. 

So that WAS Aone!

Why didn’t he come say hi?! 

Your heart started racing. Because you loved him. 

But if that was Aone..... 

Then why did he leave in such a hurry like that…?

And why were his friends looking at you and Nakashima like we…..?

Hold on. 

Your eyes take a mind of their own, whipping from Futakuchi, to Kanji, to Takeru, to Takeru’s shoulder that you ere just laying on, back to the vacant seat where Aone must have been sitting in the between his two friends, and then you looked down at your sweater—his sweater. You thought back to Aone’s shattered expression when you broke up with him by the Ferris wheel and then you saw your own brisk walk from that night redone in his body in the way he just left this theatre blur.

Oh no, You thought. Did this look like a…? With Takeru…?!

OH GOD NO. 

Your heart dropped like one of those rides at the amusement park: 

“Y/N. Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick! I can bring you home if you— Y/N? Y/N WAIT LET ME GET MY KEYS—!“ 

You were already gone, leaving your purse, wallet, phone and everything behind—not having to jump over anyones legs to run down the stairs and out of the theatre. You weren’t as fast as Aone, not by a long shot—but you’d be surprised how fast a girl can move when she’s running to the love of her life. 

Running around the empty theatre because everyone was watching a movie, you quickly checked the boys bathroom (not caring that you shouldn’t be in there) before realizing it was empty and then sprinting outside in to the cold night. 

Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone, you chanted. 

Your head snapped left and right, eyes scanning the parking lot for Aone’s car, and when you spotted it signalling and waiting to make a right out of the theatre, you dangerously raced toward it! Heart pumping, you jumped in front of the vehicle with both hands extended in front of you as if you had the strength to stop the car from moving if you could. 

The horn of the car honked dramatically, followed by a head that was not your Mountain Man’s sticking out the window to shout profanities at you to get the fuck out of the way. 

Stepping back shakily, you automatically went back to scanning the lot again for the same 4 wheeler, because locating that car was ALL that mattered right now. 

Finding HIM was all that mattered.

You had to be more cautious now in your search. More purposeful. 

Far back, hundreds of meters from where you were standing you could make out a car that you somehow knew was his. Something, just something, told you it was, and your heart started racing even faster. The lights had turned on like the driver was about to leave, and then it shut off again as if the driver changed their mind about leaving. Without thinking about it, only listening to the pull in your heart that said your man was over there, you used your years of cheerleading experience to catapult you toward the parked vehicle.

When you got closer, your heart squeezed on its own accord as if someone was making pizza dough with it. Slowing down, you took in the sight that was your ex boyfriend sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, white hair visible only because his head was down, forehead kissing the steering wheel, his shoulders vibrating slightly because he is crying. It’s him.

Position:

Not stopping to think anymore, acting on pure love and instinct, you sped over to the driver’s side and tugged the door open. Thank God it was unlocked.

This giant mountain man didn’t move from his position crying on the steering wheel. Only muttering a broken, “Kenji-san, please leave me—“

“Not Justin Bieber look-alike!” You croaked loudly, heart pounding when this gorgeous man’s head lifted as soon as you uttered your first syllable. He looked you up and down and your breath caught in your throat. You’ve NEVER seen such a beautiful man cry before, and although it tugged at what was left of your heart—you thought he looked breathtaking. 

“Y/N…..? D-did Kenji-san send you out-t-t he-here? I apolo-pologize—“

You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from pouring your heart out. 

“Hey. Remember the other day after you helped me film my cheerleading tryout, you said that you were happy we were fr-friends?” You asked sharply, ignoring his apology for now, and forever grateful for the fact that you had major cojones when you wanted to. They came in handy at times like this. 

With red puffy eyes, Aone wiped his face and then nodded, making you melt. 

“Well,” You took a shaky breath, sliding your own tears to the side before you left your heart out on the table for this man. 

“Well, I’m not your friend, Aone.” 

Aone visibly swallowed, his eyes welling up with tears again. He hated himself so much for crying like this. 

“I-I know, not y-yet, bu-but I was hoping one day you’d-d—“ Mountain man didn’t even know what he wanted to say, he was dead.

“No. I’m not your friend.” You repeated yourself, watching a shiver run through Takanobu due to the chill in your voice and the intensity your eyes held.

You could sense that he wasnt getting where you were going with this play on words, so you cut to the chase. Hopefully he would get it after hearing what he had to say next, just like you did when he said these same words to you once in a bowling alley. 

“The reason I can’t be your friend is because I like you so much more than a friend, Aone. You have no idea how much more.” 

Aone shivered again, his beautiful lips separating because his jaw dropped slightly. He recognized his words on your lips now, you could tell. He was understanding how you felt now, so you continued anxiously:

“Everything about you drives me absolutely insane, Takanobu. Your spirit, your love, the way you are the only man I will ever love……even the way you can’t notice that your ex is still madly in love with you, and that she only came here tonight to cry over you alone but ran into someone, and even though she was dumb enough to break up with you.”

Aone’s jaw had just dropped wider as you spoke, his mind reeling. 

You stepped in closer to where he was sitting in his car, closing the distance because you just couldn’t stand being any further from him anymore. You also wanted to whisper this next part. You wanted him to know that his confession to you was etched in your brain so much so that you could recite it in a moments notice, even if that said moment was full of pure emotional madness like right now. 

“I’m not your friend, Aone.” You repeated once again. “I don’t want to be. I want to be everything else for you. Everything more. Takanobu, I have a confession to make.” You used both of your cold hands to cup his cheeks, his beautiful, red, stubble filled, wet cheeks.

“I love you. I love you, my Mountain Man. I love you more than I did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I loved you on the Ferris wheel, and I loved you when you filmed my tryouts. I love you Right now, and I will forever. I will explain everything, I promise. But there has never been, nor will there ever be anyone else for me other than you, Aone-san.” 

You giggled through your tears because Takanobu looked so confused but happy. It was an odd expression, but very cute. You continued, 

“I know we get called Losties a lot which used to bother me, but you know what: maybe we are, but that’s besides the point—because all I know is that I used to hate being called that…. Until I met you.” You leaned in so that your foreheads were touching. “When I met you, Aone-san....... I stopped caring about being lost….... none of it mattered to me.......insofar as we were lost together. Together with you is the only way I want to go through life, Aone, so I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for letting my insecurities drive me and I’m sorry for possibly confessing to you when you have someone else. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m—“

Mountain Man imitated your gesture of cupping your cheeks in his large hands, wiping away your tears like you did to him. 

And then, without saying another word like he was good at—

He slid you into his lap sitting in the front seat, back in the same position he pulled you in the last time you two were at this theatre—

and then he kissed you. 

It was a kiss so passionate that you gasped into it, needing him, needing him like a hiker needed their mountain. A kiss so passionate it l lasted for the remaining duration of the movie (no word of a lie) because you refused to let each other go—but most importantly: it was a kiss that made you realize that you and Mountain Man weren’t just two losties lost together like you mentioned a bit ago—no. Absolutely not. Actually, this kiss was so passionate it made you realize that you were really two losties that were lost in every aspect in life—minus one:

Because you two could never be lost when it came to your feelings for one another. Finding true love happened to be the only aspect of life that most people on this planet remained lost in, which happened to be the exact aspect of life where you and Aone have both been….

Found. 

🐢

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A/N: That’s it! I am secretly here to let y’all know that there will be one more collection post next time I write, and that post will be the end of this losty series. I will cry when that time comes lmao but for now tysm for reading this marathon - I would loooove to hear your thoughts! I literally die when you guys comment or send me private messages reacting. It makes my whole day istg. Anyways, Wishing you all the best as always. See you next time. Xoxo

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[skelebonecentral]

Hothouse rose chapter 1

a reverse harem with the lust boys

first we gotta meet the basic skeles

words under cut

Frisk was your cousin.

They’d run away, a week after their mom passed away. Your aunt, their other mother, was frantic and your whole family had gone out searching, as well as most of the town. You’re so glad it was your dad’s oldest sister who first caught sight of the monsters and not the sheriff or someone not quite as sensible.

Frisk came back from the mountain that loomed above your town with a whole civilization behind them.

Yeah, they tried to hook their mom up with Toriel, the strong, kind, and welcoming goat woman who was the Queen of the monsters, but Frisk was just a very romantic kid in general. They flirted as a hobby, it was hilarious and you were so glad they were back and safe to continue cracking you up with it.

They hugged everyone and apologized for scaring them, that they figured out that just because they were hurting didn’t mean it was okay to hurt other people, when they finally got the chance to exit the monsters’ camp after the police and government and all kinds of things showed up.

Still, you had to admire them for how much they grew up if that was what they wanted to say right away. Well, sign. Frisk was mute, after all.

Having them home was so nice, and their new friends were awesome.

You met Toriel first, of course, and her ex-husband, Asgore. You felt sorry for the big fluffy guy, he looked so hopeless and sad when Toriel would glare at him. And Frisk called him Dad, that was so cute, cause he just lit up. It was weird, though, feeling so pitying toward a ten foot tall goat man with huge horns and a long golden beard who had been alive for centuries longer than you.

Still, you liked both the goat people, and Monster Kid, Frisk’s new bestie who ran around with them. He was…well, he was a monster kid. Lizardish, with a tail and yellow-orange scales, but no arms to speak of. It made him top heavy, since he was humanoid, so he fell over often. Frisk seemed very fond of him, and you were glad. They hadn’t had a lot of luck making friends with other human kids at school before all of this.

But Frisk, being the eternal matchmaker they were, decided YOU needed to get in on this whole monster friend business.

Of course, you didn’t realize it until Gyftmas. It was a monster holiday from Snowdin, a small town Underground, that centered around gift giving and involved Santa for some reason? Anyway, the monster community was holding a carnival inside the local event center (it was mid-September so there weren’t any OTHER holidays to do) and your little cousin, being the ambassador, was of course invited and they brought you as their plus one.

Did you forget to mention that Frisk was the ambassador for monsters? They are. Well, at least in name. That’s their official title, is Ambassador, but they’re more like a figurehead while Toriel and Asgore handle the actual statecraft. The adults do let them cut ribbons and make speeches, but they’re just not ready for something that complicated. They are only six, after all.

But back to the carnival, Frisk brought you, and took you to a particular booth.

The booth was decorated with several action figures from an old 80’s cartoon that you used to love watching reruns of, and the sign above said, “THE GREAT PAPYRUS’ TRIVIA BOOTH!”

Frisk beamed as they dragged you, and looking in the booth, there was a very tall soldier-looking fellow who seemed to be a skeleton.

“HELLO, DEAR FRISK! I SEE YOU BROUGHT A HUMAN WITH YOU!” he called exuberantly, waving with bright red mittens. He had a black something or other on under the white chest piece of…oh that’s not actually armor. As you got closer, you’re now aware its made of fabric and the lines and emblem on the front are felt pieces sewn to it. The big round shoulder pads are attached, too.

Frisk signs eagerly, “Hi Papyrus! This is my cousin, Y/N! I wanted them to try your trivia!” Their hands are going very fast, and they’re bouncing, so they’re very excited about this.

“OH!” the skeleton stands up, showing his very obvious spine in his black whateverthatis and the odd ultra-short shorts that match his chest piece. “HELLO, HUMAN Y/N! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET A RELATIVE OF MY DEAR FRIEND, FRISK!”

He holds out his hand, and you shake it, feeling the long fingerbones underneath and finding yourself grinning like an idiot. Holy heck, an actual skeleton was talking to you. Your inner child was screaming with joy in their Jack-skellington slippers. Frisk had to have known…well, how could they not, your room is covered in Halloween and skeleton themed knickknacks.

“H-hey, Papyrus, I’m super glad to meet you, too!” you didn’t mean to stammer but you’re trying not to freak out as your arm is nearly shaken from its socket. He’s so STRONG!

Frisk giggled and signed something too quick for you to parse, and Papyrus let you go, “OH, ALRIGHT! HAVE A GOOD TIME, FRISK! YOUR COUSIN AND I WILL HAVE A BATTLE OF WITS!”

They scampered away and left you with the skeleton, who pulled out a fold out chair, setting it in front of his booth and then sitting in his own behind the counter, “ALRIGHTIE THEN! HUMAN Y/N, YOUR CHALLENGE SHALL BE TO ANSWER TEN QUESTIONS ABOUT MONSTER CULTURE. THE MORE YOU GET CORRECT, THE BETTER YOUR PRIZE! BEING FRISK’S COUSIN, YOU SHOULD DO VERY WELL!”

“Don’t be so sure, Papyrus. I have some wicked test anxiety,” you joke, and he blinks his sockets at you.

“NO NEED TO BE NERVOUS!” His smile seems set in his long jawed skull, but it actually tilts up a bit more, “SOMEONE WHO LOVES OUR FRISK IS BOUND TO BE A GOOD LISTENER AND KIND SOUL, SO I HAVE FAITH IN YOU. FIRST QUESTION!” he whipped out a set of cards, “WHAT IS KING ASGORE’S FAVORITE DRINK?”

You smile, happy it’s one you know, “Golden Flower Tea. He likes tea in general but that’s his favorite.”

“CORRECT! WOWIE, AND SO CONFIDENT!” Papyrus seems just as pleased as you are, “NEXT ONE! WHAT WAS THE FIRST SECTION OF THE UNDERGROUND CALLED?”

“Ah,” you had to think a moment, then said cautiously, “I think it was the Ruins?”

“YOU’RE RIGHT.” Papyrus then set two further action figures from the same set as his decorations, “THESE WILL MARK YOUR SUCCESSES! ALRIGHT, NEXT!” He shifted his sockets in a comical manner that you had to fight your instinct to laugh at, “HOW MANY MOVIES HAS METTATON, OUR BELOVED STAR, PUT OUT AS OF TODAY?”

You blink…and you have to guess because you honestly don’t care for Mettaton’s version of movies, “28?”

Papyrus’ jaw just falls open, and he sets another figure on the counter, “I THOUGHT FOR SURE THAT WOULD STUMP YOU! I’M FLABBERGASTED. YOU MUST BE A VERY DEDICATED FAN OF METTATON, JUST LIKE MYSELF.”

You blush, “N-not really. His music and dancing are great, but the movies go over my head, I guess. I only watched one because Frisk wanted me to…”

He chuckles, “AT LEAST YOU ARE HONEST. I WATCH THEM FOR THE FUN OF SEEING EVERYONE ELSE’S REACTIONS, HONESTLY. AND THE SET DESIGNS! THEY’RE VERY WELL DONE, AFTER ALL.”

“Oh, yeah, I did notice that. I bet a lot of Broadway plays would love to get his input on that front.”

Papyrus perked up, “BROADWAY? I KNOW A STREET BY THAT NAME BUT I GET THE FEELING YOU’RE REFERRING TO A THEATER OR SOMETHING SIMILAR.”

“Kind of?” you quirk your mouth a bit, not really smiling but thinking about it, “It’s a street in New York City with lots of theaters on it that’s famous for having the best in plays and musicals in the country. It’s really a cool place, from what I hear.”

“OOH! I SHOULD LOOK UP MORE ABOUT THAT LATER. ANYWAY!” He gets out a set of note cards, “I WROTE ALL THE QUESTIONS DOWN SO I COULD HAVE LOTS OF CHOICES. YOU’RE DOING A LOT BETTER THAN SOME PEOPLE!”

You were getting excited now, wondering what he could ask.

“OKAY! WHAT WAS THE NAME OF OUR LOST PRINCE?”

You frown. That was a serious question, and you think back to Frisk’s descriptions they would give you now and then of their time under the mountain. “Asriel.” You remembered thinking his name sounded angelic.

“ANOTHER FIGURE FOR YOU!” Papyrus plops the next figure on the desk and…

“Is that the villain? I didn’t know they even made a figure for him.” You can’t help yourself, not when you’d loved his antics as a kid. “Lord Verminator, looking good.”

Papyrus gasped, “YOU LIKE ALIEN WARLORDS OF JUSTICE?! I THOUGHT HUMANITY HAD FORGOTTEN THIS CLASSIC SERIES! I HAVE EVERY FIGURE EVER MADE EXCEPT FOR THREE, AND EVERY EPISODE ON VARIOUS VHS TAPES. I WILL HAVE TO ASK FOR FRISK TO BRING YOU OVER AND HAVE A MARATHON!”

You nod eager, “I know I haven’t been able to see every episode. I only got a few episodes they put on an old cable channel but it was so good. I managed to salvage some merch from antique stores, but it’s never been enough.”

“THERE WAS MORE THAN ACTION FIGURES?!” Papyrus is awestruck, orange sparkles appearing around his skull. “OH THIS HAS TO BE FATE! MY FIRST HUMAN FRIEND HAS A GROWN-UP COUSIN WHO LOVES THE SAME SERIES AS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS? SERENDIPITOUS!”

You finally laugh and nod, “You’re so peppy! How did Frisk manage to keep you a secret? I wish we’d met sooner now.”

His sparkles increased, and he began pumping his fists up and down eagerly, “DO YOU REALLY MEAN IT? BECAUSE IF SO, I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY! LET’S GET THIS QUIZ OVER WITH SO WE CAN GUSH ABOUT OUR FAVORITE THINGS INSTEAD!”

He takes a notecard and asks, “WHAT IS THE SYMBOL OF OUR KINGDOM CALLED?”

“The one Toriel wears, right? I think…it was the Delta Rune?”

“YES!” the card was set down, a figure was placed, and another card picked up, “WHO IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD?”

“Undyne.” You sigh, “She tried to suplex me the first time I had to go to Toriel’s to pick up Frisk.”

“OH, THAT WAS YOU?” Papyrus tilts his skull, and you notice his sockets are slightly uneven. You also notice you like hearing him talk, even though he’s very loud. “SHE TOLD ME SOME HUMAN CAME AND MANAGED TO DODGE HER GRAB. SHE’S BEEN TRYING TO GET FASTER AFTER THAT.”

You want to comment, but Papyrus gets another card, “WHO CREATED THE CORE?“ he stops, frowns, then tosses the cards behind him, “THAT ONE WAS ACTUALLY A TRICK QUESTION, BECAUSE NOBODY KNOWS WHO DID IT! AND AS MUCH AS I LIKE TRIVIA, I’M MORE EXCITED ABOUT TALKING WITH YOU.”

Smiling, you take his elbow when he offers it, despite him being two feet taller than you, even in his flat bottomed red rain boots, “That’s pretty flattering. What was the prize for the quiz, though? I’m curious.”

“A DATE WITH YOURS TRULY!” Papyrus laughed, “NYEHEHEHE, BUT I HAVE A FEELING HUMANS WOULD BE RATHER INTIMIDATED BY SOMEONE AS HANDSOME AND CAPABLE AS MYSELF, SO GIVING YOU A TOUR SEEMS MUCH NICER.”

Papyrus led you around the event center, pointing at the various booths and explaining them, even sometimes introducing you to the monster manning it. You didn’t see hide nor hair of Frisk for the rest of the evening, but you didn’t really notice. Papyrus’ enthusiastic rambling and genuine glee at showing you around kept you glued to his side gladly.

When the crowds had thinned out considerably, you asked, “Papyrus, this has been the most fun I’ve had at a fair in years. I’d really like to do more cool stuff like this with you, so maybe we could exchange numbers?”

He froze, then turned, big sparkles appearing again, including inside his sockets, “WOWIE, REALLY?! OF COURSE WE CAN! I REALIZE IT IS LATE AND HUMAN BEINGS NEED PLENTY OF SLEEP TO BE HEALTHY, UNLIKE THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SO LET US HURRY!”

He shoved his phone into your hand and you gave him yours, typing in your number and naming yourself with a balloon emoji on the end to remind him of the fun fair you’d shared together. You get your phone back as you hold out his, and it says “THE GREAT PAPYRUS” with a skull emoji and a gold medal one on the end.

“Perfect! Feel free to text me whenever, but I might not answer if I’m busy or sleeping.”

He nodded, “I UNDERSTAND! I WILL PROBABLY BE TEXTING YOU QUITE OFTEN, BUT FEEL FREE TO TAKE YOUR TIME. UNDYNE SAYS I TEND TO RAMBLE WHEN I’M EXCITED. AND I’M ALWAYS EXCITED! ESPECIALLY WHEN I MAKE A NEW FRIEND.”

You nod and bid him goodbye, getting a back-cracking hug, before he rushes off into the fair and you head toward your car. Frisk had texted you earlier to say they were going home with Toriel, so you rode back alone, glad for the break so you could process your night with the personification of optimism that was Papyrus.

--

You got texts from Papyrus every day. Multiple texts in a row, about ten different times a day, and about just about any subject that was on his mind at the time.

“JUST GOT BACK FROM MY MORNING JOG! I HOPE YOU’VE HAD A GOOD MORNING SO FAR!” at 5:30 am.

“IF YOU NEED ANYTHING AT THE STORE TODAY, I WORK AT SMILE MART! MY SHIFT IS FROM SIX TO TWO, SO FEEL FREE TO SWING BY FOR A VISIT.”

“I LOOKED UP BROADWAY FINALLY! THERE’S SO MUCH TO LEARN! IT’S BEAUTIFUL!”

“UNDYNE IS STILL DOING SPEED TRAINING TO TRY AND OUTMATCH YOU. I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TWO TO OFFICIALLY MEET ON BETTER TERMS!”

That was the general gist of his messages, just little windows into his day and topics that related back to earlier conversations.

You would answer him between classes, since you were a freshman in the local college, and once you were off around noon, you’d head to Smile Mart and see Papyrus in action.

The first time you actually were able to see him at work, he was meticulously arranging the dairy section, making every gallon of milk have the handle facing the same direction in his white button up, black pants, and bright pink apron.

Hearing you approach, he snapped upward and his face lit up, “HUMAN Y/N! HELLO!” Standing to hi full height and brushing himself down, he posed like a soldier at parade rest, “HOW DO YOU LIKE MY DAPPER WORK ATTIRE?”

You smirk a bit, just in an effort not to laugh out loud at that pose and speech combined, but answer honestly, “You make it look good.”

“THANK YOU! I’M AWARE!” he grinned, then got back to his task, “THANK YOU FOR COMING IN. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR TODAY?”

That sounded suspiciously like a work script rather than just Papyrus being himself, but you shrug it off, “I don’t need anything in particular at the dorm, so I’m just gonna grab one of those yogurt and fruit smoothie drinks over there when I head out. best breakfast treat.”

He looks at the items you’re pointing at, then nods in approval, “FRUIT AND YOGURT ARE GOOD CHOICES FOR A MORNING BEVERAGE. AND DORMS? ARE YOU PERHAPS A MEMBER OF THE CLERGY?”

You do laugh at that, “No! No, I’m a first semester freshman at the university. You have to spend your first semester on campus if you live more than a certain distance away and unfortunately, my house isn’t in the right range.”

“OH. THAT’S QUITE INTERESTING!” He rubs his chin, “I WAS ACTUALLY CONSIDERING GOING TO THE COLLEGE MYSELF, BUT SANS ISN’T EXACTLY A FAN OF IT.”

“Is that the brother you told me about at the fair? The one who sleeps?” Papyrus had mentioned he had a brother who was lazy and slept a lot, but not the name.

“YES. HE NAPS ALL NIGHT AND FREQUENTLY DURING THE DAY ALSO!”

You grin as he waggles his brows. He had noticed how you didn’t like his wording when he’d said the same line about “napping all night” at the fair, and now he teases you with it. “Still called sleeping, Pap.”

He chuckles good naturedly and shrugs, “WHATEVER IT’S CALLED, THAT’S WHAT SANS DOES. SLEEP, EAT, AND EMIT SLIME.”

“He emits slime?”

“SOMETIMES. FRISK SAYS THAT IS ACTUALLY CALLED DROOL UP HERE. NOW I’M WONDERING IF MY BROTHER IS RELATED TO DOGS BECAUSE THEY’RE THE ONLY ONES I’VE SEEN WHO DROOL QUITE AS MUCH AS HE DOES WHILE SNORING.”

The visits become routine after that first one. When you get a break during his shift, you just go to the store and buy some kind of single serving drink. Yeah, you wish they were in cardboard cartons or glass instead, but all your bottles do go into your recycling bucket at your dorm. It’s more an excuse to talk to Papyrus, anyway.

He asks more about the university, and when you ask him what he’d major in if he did attend, he has a very good answer already, “SPORTS MEDICINE! I’M A VERY GOOD HEALER NATURALLY, AND I LOVE ATHLETICS OF ALL SORTS, SO WHY NOT COMBINE MY TWO PROCLIVITIES INTO ONE CAREER PATH? UNDYNE DOESN’T NEED ME ANYONE ELSE IN THE GUARD NOW THAT WE’RE UP HERE, AND I WANT TO BE HELPFUL.” He scratched his chin a bit before adding to the end, “WELL, MORE HELPFUL THAN I AM CURRENTLY ANYWAY.”

That’s a great idea, you think, and you encourage him to go for it. After all, he’s got so much energy, you’re sure any course of study will be a breeze.

It’s kind of surprising when, a few weeks later, he texts you excitedly, “I GOT MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER! NEXT SEMESTER WE’RE GOING TO BE CLASSMATES! ONCE IT’S TIME, LET’S CHOOSE OUR SCHEDULES TOGETHER!”

Wow, he really does go for what he wants, doesn’t he?

--

Great was definitely the least you could say about Papyrus by the time you two were meeting up on the first day of the semester.

He had already invited you over to his house several times, Frisk had dragged you along on lots of outings with the skeleton, and you had braved a meeting with Undyne and her adorable wife, Alphys, as part of a celebration for Papyrus’ acceptance into college.

So when his unique figure came striding up the sidewalks on campus, you immediately ran to meet him and got scooped into a twirling hug with your mutual giggles echoing off the old gothic revival buildings around the ovular clearing.

“Papyrus!”

“Y/N!”

As you were set down, you beamed up at him, “I’m so glad I didn’t start my gen ed until now. We have all semester together.”

“I KNOW! SURE, I HAVE TO TAKE THAT ONE NUTRITION CLASS WHILE YOU’VE GOT CHEMISTRY, BUT OTHER THAN THAT!” He’s bouncing on his heels and utterly pleased, and noticing his bouncing is what draws your eyes to the shorter figure next to him.

Another skeleton, about your height and blinking at you with white lights in his large, round sockets, stood next to Papyrus and waved lazily at you, “heya.”

“Oh my gosh, you must be Sans!” you were excited to finally meet Papy’s brother. “I dunno how it took this long for us to end up in the same place but I’m so glad to meet you!” You offer your hand and it gets taken with a long “pffffffffffffffffft” sound.

“SANS! I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING THAT TODAY!” Papyrus sounds equal parts furious and embarrassed, as the bright orange glowing on his cheekbones betrays.

“had to, bro. can’t skip the classic gags,” Sans takes his hand back, revealing a small red whoopie cushion in it.

You stare, surprised, “Oh my gosh? I didn’t know anybody even used oldies like that anymore. Or did actual harmless pranks like that. Consider me impressed; you’ve got better taste in humor than most of MeTube.”

That seems to shock the smaller skeleton before you, making him lower his hand slowly. He was wearing a blue hoodie jacket over a white shirt with small stains on the chest, and black basketball shorts with white socks and pink house shoes. “uh. thanks.”

“DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM,” Papyrus huffed, “HE’LL START PUNNING AND THEN WE’LL BE HERE ALL DAY.” He pulled you forward, away from Sans, and waved at his brother, “HAVE A GOOD DAY DOING WHATEVER ODD JOBS YOU HAVE TODAY, BROTHER! I WILL BE ENJOYING MY TIME LEARNING WITH MY BEST FRIEND!”

“I thought Undyne was your best friend?” you say as he speeds away from a perplexed looking Sans, who you wave to with a helpless expression.

“SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND, TOO. YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY BEST FRIENDS AS YOU LIKE!”

--

Classes go smoothly, but you begin to notice….

Well, you see Sans pretty much everywhere.

Leaving your one class you don’t have with Papyrus, you see him snoozing on a bench outside.

While leaving your part time job sorting all the incoming books for the library on campus, there he is again, at one of the computers looking up jokes.

Even while you’re out getting a haircut, you find him running a little hotdog cart. Finally, you have to ask him what he’s doing.

“Heya, Sans,” you go up to the stand, which is currently empty. “Been seeing you around a lot.”

“why didn’t ya say hi, then, kiddo? my brother sings your praises daily, wouldn’t have minded saying hello.” He’s just got a green apron on over his outfit from before, and you smile.

“I don’t wanna intrude. Just thought I’d ask what was up, y’know? Normally it’s just students at the library. How’d you even get in the computer without a student id?” That had been bothering you for a bit.

“oh, easy. I’m faculty.”

Your brain shorted for a moment, “You…are?”

“yep,” he chuckled, waving you to a seat next to his cart. “turns out a monster phd converts pretty well to a human one. Just consulting with the physics department right now, but once the political climate settles some more, who knows?”

Something bubbles up to the front of your mind, “Oh. Oh! Papyrus said you liked physics once. I guess it’s more of a passion for you than he let on.”

“heh, used to be. might be again. dunno yet.” He looks across the street, away from you. “anyhow, frisk and pap both seem to think you’re the bees’ knees.”

You tilt your head a bit, but then see the little buzzing insects around a flowerbox on the other side of the street. “Oh! hahah, good spot. Yeah, I’m pretty lucky two really cool people decided I’m interesting enough to look after.”

Sans hummed as you both watched the bees, “yeah, they’re both kinda neat folks. My bro’s the coolest though. biased, I know, but it’s true.”

“I can’t argue there,” you feel happy thinking about Papyrus, “He’s taken to school like a fish to water. I really love finally having a friend who’s so positive. Not that my roommate’s not cool, but she’s as tired as I am usually.”

“you got a roomie?” he hums, “then why spend time with my bro? surely you’ve got more in common with her?”

“Hah!” you actually laughed. “I’m a linguistics major, Sans. She’s a botanist. Her side of the room is covered in so many plants I have to take sinus medication 24/7. Nah, she’s a good person but we have nothing in common other than living space and shared love for cheesy family-friendly rom-coms.”

You had gotten so involved with watching a particular bee rolling around a tulip that you didn’t notice when Sans faced you again. “so if she decided to get into a fight, you wouldn’t back her up?”

“Oh, no, I’d pull her out and tell her off for fighting. But she’s always in the greenhouses or labs, so I doubt she’d find anybody to fight with even if she wanted to. More likely to squeak like a dog toy and hide, if we’re being totally honest,” you turn to Sans smiling, but his expression makes you freeze.

His lights were out and the haunting blankness of his huge sockets made you shudder.

“kid, you better be telling the truth. My brother’s the best, but people take advantage of his kindness. If you hurt him, you’re gonna have a bad time.”

Nope, you were not going to stand for that. Getting up, you bolted, and as soon as you made it back to your dorm, you texted Papyrus.

You: Papyrus, we need to talk about your brother.

Papy: WHAT HAS SANS DONE NOW? YOU TWO HAVE BARELY EVEN MET!

You: We talked today and he threatened me.

It takes more than two seconds for an answer. Clearly you’d managed to rattle Papyrus (heh).

Papy: TELL ME EVERYTHING.

You explain yourself, how you kept seeing Sans around when Papyrus wasn’t there, and the incident after your haircut today.

Papyrus doesn’t answer in text, and after a moment or two you get a call from him.

“Papyrus-“

“I AM MORE SORRY THAN WORDS CAN SAY FOR WHAT MY BROTHER DID TODAY.” His voice was hard and serious, something you’d never heard before. “I DON’T BLAME YOU IF YOU’D RATHER NOT TALK ANYMORE AFTER THIS, BUT I ASSURE YOU I WILL HAVE A SERIOUS DISCUSSION WITH HIM ABOUT WHAT HE DID. APPARENTLY, FROM WHAT I GATHER, HE DID THE SAME THING TO FRISK.”

He’d threatened a child?! Not just any child either, your COUSIN! Who saved his people from captivity! You were about to ask about that when Papyrus continued. “FRISK SAYS IT WAS JUSTIFIED, BUT I’M NOT SURE HOW. BUT YOU? YOU HAVE NEVER HARMED ME, NOR ANYONE ELSE, AND HAVE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE IT. SO, NOW THAT I’VE SAID MY PIECE, WHAT DO YOU THINK?”

You have to turn your brain back on to think for a moment. Papyrus was very dear to you, he was sweet and lifted your spirits no matter what. Still, with a scary protective brother, you weren’t sure if you wanted to be near him anymore.

“Papyrus, I like you. You’re my best friend. But I can’t feel safe around Sans and I’m kind of scared to come to your house ever again. We still have classes together, but I think if we’re going to be friends still, we can only meet out in public or at my place.” Even saying that makes you nervous. Nobody’s ever done this before, threatening you just out of nowhere.

“THAT’S REASONABLE. I CAN HEAR HOW SCARED YOU ARE, Y/N, AND I’M….WELL, INCREDIBLY ASHAMED TO HAVE BEEN PART OF WHY YOU’RE FEELING THAT WAY. THIS WILL NOT GO UNSEEN TO, I SWEAR IT!”

Tears were starting to leak out of your eyes at this point, your adrenaline leaving you tired and scared, but you smile, “I have faith in you, Papyrus. Just…I’m just scared now. I’m gonna try to calm down and I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“YES, THAT IS A GOOD PLAN. TRY TO BE KIND TO YOURSELF UNTIL I CAN BE KIND TO YOU INSTEAD…” There was silence, and then a very soft, worried, “I love you.”

That was enough to get you sobbing, “I love you, too. Be safe.” You had to hang up now, and you curled up under your covers to hide from the world.

--

As soon as he hung up the phone, Papyrus quickly wiped his sockets. He, too, was crying at the thought of his dear friend, who he loved fiercely, being terrified and menaced by HIS BROTHER of all people. But he was going to fix this.

Yes, he’d been far too late to fix what happened with Frisk, and Frisk themselves didn’t seem too upset by it, but YOU certainly were. He could feel it in the way you’d spoken, how very close he’d been to losing his best friend. He still might lose them.

But he’s going to make the effort to try not to.

Taking several deep breaths, Papyrus left his room and went down the stairs. Sans was on the couch as he’d expected, flipping channels on their TV.

“hey bro, what’s up?” Sans had his normal expression, and it made Papyrus furious.

“BROTHER. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.”

Sitting up, Sans looks confused, “what do you mean?”

Papyrus took another breath, feeling his ribs fill to capacity with the cooling air that helped calm him, “SANS, I JUST GOT SEVERAL VERY FRIGHTENED TEXTS FROM Y/N, AND THEY WERE ABOUT YOU.”

Ah, there, the permanent smile on Sans’ face drooped significantly, “oh.”

“YES, OH.” Rubbing his sockets, as they had started burning like he was going to cry again, Papyrus asked, “DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WOULD DO TO ME BEFORE YOU THREATENED THEM? DO YOU EVER CONSIDER HOW THIS COULD HAVE MADE THEM SO FRIGHTENED THAT THEY NEVER SPOKE TO ME AGAIN? OR IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED? DO YOU WANT ME TO BE ALONE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, SANS?”

“n-no, no that’s…I don’t want you lonely, paps, I just want you to be safe.” Sans’ voice and eyelights were both small and shaky. Good, he realized how serious this was.

“I KNOW YOU DID THIS TO FRISK, TOO, AND I’M JUST…SANS, YOU CAN’T THREATEN PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!” He wanted to move, to do something dramatic, but Papyrus just couldn’t with the weight of his frustration and disappointment. “I LOVE THEM BOTH, AND YOU…YOU DON’T SEEM TO CARE WHAT YOU BREAK ON YOUR WAY TO WHAT YOU CONSIDER MY SAFETY. I’M AN ADULT, SANS, NO STRIPES ANYWHERE, AND I’D LIKE YOU TO TREAT ME LIKE ONE. I KNOW I’M OPTIMISTIC, I KNOW I’M SILLY, BUT THAT’S HOW I LIKE TO BE. I LIKE BEING A GOOD INFLUENCE FOR PEOPLE, AND IF THAT MEANS SOMETIMES I GET MY HEART BROKEN, THEN I LEARN, DON’T I?”

Sans was just staring at him, but he finally found his voice, “but paps, they aren’t like other folks. They’re humans, they have a lot more power and-“

“I KNOW THAT.”

Closing his mouth that had opened to argue, Sans listened. “SANS, DO YOU THINK I WASN’T SCARED WHEN FRISK CAME? I WAS TERRIFIED! I KNEW THEY COULD DUST US BOTH WITH A MOVE, BUT I HAD TO AT LEAST MAKE THE EFFORT TO SHOW THEM THAT WASN’T WHAT HAD TO HAPPEN. I WANTED TO CAPTURE THEM, YES, BECAUSE THAT WOULD HAVE MADE UNDYNE AND EVERYONE ELSE SO PLEASED WITH ME, GIVEN ME MORE OPPORTUNITES TO MAKE THE FRIENDS I WANTED. BUT…THEY LIKED ME.” Papyrus was at a loss. “THEY PLAYED ALONG WITH MY ACT AND SEEMED HAPPY WITH IT. SO I CHANGED MY MIND. I DIDN’T FORGET WHAT THEY COULD DO, WHICH IS WHY I TRIED TO GET UNDYNE TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM, TOO. I DIDN’T WANT HER TO GET HURT EITHER, OR FOR HER TO HURT FRISK.”

Oh the tears were back and Papyrus scrubbed them away angrily, “BUT NOW I’M WONDERING IF I SUCCEEDED IN SPITE OF YOU! I’M WONDERING IF YOU DIDN’T THREATEN EVERY PERSON I’VE EVER TRIED TO BEFRIEND JUST OUT OF SOME TWISTED SENSE OF PROTECTION!”

Sans just looked at his hands, bones looking ashen as Papyrus tried to hold back his sobs. Had…had he been hurting Papyrus more than helping him all this time? Yeah, Frisk had posed a threat but the kid had made good. Really good, if he had to be honest. And he had seen nothing to really make Y/n any more dangerous than they were. And now Papyrus was crying.

“SANS, I DON’T BLAME YOU FOR BEING AFRAID OF WHAT HUMANS CAN DO TO US, BUT I AM DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU DON’T TRUST ME ENOUGH TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS ABOUT FRIENDS. IT HURTS, AND…AND EVEN THOUGH I’M SURE YOU DID IT OUT OF LOVE FOR ME I JUST CAN’T FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT RIGHT NOW,” sniffling a little, Papyrus couldn’t even look at his brother. “I’M GOING TO STAY WITH UNDYNE FOR A FEW DAYS. I HOPE YOU CAN LEARN HOW TO…WELL, NOT DO THIS AGAIN. THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES MORE. SOMETHING.”

Escaping back up the stairs, Papyrus quickly packed three days’ worth of clothes and essentials, then ran out the door. He just couldn’t believe his older brother had betrayed his trust like this.

--

It was pretty awkward with you and Papyrus after that.

You tried to talk like normal, but he was sad, and you were scared.

Two months after the incident, you got sick of it. “Papy, let’s go to Bungle Land.”

“OH?” he perked a little, “WE HAVEN’T BEEN FOR A LONG TIME. OKAY.”

Grinning, you took his hand and ran to your car, giving him the option to drive if he wanted. He had his license, but just hadn’t gotten around to buying the perfect car for him. But he refused, wanting to save driving for his own dream car, so you let him move the passenger seat back as far as he liked while you drove to the local theme park.

And you had fun. Papyrus was an adrenaline junkie and took you on every ride, while you were a game shark, trying your hand at the carnival games and loving the useless and low quality plushies you won from them. You both had a lovely collection of little birds, though Papyrus had exchanged five of his for a larger plush of a super hero, more to his tastes, from this trip alone. Thank stars for your yearly pass, and the lovely guest vouchers that came with it.

Finally, as the sun was going down and you were hungry, Papyrus guided you toward one of the stands before a familiar voice made your heart freeze, “hey you two. Pretzels and lemonade?”

Papyrus’ expression soured, “SANS, DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS THE TIME FOR ONE OF YOUR ODD JOBS? WE WERE HAVING FUN.” He’d gotten an apology from Sans a while back now, and a Promise not to repeat his blunder, but he still wasn’t sure of Sans’ intentions for Y/n.

“I really didn’t think you’d be here today, pap, swear on my bones,” Sans looked exhausted and held up his hands. “but tell me what you want and I’ll make it while I do something I’ve been meaning to.”

You just say you want a pepperoni pretzel and a cherry lemonade, and Papyrus goes for a normal pretzel with a blue raspberry lemonade, but you’re nervous. The skeleton had threatened you, after all, even if your fear of him had mostly shifted to annoyance at his cheek in doing so.

Getting your food, Sans said softly, “I know I’m nobody’s favorite person right now, so I’ll make it short. I realized I’ve been overbearing, stepped over a lot of lines, and need to work on myself. I’m really sorry, y/n, for acting like you were going to hurt papyrus when I don’t even know you. it was wrong, and I’m going to try and see a therapist to get a hold on my…paranoia.”

That…was honestly one of the best and most sincere apologies you’d ever had. You can’t help smiling, and you can almost feel the pride radiating off Papyrus for his brother. “Okay, Sans. That was a proper apology, and you haven’t done any stalking that I’ve noticed so…apology accepted. I hope your therapy goes well.”

He looks so relieved, shoulders sagging noticeably, but his smile turns more genuine and he nods, “okie dokie. Go have fun, and I’ll see you at home, paps.”

“YES YOU WILL! YOU’RE GETTING THE IMPROVED VERSION OF SPAGHETTI TONIGHT FOR THAT!” It’s heartwarming to hear the excitement in his voice, and the brighter smile on his face, “YOU DID A GOOD THING! BYE, SANS!”

“Bye, Sans,” you add, and he waves you both off. Even if he was the one who finally apologized, you felt a weight off of yourself as well, and his gaze no longer made you feel like demons were on your back.

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congrats on 200!! tell us the story of all of your crushes (((;

OOOOPPPP ANON THIS ONE... THIS ONEEE okaaay y’all in for a RIDE. imma give them all codenames so it’s easier to talk about them HEHE. i’ve talked about a few of them HERE so they’re gonna have their same codenames

DAN. dan was a boy in my kindergarten class that was just adorable, other little girls had crushes on him. he was just that kid. but he was also really modest and didn’t realize people liked him like that. he gave me naruto stickers when we were in the first grade because he knew i liked naruto, which was a big deal to me just because most kids when we were little thought it was weird i liked anime. he also taught me how to properly throw a football. our moms worked together at one point and now his mom is also my dentist, she used to ask me for updates on him when we were little. we were both at our moms’ work after school once and since both of our moms were still working, my dad drove us home. this crush lasted from kindergarten to like the second grade, and then when seventh grade rolled around we were really good friends. he used to sing 5sos in class when we were doing our assignments because he knew i liked them, but we drifted after seventh because we had no classes together.

SCOTT. scott was a boy i liked on and off from the sixth grade to freshman year of high school. he was also that kid. but he was new our fifth grade year, but i had known him for years because we took kickboxing classes together. so, i was basically his first friend. everyone fell for him while i was just like “huh” but then i was like “...oh fuck” then i liked him on and off through middle school, and i had told him because i really don’t care whether people know i like them or not. he ended up moving high school because he went to a private, but he came back the end of our sophomore year. it was a huge deal to everyone that he was coming “back home” and i remember seeing him and calling out his name because i didn’t believe it when people said he was back. it was that surreal, my heart is pounding moment. we had math together for the last few months. my friend was crying outside our class one morning when he walks up and is like “good morning ladies” and hugs us and then reads the room and is like “... you two okay?” we haven’t really talked since, we don’t have the same friend group like we used to.

KENNY. kenny was a boy that i liked when i was liking scott on and off. it was sixth grade, we both liked each other, but i was well aware sixth grade is not the age where i should be dating, so i didn’t let it go further than us liking each other. he didn’t let any of our friends know he liked me back, but everyone knew either way because we were always together and practically best friends. we had this routine where every day after school i’d ask him how he is, and he’d ask me how my day was, and then we’d talk until our parents told us to get off the phone. simple, school girl crush. i ended up “getting bored” and “tired” of the fact he wouldn’t admit to his friends he liked me, but in reality i just thought scott was cuter. sorry kenny!

CAM. cam and i were a messsss, seventh to eighth grade, during my on and off liking of scott. he and i had bumped into each other and i thought he was cute, so i called him cute boy. we then met at a school dance when one of my friends told him i thought he was cute, and all of his friends asked me to hang out with them for the rest of the dance. when a boy made my friend cry at the end i had gotten up and said i had smt to take care of, and one of his friends was like “she’s fiesty, i like her” he had some mental health issues that ended up becoming my issues and then it all just went from cute to toxic. he was a closeted gay, but now he’s not in the closet and we’re friends, mutually deciding to forget about middle school. but we ended up talking again this year since we had a class together, he still has photos of us from the summer before freshman year and texted me them cuz he found them in his room. 

PETER. man oh man, i’ve talked about peter before. he’s my guy best friend. he and i had met our freshman year of high school in french class, and we had sat in front of each other. the teacher mispronounced my name and i frowned and he was like, “oh... you look so sad” and then proceeded to mispronounce my name himself. apparently, the people who sat at the table with us thought we were dating, even though that was the first time we had met. apparently, a lot of ppl in that class thought we were dating because one of the girls in my pe class asked me if he and i were fighting because her friend in my class noticed that, even though we sit next to each other, we hadn’t been talking and she had thought we broke up. and i was just like “...we’re not even dating...” and apparently her friend was like “...no... pretty sure they are.” LOL. we were fourteen and dumb, and this was my first time catching real feelings. and since it was high school, everything was dramatized and over exaggerated, i was annoying asf, he was immature asf. we didn’t talk for a few months, but eventually, everything calmed down and we became best friends. we facetime a lot, we’re each other’s 4a.m “hey are you awake” text. our families became friends, his mom loves me like her own. his friends, my friends, my family are always like “will that be a thing” and i’m always thinking it in the back of my head, but we’ve got a really good friendship going on. i secretly tell people that if we’re not married by 28 then i’m making him marry me LMAOO. i truly do hope that the person i end up with isn’t him just because i like having his as my best friend.

JOSH. this one broke me. josh was my best friend my sophomore and part of my junior year. we had a lot of mutual friends, including peter. but, when we started to become friends, right off the bat it was a toxic environment. his two best friends hating each other and he was also hanging out with my ex-best friend, who his best friend also hated. so... long story short, one of his best friends, my ex-bestfriend, me, and him all would hang out, pretending everything was fine between us. then, his best friend and my ex-best friend would fight over a fucking boy, and so he and i would kinda go off on our own. he was just always being pulled in three directions. but he lied to me the entire one year and a half duration of our friendship. we had a summer fling the summer before our junior year, and he had lied to be about his own experiences and who he was talking to. we weren’t dating or exclusive, but the fact that he had said he had no prior experiences, i felt lied to and betrayed, because it was all under false pretenses. he treated me like shit basically, and i just kept justifying it saying that i loved him so it was fine. it was def a give-take friendship, and i would just constantly provide support, literal food, literal material things, and he couldn’t even give me emotional support back. i kept trying to justify that i wouldn’t stay in this situation if i didn’t love him, but it was really just manipulation. i always had considered him my “first real love” but after finding out he had been lying for so long, i realized i didn’t love him because i didn’t even really know him, yanno? i wrote a book that was loosely based off of him, so that was what was good out of it. i came out a strong person, and honestly? i would do it all over again if it meant i would feel as strong and as good of a person as i did right now.

WREN. i work with him, one of my absolute besties. i thought he was cute for a while... and then... well, read the next person BAHA.

ALEC. Alec was a college boy who worked with my dad, our siblings also worked there together. when is started working there my sophomore year, i had met his brother first, aka Wren, we became quick friends, and i had thought he was cute. eventually, though, i had met alec. he was the mysterious one of the two, the quiet guy. we only really ever saw each other in passing, and eventually, he became a team lead. i remember the first times working with him and getting confused because he always giggled around me or my friends would say he was looking for me, but he’d never actually talk to me. so, last summer we ended up working together a lot as i got transferred onto his team, and we instantly just had a good bond. everyone, his boss, our coworkers, his brother, my dad, were just like “…soo… y’all gonna… address this… chemistry or??” we just clicked. from the music we listened to (one time he passed me and we were listening to the exact same song) to our hobbies in high school, we both took the same electives and had the same passions. he’d take me to and from work whenever i had to walk, once sent a whole team member to pick me up at 6am cuz he didn’t want me walking in the dark. he was even my escort for my debut. i feel like this one could be considered me being “in love” just because i truly cared about him and he truly cared about me, but i think it might’ve been right people wrong time perhaps? he had just met someone right before i told him how i felt about him, and our chemistry was just natural, everyone could see it. we had an “age gap” considering i’m graduating and he’s in college, but to us, we were always just both two young adults, yanno? so maybe some day he and i could revisit and actually be in love, i dunno.

and that’s all my crushes in my past 18 years and 6 months of life!

[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 14

Warning: cussing, slight mention of the death of an asshole ex

The sisters all went to get some rest after the long night, but Beetlejuice had other plans. He had so much built up energy that he terrorized the neighborhood 'till the late morning, then teleported back to the house, still wiping his happy-teary eyes.

He appeared in a green puff of smoke right behind Rei, who was clearly cooking something in the kitchen. Even though she dressed up properly in highwaisted denim shorts and a kawaii pastelpink tank top, and did her makeup, her baggy eyes showed that she haven't slept a minute. He peaked over her shoulder.

- HI THERE! - he shouted, which made Rei drop the ladle she was holding, spilling batter all over the counter.

- JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST!!! - she widened her eyes, held her chest and breathed out. - Crap dude, you scared the living shit outta me. - Beej flashed a wide smile at Rei while doing a little fist pump and hopped on the counter's clean part.

- What can I say, I'm a demon, get used to being jumpscared, doll. - he said with a theatrical shrug. Rei rolled her eyes, grabbed a dish towel and wiped off the counter. Beetlejuice watched excitedly as she opened up the waffle maker, slided the cooked waffles out onto a plate, then after yawning, loaded it back up. Beej tilted his head sideways. - I wouldn't mind if you'd throw one of those yummylooking thingies in my way, sugar.

Rei fixed her glasses and raised an eyebrow at BJ.

- Aren't ya... You know... Kind of undead? - the demon pulled one side of his upper lip up.

- Yeah, so?

- So you wouldn't have to eat? - Beej threw his head back and groaned.

- I don't HAVE to, but I LOVE to. - he looked back at Rei and shrugged with his hands held up. - I dunno, it makes me feel... - he sighed with a smile. - ...alive.

For a couple of minutes, Beetlejuice just watched as Rei made breakfast. He was pulled out of daydreaming by the sound of hissing. Sofía came into the kitchen, holding Minerva in her arms. The cat hissed and groaned at Beej, who, as a response, just put his stripey snakelike tongue out. He looked at Sofía who still seemed to be furious. He started to dangle his feet and flashed the cutest smile he could.

- Sofía, sugarpuffs, may I say you look absolutely stunning on this fine morning of...

- Cut it, demon. - she said with dead eyes. The smile on BJ's face froze off. - You'll achieve nothing with flattery. - she set the cat down on the floor, then got back up and pointed at the demon. - Plus. I don't like you. - Beej put his hands on his hips.

- Well then go and fuck yourself!

Sofía rolled her eyes and went to the refrigerator. Minerva sat down before Beetlejuice on the floor, watching him with hauntingly thin pupils and perked up ears. But at least she didn't hiss anymore. Rei looked at her sister's way.

- Hey I'm pretty thirsty, would ya, Miss Grumpy, check if we have any orange juice left? - Sof reached into the fridge, got the bottle out, shaked it, removed the cap, and drank every last drop of orange juice. After this, she put the bottle down and flashed a meaningful look at Rei.

- No, we’re all out.

- I have a lot of questions, first of all, how dare you? - Sofía didn't answer, just grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and exited the kitchen. Beej looked after her with puckered up lips, then looked at Rei questionably.

- Is she always this abominable? - Rei shrugged.

- She's just pissed at the three of us now so no, not always... But a lot of times. You're gonna get used to it though.

Beetlejuice laid back, put his hands under his head and floated next to Rei.

- I'm getting bored, so be a doll and tell me, where's my favourite little baby rook? I wanna tell her how my daily hauntings went, she's gonna LOVE it. - Rei pointed to the back door without looking up from the waffles.

- Outside, in the conservatory. Since we couldn't sleep, we fixed the glass panel Matthias broke. Now she's talking with her mom on the phone. - Beetlejuice started to float towards the door but Rei grabbed his jacket. - Stopstopstop, bring her this. And make sure she eats it. - and handed him a plate full of waffles, and a bottle of Nutella.

- What, why? - Rei sighed, put down the Nutella on the middle counter and pulled her hair back.

- Look, Beetlejuice, that's your name, right? - the demon nodded with enthusiasm. It was SO NICE hearing his name from a breather's mouth, not his own. - Okay so, Beetlejuice, just so you know, Ari has a very bad habit. When she's feeling down, she just won't eat. And that makes her hangry. And that makes her insufferable. And you don't want that. - she shook her head. - You NEVER want that. But comfort food always makes her want to eat, so... - she raised her arms and shrugged. - Here I am! Being a best sister/bestie, making her fuckin comfort food for breakfast. - Beetlejuice put his legs on the ground and grabbed the plate out of Rei's hand.

- Okay, I'll bring it to her... - he snickered and reached for the Nutella. - ...you slavemaster you. - he headed out but in the archway, he turned back and looked at Rei with a light smile. His green hair turned glowy a bit and his tips got a shy white shade. - Hey Rei? - the girl stepped back from the waffle maker and looked at him. Beej pulled his shoulders up and bit his lower lip. - Thanks for letting me stay.

Rei smiled widely and looked at the ground, blushing.

- Well, am I a hero? Really can't say, but... yes. - BJ laughed then blew raspberries. Rei gestured with her hand in the winter garden's direction. - Besides, Ari doesn't make friends easily, and it was nice to see that there's someone who gets her and genuinely laughs with her... Even though they're not a human. - BJ was still smiling, biting down on his lower lips. And were those slight pinkish streaks? - So I didn't have a choice, really. But yeah, you're welcome. - she went back to making waffles but quickly stepped back to face the demon. - By the way, she will totally act like she's alright but, let's face it, she's a mess. - A hot mess, thought Beetlejuice. - So be a nice emotional support demon boy please. - BJ's smile turned into a frown.

- What? Most of the time I even suck at being a proper demon... and now you want me to be a nice demon? - Rei snapped with her tongue.

- Did I stutter? Be brave enough to suck at something new. - she made a shooing gesture. - Now shoo before the waffles get cold.

When Beej arrived at the conservatory, happily floating while munching on a bug he catched earlier, Ari was sitting on the stairs, facing the inside of the garden with a sleeping Sirius in her lap. She had a red dropped-shouldered top on, which had the image of a running cherry bomb on it. She also wore comfy black knee-high trousers and fluffy red slippers with devilhorns on it. She was having a call.

- Ay no me digas! - she exclaimed with a huge hand gesture. She sounded so enthusiastic. - Is that true? Ahhh I can't wait to see mis primos favoritos! I miss those little rascals so much already! - Beetlejuice stepped behind Ari, leaned closer to her ear and whispered in the raspiest voice he could produce:

- BOO. - Ari turned around with a smile to face the demon, and scruffed his hair. Beetlejuice's hair's tips turned into a light pink shade. Ari pulled it a bit towards herself to see it better but Beetlejuice snapped his teeth towards her hand. She let out a tiny laugh.

- Sorry Mom, I gotta go now. A friend came over. - she stopped for a second, listening to the answer while smiling. Beetlejuice crouched down to her level. Sirius stood up, sniffed around the demon and wrinkled up his nose. Beej petted his head. The dog lifted his head up, licked his hand, then turned around and headed towards his dogbed to sleep a bit more. Ari wrapped a lock of her hair on her index finger. - Yeah. - she all of a sudden shook her head. - No mamá! NO?! - she faceplamed herself, then made the impression of peeling her face off. Beetlejuice let out a loud laugh. - Yepp he's weird like me. - she laughed and held her phone away from her face. She gazed at the demon with a sarcastic look on her face. - My mom asks if you're handsome or not. - she held the phone closer to Beej and did the hand gesture of talking.

- I'm devilishly handsome, Miss Rodríguez. - Ari gasped. She mouthed "Did ya remember my family name?" to which Beej nodded happily. Ari put the phone back to her ear. Her mom said something that made her roll her eyes. Hard.

- Okay that's WAY too much Mamá I'M HANGING UUUUPPP. - she sighed. - Sí, sí, sí. Give abuelita mi besos y bendiciones, okay? I love ya. - she sent kisses. - Bye, bye, BYYYEEE. - she put her phone away. Then with glistening eyes, looked at her demon buddy. - How was your dawn of haunting? - she cupped his face in her hands which made him kind of melt. At least his eyes looked like that. - TELL. ME. EVERYTHING.

- The. BEST. - he took a deep breath (even though he didn't need to) as Ari released his cheeks and planted the biggest smile on his face. - You know the house down the road? With the pretty pond and shit? - Ari nodded as her eyes started to wander around BJ's figure. - Well, a couple lives there with their kids and...

- OH MY GOD MILLENNIUM FALCON WAFFLES!!! - interrupted Ari and snatched the plate out of the demon's hand. Beetlejuice blinked fast with annoyance in his golden eyes.

- I thought interrupting was my thing. - the girl rived the Nutella from Beetlejuice's hand. He gasped and held his chest in a theatrical way. - Wow. Ya rude.

- Shut up Beej and tell me what you did to those poor kids. - the demon lifted one of his eyebrows with a cheeky halfsmile. Ari gasped and held his mouth. - Shit can I call ya that? - she definitely started to panic based on the stuttering. - I'm sorry it just came out, it's okay if you don't like it, I mean if you don't like nicknames I understand just...

Beej interrupted her with a gurgling laugh which made his head fall back. His vertebrae were cracking like an old door. He held Ari's shoulder with one hand and squeezed her cheeks together with the other. He locked his gaze in the girl's.

- If I don't like something, I'll ring a bell. - he pulled the girl closer to him by her cheeks. He lowered his voice, tilted his head a bit, pulled a smirk and some hooded eye action. His face was only a few centimeters away from Ari's. - But I'd like the best if you'd call me... Daddy. - Did... Did she just stare at my lips?

- You wish. - she said in a cooky tone. BJ laughed and let her go.

During the next hour or so, Beetlejuice and Ari talked and laughed their asses off while the demon was floating around. Beej showed Ari what he did last night, for example how he took off his head and rolled it under one of the kids' bed. Or how he hid in the wardrobe of the other child, then when he was falling asleep, he pulled his lower jaw down and let his tongue wander out of the closet, making him scream out in a half-asleep delirium. Ari tried so hard not to think about the kinky uses of a tongue like that... But she failed so miserably. She turned red as a tomato. She stood up and went to one of her cupboards of herbs to distract Beej from her face. He quickly stood up as well and stepped behind her. He was still talking while Ari was looking around in the cupboard, searching for her herb-book. Gods he sounded so happy. Ari glanced sideways with a smile. The demon's golden eyes were full of life, of freed up energy and...

- WAIT, you wear eyeliner?! - asked Ari, interrupting BJ in discussing whether he should scare the old couple living down the road just a little, or whether he should scare them to death. He crossed his arms before his chest and his smile quickly turned sour.

- Well, I like it. - he sounded defensive all of a sudden. Like he got bullied because of this before, thought Ari. - I know it's a bit wobbly but I LIKE IT and that's...

- Bug, eyeliner makes every guy hot AF. - stated Ari, making BJ surprised. He shook his head in disbelief, which made Ari giggle. - Yeah it's wobbly a bit but it looks awesome anyways! - she put the herbs down and stepped closer to Beej. He almost stepped back but Ari held him by his suspenders and pulled him closer. Her eyes twinkled as she took stock of BJ's makeup. - I think slightly metallic purple or dark green would suit your face. - Beej had the biggest, horniest smile spread out on his face.

- So basically what you're saying is that you think I'm sexy? - Ari let go of the demon's suspenders go and shaked her blushing off with a laugh. Beetlejuice blew raspberries at her since he didn't get an answer.

Ari got back to dealing with her herbs. She took a big cleaver and a chopping board out of the cupboard. Beej stepped behind her and put his head on her shoulder.

- Whatchya doin'? - Ari shrugged.

- Boring mortal stuff. - BJ clicked his tongue and rolled his golden eyes.

- Come on now, I'm not usually interested in boring mortal stuff, but this involves a cleaver so it can't be THAT boring. - Ari looked sideways, spotting BJ's puppy eyes. She snorted. Beej pouted his lower lip. - Pleeeeeaaase.

Ari smiled lightly. Nearly nobody was interested in her home remedies, not counting her family from her mother's side and her sisters, of course. So hearing someone new genuinely being interested in what she was working on, made her feel warm and appreciated. She lifted up the big, leather covered black book, which had pretty golden cornflowers painted on the cover. It had a ton of bookmarks and notes sticking out of it; some were stained, time made some yellow, some were colorful and bright and fairly new.

- I haven't slept, only 2 hours since yesterday and my body can't function with that much. But, you see, my mind is still hectic, which keeps me up, but I NEED to sleep to work properly. - Beej nodded. - So I'm making myself a nice pot of sedative, nightmare-repelling tea. - the demon nodded again. Ari's eyes wandered around his hair: now it had a fairly light green shade, with light pink and yellow tips. What do these colors mean?!

- And what do you need that for? - he pointed at the book Ari was still holding. She opened it up and started to turn the pages over.

- It's my family's herb book. It's easier to work from a recipe, I don't mess up anything like this. - she flipped a page and touched the next one. It had an extruded purple flower glued to the page. - Only a couple pages survived from the original book, but I can proudly say that some of our recipes date back to the 17th century, some are even older. - she sighed. - What I'd give to own the original copy... - she lifted the book up and hugged it. - It's nice to use the knowledge of my ancestors, it's like holding their hands. - her face turned foggy for a bit. - Even after what happened to them.

- What happened? - asked Beetlejuice while looking at the book.

- The Inquisition. Back in the 1600's in Cataluña, many of my family members were burnt at the stakes. They were thought to be witches, bringer of sickness and bad harvest. - she snorted. Loathing was audible while she talked. Beej pinched her cheek and flashed a toothy grin.

- So, you follow their path! - Ari let out a weird laugh, turned around, still holding the book, and leaned against the cupboard, smiling at the demon's slight remark. She flipped through some pages then pointed at a coffee-stained recipe.

- THAT'S IT! That's what I was looking for. - she pulled her hair back and smiled nostalgically. - Anise hyssop for defeating fear, bergamot for a good night's sleep, buckwheat because of high vitamin and mineral content, californian poppy for my anxiety, sage for basically everything, granadilla flower for calming nervousness and against bad dreams, chamomile and lavender for flavour and chillsies. - she hugged the book once again and breathed in heavily, with a smile on her face. - It's gonna be so good with honey. - Beej leaned against the cupboard as well and scratched his stubble.

- Just... Leave the sage out. - Ari raised an eyebrow.

- Why?

Beetlejuice let out a loud, aversive sigh and looked sideways at Ari while pushing his hair back.

- I bet ya know they say it repels demons. - Ari nodded slowly, disbelief in her eyes. - Yeah, shit works.

Beej made a face so disgusted it made Ari burst out with laughter. He put his palm on the top of her head and pushed her away. She elbowed his side in return.

- Okay, okay, then sage stays out of the mixture. - she said, still smiling like an idiot, and pointed at the other cupboard. - Wanna help me find my dried herbs? - Beej shrugged with a sarcastic face.

- Yeah, sure, ask the dyslexic demon to look for labeled magic herbs.

While Beej was searching through Ari's a hundred and twenty frickin tiny glass vials, for a slight second Ari checked her demon buddy out from the corner of her eye. She flashed an evil smile as a devilish thought planted itself into her mind.

- Hey, Beej, can I ask ya something? - Beetlejuice looked out from behind the other cabinet.

- Sure. - Ari's smile turned even more maleficent. Beetlejuice exactly knew what that naughty smile meant. Shit, he made that face at least a thousand times a day.

- Aren't you a little short to be a demon? - Beej gasped, held his chest, then when Ari started laughing at him sticking his stripey tongue out like a snake, he said in the most angelic tone he could produce:

- Says the oversized toddler! - Ari opened up her arms, mimicking something huge.

- But aren't you supposed to be a big, flaming entity? - Beej stepped before Ari with a similar smile on his face then lifted her up by her armpits... which she seemingly hated, based on the angry pre-schooler impression on her face. Although, the thought of "shit, he's strong... WAIT, NO, THAT'S NOT HOT, FUCK, BRAIN, NO... Okay act angry that should solve ya problem... You hoe." passed her mind.

- Aren't you supposed to be with your parents, my sweet, tiny, chubby cheeky child? - while talking, Beej summoned 2 more arms, pinched the girl's cheeks with them and did smooching sounds.

- Imma so punch you in the throat. - said Ari with the maddest tone she could. Beej raised an eyebrow and changed to a crooked, husky, even kind of horny tone.

- You had your chance when I kissed ya, but ya didn't. - Ari smirked.

- You call that a kiss?

Beetlejuice dropped Ari. He turned around, all 4 hands in the air, looking so irritated that even the tips of his hair turned into a slight reddish shade.

- EXCUSE ME?! - he pointed at Ari, who was still sitting on the ground, stroking her hurt bottom. - NO, EXCUSE YOU! HOW DARE YOU?!?!? - he popped his tongue, then went to the plate of waffles smothered in Nutella. - You know what? - he pointed at the girl again with one hand, put 2 on his hips, and grabbed a waffle with the fourth. - No more waffles for you. - he said as he bit into the Millennium Falcon. As he swallowed the bite, his eyes got wide and his additional 2 hands disappeared. An expression of wander and astonishment found its way to his face. - OHMYGOD THIS IS HEAVENLY!!! - he said in an amazed tone, then quickly changed back to his normal. I'm a badass demon, I shouldn't show emotions. - Ironically. - he stack his index finger into the bottle full of chocolatey nougaty hazelnut cream. - What is this shit?

Ari looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a weird little smile, not understanding her buddy's fuss about the delicacy. She shrugged.

- Nutella... Never heard of it? - Beej rolled his eyes and grunted.

- Babe, this house was uninhabited for at least 25 years. And the last people who lived here were between 90 and coffin-break years old. And that was in the late 80's. - he licked the paste off his finger and changed to a more seductive tone. - Lower your expectations about me. I might look young and devilishly handsome but I'm so new to these modern shits. - Ari rolled her eyes and stood up. Horny bastard.

- Okay, grandpa. - Beej stack his tongue out but Ari just pushed him in a childish way. - Gimme a bite too, I'm still starving. - she said as she reached for the plate Beej was now holding.

She took a bite out of a waffle, then put it back and started chopping up her dried herbs. She was almost done with the chopping and the piece of Millennium Falcon when she noticed that BJ was literally staring at her face with a cheeky halfsmile. His eyes were wandering around her lips.

- What are ya lookin' at? - she asked abruptly. Beej shrugged a bit and pointed at her canines as she took a last bite from the waffle.

- I like the teeth. - Ari smiled widely. She put down the cleaver and tapped her teeth with her long, black, spiderwebbed nail on her pointing finger.

- Thanks, they're fake porcelain caps. - she pointed at Beej's smile. - I like your double canines too! They look so badass. - Beej's hair turned into a weird mixture of light pink, shy white and bright green. He started to play with his fingers and looked down at his shoes. He bit his lower lip with a flattered smile. Ari leaned closer. - Am I crazy, or just like your hair and your eyes, those can change too? - Beej lifted his head up and pulled his hair back. He scratched his scrag as his teeth changed into a bear trap-esque, sharklike weirdness. Ari jumped back and screamed while covering her mouth in excitement. - OHMYGOD THAT'S SO HARDCORE! - she stepped back to Beej and tapped his teeth. - WOOOOOWZAH! - she grabbed the demon's shoulders and shaked him a bit. - You are the most awesome person I've ever seen. - she stepped back and crossed her heart with her nail. - Swear on my black gooey heart.

Beej changed his teeth back into "normal", but he was still scratching his scruff and was looking down. He was obviously taken aback. It looked liked he had never been genuinely complimented before.

- Well... Thanks... - he stuttered as he turned more pink. Ari looked at the ground too, blushing and smiling shyly as she said the next words:

- You know, I'm glad we winded up at your haunted house. If you wouldn't have been here, all three of us would be dead by now. Nobody else would have been able to stop my crazy ex. So... Yeah. - she sighed and bent down to peak at Beej's eyes. They found each other easily. They both smiled with bitten lips. - Thanks for killing him. - Beej cleared his throat to quickly regain his composure. He put his hands in his pockets.

- Ey, I got you. You know I do. That's what undead best friends are for.

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Ari grabbed her chopped up herbs and pointed at the kitchen with her other hand.

- I'll boil these up quickly. Wanna watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in my room while I dose off to sleep? - Beetlejuice's eyes lit up as he nodded.

- Sure... Let me grab my snack. - he snapped and with that, the Nutella appeared in his hand. His devilish smile didn't tell nothing good about his intentions. Ari laughed lightly and reached for the bottle.

- Hey, come on, that's my Nutella! Give it back! - as soon as she almost reached the bottle, Beetlejuice started to float with a laugh, just out of Ari's reach. - HEY COME ON, THAT'S CHEATING!!! - she jumped up but Beej floated higher. - GIVE MY STUFF BACK!!! - Beej layed on his back while floating out of the winter garden, eating the paste with his fingers.

- If you don't pay your bio-exorcist, you will get repossessed! - Ari jumped after him one more time, then stomped angrily.

- This fuckin' demon, I swear to Ra... - she looked at her puppy, who was looking after the floating demon. - Hey, Sirius! - he peaked his ears up. - CATCH!

[dianakennery]

Scott and Sparkles Part 5

Scott woke up, sputtering sand and salty seawater. His fingers dug into the soft, white sand as he sat up.

His head pounded and he could barely open his eyes. Blearily he stared out at a soft horizon in front of him. The sky glowed golden and rose- the sun hidden behind one of the few fluffy clouds. He was on a small shallow island, the water and horizon everywhere he turned.

Sparkles was sitting beside him about two metres away. He groaned at the sight of her.

“Is this not over?” He looked out at the horizon again, his eyes still unable to adjust to the light. “Where are we?”

Sparkles continued to stare out at the horizon, the far off look in her eye signifying to Scott that she would not likely be answering him.

Scott cursed and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve.

“FUCK.” He yelled out with nearly all the strength in him. Scott began to kick the sand, “FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT.”

Sparkles’ eyes remained unfocused and trained ahead but she sighed heavily.

Scott continued to spray sand everywhere yelling obscenities. He stilled as he recognized the hoarseness in his throat. He walked to the shore and rinsed his hands- splashing the water on his face, wincing as the salt stung him. He rinsed out his mouth and gargled quickly as well. His breath was quite distasteful.  

Scott made his way back to where he had woken up. He took a heavy breath and sat back down. He winced out into the sunset or sunrise, unsure of what he was looking at- if it was even the sun at all. He stared at the waves, wiped at his eyes again, ran a hand through his hair. Feeling a little calmer, he looked over at Sparkles.

“Well, what now?”

Sparkles broke her gaze with the water and looked down with an expression of hesitancy.

“I think…” she looked up at Scott with a sense of pity, “I think things are about to get weird.”

Sparkles nearly laughed at how comically incredulous Scott became but knew he would not be able to appreciate the humour in that moment.

“You think? YOU think? Things are about…” Scott was standing again, kicking the sand straight into the ocean. He repeated various parts of her sentence, the intonation of each word getting a new treatment each time he spoke. He nearly repeated his routine from earlier, his kicks growing softer, rinsing his hands and face with the saltwater. When he calmed himself again he didn’t sit down, he just looked over to Sparkles.

“Please…. Get us out of this.”

A sad smile fell onto her lips as she shrugged softly, “You know you flip flop between believing I’m full of shit to believing I am all powerful. You remind me of my Grandmother and church.” She stood then, the sand trickling down her clothes.

Scott rolled his eyes and put his head in his hands.

Sparkles shook her head at him and walked over to the water. The familiar feeling of intuition washed over her. She looked over at Scott curiously, “Still nothing?”

“No. Nothing.” Scott frowned before looking up at her, anger radiating in his eyes. “I am not fucking physic and this whole thing is absolutely ridiculous- like batshit insane, so there is no way I’m ever going to be able to guess what’s coming.”

Sparkles frowned.

“Hmmm… not so much guessing… it's more of a combination of intuition and intention… I think.” she shrugged again.

Scott grit his teeth, “Whatever, intention, intuition, inception I don’t care what it is or isn’t I just want it to be over.”

Sparkles pursed her lips, biting her tongue not wanting to rile Scott up more but also quite concerned he was going to miss the entire point of whatever this journey was wanting to impart on them. She told herself that since he was riled up like this he was intellectually useless and so she would have to be patient until he was able to meet her with an open mind again.

“I don’t think whatever this is will just resolve itself, I think we have to experience it and ride it out and just be.” She spoke carefully and thoughtfully.

Scott tried to calm himself down. He took a few deep breaths. All he had wanted was just to get away for the night, he hadn’t intended to enter another time-space dimension.

“I am finding it difficult,” his voice was like ice, “to ‘just be’. This is a ridiculous and terrifying experience. You're the druggie, what do we do?”

“I’m the ‘druggie’?” Sparkles grit her teeth, “What does that mean?”

“Roger said you do this all the time!” Scott was annoyed that she would take offense.

“I’m not…” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them, “Drugs are not my life. Maybe lately I have leaned a little too hard into it but this is a large reality check for that.”

“Ok, whatever.” Scott shrugged.

“What?” Sparkles stared at him incredulously.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” He returned, confused.

“Its not whatever, why don’t you tell me what you actually think about me?” She raised an eyebrow before adding, accusingly, “‘Bestie’.”

Scott knew that he should take a step back, apologize for his part and start the conversation again but something inside of him rose up, and his blood boiled.

“I think that you're the kind of person who gets high all the time and maybe there isn’t anything wrong with that but I think that you in particular are running from something. I think you’re the type of person to pull me onto the couch without asking because you decided that it was the right thing to do. And I think you’re the type of person who didn’t tell me about the couch at your apartment because you decided it was the right thing to do.” His eyes shone as the words fell out, each more devastating than the next, “What do I think of you? I think you are selfish. I think you are a mess, and you’re self-destructing and you don’t care who you hurt in the process.”

Sparkles was very still as he ranted. She sighed and turned around when he finished, fighting the stinging in her eyes.

Scott was still very angry but his anger quickly redirected to himself. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to shrivel up into a ball and disappear. He almost wished the mannequins would come back and take him.

“Sparkles,” His voice small,  “I-

“No!” She whipped around, “Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me okay? You don’t get to come here and decide who I am based off a few hours of tripping together okay? Who are you anyways? Like what? Life at the office got you down? Did your fantasy football league draft go poor? Screw you, I’m sorry I’m not perfect. I mean…” She sighed angrily and then inhaled heavily, “I am actually sorry about the couch stuff. That was messed up. We are doing this together.”

Scott nodded sadly, “I am sorry too, I didn’t mean those things.”

“No, no,” she rose her hand, “You’re actually kind of-

“I mean I did mean those things,” Scott interrupted, “Just not about you.”

Sparkles stilled before nodding in understanding.

“Actually,” Scott ran a hand through his hair, “Some of it was word for word a conversation I had with my brother.” He shook his head, “I just got so angry.”

“Me too,” Sparkles said distractedly, “I mean I did have a very similar conversation with my ex-girlfriend actually… some of it word for word. She loved that league more than me and that's the truth.”

Scott nodded thoughtfully.

“The couch stuff though,” Sparkles paused, “That's all true… I mean let’s not get into how much of it was true but the couch stuff was relevant to now.”

“Yeah,” Scott looked at her, “I admit that I was upset about that but not furious…”

Sparkles smiled gratefully, she turned and took a few steps closer to the water.

“Um, Sparkles.” Scott stared down at the sand.

Sparkles turned and smiled at him, “Yes Scott?”

Scott looked up at her and returned her smile with a small quick one of his own before his face fell and he spoke quietly, “He is dead. My brother.”

Sparkles crossed over to him.

“I’m so, so sorry.” She gently rubbed his shoulder. “Why don’t we just sit for a moment?”

Scott nodded and took a seat in the sand. Surprised but not unhappy when Sparkles joined him and rested her head on his shoulder. The ambiguous sky began to change. It darkened slowly, and then before them a cloudy sunset played out. So much of the experience was beyond understanding but for some reason this strange ocean sky world baffled Scott more than the void. He sat there trying to work it out, almost smiling at himself for getting stuck on something there simply was no way he could ever comprehend. His mirth disappeared when his thoughts returned to the reason he was seated there with Sparkles. Why their journey had paused for the moment. Grief. He supposed that grief was like that, you just had to go on living your life and every now and then you remember that your brother was dead. Every now and then. Scott closed his eyes. Or all the time. When his eyes opened the sky had grown darker. His eyelids were heavy and there was a warmth pulsing through him.

“Do you feel?” He stopped unsure how to put it into words but quite confident that his speech had slurred slightly.

Sparkles nodded against him dreamily, “The pills are back.”

“Woah.” Scott’s eyes widened before they rolled back and he passed out into the sand.

Sparkles giggled and looked out into the darkening sky. In the distance she swore she could see city lights she giggled again before she lay back and lost consciousness.

[purplish-dreams]

Erick Imagine✨

I am not the best at writing here in Tumblr,but I just love writing about Erick,cause first,that helps me imagine a scene with him more clearly and I always enjoy reading imagines about Erick but I don't find many,these are the reasons I am here trying to write things which I really hope you like,and please bare with me♡

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"Is he here?" asked your bestie referring to your ex as you cleaned the window of the coffee shop you were working at.

"No,but he just sent me a message saying he is coming" you replied as you showed her your phone

"If he does then this time the boss will probably fire you" she said raising both her eyebrows.

Your ex boyfriend cheated on you when he was drunk,and for some reason he thinks that's an enough excuse for you to go back with him,which is why he has been stalking you all the time,trying to convince you to go back with him.But you were clearly done because you just thought he wasn't worth it anyway.

"Y/N ,you have orders to take" yelled your boss asking you to go take the order of the 4th table,your lucky number.

You made your way to that one and asked "Good evening,what would you like to..." and before you could finish the question,the guy sitting on that table stood up,held your hand,and as you were trying to take some steps back because you were absolutely surprised and scared,he pulled you in for a kiss.

Your eyes grew wider at his action,but as his hands tightened around your waist you immediately closed your eyes and kissed him back,your brain knew that it was a wrong move,yet your whole body did it with satisfaction,his lips were so soft that you just couldn't let go,but at some point you had to,because he was just...a stranger.

You pushed him away and whispered "What the hell?" , you glanced at your boss to find him already staring at you waiting for an explanation,you made your way to him and tried to talk "Sir,I swear I don't know him..." he interrupted you and asked you to leave,you glared at that green-eyed guy and went to the staff room to change.

You were so pissed off,you just got fired because of a stranger, a hot one,who kissed you for no reason,and you also hated the fact that you kissed him back,but you couldn't deny that you have never experienced such kiss.

It was dark,and you were walking through the streets as you cursed that green-eyed guy,but you quickly came out of your thoughts as you were roughly pinned to a wall with a tight hand on your mouth preventing you from screaming for help.

You were so frightened of opening your eyes,"Y/N" ,but as you heard your 'attacker' 's voice,you widely opened your eyes and frowned your eyebrows in frustration,knowing who it was.

It was him,your ex.You gathered all your power and pushed him off of you yelling "What do you think you are doing?"

"I know you don't want to listen to me,but please,we need to talk" he pleaded trying to hold your hand

"Just stay away from me.Why don't you get it?It's over.I can't trust you anymore.Stop making the alcohol an excuse for your irresponsible behaviours" you let it all out for the billionth time,because that's all you had to tell him anyway

"I can't stop thinking about you,and I know you can't either " he yelled,and true that it was hard for you to move on at first,because you spent good times together and you genuinely loved him,but after everything that he has done,you actually managed to hate him,you just felt disgusted each time you remembered what you two had together.

"Oh please,stop this drama already.I forgot about you ages ago" you stated looking anywhere but his eyes,and not because you were lying but because after everything you still didn't want to hurt him.

"Prove it" he challenged getting closer,and you fought all your instincts that wanted to take few steps back as you just stood still,challenging him back

"What the hell.I don't have to prove anything to anyone" you yelled but that only pissed him off more that he kept coming at you, and this time you actually started backing off because of the rage you saw in his eyes

"What are you doing.Stop" you yelled but that didn't stop him

"Back off.Stay away from her" yelled an unfamiliar voice from accross the street as it's owner made his way to you.You could see his kind of skinny figure approaching you,but when he got closer,you were surprised as you noticed his gree eyes,could it be him?you thought to yourself.

Meanwhile he stood between you and your ex,he pushed him away and said "She said stop.Everything you two had is clearly over because now she is mine.I am her boyfriend"

You were so surprised at his words,and as much as you wanted to be angry at him and just yell at him,you couldn't, because at this point you needed him.

"I am coming back for you" threatened your ex and that made him earn a punch on the face from your ... "saviour" as he said "I just told you she is mine.She is off limit and if I see you any nearby her,you are dead"

You were left speechless as you watched your ex disappear into the dark fog,ideas of what could have happened if this guy didn't come filled your mind,you stared at him for a while but he interrupted that by putting his hand on your shoulder to ask you "Hey,are you okay?" , that touch made your body ignites,but it also brought you back to the real world

"Why the hell are you here?From where did you get the guts to appear in front of me after what you have done?I freaking lost my only job because of you?Why would you call me your girlfriend?Why did you...kiss me?" You were kind of yelling at the beginning,but when you got to that kissing part,you whispered it because you thought it was awkward

"I am so sorry about that,I was set on a blind date with a lady, she so wanted us to officially date but I wasn't interested,then I saw you and you were really cute,and I thought kissing you would be a win win situation,because as I said you were cute and that would make the woman understand that I wasn't into her.I know it's very selfish,and I am sorry...and I called you my girlfriend to keep him away..." he explained very calmly,he was trying so hard what made him look so cute.At some point,you didn't like the fact that he kissed you just to piss that woman off,because you felt...used,but you ignored it as he apologized

"That's ridiculous,and I want to forgive you.But the idea of loosing my job because of that isn't letting me do it" you said feeling tears rushing to come out,you didn't know what upset you exactly,you just were all over the place.

"Don't worry.I spoke to the manager.I told him that it wasn't your fault at all.And he actually accepted my apology.I also found you here because I followed you to tell you that...and I am glad I did" he said coming closer,and with that you let it all out,you started crying,remembering what just happened.

He approached you and hugged you as you cried your heart out on his chest.It was weird,because he was still a stranger and you didn't even know his name,but he saved you after all,and that kiss was magical,and now again being in between his arms somehow felt good.

"Thank you" you murmured in between your sobs

"It's okay" he replied as he caressed your cheeks.

You stared at each other for a while, the rain started pouring and for the second time today,his lips crashed into yours,you chuckled in between the kiss and then you broke it "Now why did you kiss me?" you asked

"I told you I find you really cute" he replied smiling and then he pecked your lips for one more time.

"That's so weird but I am Y/N.What's your name?" you asked again

"I am Erick" he said with a wink

He offered to walk you home,and you accepted.

You parted ways,but you couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful and magical that felt like.

It was a weekend,you just stayed at home,so you two didn't interact for the past two days,you thought it was over,and that upset you.

Little did you know that Monday,when you will be leaving the coffee shop,you will find him standing outside,waiting for you.

"Y/N" he yelled as he approached you

"Hey" you said surprised,you definitely didn't expect to see him,but you so wanted to,so you were surprised in a happy way

"We need to talk" he stated putting his hands in his pockets,with a smile on his face,and that got you super nervous

"Do we?" you replied trying to keep it as cool as possible,but deep down you wanted to as well.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you for the past days.I know it's crazy,but,I don't know,the scent of your skin,the taste of your lips,the light in your smile...they are just printed in my mind and I can't help but feel really good whenever I think of all of it.And...I have missed you and I really want to get to know you,so would you please...go out on a date with me?" he said getting closer with each sentence,till there was no more space between you two,his eyes were pierced into yours,and you were so satisfied with that position that you didn't want for it to end,and when he started taking some steps back saying "You can take all the time you want,I will wait for..." you captured his lips because you did not want him to be distant from you, already.

Then you whispered in his ear "Yes" .Hearing that made him jump all over the place yelling "She said yes.She said yes" and you just laughed at how adorable he looked.

After 5 years,it seemed like the same scene was played all over again,beside that "Yes" was the answer to another question♡

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I hope you guys liked that♡Much love to all of you.And may you all live such beautiful scenes,in real life too.I am sorry about my writing,and if you didn't like something,just let me know and that will help me improve as well♡Thank you for reading♡

[sagegothel]

SCISSOR SISTERS → STI

TAGGING → Izzie Bash (@izziebash), Tia La Bouff (@tiaisms) & Sage Gothel

TIMELINE → October 5th, 2018

SETTING → Walt U Homecoming Football Game

SUMMARY → After Sage tweets something weird and disappears in the middle of hte game, Tia and Izzie take it upon themselves to go find her. 

Izzie cheered for the football game before her to get her mind off of what was troubling her. The halftime performance was only like, fifteen minutes away and Sage was nowhere to be found. She had been there once, but then she ran off and hadn't come back. Maybe she'd wandered off and fell in a well, or got insecure about Wayland and ran off to torment Meadow some more, or something else dumb. But this was the homecoming game. One of their biggest performances of the year! Why would she miss it? Then Izzie thought about what Meadow had told her, and how down Sage had been feeling, and while she wanted to be a good friend to Meadow, she couldn't help but feel a little bad for Sage. She just hoped she was alright. Izzie walked off to get some water at a nearby cooler and checked her phone for a moment, scrolling through Twitter. Out of curiosity, she searched up @sizzlingsage and quickly unblocked her, relieved that she hadn't been blocked back so she could see her posts, only to be shocked by what she found. The most recent one read "time to go bye bye" with a cryptic scissor emoji. Izzie furrowed her brow, trying to wrack her brain for what that could possibly mean. Sage wasn't the smartest, but her twitter was never so bleak. There was no going back now, Izzie was in full worry-mode. Spotting Tia nearby, Izzie accosted her with the tweet on her screen facing out to her. "Look, I know we hate each other now, and the feeling is definitely mutual, but look at this. Do you know anything about this?" she asked Tia, handing her her phone.

Tia was busy minding her own business stretching out her hamstrings as she prepared herself mentally for Halftime when Izzie came running up to her with a phone in her hand. Tia read the screen for a moment before glancing at Izzie in confusion. "Does she mean she's going to have sex with girls now? Cuz last I checked she and your cousin are still disgusting. But what else could it mean?" She asked, looking back at the phone just as it buzzed with an incoming text message. Tia couldn't help but read the message in the notification bar since it could possibly be clarification from Sage herself, and then immediately blushed when it turned out to be from someone else entirely. "By the way L'ogan really likes your cheer skirt." She giggled, handing her ex-bestie her phone back.

Izzie felt her cheeks go red as Tia recited L'ogan's text to her and snatched her phone back. "No, no one comes out like that. Not even Sage is that dense," Izzie rolled her eyes before exhaling and running a hand through her hair. "I don't know, I just have like...a really bad gut feeling. Vivi-- Meadow," she was quick to correct herself, " -- told me that Sage had been really sad and insecure and annoying lately about her and Wayland, and I dunno, you have Wes and Charlie and the @ pack and I have my new roommates, but I don't know who Sage has been hanging out with. You live with her. Does she seem any different? Lonelier or something?" She didn't want to outright say what she was worried the tweet might mean, and hoped Tia might fill in the blanks without her having to.

Tia shrugged and started to go back to stretching. "I dunno, Charlie came out by having sex with a bunch of people and that's kind of on brand for Sage. As Izzie continued talking, Tia slowly started to understand what she was trying to say. Tia finally stopped worrying about the halftime performance and started thinking hard about Sage's recent behavior. "Gosh, I don't know either. I haven't been paying that much attention to her when i'm not...um keeping her out of my parties. You don't think she's cutting herself like that girl from Netflix, right?" She asked, practically whispering her question in terror as her face paled at the thought.

Izzie cocked a brow, considering that for a second. "Charlie's queer?" she frowned contemplatively, wondering how her gaydar could have been so off about the younger La Bouff. But then she snapped herself out of that, and started focusing on the actual topic here: Sage. "Yeah, Lux told me about your brilliant little plan at that party. You locked her in her own room in her own cottage? How mean." She wasn't really mad at Tia for it, and her tone showed. Tia could do worse. She was moreso thinking like Sage in that situation, and how terrible that must have made her feel. "And I've been calling her stupid to Meadow behind her back...That's not like, mean in person, but it puts out negative energy that I'm sure she had to feel." Izzie gnawed on her bottom lip as Tia voiced exactly what she'd been thinking. "I don't know, maybe? She wouldn't do something like that, do you think? She's not..." Izzie shrugged vaguely, not knowing how to finish that sentence. Instead, she jumped to her next idea. "We need to find her. Like, now. She tweeted this almost ten minutes ago, we could be too late already."

Tia blinked. "No? She's bi." She replied, wondering where in the talk of bi did she get the word queer. "Why's he snitching to you? Sage was mean first and I was mean better." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest a little petulantly before immediately dropping them since now wasn't the time to defend herself. "I don't know what'd she do. On one hand she doesn't seem that Hannah Bakery. But on the other, if Wayland was my only friend i'd go bye bye too." Tia frowned even more when Izzie said they might already bee too late and felt tears quickly begin to well up in her eyes. "Where would she go then? If she walked back to our cottage we could run and try to catch up with her. Would that work?"

Izzie huffed some air out through her cheeks with a roll of the eyes, not exactly in the mood to explain LGBTQ+ labels to Tia, or be offended at the joke she made at her cousin’s expense. She didn’t even want to explain that the only reason Tia thought Sage had been mean first was because she had been standing up for her. This wasn’t the time to fight. It was the time to find Sage. Izzie caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and gave a shrug. She really had no clue. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess we could try? That seems like our best bet,” she nodded, suddenly remembering how that Netflix season ended and got a little queasy. “Come on,” Izzie started for the nearest exit in a light jog so as to not draw too much attention to the two cheerleaders who were ditching the game right before halftime. Just as they passed the bathroom closest to the WU gym, Izzie heard a scream. She sent Tia a worried glance, but didn’t hesitate to barge in.

Sage was so sick of feeling sad and heavy and gross all of the time. She'd tried everything that normally worked to make her feel better already - her super rad diet, cuddling with Wayland, wearing purple, making up new dances - but all of her old tricks seemed to be failing. It seemed that nothing cheered a person up when they suddenly had no friends, and it felt like every time she tried to make a new one, she got shut down. Lux was nice to her, but he had his little demon girlfriend who like, death glared Sage whenever possible. She would have tried to make Freddie be her friend, but Izzie like, beat her to it. She'd even thought maybe Wayland's best friend would be nice to her if she was like, trying to find her a boyfriend too, but apparently being nicer than usual just made people hate Sage more. She wasn't the smart one like Izzie, she wasn't the rich boss-lady one like Tia, and she must not even be the pretty one anymore because nobody seemed to want to be around. Did that make Sage the nothing one? Being the nothing one was sad. Sage had started thinking more and more about just leaving Walt and going back home to her mom. At least Mother Gothel loved her and would never abandon her - she'd been sending her more and more notes inviting her to come back after she'd peaced out during the summer on the worst trip ever, and Sage was mega close to just doing it. She had to try one more thing first, though. A haircut had like, turned Kori's whole life around, even making her little sibling a hottie homecoming queen candidate. And it had made Kori nice to her for the first time ever. So when even cheering at the homecoming game wasn't making Sage happy anymore - the opposite, really; she'd left the field because she'd started to feel her eyes pricking with tears, seeing Izzie and Tia's big smiles and how much they didn't need her and maybe never had - she decided to go ahead and just follow Kori's lead. Maybe a magic hair cut would solve all of her problems, and if it didn't... Well, then maybe more than Sage's hair could go bye bye. She'd tell Wayland she loved him and like, thanks for being the only one who still cared, but that he could be with someone smarter and prettier like Meadow now too and she'd just go back to her tower and leave everyone alone. Sage ran her fingers through her long, dark hair one last time, loving the silky smooth feel of it. Then the used one hand to hold it out to the side, as straight as she could, as she raised the scissors she'd brought to the bathroom with her other hand and snipped. It took a minute for Sage to process what she was seeing in the mirror. The messed up make up and tear streaked face were nothing new, but she let the clump of short hair fall back to her head as she clutched inches and inches of detached hair in her fist, and blinked in horror before letting out a blood-curdling scream.

Tia glanced at Izzie at the exact same time as she glanced at her and burst into the bathroom with her. Immediately she felt relief at seeing Sage clearly not dead and then let out a bloodcurdling scream as she realized what was happening with Sage's head. Other than purple, long mermaid like hair was major Sage iconography. "What happened to your head!?" She screeched, running over like Sage really did have a razor blade jammed in her wrist and threw the scissors across the room before surveying the hair damage up close.

Izzie didn’t know exactly what she was looking at when she came into the bathroom. It wasn’t until she saw the clumps of hair detached from Sage’s body did she bring the palm of her hand to her mouth with a gasp. She followed behind Tia, coming up on Sage with a more calm demeanor — she didn’t want to scare her when she was clearly already disturbed. “What Tia means to say is....Why are you cutting your hair and why are you doing it in a bathroom at a football game? Rapunzel’s like, totally has a homecoming discount right now.” She took Sage’s chopped ends into her hands and fluffed them out to survey the damage. She was glad that Sage seemed to be okay, but then remembered that that girl from the show had also cut her hair. It was one of those things that people sometimes did when they wanted to feel something. “Are you....okay?” Izzie asked tenderly, combing her fingers through Sage’s longer strands.

Sage didn't know how long she screamed for before Izzie and Tia barged into the bathroom. It could have been five seconds or it could have been five years; time felt all blurry and weird to Sage, and she was pretty sure she had to be hallucinating now anyway. Tia and Izzie would never have come to search for her, especially not together, and Sage sniffled, the tears starting again as she realized how sad that made her. The two girls were the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she apparently missed them so much that she was seeing them where they couldn't possibly be. Except the scissors skittering across the floor sounded real, and the feel of Izzie's fingers felt real, too. And when she looked in the mirror they were actually in the reflection with her, too, and Sage took a minute to stop her chest from heaving with quiet sobs before she said anything. "No," she wailed, calm enough to talk but still not as calm as she would have liked to have been. "I look like weirdo punk rock Avril Lavigne got hit by a weed whacker or something!" she said, looking at her hair in horror before looking at the two of them. She didn't know if she was really supposed to answer Izzie's other questions; they might be here now, but if she said she wasn't okay because she missed them, she risked them telling her that they didn't miss her at all. Maybe they were only here because they needed to pee or because she was messing up the homecoming cheer routine, and she bit on her lip. "I don't know, a hair cut made Kori way more likeable, I thought I could like... try it or something," she replied, blinking her eyes until they felt dryer. "And Rapunzel's is still expensive, so like... sorry?" she trailed off lamely.

Tia felt terrible watching Sage cry like that, especially with most of her hair gone, she felt like she was watching the most surreal and terrible production of Les Mis ever. She wanted to hug her so bad that it only took half a second of wondering if that was appropriate before she actually did it. "You totally look worse than that, oh my god." Tia said, crying into Sage's shoulder before sobbing even harder because it had been so long since the last time they had hugged last and Sage was usually her favorite shoulder to cry on so there was like a weird Pavlovian effect happening there too. "You didn't have to wreck your head to be more likable, you're so great. And also please don't kill youself because your hair is bad and you don't have friends because I locked you in your room. You're like the best person ever and I'm sorry that you didn't feel like it enough to risk ruining your hair like this. It's all me and Izzie's fault!" She ramble wailed at Sage, lacking every bit of the ability Sage had at eventually composing herself. So Tia was still crying like a crazy person when she pulled away from hugging Sage to look at her hair again. "I think I could probably even it out to look cute enough until we can book you an appointment at Rapunzel's. Would that be okay?"

Izzie caught her bottom lip between her teeth, biting back tears as she watched Sage sob and heard Tia totally not help that fact as she sobbed too. "No, you look fine! It's just shorter, and hair always grows back, and me and T have had bobs and they're super cute!" she tried. But then Tia went on her big mess of a ramble, and Izzie's quivering lower lip finally gave way to tears, too. "It's so our fault. I should never have told you about ViviMeadow and Wayland. It was so mean and dumb and Wayland totally has so many reasons to like you better, because you're amazing." What she'd said to Sage that day in Tennessee had haunted her for months, she was so glad to get it off of her chest that she didn't really think Wayland had no reasons to like her. She leaned her head on Sage's other shoulder and sobbed, letting it finally hit her how much she missed being with the two of them. She hadn't smelled the combination of all three of their perfumes in so long, when she inhaled the realization only made her cry harder. Pulling away, she nodded frantically in agreement with Tia. "Yeah! This could be like, a lob! Those look good on everyone," Izzie sniffled, tucking a few strands behind Sage's ear before looking at the three of them -- three sobbing messes -- in the mirror. She picked up the scissors and handed them to Tia, not knowing how to voice what she wanted so badly to say. "I'm so glad we found you," she gave Sage's shoulders a squeeze. "I um....kind of really miss you guys. Like, what happened in Tennessee still hurts when I think about it, but feeling like we're never going to be friends again hurts even more."

Sage 's mouth parted slightly in confusion when Tia told her not to kill herself, of all things. She knew that her eating habits sometimes were so not a good idea and might like, end up with that happening to her, but she'd never tried to hurt herself like that on purpose. She was too happy that Tia and Izzie were here and crowding around her like they used to before to even care if that was the only reason they'd come looking, though. Sage wrapped her arms around both of them, not wanting to let them get too far away from her ever again. "I'm so not going anywhere now," she promised, tears streaming down her cheeks again. This time they were happy ones, though; she'd never felt as much relief as she felt knowing that they didn't still hate her after all, and that maybe things were actually going to be okay. "I was like, thinking about just leaving Walt forever and going back to my tower or something, if I was going to be locked in places anyway, but I like it here so, so much better. You know, with you guys," Sage said, her voice watery from all the crying. She probably looked like a raccoon now on top of the butt-ugly hair, but she could be the most hideous person in the whole universe right now and Sage thought maybe that would be okay as long as Tia and Izzie didn't leave. "Are you guys sure?" she asked them hopefully, not sure if she was asking about them fixing her hair or about whether they actually still loved her.

Tia tried wiping at her eyes and nodded in agreement with Izzie. "Yeah, it's so our fault. I should've never been so mean to you for standing up for Izzie or to Izzie for sleeping with Huntley when i was the one keeping secrets in the first place. You guys are the bestest best friends in the world and i'm so so sorry I made you both feel like you weren't." She cried, moving to hug Izzie too. She arguably owed Izzie way more than a teary apology and a one armed hug because she still wasn't ready to let go of Sage yet, but that was what she had right then and she hoped it would do for now. "Oh my gosh, I know I didn't act like it but I would've missed you so so much if you'd gone back to your tower. It was supes cray cray of me to lock you up like that and I can't even say i'm sorry enough for that but please be my friend again anyway?" Taking the scissors from, Izzie and stepped back a bit to get a better look at Sage's hair then went to comb all the way through it with her fingers before she began cutting. "I'm so sure. Your face will look so skinny and cute with a really good lob. After a while you'll forget you even had all that hair." Tia promised, glancing into the sink sadly.

Izzie probably would have jumped back into STI even if she hadn't gotten an official apology from Tia, but the fact that she did just made things so much better. It showed that her friends really missed her as much as she'd missed them. "I'm sorry for calling you a spoiled brat, you're just rich! That doesn't make you a bad person." Izzie gave a large squeeze when Tia reached across Sage and hugged her, too, blubbering mascara tears onto Sage's neck. Cheer makeup was so not made for crying sessions. "Never ever ever go back to your tower forever. You belong here, with us," Izzie said tenderly, clutching Sage's hand in her own as she watched Tia start to trim. "Yeah, and besides, hair always grows back. For now, this is just something fresh and new and exciting and it'll be great." So maybe she wasn't talking about Sage's haircut anymore, but Izzie loved a good metaphor.

Sage blinked her still watery eyes. Was she supposed to say it was her fault now, too? Both of them were blaming themselves, and she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat from crying. "I'm so sorry, I should have figured out a better way to be good friends to both of you guys instead of like, picking a side," she said finally. She had felt bad, seeing the look on Tia's face when she'd defended Izzie over her. Tia had always done so much to make her life better, and she'd acted like one friend was more important than the other. So not cool. "And I'm super sorry for getting mad at you about Vivdow or whatever her name is now," she added to Izzie. "It was super not fair, I know that like, you guys have known her longer and stuff." It was hard for her to get it, since she'd only had Baz and Kori growing up, but she was trying. She was going to try so, so hard to make sure nothing like this ever, ever happened again. "My tower's super lonely, I would have missed you guys so much. Even just like, seeing you guys at cheer practice when you weren't talking to me was the best part of my day," Sage admitted, holding her breath as Tia and Izzie fussed over her hair. The snip of the scissors almost made her flinch again, but this time she was in good hands -- Tia's instead of her own, and she let out a breath of relief when she noticed that all the same length, her hair didn't look nearly as chunky and stupid as it had when she'd only hacked off part of it. "You guys are my favorite people in the whole wide world," Sage told them, trying not to start crying again -- happy tears this time. She didn't want to jerk around and mess up her hair more, but she had a feeling even if she walked out of this bathroom the ugliest girl in Walt, it wouldn't matter to her as long as she had Tia and Izzie by her side.

[anything-advice-blog]

I need someone else’s honest opinion.

My name is Bird, something happened, or someone happened to me 35 days ago. It’s over I just need to know what the hell was going on in this situation, did I get played or was it something else. I need an outsider’s opinion….. So it all started at the beginning of spring, I was 18 at this time, and I was taking a gap year. I had a boyfriend that I was living with in Washington State, but we didn’t work out, so I ended back home in Texas. Then I got a job as a camp counselor in Kentucky, I left home once again, and that’s when I met her. She was my manager I’m going to call her Red, I remember looking at her for the first time, and I was smitten like a kitten. But Red had a long-distance “girlfriend” (her lover came to visit the first two weeks I worked there.), so for the first two months, we barely spoke. I always heard her rant about her “girlfriend” issues to my other co-workers, it made rather uncomfortable honestly…. Then one night a massive storm broke out, we had to send the children to their bunkhouses without dinner. And coincidentally, it was only Red and me working that night. So we had to bring snacks for the children from the kitchen, and we got to talking. I shared with her that my friends were pressuring me to call my ex-girlfriend, and when I told her this, she looked surprised.(She didn’t know I was bi) Then she started smiling like an idiot; then she asked me if called my ex or not. We continued to talk once we got in the van, then the next morning she didn’t talk to me. It was like it never happened, then when lunchtime rolled around. She was talking to my other co-workers, I was out of it because I was thinking about the other night. Then I looked at her to see her staring at me, and then I turned away because I’m shy. Then another day passes, and it’s the end of the work day. She’s in her car, and I’m outside waiting for a delivery I noticed her sitting in her car watching me. And once again I turned away feeling shy, then we all went a work camping trip for scouting. At one point I was just standing in the sun, and she was standing there watching me and then I just walked away. For the rest of the trip, we don’t speak much or at all, then when my team was driving back. I was “sleeping” when I opened my eyes to see her watching me through the rearview mirror and then she quickly stopped after we made eye contact (That time I didn’t turn away). Then Monday happened, her and girlfriend broke up…. I know because she was telling all of us about it, then she went away on a business trip to Canada for two weeks. I didn’t think I was going to be able to see her again because that was just a seasonal job for me and time was running out. Then she came back, and I didn’t want to see her because something happened to me at work and I knew she was going have to talk to me about it. (It was professional, not personal.) I heard that she was going on another business trip for a week, so I thought I wasn’t going to see her. But I was wrong; Forgot to mention that I lived on site and so I was down in the basement doing my laundry. That’s when I saw her, coming out of the laundry room. She gave me a major fright I screamed tremendously; she did as well. Then we went our separate ways, then the next day and once again I didn’t think I was going to see her because she had to do paperwork for all her business trips and then she was going to leave again. I was in charge of the kitchen set up that morning, and she came down to my surprise. She said, “ Good Morning Bird.” I nodded at her and then she said, “Sorry, I scared you last night Bird. The reason I was in the basement was that I was trying to get a sleeping bag for my next trip. You scared me too.” She was smiling the entire time; then she went back up to the office. She tried to play it off like I wasn’t the reason she came down from the office and after spoke to me she left. (I told myself it was nothing to be excited over.) Then we ran into each other again, and I said, “Sorry, for scaring you.” She replied, “It wasn’t your fault, I just felt bad because I didn’t say anything.” About an hour later I ran into her again, and I tripped on air, but of course, she’s standing over me. Giving me this look, and I said. “Don’t look at me like that Red.” I said in mocking way; then she replied sarcastically “Like what?” I said, “Like what’s her problem.” Then we both laughed, and she said: “See ya later.” To my surprise she came back earlier than she was supposed to, I didn’t get to see her the night she came though. Then the next day we were doing inventory, and I was separate from everyone else because I had to do the art room (because I’m an art teacher), everyone else was in the same room doing inventory together. After I had finished, I went to see how everyone else was doing; she was the only one in the chamber now. I said, “How’s everyone doing?” “Good, we’re just closing up shop.” She said while looking down then added. “And how are you doing?” then I said “Good!” Then still looking down she smiled widely and laughed then I left. Then the next night, I was all alone in the apartment I was singing and dancing. Then that’s when I see Red, a girl I didn’t know and my co-work who’s her best friend. When I saw them I freaked the hell out; I fell and then when I realized who those people were I felt embarrassed and tried to hide behind a chair. Then when I got up, I started to smile, and I just wanted to go into my room. But Red wasn’t going to let that happen; she said: “Are you good?” I said, “Yeah,” then she replied with, “You sure?” she was saying this in a very mocking and teasing kind of way. When I came out of my room, they were just leaving, and my co-worker asked me,”What are you doing.” Before I could answer, Red said, “Singing?” yet again teasing the crap out of me. Then shortly after that, they left, then came back later with even more friends. This time I was laying on the couch, they showed their friends around the apartment. Then they turned their attention to me before anything was said, Red and I had the moment where we just looked at each other and neither us looked away, then Red asked me. “What are you doing for rest of the night.” She said, “ Watching makeup videos.” I said, “What kind of makeup videos are you watching?” I explained to her what I was looking at, even though I’m pretty sure she didn’t know what the hell I was talking about after that they left. Then the two days later, she didn’t acknowledge me and then we had this weird moment. I was going to lay on the couch in the lounge area at work, then I saw her coming out of the office, and when I looked at her she stopped dead in her tracks then she tried to hide behind the door while still not taking her eyes off of me. Then I just rolled my eyes and laid down because I was annoyed that she was ignoring me that day. Then I told my best friend about it; she said, “You should try to talk to her tomorrow. Because the reason she’s not talking to you is that you’re not talking to her.” So I took my besties advice the next morning, I said to Red “Good morning” then I smiled at her, and she smiled back. Then when me and my co - workers were eating breakfast, she was giving me a strange look like ”What’s her deal?” Then when I was cleaning up breakfast, (I’m in charge of breakfast set up). She joined me in the back of the kitchen and saw me dumping out all of the food. And she said “Gross” the reason I’m bringing this up is because I say “gross” a lot, so she was mocking me she even tried to imitate my voice. Then we both laughed, and after that, she left. Then around lunchtime, I saw her coming out of the office, and I said, “Hi Red!” She just waved at me and gave me a small smile then started talking to someone else. After she had finished her conversation, she turned to me and just smiled at me. Didn’t say anything, then she went back into the office. Then lunch happened, and I heard her talking about how she had a crush on someone, and I knew she wasn’t talking about me because I knew who she was talking about. When I heard her say that, it hurt like a bitch I was so shocked. Then a little later, I was in the kitchen with one of my male friends I’m going to call him Rich. I was making fun of something he said when I saw Red staring at us and we made eye contact for little while then I turned away. So later that day, I was doing inventory with my team when Red came down to see how we were doing. I don’t know if it was just me or what, but it was so awkward between us. I was trying to be nice to her, but it seemed as if she couldn’t look at me. We gathered in a circle and began talking, one of my friends started to tell a story about him and me working together. She looked at me, then quickly turned away afterward and began to frown. So after work was finished, Rich and I were talking I ended up blurting out that I had crush on Red. He looked crushed because me and him were very close and we almost did everything together, but I didn’t realize that he had those feelings for me until that moment. Which made me even more upset, because when I’m hurt the last thing I wanna do is hurt someone else. Then a couple of days passed, I tried to avoid her at all costs because I didn’t want to see her after everything. Then when I return to work, I checked her Instagram that’s when I see her, and her girlfriend was back together. I cried like a baby after saw that, then she starts to act friendly with me again. Like a moment when she was friendly, she came down for breakfast, our eyes met at the same time, and we both didn’t look away until someone else called for her attention. Then she came over to me and said “Good Morning, Bird.” Also, she would start a conversation with me. So I got to thinking that maybe it was all in my head, that she never really liked me in the first place and she just wanted to be friends. I start to return the friendly behavior as much as I could, even though most of the time we wouldn’t acknowledge each other. Like we would both be in the same room, but we wouldn’t look at each other or talk to each other. When she thought I wasn’t looking she would look at me, and then when she wasn’t looking I would look at her. Also, we would have these moments, such as once I was sitting in lounge area and I saw her trip. I smiled at her and said, “Hey Red” she didn’t say it back but kept looking at me with wide eyes and while frowning while still walking. Or when she introduced me to others she did the big eyes and frowning face every time, and there after all this that I caught her staring at me a couple of occasions. Then the last night of spring happened me, and my co-workers decided to go out to a bar because it was the end, and I was sad to be leaving. Red wasn’t there which I was happy about, because I didn’t want to see her. Then at 11 o’clock that night, she shows up with her girlfriend. She introduced her to me, I started to feel very awkward but I tried my hardest not to show it. Even though I’m pretty sure I did, we began to play a card game where the cards said things about people we had to match it to someone in the group. The whole night everyone was picking me on, Red was paying attention when she first arrived she asked, “Why is everyone picking on Bird?” I was the most chosen for the cards, and she kept asking me questions about what they were saying. Then there was card that read, “When you’ve fallen so hard for a fuckboy, life alert can’t even save you.” One of my friends points to me and says, “You.” Referring my ex-boyfriend because I told her how he was trying to contact me. When she did this I just nodded, then I looked over at Red and she looked surprised. Her eyes were wide and she kinda just leaned forward, then little while after that her girlfriend left. We all stayed continued to have lots of fun, we didn’t acknowledge each other that much. At one point I was trying to push pass her because she was in my way, and when I did so she said, “What? You’re leaving?” I replied, “I’m just trying to walk pass you.” Then I walked away… so a little bit later, one my friends says him and Rich are leaving then asked if I wanted to come with them. Red was dancing on a table, the two boys said their goodbyes to her, and she didn’t look at me, but she jumped down. Then she said, “Just in case I don’t see you when Sunday.” Then I opened my arms because I didn’t know what else to do. She hugged me long and tight to the point where I was thinking when is she gonna let me go then she said, “It’s been pleasure working with you Bird.” All my other bosses said that to me too, so it was nothing special, so I took that as my cue to let her go. When I tried to one of her arms squeezed me tighter and then with her other hand, she gripped around my waist tightly. Then she whispered “Let us know if you need anything,” once again what my other bosses said to me, but they weren’t so close that I could feel their breath on my neck and ear. It was too much for me she had to stop touching me, so I took a step back and pushed her away. It was tough because I had to force myself out of her arms because she had a firm and vigorous grip on me. She looked hurt, I put my hands on her arms and said, “It was pleasure working with you too.” It was hard to get the words out seeing as she was giving me sad puppy eyes the entire time, then I took my hands off of her and walked away left her standing there. I didn’t look back and that’s the last time I saw her… So after you’ve just read all of this what do you think was going in this situation? Do you think she led me on or was not persistent enough I just need to know. Or was all in my head?

Sorry, it’s too long…

#Red #eyeshadow #purple

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Hi, Bird! Wow, this sounds like a bit of torture worrying over someone’s interest level and intentions. Looking back, what would you have done differently? I know you’re shy and this might sound hard to do, but it might actually be easier in the long run to approach someone and ask if they are in a relationship or plan on repairing things with an ex. Depending on the answer, state your feelings. For example, “I’d be next in line if you’re interested.” Smile! Be confident. And walk away if there is awkwardness or silence. That person may just need a bit of time to think about the idea if they haven’t already. If they’re interested you will see clearer signs after that. If you cannot say that, make your flirting more obvious and see how someone responds. I think you two did not really get to know each other or have any dee talks or special alone time to move either of you toward considering a relationship. And, that’s my honest opinion.

It sounds like Red is a very confident person. Her outgoingness makes it a little more difficult to read and the changes in mood and levels of friendliness are even tougher. So, in my opinion, not wonder you’re confused. It’s best to observe and see if she treats you any different than she does others. Also, there’s the option of having a friend ask her about how she feels. You found out she wanted yuo to talk but that could still mean as friends. When there’s a lot of inconsistency, it’s hard to tell. Is she reacting to your actions, torn within herself because she is still emotional over her girlfriend, or, as you said, it was just intentions to be friends.

In the meantime, I know some time has passed since this happened, but it seems, freinds or more, you could feel comfortable texting her, “Hey-how school for you? I miss summer!” At the very least, she did show in her goodbye that she was was glad to have you there. Check out our homepage and click on the Navigation link to our pages. There’s some good material about how to know if someone likes you and healing from heartache.

Good luck, Bird!  

Tracey

Hey Bird,

Honestly? I don’t think you were played. I think there was a lot of misunderstandings between the two of you and it just didn’t work out the way you had hoped it would. I can’t say for certain whether or not she returned your feelings. From what you described, perhaps she did have a small crush on you. Maybe she did start to like you but since she didn’t know if you returned those feelings she may have started acting cold because of it. Similar to how you started avoiding her to prevent your feelings from being hurt when you thought she didn’t like you. Alternatively, she could’ve been a very friendly person and she wasn’t sure how to read you. A lot of times when we find someone interesting, we tend to look at them a lot and maybe it sparked some curiosity because you two may have clicked fairly well during that summer camp. So that may have explained why she was looking at you for a long time. There is honestly no definite way of telling whether or not she truly had feelings for you. We can observe all the signs we want to but sometimes people are just friendly in a way that it can be perceived as romantic attraction. 

Personally, I think she may have had a small crush on you. But like all crushes, unless someone makes the first move, you’re both left wondering if the other person feels the same way and often times one or both of you will decide that the other doesn’t and attempt to move on. Feelings are hurt and she gets back with her ex. Regardless, I don’t think you can change what happened. I think what you can do now is to move on. Don’t dwell on what could’ve been. It sucks and it hurts but I promise it will be okay. Don’t blame her or blame yourself. It was a missed chance. The next time you see each other, try and create a friendship with each other. If you feel that the attraction is still there between the two of you, perhaps it may be worth the shot to take a risk.

Always by your side,

Kelly

[fanficimagery]

Anonymous said: Please write a fic where the reader has the biggest crush on Clay & her brother Tony tries to hook them up ?

Tony & Sibling!Reader | Clay X Reader

"You're doing it again." A pause. "Y/N."  Another pause. "¡Dios mío!  Just ask him out already!"

"..what?!" You finally snap, jerking to attention and frowning at your brother. "Ask who out?"

"You know who I'm talking about," Tony scoffs. "Clay. You stare at him all the time when he's getting his bike off the rack."

"Jesus, T! Keep your voice down," you hiss, eyes wide. "The windows are rolled down." Tony chuckles as you glance around the parking lot nervously, your gaze then landing back on the bike rack where Clay is settling onto his own bike already. Then lowering your voice, you say, "And I don't stare all the time."

"You really do," your brother says, starting the engine to his Mustang and driving away. "Even Clay has noticed it, but Clay's so oblivious to anything that deals with girls so he doesn't know why."

"What?" You mutter. "He's actually caught me staring?"

"Oh yeah. I think you even made him blush one time and even Jeff Atkins has noticed. I think he's been secretly shipping you two for a while now."

You frown. "Shipping?"

"It's, uh, it's basically Jeff's way of saying that you and Clay should hook-up. Not hook-up hook-up, but date hook-up," he quickly amends.

Your lips twitch in amusement, but you manage to keep the giggles at bay. "Tones." You fondly grin. "As much as this talk amuses me, isn't me and Clay hooking up against the bro code or something? He's your best friend and I'm your little sister."

"Exactly. Who else can I trust to date my little sister if not my best friend?"

You take a moment to actually think about it, but then  shake your head. "No. It'd be weird, I think. And besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me. I'm just the little sister, remember?"

"You never know until you put yourself out there. I'll talk to him."

"What? No!" You immediately blurt. Staring with horror filled eyes at your brother, you shake your head frantically. "Tones, no. I can- I'll just- no. Just forget it. Don't talk to Clay about anything that's been said in this car."

"Okay," he laughs. "Chill."

Tony says no more on the subject and not wanting to reignite that topic again, you relax in your seat and turn your attention out the opened passenger window.

Woo. Bullet dodged.

During the rest of the week, you manage to keep your eyes off Clay. You stay as calm and collected as possible during lunch when you and your brother usually have lunch with him, but shift nervously every time you catch Jeff grinning at the both of you. He definitely knew of your crush and he definitely shipped- or whatever Tony had called it- the both of you.

Jessica Davis is throwing a party Friday night and while you rarely made appearances, your brother is going so you figured you'd make an appearance as well. 

"Alex, my platonic life partner, please tell me you're going to Jess' party tonight?" You ask, stomping up the bleacher stairs as he watches his ex-girlfriend practice for Cheer.

The blonde grins. "Duh. Who else is going to hit on Jess and piss off Justin? Why?"

"'Cause I'm tagging along with T, but I have a feeling he's going to ditch me as soon as we exit the 'stang."

"Oh snap, you're going? It really is going to be a party then."

"Ha ha." You take a seat next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours. "I won't be getting too crazy tonight," you say. "I can't afford to let go and.. let some things slip."

"Ooh. Just what type of things will be slipping?"

"None.. but if they did," you grimace, "it'd probably be about my ridiculous crush on Clay that apparently Tony and Atkins knows about."

"Jensen?" Your friend laughs. "You like Jensen?"

"Shh!"

"But I thought he and Hannah..?"

"So did I," you mumble, "but they're just friends. And now I don't trust my brother to not tell Clay anything because he actually wants me to date his best friend and ugh.. I just need you to be there at the party and shield me from them."

"Of course." Alex smirks. "Tonight's going to be so much fun."

As soon as Tony parks down the street from Jess' house, you're out the passenger door and skipping over to his side. You press a kiss to his cheek, tell him you'll catch him later and rush off to the party on your own before Tony has the chance to ditch you first.

There's music thumping through the house, not too loud but enough to get your energy levels rising. Lots of fellow students from Liberty High are in attendance, but you only have eyes for one particular broody blonde.

You find him right away, Jessica in his lap and giggling around the rim of a red solo cup as he murmurs something near her ear. Eyebrows raised to your hairline, you walk up to them. "What's going on, guys? Do I have worry about Justin murdering one of my besties?"

They glance up at you, eyes bright. "Female!" They greet you rather enthusiastically.

"Platonic loves of my life!" You squeal right back. "No, but seriously. Get off blondie's lap before Justin sees you," you laugh. "I'm not breaking up fights tonight."

"Relax," Jessica grins. "Justin and Zach are going to be running late tonight. Now go grab a drink, come take a seat and tell me all about the secret crush you have on Clay Jensen."

Your eyes widen before narrowing at Alex as he tries to act nonchalant. "I don't even know why we're friends. You can't keep a secret to save your life."

He rolls his eyes. "You adore me. Now hurry up. You're two drinks behind."

You run into Tony in the kitchen as you're retrieving a drink, hip checking your brother with a smile. He grins and then gestures behind you as you try to scramble back before he can retaliate with a brotherly punch, but you run into someone before you can turn around. 

Hands gently grasp your biceps and as you look over your shoulder, you find Clay chuckling and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "Having fun?"

"I, uh, yeah." You mutter. Awkwardly saluting him with your cup, you then nervously grin. "Gotta play catch up with the Male and Female. Tony's t-that way," you say, then turning your head back towards your brother and pointing.. only to find him smirking at you behind a can of soda. "I'll see you later, Clay."

With your free hand, you pat one of his hands before stepping out of his hold. He's still smiling after you when you glance back at him before fully exiting the kitchen and your heart is beating frantically by the time you make it back to Thing One and Thing Two.

Plopping down next to your friends, you take a huge gulp of drink.

"Whoa," Jessica laughs. "Why do you look so pale all of a sudden?"

"I just ran into Clay," you pant and gulp down the rest of your drink. "He touched me.. and now I'm warm all over."

"Damn, girl, you got it bad. Here. Have the rest of my drink." 

Jessica hands over her drink and you immediately gulp it down, absentmindedly nodding your head. "I'm in such deep shit."

"You are. But what a fun ride it will be."

Jessica cackles as Alex dumps her off his lap. He leaves to go get the three of you refills and Jessica crawls back onto the couch next to you. It's your turn to lay across Jessica's lap, she laughing as she mockingly coos at your sudden distress.

The night goes on, you managing to drink down only a couple more beverages. You're relaxed and a little chatty, but your friends are absolutely loving it now that your walls have come down.

"Uh oh," Alex drunkenly laughs. "Don't look now, but T looks a little too close to Clay."

You and Jessica whirl around, your mouth dropping open in shock at Tony leaning on Clay as they have a somewhat serious talk. "¡Ay, Dios mío!" You blurt.

Jessica snorts and looks at you, then glances back at Alex. "She's tipsy! The Spanish only comes out to play when she can't think clearly." She's giggling uncontrollably, swaying into a laughing Alex. "Like remember that time we got her to recite love poems in Spanish to Monty when we called him from a private number?"

"Shutup!" You hiss, whirling back around on your friends. "He still doesn't know it was me!"

"Uh oh." Alex says again, discreetly averting his gaze from Clay and Tony's direction. "They're looking this way."

"What?!" And sure enough, Tony and Clay are staring at you. Tony smacks Clay lightly on the chest, saying something once more before laughing and walking away. And Clay.. Clay's staring at you in thought before a smile slowly blooms. He glances back at Tony before shaking his head fondly, he then looking back at you before starting in your direction. "Pinche pendejo," you mutter. "T told him."

Your best friends, traitors that they are, laugh like idiots before scrambling up from their seats and bolting. You stare in shock at their retreat and then look back at Clay when he's stopped before you.

"May I?" He asks, gesturing to the cushion next to you.

You numbly nod. "G-Go ahead."

"So, uh, I just had an interesting talk with your brother." Clay nervously admits, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

You groan in embarrassment. "Oh God. Whyyy?" With your cup settled between your thighs, you bury your face in your hands. "Clay, I'm so sorry! Tony wasn't- I told him not- ugh."

You can feel your face burning hot in embarrassment, even further when you hear Clay laughing. But he doesn't poke fun at you or whatever it is Tony apparently told him, and when you finally gather enough courage to look back at him.. he's smiling rather fondly. "Funny thing, actually, you aren't the only one harboring a secret crush. Well, not so secret crush. Jeff had told me you liked me a while back, but I never believed him."

"Atkins," you grumble. "We're not even friends. How does he know these things!"

"Friends or not, it made me think about you in ways that I was pretty sure Tony would have kicked my ass for. Either Tony or your other older brothers."

Wait. What?!

"What?" You scoff. "You- you like me..?"

"Well, yeah. I thought it was obvious."

"No!" You complain. "I thought.. I thought you just looked at me like a little sister. You and Tony have been friends for years."

"Exactly. I didn't want to piss off Tony and ruin a friendship, so I kept quiet."

Your mind is trying to process everything, but with all the alcohol you've consumed.. you can't quite compute everything that's going on. "So what.. what now?"

"Now," Clay laughs and takes your cup from between your legs, "now we sober you up and I'll ask you out properly when you're sober enough to remember."

As he stands, he offers you his hand and you hesitantly take it. He pulls you up so you're standing with him and when he starts to walk away, he only tightens his grip on your hand instead of releasing you. And by the stairs, you can't help but laugh at Jessica and Alex who give you a thumb's up in approval.

Tony might have been a pinche pendejo, but he deserved a great number of sibling points for getting the ball rolling between you and Clay.