#so hence the bloody mess instead of face on the drawing

[lycansoffspring]

Hi. I'm kind of sort of back. Also I made a sketch painting of this guy

[wizkiddx]

unusable faces

i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker​ --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

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Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

[ricaffeine]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

an: i'm sad because of hyunji drought and this is helping me cope :( but fr if tvn decides to make hotel blue moon then yeaji needs to be in it!!

also very annoying, i can't reply to comments bc this is a side blog (bruh wtf tumblr, i'm so sad should i make a new one?) reblog if you feel like it and my asks are open if you wanna chat 🖤✨

CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words. 

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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[battlemaiden13]

so I got a question... assuming that the skelebros havn't learned about human female's "monthly woes" how do they react when their S/O has one for the first time around them. (I mean she's had them before but they either didn't notice or she was riding it out on her own in her own home) this includes everything.blood,cramps,moodiness,cravings and probably most fun to write about for some of the skelebaes ... the Pheromones we release lol. I wanna see how they react to that in particular XD

13: I split up the skeletons with different difficulties associated with periods. Since these are longer responses I didn’t want to focus on all the symptoms. Please be warned both Red and Syrup may be teetering on the edge of NSFW slightly. Ok Syrup a lot. so please keep that in mind. Sans - crampsYou groaned and dropped to the ground as soon as you walked in the door. You had just gotten home from work and it was a nightmare. Not because of the actual work but because your uterus decided to rip itself to pieces without your consent. “heya kid. tough day at work” You looked up to see Sans smiling lazily down at you. In reply to his question you simply groaned and curled in on yourself. Sans gave you a confused look, not that you could see it from your position on the floor, before he squatted down in front of you. He eyed you over before his grin turned to the shit eating one he has. The one he wears when he’s annoying his brother with puns, or when he’s figured out something no one else has. “sorry to be a pain kid, but period-ically i just have to egg myself on but oh cramps dear, you look bloody awful-““Sans I swear to god if you make another pun I’m confiscating you bloody ketchup!” You growled. Sans grin stretched “bloody?”“Shut the hell up and get me some pain killers!” Sans chuckled to himself as he stood up and walked to the kitchen allowing yourself to drag your own aching body to the couch. You and Sans spent the night chilling on the couch watching bad movies, eating junk food and joking with each other. Papyrus- moodiness Papyrus stood behind the couch at a loss of what to do. You had been laughing before suddenly becoming very angry at him and now you sat on the floor crying. Your emotions seemed to jump from one thing to the next in an instance and Papyrus was upset. He wanted to help you and hug you but wasn’t sure if touching you would make things worse. He didn’t want to upset you but seeing you like this was hurting him. He slowly bent down next to you and reached for your shoulder but hesitated, his hand hovering just above you. “H-HUMAN? ARE YOU OK?” Your boyfriends voice was laced with worry as he eyed you. You look up wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your jumper. “I am so sorry Papyrus. I know I’m being stupid and selfish and unfair. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just, I don’t know what happened” Papyrus’ face softened and a small smile spread over his teeth. He gently grabbed your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. “IT IS QUITE ALRIGHT HUMAN. WE ARE ALL ALLOWED TO GET UPSET AT TIMES.” He gently stroked your hair as you curled yourself into his ribs. You considered for a moment telling your monster boyfriend why your emotions were going haywire but if your sweet darling skeleton just accepted it your didn’t really find the need to explain what was wrong and instead choose to pull yourself closer to the skeleton. Edge - Blood“HUMAN WHY ARE YOUR CLOTHES DRENCHED IN BLOOD?” Edge had just started to do the laundry and apparently found your clothes from yesterday. He was standing in the doorway eyeing you suspiciously as he held your dirty clothes. You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Ok drenched is a little dramatic Edge. There’s only a few drops.” “AND HOW DID THESE DROPS GET ON YOUR CLOTHES?” He asked, impatiently tapping im his foot on the ground. “It tends to happen when you bleed. Kind of my fault, I wasn’t expecting it to start until today” “WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING HUMAN! MY DATEMATE SHOULD BE STRONG ENOUGH SO NO ONE CAN MAKE THEM BLEED” you snorted. “Yeah tell that to Mother Nature” “WHO IS THIS MOTHER NATURE?! I WILL CRUSH THEM INTO DUST FOR DRAWING BLOOD FROM MY HUMAN” you paused in your task and looked over at the menacing skeleton who was glaring at the wall. “Say sweetie?” He turned to you and the angry expression he wore softened ever so slightly ��do female monsters get periods?” Edge seemed to think for a second. “I HAVEN’T HEARD THE TERM. ARE FEMALE HUMANS WEAKENED IN THIS STATE?”“Not really. Some get really bad pains in their stomach. But honestly sweetie the blood is nothing to worry about. It’s normal”“IT IS NORMAL FOR HUMANS TO BLEED?” “Occasionally” “I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION” you sighed. You really didn’t want to have to talk with your boyfriend but it looked like he wasn’t going to shut up until you did. Red - moodiness Red didn't know what it was but something about you these last few days had been different. Sexy. I mean he always thought you were sexy but something about the last few days just seemed different, like that sexiness had been increased somehow. You currently stood at the kitchen counter leaning over it as you prepared yourself a snack. Red couldn't help himself he came up behind you and wrapped his bony arms around your waste, leaning into your ear to whisper "looks good babe. pretty hungry myself" he began to kiss your neck "think I want a snack of my own" you scoffed and pushed him away from you. "Go away Red. I ain't in the mood" the skeleton was taken aback but soon got over it rolling his eyes and leaning on the counter. "What's wrong babe" "Gah nothing, just drop it!" You snapped rather harshly "Gee doll what's the problem? Obviously somethin’s got ya panties in a twist" "Maybe your my problem!" You glared over at the skeleton but as soon as your eyes met his shocked sockets you immediately felt guilty and felt the tears welling up in your eyes “ah! I am so sorry Red!! I didn’t mean that! I am really I sorry, I just, argh!” “woah doll, what’s up, seriously is everythin ok?” The monster was seriously confused. What did he do to make you angry? And then suddenly you start crying? He does not know how to react to this situation. “I’m fine, it’s just mood swings. Always happens with my period. Look sweetie I’m really sorry about yelling at you. I’m just moody cause of the pain” you looked so upset. Red took a moment to register what you just said. When it did his face glowed a like red and he didn’t know what to say. He knew what a period was and what it entailed but the fact you openly admitted to him that you were currently on yours threw him off guard. He stood there awkwardly until he saw your face. You just looked so upset and he hated it! He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a hug. “it’s ok babe, honestly if the worst ya gonna do is yell at me i think i can handle it” he said chuckling lightly Blue - BloodYou got out of bed and went to the bathroom. It was early in the morning and your boyfriend had just woken you up with his alarm. As he turned around to turn the thing off you escaped to the bathroom before he could pull you into a hug for another five minutes, leaving the small skeleton slightly disappointed as he turned back to where you use to lay. He shrugged it off though and sat up himself throwing off the covers and staring blankly at your spot for a few seconds before panic flooded his mind. He scrambled out of bed and raced to the bathroom throwing open the door to see you standing in front of the mirror fixing your hair. “MAIDEN! ARE YOU OK?!” His voice was panicked and the skeleton was trembling with tears in the corners of his sockets “What?” You turned to face him “I’m fine sweetie, why?” “THE BED. THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE! MAIDEN I FEAR YOU MIGHT BE MORTALLY WOUNDED!?” The skeleton cried in destress. You started at him for a while trying hard to understand what he said. “Ah damn it, sorry sweetie, I’ll clean the sheets I promise” you said turning back towards the mirror. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT!” Blue yelled slamming his foot down on the ground like a spoiled brat who wasn’t getting what he wanted. You turned back to you boyfriend seeing the angry and scared expression on his face and watching the tears well up in his sockets. “WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING!? IS THERE SOMETHING GOING ON THAT YOU AREN’T TELLING ME? ARE YOU, IS EVERYTHING” Blue fidgeting on the spot for a second before he found in his voice “Maiden your not falling down are you?” His voice came out quiet and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from you. You started back at him before breaking down into a fit of laughter“Blue I’m fine, I’m just on my period, bleeding happens. I forgot it was coming this week hence the mess on the sheets. Sorry again about that cutie” the skeleton didn’t seem to happy about that answer “THIS HAPPENS OFTEN! MAIDEN YOU NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR” you look confused at the small skeleton “Blue, sweetie bell, do you know what a period is?” Blue still would not tear his eyes away from you. “NO BUT IM SURE IF BLOOD IS INVOLVED IT CANNOT BE HEALTHY” oh boy. You spent another hour calmly and slowly informing your adorable boyfriend what it was that was happening to you. Orange - cravings you were raiding the cupboards for the eighth time in the last hour. You knew chocolate wouldn’t just magically appear in any of them but maybe there was a spot you hadn’t checked yet and that was were all the chocolate was hiding. Unfortunately after another ten minutes of rummaging you figured this wasn’t the case and the house in fact just didn’t have any chocolate. You say in the middle of the kitchen floor pouting for a while. Soon Orange walked into the room and headed straight for the fridge opening the door, pulling out a bottle of honey he closed the door and leant on it looking down at you. “something got you down honey? you look floored” the skeleton stated taking a swig of the golden liquid in his hand. “There’s no chocolate” you said looking like it was the worst thing in the world“sorry, there’s left over taco ingredients or oatmeal cookies” “Noooooo I need chocolate! If I don’t get any I’m gonna die” you whined. Oranges eyed you for a moment before shrugging. “can’t have my girlfriend dying on me, blue will never let me get another one. he’ll think i’m to irresponsibly” Orange pushed himself away from the fridge, placed his honey on the counter and walked out the door. You groaned. What were you going to do without the smooth sweet chocolate that you needed to survive! This was the worst! You stood up and sadly walked back to the couch picking up the blanket and wrapping yourself into a sad burrito, sat on the couch. You sat there for a while until Orange sat on the other end of the couch placing a shopping bag on the table in front of you. “i wasn’t sure what type you wanted so i just got you your favorites” you eyed your boyfriend suspiciously but he wasn’t looking at you. Orange continued to watch the television, one arm slung over the back of the couch and the other clutching his honey bottle. You slowly reached over to the bag and pulled out at least three different types of chocolate. Squealing gleefully and diving onto the skeleton who chuckled and began to stroke your hair as you ripped into your chocolate snack. “we’ll make sure we’re stocked up for next month” Orange told you leaning down to kiss the top of your head before going back to the tv. You didn’t reply to busy enjoying the chocolate in your hands. Berry - cravings “QUEEN STOP EATING ALL THAT UNHEALTHY JUNK THIS INSTANCE” the small skeleton stomped his foot on the ground. He had every right to complain, all you’d been eating for the past two days was junk food and today was no exception. Your cravings had just been out of control this month. “YOU HAVE TO EAT SOMETHING HEALTHY”“But I don’t wanna. I feel like eating donuts so I’m going to eat donuts” you say stuffing another one of the pastries into your face before the box was snatched from your hands. “Beeeeeeryyyyy! You can’t take away my food like that!!” You could feel yourself getting angry“YES I CAN QUEEN. YOU HAVE BEEN EATING NOTHING BUT JUNK!! IT IS NOT GOOD FOR HUMANS.” “Berry I’m on my period I have cravings!” You tried and failed to snatch the box of treats back. Berry looked hesitant “PERIOD? ARE YOU SICK QUEEN?” He asked concern filling his eye sockets. “What? Are sort of? If I say yes can I have my snacks back?” Berry looked at the unhealthy but awfully delicious treats in his hands. “WILL THEY MAKE YOU BETTER?”“Yes” it was true. Cravings were the worst until you shut them up then you could go about your day like it was nothing. Berry hesitantly handed you back the box and you greedily began to stuff your face once more. “ALRIGHT QUEEN. BUT YOU MUST EAT SOMETHING HEALTHY TONIGHT AND I DEMAND YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS ‘PERIOD’ IMMEDIATELY!” “Are you sure Berry?” The skeleton grab your wrist and dragged you to the couch. Looks like you were going to have to explain what was happening to your boyfriend. Syrup - cramps You felt like your gut was trying to tear itself out of your stomach, as far as you were concerned this was death. You were dying and this is what death felt like. You were currently lying on the couch in the living room clutching your gut as you moaned in pain. Apparently you were being pretty loud because Syrup had made his way to the couch and currently leant on the backrest glancing down at you. His usual thick jacket was no were to be found, instead a black tank top clung to his ribs. He was giving you a confused and slightly disappointed expression. “Syruuuuuuuuup” you whined “I’m dying” you felt terrible. Syrup disappeared from view and returned a few minutes later pushing you forward and sitting behind you so that you were leaning back into his chest. He placed two pain killers in one of your hands and held a glass of water in his own waiting for you to take it. “Ggghg thanks” you took the pills and down the water handing the glass back to Syrup who placed it on the coffee table before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his chest. He exhaled deeply taking your scent in. You smelt Devine and he just wanted to be closer to you. He’s arms got tighter around you and his skull began nuzzling your neck lightly tickling you. “Syrup” you tried weakly only causing the skeleton to start kissing your neck in that spot he knows you loves, causing you to let out another moan. One of his hands began to slowly move down and you jumped to grab his wrist as it got to the edge of your pants. “We can’t! I’m, uh I...” your voice trailed off as your faced began to heat up. Syrup studied your face for a second before everything clicked into place. He grabbed your chin with his free hand forcing you to look into his lazy sockets. “you know my love, orgasms help relieve the pain of cramps.” was all he said before he captivated your lips in a rough heated kiss, he pulled back slightly admiring the flushed expression on your face “let’s see if we can’t make that pain disappear” he kissed you once more.