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nimbus-cloud-90 · 2 years ago

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Oooh I wrote another long one. Buckle up folks it's a helluva of a ride (literally).

TW (to be safe): Drowning, a little bit of blood.

Chapter Eleven:

Inferno Part Two Electric Boogaloo.

When we got off the boat I looked around and saw that the cave goes down deeper inside.

“This is your stop ain’t it?” The boat driver asked happily, smiling creepily as his skull showed up, the skin of his face seemed to melt, or at least trade places with his bones.

“Yes, thank you,” The four of us started to walk off, when he blocked our path with his boney arm, “Woah, woah woah, not so fast tiny living creatures!” it happened so fast my gut ran into it. It felt like what I imagine an airbag to your stomach feels.

“Not all of you can go at the same time!”

“Why not?” Like he knew I was going to ask that he opened the floor hatch and took out an emergency raft. “Well, first of all the raft isn’t built—” Before I let him say anymore words I took it, found the plug and started blowing into it.

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Two Hours Later

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After the raft was built, I stopped before my lungs started to give out.

I think I died a couple times during that but that didn’t keep me from blowing it up.

Nile found a fan and started fanning my face, and he’s so sweet and loveable I wanna pinch his cheeks.

….Man, I must’ve lost more air than I thought.

“—Okay then, what I was going to say before you started, all of that, was that the emergency raft can only hold two people at a time.”

“So what do we do then?” Bella asked in my place.

“You take turns, silly organ havers!” I was about to protest, literally everything he just said when he turned around suddenly and picked up a box, “Oops, almost forgot to give you these!” He opened it and there were cloaks and glasses inside, “Here put these on, I’ll explain in just a second!” We did as we were told, although I had to help hold the pants of Nile and help guide him in because he was shaking a really bad, poor guy. Although I did feel a shock again, and I excepted and turned down his apology for something he couldn’t control.

“Shit, shit fuck!” I heard suddenly behind Nile.

“Wait is that-?” Nile asked.

“Yep, it’s Xander.” Bella said and strained to smile.

“Oh, dear.” The skeleton said.

“What now?”

“Young skin wearer, would you mind taking that off for a second?”

“Sure I guess.” Nile did and suddenly the person known as Xander ran behind Agni and said, “Hi Nile, nice to see you again, how’s living?”

“It’s alright, can I put these back on now?”

“Yes, you can, because the parasite is gone now!” The skeleton said. Nile just shrugged at me as I got more disturbed by this whole thing.

“Okay so before I was rudely interrupted by my protege, the cloaks you’re wearing prevent the ghosts from hitchhiking inside of you for a way out, and the glasses let those see the ghosts that can’t.”

“Uh, boss?”

“Yes Parasite?”

“The blonde one can see ghosts.”

“Oh really?” And despite not having eyes the skeleton managed to peak its interest by raising its hairless brow.

“Yeah, but I’m in training still, sometimes I can see them, sometimes I can’t.” Nile said and sheepishly scraped his shoe on the floor.

“Don’t believe a word he says he’s basically a god.” I interjected. Nile’s face got red and he covered his face in his hands.

I stared at the sight longer than I’m willing to admit.

Then the skeleton’s voice broke me out of that trance, “Well, you can keep these as a second option if you really need them.” The skeleton said as I started walking toward the boat, “Wait before you get on the boat you have to sign the waiver.” the skeleton said and handed it to me.

“It just says, ‘if I died during this ride, it isn’t the God of Death’s fault.’” I read from the paper and looked at the skeleton.

“Sorry, it’s company policy, and I know it doesn’t do much good these days, but what can I say, I want to be Skeleton of the Month!” And I signed the waiver to help the guy out.

Look, just because he’s creepy and unnerving, doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve Skeleton of the Month, he’s a really nice guy.

“Okay Susan Storm and Reed Richards, get on the boat.” Bella said and practically shoved us into the raft.

“What about–”

“Nile, I’m fifteen, I’ll be fine.” Bella said and patted his head.

The way she recoiled and said, “Fuck Nile why?!” made my unexplained jealousy about the headpat better. “WAIT A SECOND!!!” Nile said and handed Zoidburg to Xander and quickly went back to the boat.

After Nile said sorry about fifteen times, about the shock and to Zoidburg for leaving him in the hands of Xander, whatever that means, I felt something grab the back of our raft, “You’re about to take a trip on The Ride To Death!” The skeleton said in an announcer voice, “Please keep your arms, legs, hands, feet, and all other fleshy bits inside the ride at all times. Please refrain from standing up during the ride, and remember to have fun!” The skeleton said as they pushed us down the slope I JUST NOW NOTiCED HOLY SHIT I WANT OFF NOW!!!!

I guess it’s too late and I have to accept my fate as I scream all the way down.

“AND NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY, THE GHOSTS HATE THAT!!!” I heard the skeleton call from behind me, the voice sort of echoing and getting farther away as we started going down faster. I noticed we were going, like, fifty miles an hour downhill, and I held onto Nile during the entire duration of that.

Once that stopped I eased up on Nile a bit and was about to apologize when we started going down ANOTHER hill, and clinged onto him once more. I saw several ghosts and the thought of them stealing my body and using me as a meat suit unnerved me so much I hid my face in Nile’s neck to avoid looking at them. Then the raft came to a sudden stop. Then FUCKING LEVITATED SIDEWAYS!!!!

“How much do you want to bet the God of Madness who created this?”

“I WOULD GIVE MY ENTIRE LIVESAVINGS FROM MY HOUSE!!!”

“Don’t do that, you need that for college!” Nile scolded and gave me a worried look.

“I CAN’T GO IF I’M DE—” The sheer force of us going backwards cut me off abruptly.

And that’s when I knew we were drowning.

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When Nile’s lungs finally got some air, did he ever mention how much he loves them and how grateful he is that they haven’t been taken yet, and looked around him he noticed that they were no longer underwater, and were moving at a relaxing pace.

It freaked Nile out even more and gave him an unwanted paranoia about water coasters as a whole.

Jake noticed his tight hold on Nile and apologized as he removed his arms from Nile and noticed the indents he made on Nile’s arms, a dark ooze seeping through the black hoodie.

“FUck, let me help you.” Before Nile could protest Jake took his hoodie off.

……

…..and then sees the fuckin’ stab wound, that’s where the blood was coming from.

“Nile—”

“Hey, it happened a while ago it’s getting better!” Nile tried to stand but Jake gave him a look that told him if he gets up he won’t have legs. When he finally settled and got comfortable Jake opened his dufflebag and cleaned and put a gauze pad over the wound.

“Why do you have a stab wound?”

“Because that loveable dumbass got in the way of a knife.” Nile turned around to see an average looking ghost. And his heart panged at seeing such a familiar face.

Nile’s trying not to cry.

“Hey, I was trying to help you.” Nile said and looked away from both of them.

“You also almost got trapped inside of a death portal.”

“What?”

“Hey you did too!”

“What?!”

“You haven’t explained to him anything that happened?” Nile looked sadly at the water below.

“I just didn’t want Jake to hate them, that’s all.”

“Nile,” The person sighed, “I know they’re better than they once were, Garrison definitely helped. But you can’t ignore what they’ve done, you just can’t.”

“But Thomas I–”

“Look, I’m not asking for revenge, I’ve moved on completely and have no need for revenge, but there are some things about a person you can’t forget Nile, they did some not great things to people, but I believe it is possible to move on, without forgetting where you came from. Nile, just know that you’re not hurting anybody by moving on I promise.” And then Thomas just disappeared.

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Nile burst into tears beside me while I tried to breathe and get air into my lungs, and when I finally had enough air to speak, “Hey, Nile what’s wrong, what happened?” I worried about how much air he got and if he was using it all already. All I heard from him was, “I’m sorry Thomas, I’m so sorry.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back soothingly and let him cling to me. When he finally stopped crying I asked him the same question again.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you aren’t going to like it.”

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All I managed to do afterward was hug Nile even more.

My poor boy.

“So we’re not allowed to hang out in a coffee shop huh?” I tried to joke and luckily he laughed and I didn’t have to drown myself again because I made him cry.

He did harshly punch me in the arm however, which is fair.

“Hey, you lost your glasses.” Nile pointed out.

I put my hand on my face to search for them, “Huh, guess I did.”

Nile suddenly smiled and rested his head tiredly on my shoulder, “You don’t hate them do you?”

I’m not gonna lie, it took me a while to answer this question for myself, “No, I don’t think I do at least. I hate the one lady for sure, but everyone else was relatively fine.” I paused to find my next words, “Although, using someone’s boyfriend as bait isn’t a good thing Nile.”

“I THOUGHT THAT ASSHOLE WOULD’VE TOLD HIM SOMETHING REGARDING THE PLAN, I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS GOING IN BLIND!!!!”

“I know, just teasin’ ya.” I said and nudged him with my shoulder, “I also don’t want you to give me rat poison to try and be better friends with me either.” Nile’s face got red and he put his face in his hands and groaned, and I thought he’d been through enough already so I’ll stop teasing him for now.

The whole boat ride to the shore there was a comforting silence, probably I have no idea how many ghosts there could be around, with me and Nile’s hands almost touching.

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@computerglitch306 here's some angst @shadie-cat fuck Xander

#pls humor me #some writing #pls read #sus agni moments #sus xander moments #smh man #he he funky skeleton guy #gay #poor Zoidburg

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christophimer · 4 months ago

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Hymire Hymire

So so so i did some slight redesigning/thinking about Hymire. so now i will explain (mostly to myself)

But who is Hymire? quoth you - or rather you might, not knowing who is reading this makes it hard to know for sure so i'll explain quickly anyway -

Quickly he's a powerful evily spirit who is a nasty nasty blood bird bramble man thing. He's also the one how kidnapped thomas, made him immortal and is now kind of his parent figure?

his 'skeleton' is a woven sort of form of brambles (so very beautifully drawn). they are meant to be covered in thorns etc... i just don't want to draw them all. But it only has bramble leaves that appear at the ends of the limbs - layered almost like feathers (but if you were to press down on them there's thorns in there as well). They all sort of ooze blood from the tips of the thorns (lovely).

This blood then layers and clots and through magicy stuff ends up looking like normal skin (although it's clammy to touch). As such Hymire doesn't actual have many 'bones' and no organs etc he's solid enough but as such he can move more boneless if needed - e.g. he can swivel his head 360 degrees. Any wounds etc will bleed mildly (brambles beginning to grow where the blood falls) and then clot-bleed-clot until the missing segement(s) are regrown (which happens very quickly).

For some design notes, he's very short etc (he's not very physically threating more mentally so - and he often appears kind etc). He's designed ever so slightly to look like a bird (he's more of a sweet talker etc, and small birds live in hedge rows often where brambles are - he kinda lives between brambles, like a bird - so goes my thinking.) as such he has very big black eyes (he does have pupils but they're hard to make out) / meant to be kinda like half bird eye half human eye with whites of eyes idk. pointyish nose (like beak), the leaves kinda looking like feathers and bird claw type hands/feet (the claws of which are one long bramble thorn).

He's freckly because he's 99.99999% outside and although he can't freckle it makes sense in my head.

His hair is also made of blood (again it looks very soft/cotton wooly but it feels wet and nasty ... which is upsetting - as such it's also very shiny) and if cut etc it will bleed/ reform like all the other pieces of him.

Generally he's meant to look more like a traditional plant nymph/ woodland spirit ishy type thing - which he technically is, but like a nasty blot clot kind i guess.

He wears loosish clothing/ is very light footed / wears leaves and flowers in his hair (although often with dead bird's feet woven in as well)

"Pray tell my wandering sir, if you should be so kind as to answer - are you content? Do you wish for very little, and want for even less?

No? i suppose not. oh dear, oh dear. It is a sorry state of things indeed when contentment is rarely found. A country that one cannot be content in - is a dog's country, not fit for you and I.

When I become discontent, when there is no want or wish to keep me. nothing left for me but dogs and dust (-sigh-) I shall leave this happy home of mine and travel o'er the wandering sea.

And, I think my poor wretch, I think it is only when when I am truly gone that you shall be content.

Oh dear. oh dear. what a while that might take - you will hardly live to then. No, no. I think it might be best if we both accepted that you will die lonesome and afraid and oh so horribly far from content.

Anything else should be cruel~."

writing dialogue stuff on the spot - hum-hum ho.

hopefully people 'like' him (i mean,,, like as a character not a person) i get all nervous sharing stuff.

I haven't written Hymire in so long i need to do more.

I'll do a nicer clean drawing of him at some point. Hymire is the main part of 'dark' in my 'telling silly stories in a dark fantasy world' and i do enjoy him for that.

ohhhhhhhhhh boy this is so long ,:}

have a random song that matches his energy/vibe as a reward.

youtube

#Hymire #there are two ways i guess in how his name could be pronounced and i think it's funny not to say which it is.#this applies to all my character's names - i think it's funny if people have no clue how to say them or get it wrong #and later it's said in a radio play or something idk and everyone goes 'THAT'S how it's said??' ohhhhh it delights me #also he's so so so short. so nasty but so short.#he's like 5'2 or something insane - when he stand's next to thomas who is fairly short and scrawny thomas looks so tall #sorry the sketches are so sketchy i apparently hate drawing ahhhhhhaa

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years ago

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Chain You Up.

Mob!Steve x Stripper!Reader (one-shot)

Run-through: You have a flirty relationship with a bad man. One who has a corrupted heart and so many skeletons in his closet that he never bothers to hide them anymore. Steve Rogers; infamous mob boss, owner of the club you worked at and also the one who could make you purr like a kitten so easily. Whatever you both had going on was always playful and momentary, until it wasn’t. One night, you actually witness the mob boss in action. In those fleeting seconds, you realized that there was no way things could go back to how they used to be…

Themes: smut, stripper!reader, explicit language, mild daddy kink, violence and death (not graphic)

“Look, your man is here again.”

“Seriously, that man is so obsessed with you.”

“I wish I also had a regular who was that good looking and loaded.”

You rolled your eyes and showed your girlfriends/co-workers a middle finger before continuing with your hair and makeup. The three of them giggled on their way out of the dressing room, leaving you in peace to finish your look.

You stared at your reflection, applying your red lipstick perfectly as you thought about the girls’ teasing. They were also your roommates so they knew all that there was to know about your not-so-secret relationship with the mob boss. You placed the lipstick down on the counter and smiled at your reflection.

You couldn’t help but feel all warm and giddy at the thought of Steve. Most people knew him as the mean mob boss, the dangerous man who should never be crossed, the king of the dark side of the city. Some even claimed he owned it all. But to you he was just your boss and your regular client.

Okay, maybe he was just a little more than a regular client. After all, you wore his initials on an expensive chain around your neck at all times. And he came by the club at least three times in a week and you were not allowed to dance for anyone else when he was present. And he always gave you more money than any of your friends earned in one night.

But that was it. You two didn’t have anything serious going on. Yet, that didn’t stop you from admiring the man and thinking he was the most interesting man you’ll ever encounter.

He was old fashioned. While the other clients smoked cigarettes or juuled, he preferred cigars. He was always dressed to kill, unlike some of the men who showed up looking like trainwrecks. His ocean blue eyes were mean, but also wise. Not to mention his pretty face which made all the girls sigh and swoon. He was just divine.

You still remember the first night you saw him. Dark suit, shiny black shoes, gold chain around his neck, cigar in his hand - he made you weak in the knees. You remember the first time one of his guards approached you to tell you that their boss wants you in the champagne room. You remember breaking the ‘no sex on the premises’ rule, and all the rules after that.

Yeah he did bad things. He wasn’t feared and respected for no reason, but somehow he never brought his work here to the club. Here he was just… yours.

So, your silly little heart fell for his dark and corrupted one in no time.

You moved around and checked yourself out in the mirror before you stepped out of the room and walked down the long corridor which led to the main area of the club. But before you could step fully out of the corridor, a tall man stood in front of you like a barrier.

You looked up and realized it was one of Steve’s bodyguards. The guy just pointed towards the other side of the club, towards the private/VIP rooms and said, “Boss is waiting for you in the champagne room.”

Well this was new. “Uh, I usually dance on the main stage first and then-,”

He cut you off politely. “Sorry, boss’ orders.”

You nodded, “Okay.” You gave him a faint smile and thanked him before walking over to the champagne rooms. You noticed the guards outside one of the doors and walked into that one.

The interior of the champagne rooms had always been your favorite. The club you worked at was rather high end and the décor was impeccable. This room was just as sensual as the rest of the club. Red and blue neon signs and led lights, soft couches, a mini bar, a pole on a circular pedestal - obviously - and your favorite bad guy in the entire world.

You began walking over to the pole when Steve’s voice stopped you, sending shivers down your spine as he said, “C’mere angel.”

You stopped midway towards the pole and walked over to the couch instead. You took a second or two to take him in. Dark suit, gold chain around his neck, gun thrown carelessly beside him as he was manspreading on the couch, tumbler of whiskey in his hand and a hungry look on his face.

Fuck, you felt like you should be paying him instead if you were gonna eye fuck him like that.

“You’re bossy tonight.” You said, approaching the sturdy, dark and shiny glass coffee table right in front of him. You stopped so the coffee table was the only thing between you and him.

He smirked, looking up at you like a king sat on his throne. “Am I?” He asked, and when you nodded he chuckled into his glass as he took a sip of the amber liquid. “Long day.” He said, and then added, “And I just want my angel.” He gave you a fake distraught look.

You smiled down at him as you stepped on the coffee table instead. “And look,” You blew him a kiss which made him chuckle, “I’m even wearing your favorite color.” You said.

He let his hungry eyes roam your body in a way which would’ve made you run out of the room if you weren’t just as hungry for him. “Turn around, let me look at you.” He whispered softly.

He wanted a show, so he got on. You twirled and your lace, excuse of a cover up ‘accidentally’ fell off your shoulders; giving him a proper look of the light blue lingerie you were wearing underneath - lace, see through faux corset and flimsy thong.

You heard him hiss as he took you in. “You’re gonna be the death of me, angel.”

You smirked, running your hands down your body, moving sensually to the slow music playing in the room. You loved the way he couldn’t hide his lust and desire for you when you were basically naked save for the small pieces of lace which barely covered your body.

You saw the lust in his droopy eyes as he held a hand up for you to take, “Come to daddy, kitten.” He said, spreading his thighs further apart which only made his erection much more prominent. It was a heady sensation, making a man of his grandeur hard.

You carefully stepped down from the small table and got on his lap, straddling him as you made yourself comfortable in his embrace. Once his arm was secure around you, his lips pressed against yours, kissing the living hell out of you before trailing his lips down and kissed along your jaw and down your neck. “I thought about you all day long, you know?”

You tipped your head back, grinding on his erection slowly, “Did you?”

He hummed against your skin as he leisurely kissed your body. “Thought about your sexy voice, your smile, your lips, your soft skin,” he chuckled and inhaled your perfume, “Your delicious scent and that sweet cunt.”

You giggled against his cheek, trailing the tip of your nose down his neck to breathe in his scent as well. Tobacco, his usual cologne and something smoky. Addicting. It was during moments like these where you forgot who he truly was. These very hands who were playing with your body were the same ones which committed heinous crimes, the same hands which dealt with illegal stuff and money all day. Your eyes fell on the gun not far away from where he sat and instead of scaring you, it sent a burning hot tingle down your spine which made you grind against him.

He was a bad, bad man who did bad things and yet here you were, moaning and whimpering and purring in his lap.

His words dragged you back to the moment, “Can daddy touch you, kitten?”

Oh... this was your favorite game. You smirked and pulled away to look into his pretty eyes with false sympathy. “That's not allowed. You’re the boss here, you should know that.” You whispered to him softly.

He groaned and then tried again, “Well then, can you touch yourself for daddy?”

The desperation and playfulness in his voice fueled your desire, but it also encouraged you to mess with him for a little longer. So you dramatically gasped and got off his lap just to sit back down on the coffee table, facing him with a fake surprise on your face.

You kept your legs closed and leaned forwards slightly to give him a good look at your cleavage. You giggled at how he shifted in his seat at the sight of your breasts barely hidden by the lacy corset.

“Mr. Rogers,” You playfully chastised him, “that kind of explicit sexual behaviour is not tolerated on the premises.”

He tried to hide his smirk as he leaned forward to reach out for you but you were in the mood to play tonight, so you stopped him by pressing one of your heels into his chest, pushing him backwards on the couch and keeping him pinned there.

You saw the flash of surprise and desire in his eyes as he chuckled, but didn’t struggle. He remained there, pinned by the sole of your shiny shoe.

“Please,” He pleaded, playing along, “I just want to touch you, kitten.”

You shook your head, “Nope. Can’t.”

He fake pouted and looked damn good while doing it too, “Can I just see it then?” He asked, “It’s been so long and I’ve had a long, tiring day today, kitten. Daddy just wants to see your pretty, wet little cunt.”

His pleas gave you a rush of power. You smirked and pretended to weigh his demand. Then you answered, keeping your heel pressed into his chest. “Only because you asked nicely. But you can’t tell anyone, okay?” You did your best to sound serious and in character, knowing damn well that if he wanted to he could just push your foot away, pull you closer, bend you over his lap and spank your ass.

He tried to hide his smirk behind his glass as he took another sip of his drink, “Promise.”

You kept that triumphant look on your face as you gently lowered your shoe from his chest. Steve placed his glass beside him and undid his pants at the same pace as you spread your legs for him. He couldn’t look away. Even in the dimly lit room he could see the damp spot in between your legs.

Lips parted, he took slower breaths as you carefully pushed your thong to the side and let him drink in the sight of your wet, slippery folds. You watched him take out his cock and stroked it slowly, you noticed the drop of precum on his tip and got distracted for a moment or two. But you quickly recovered and let go of the material and let your thong slip back into place.

Steve groaned and stopped stroking his cock right then. “Kitten,” He tried to reason with you.

But you shook your head and refrained from chuckling as you said, “We can’t. It’s not allowed.”

He groaned again, throwing his head back. Cock in his hand, he laughed quietly at how easily you played him. But that was what he loved about you. You didn’t cower before his power. You never did, no instead you bared your teeth and teased the shit out of him each time.

“Please angel,” He pleaded again, looking right into your eyes, “Can I taste you?” His eyes lowered to your neck, where his initials hung on a gold chain. He owned you, and he loved how proudly you wore his chain around. He let go of his cock and reached out for you again, but you giggled and pulled away.

“No, don’t be greedy.” You said, smacking his hand gently.

He persisted, “Just one taste from your fingers, kitten. That’s all daddy wants.” He could tell you wouldn’t be able to keep the act up for too long. He lazily trailed his fingers up and down your thigh and goosebumps erupted all over your skin.

So close to giving in, his perfect angel.

You rolled your eyes and said, “Fine, but just one time.” You laid down the rule and he nodded, pulling you into his lap again. Steve watched carefully how you pushed your thong aside again and gently traced slow circles around your throbbing clit with your fingers, gathering your wetness on your fingertips before you brought it up to his lips.

Steve didn’t hesitate before taking your two fingers into his mouth, wrapping his lips and tongue around them and sucking them gently into his warm mouth. You whimpered when he held your stare as he moaned at your taste. He reluctantly released your fingers, still holding your stare as he reached in between you two to stroke his cock again.

Once. Twice. He pumped his cock slowly, making sure you were watching. And judging by the way you were grinding your hips on nothing, he could tell you were on the edge by just watching him as well.

He smirked and asked, “One more time, kitten. Please,” This was his favorite game to play - to pretend that he was the desperate one. “Daddy just needs one more taste so he can come for you.”

This time, you didn’t even play along. You just obeyed, like his good girl. You reached down and purposely brushed your knuckles to his hard cock as you pushed two of your fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you a couple of times, gently, before lifting your hand up to his mouth again.

He took your fingers into his mouth again, only this time he grabbed your hips and lifted you off his lap for a moment, pulled your thong to the side, aligned his cock to your entrance before gently lowering you down on him. You moaned as you slid down his thick cock, your fingers in his mouth and his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you. It was all too much, oh but you loved him like this. When he just took what he wanted from you.

You whimpered and whined as he guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. Your fingers slipped out of his mouth and you held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him. You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter.

Steve threw his head back again, grunting at how good you felt. He even shamelessly told you about it, “Been thinking of this tight little cunt all day.” He let out a loud, strained moan, “You feel amazing, kitten. So tight, and warm. Just what daddy needed after a long day.”

You couldn’t hold back your moans when he carefully placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in time with his thrusts. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up more into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came so close to coming undone for him. “Steve… I-,”

He cut you off with a deliberate slap on your thigh, he grabbed you by your chin and forced you to look into his eyes as he asked authoritatively, “Who am I?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Daddy… please, can I come?”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, kitten. Come all over daddy’s cock like a good girl. Show daddy how good he makes you feel. Come for me, angel…”

Half of his words of encouragement didn’t register in your brain as you came, your walls clenching violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath. Steve came right after you, his warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were his favorite thing in the entire world.

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Two days later, when you were certain that Steve must be here to see you again, you actually sprinted out of the dressing room once you were done getting ready. You even wore a pretty, pale pink lingerie just for him. Only, when you reached the main area of the club, you couldn’t find him anywhere.

None of his bodyguards were around either. Did he not come? You crossed checked with a bouncer and he said no one saw him entering the club. Hmm, weird. Normally he was always here on Friday nights.

Unless… he was in the champagne room with someone else? Could it be?

You clutched his gold chain on your neck at the thought. No he wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. Maybe he’s travelling at the moment and he’d be right back. The rational part of you argued that he was a free man and if he wanted to be in the champagne room with one of the other girls, you had no right to cry about it.

You pushed that thought aside and carried on with your evening. But it didn’t help either because since most people knew you as being ‘Steve Roger’s girl’, nobody dared to even talk or ask you to dance. So you spent the entire night bored out of your mind, getting drinks with your girls when they took breaks and by the end of your shift, there was still no sight of Steve.

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One night, you took a break and stepped outside the club because you needed the cold air for a minute or two. It felt stuffy inside. Too much smoke, too many sounds, too many neon signs - things which normally didn’t bother you began to irritate you now.

But it had nothing to do with the club or the people. You were in a bad mood because you missed him and it angered you just how much you did. So you stepped out back, in the dark parking lot and leaned against the metal door. You sighed loudly.

And that was when you heard it. His voice.

At first you thought it was your brain messing with you. But then you heard his voice again. Steve was here.

You pushed away from the door and took careful steps, wrapping your arms around you because it was a chilly night. You went around the building, into the alley which had a dead end. It was dark, the only way you could see what was happening was thanks to the buzzing street light which was also in a terrible state.

The alley was just bright enough for you to make out the scene in front of you. You easily notice four of Steve’s men, they were tall and huge. Two of them were holding another man, pinning him against the wall.

And there was Steve. Gun and cigar in each one of his hands, standing there like he was bored and that this was just another regular, random Wednesday night. He was wearing a dark suit; maybe dark grey or black, you couldn’t tell. But he sure looked mouthwatering and it took all your will-power to not walk over there and drop to your knees in front of him.

You remained quiet, and hid behind a wall and watched the man, who was held by two of Steve’s bodyguards begging for mercy, “... I’m sorry, please. I’ll call my guys and ask them to stop messing with you, okay, I’ll leave. We won’t mess with your business and-,”

Steve cut him off. “Yes you will. You will all leave my city and you’ll never come back.” He said, and then added, “Just one more thing,” Steve paused as he brought his cigar to his lips, inhaled and then slowly blew the smoke out of his mouth, “My guys told me you messed with my girl.”

You frowned at the sound of that. You focused a little more on the man who had just been pleading. He looked familiar. And then you remembered, he was the pig who had been pestering you recently; grabbing you and forcing you to dance until you asked security to kick him out and never let him inside the club ever again just a few nights ago.

So Steve’s employees have been reporting back to him, concerning you this whole time? Your heart skipped a beat.

The pig begged again, “I’m sorry, man. I…I- I didn’t know she was-,” The guy stopped talking once Steve lifted his hand up and aimed his gun at him, right in between his eyes. Then he begged some more, “I’ll go, okay? You’ll never see me again, just don’t shoot. I’ll never even look at the bitch again, I-,”

Steve’s dark chuckle cut him off. “You touched what’s mine.”

And those were the last words the pig ever heard because once he was done talking, Steve shot him right on the forehead. The guys let go of his limp body and you weren’t sure, but you must have made some sound because they all turned to look at you, including Steve.

But you didn’t run. You didn’t scream bloody murder. You just stood there and watched how Steve walked up to you. You had to physically refrain from jumping onto him and hug him tightly. Because in all that just happened, all that mattered to you was that Steve was here again.

He placed his cigar between his lips, tucked his gun in the waistband of his pants as he took his suit jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulder once he was standing in front of you. You were grateful for his piece of clothing because you had been shivering, and it also smelt like him.

“It’s cold out. What are you doing here?” He asked, completely ignoring his guys who were cleaning the mess he had just made. He didn’t sound mad, just concerned.

You just stared at him as he smoked leisurely. His eyes roaming over your half naked body. It was his stare which warmed you up from the inside.

Focus, he ghosted you for about two weeks straight. What if he found another girl? What if he called her all the nicknames he called you?

“What are you doing here?” You asked instead. And he chuckled at the audible irritation in your tone.

“Working.” He answered and blew the smoke out of his mouth slowly, right in front of your face. It should have been degrading, or rude but it only filled you with warmth. It only made you want him even more.

However, you were still a little annoyed, so you couldn’t hold back your tongue as you said, “Is this the part where I tell you I didn’t see you shooting a man and I beg you to let me go?” You sounded just as sassy as you intended.

Steve chuckled, and stepped closer to you. “Are you mad at me, kitten?” He asked, knowing damn well you were. “Kinda sounds like you are.”

You wanted to sass him some more but instead you closed the distance between you and him and wrapped your arms tightly around him instead.

He wrapped his arms around you as well, holding his cigar away from you carefully. “Aww angel, what is it?”

“I thought you…” you caught yourself before you accused him of something he clearly didn’t do. “Why didn't you come to the club?” You asked.

When he spoke, his chest rumbled against you. “I had some of these idiots to take care of. Been working a lot these two weeks.” Then he studied your face for another moment and asked, “Did you think I was with some other girl this whole time?” He asked, making you pull away to glare at him. He let out a little laugh at the look of fury on your face.

“If you were, we'd find ourselves in a little situation involving a machete in my hand and your dick.” Your reply made him chuckle again. Probably because no one else had the balls to talk to him that way.

“Oh kitten, what am I gonna do with you?” He whispered softly, leaning closer to kiss your forehead.

You replied saying, “Chain me up. Lock me in a gilded cage or something so I don’t tell the cops what you just did.”

He threw his cigar to the ground and cupped your face with both hands, his touch was warm and cold at the same time. “Or, how about you come home with me?” He said, looking deep into your eyes.

You scoffed and asked, “Why, so you can send me to my Maker as well?”

He smirked, “No,” He leaned closer and brushed his lips against yours, “So I can take care of this sweet little cunt that’s dripping just for me right now.” You weren’t expecting that, so you gasped and it made him chuckle. He then said, “I know all this darkness and violence doesn’t scare you. On the contrary, it turns my little kitten on, doesn’t it?”

You recovered and leaned into his touch even more and said, “Well, my shift doesn’t end till four. So I have about 3 hours left.”

Steve playfully groaned into your open mouth, not kissing you just yet, “You’re gonna make daddy wait? Gonna torment me and make me beg for my kitten’s tight little cunt, huh?”

You traced his top lip with your tongue, causing him to pin you against the wall behind you and press his hips into your lower body. You could feel his cock hardening as you whispered, “Shut up, you like our little game.”

He smiled and finally leaned in to kiss you properly, while his guys cleaned up the area. “I’ve missed you so much, angel.” He whispered against your lips.

Half an hour later, you were in his bedroom. The sight of his mansion had stolen your breath away but this, the sight of him naked above you in his bed, even more so.

Pressing his forehead on yours gently, Steve pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did, staring up at him. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, “Fuck, you feel so good kitten.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly while he rolled his hips against yours. He grunted and moaned against your lips, under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, holding on to his shoulders as he pounded into you.

“So good..”

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. You were breathless. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let go. Your body moved against his like a rag doll.

“Please… daddy please,” You whined as your walls clenched around him.

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You missed daddy while he was away, didn’t you?” He asked, his blue eyes were wild and fierce, staring deep into your soul.

You nodded at his question, legs wrapped around him.

“Daddy missed you too, angel.” He said, staring deep into your eyes. His gaze made you tremble in pleasure. He looked so powerful. Mean, dangerous and strong, hovering above you, his cock buried deep in you. Looking down at you like he owned you.

In a haze, you whispered, “Promise you won’t leave like that again…”

He almost stopped fucking into you as he felt his heart breaking. “Aww kitten,” He cupped your face and kissed you all over, “I promise. You’re my girl, angel. I’m not leaving you.”

Pulling away for a second to look down at you, he melted at the sight of the soft smile you gave him. He leaned in again and kissed your open mouth while he pounded into you. With your legs wrapped around him, he was able to thrust deeper into you. He chuckled darkly when you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back, eyes shut in pleasure. He pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen just to feel himself thrusting deep within you each time.

“I’m here, angel.” He whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. You felt him quicken his pace when your walls clenched violently around him. “I’m gonna come…” You let him know.

He chuckled and paused to kiss you again, “Come for me, angel.” He mumbled against your lips as he kept pounding into you through your orgasm. He came right after you, spilling his load inside you as your back arched off the bed.

Your brain was all foggy after that so all you remember is him cleaning you up and tucking you in bed, pressing your body to his side.

You woke up sometime later and immediately panicked.

“It’s alright angel, I’m here.” Steve sensed you tensing up beside him so he pulled you closer.

“How long was I asleep for?” You asked, relaxing immediately at the sight of his face.

“Ten to twenty minutes,” He answered, pulling the blanket up to your chest to make sure you were warm enough. “Stay,” He whispered.

You turned to your side, giving him a soft smile. “It’ll be morning in an hour or two anyways.”

He scooted closer and said, “I didn’t mean just tonight. Come live with me.” You frowned and tried to sit up but he wouldn’t let you. Instead he pressed you further into him, “Don’t act surprised, we gotta do something about this thing between us. Besides I’m getting old, I need a woman to come home to everyday. Gotta start thinking about having a family, you know, a wife, some kids.”

“Some kids?” You let out a giggle at the sound of that. Maybe it was just post-sex ramblings, right?

He playfully pinched your thigh, making you yelp and smack him on the chest. “Why, you don’t like the sound of that?” He asked.

“I- I do, I just… I didn’t think you’d ever want us to be all that, you know?” You whispered softly, caressing the rough stubble on his cheek.

“Hmm, but do you want us to be all that, kitten?” He asked, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing the tips of your fingers.

You answered with a smirk, “Yes.”

Steve groaned and climbed on top of you again, holding himself up above you with one arm while the other shamelessly fondled with your breast, “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He said, his voice getting raspy with desire again. “Maybe I should chain you up, huh? To this bed,” He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “And you’d stay here all day looking pretty while I work my ass off for you all day. Then when I get home, you’ll be here to take care of me.” He chuckled darkly, “What’d you say, kitten?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, whispering against his mouth, “I like that more than I should.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #mob!steve #mob!steve x reader

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gorbo-longstocking · 3 years ago

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(Hope this reaction request is okay!)

Skeleton's S/O is very talented and has a large array of skills. They have enough medical skills to be a doctor, can cook any meal with practiced ease, paint in a variety of styles, etc. S/O reveals that they were trapped in some sort of time loop and was forced to relive the same day over and over for what felt like decades. They got bored quickly after the initial panic and eventually just learned new skills while they waited for the next day to hopefully arrive. "I understand it sounds insane but I swear it's true, I'm not crazy!"

(So like groundhog day lol. Can be Flowey or Frisk's resets or a different time anomaly.)

yes this request is more than ok! sorry it took so long to get to its very cool. i very much like time loops hehe

sans - with his own experience with the resets, he can empathize well with how terrible it is. the fact you were able to pick yourself up and find some way to spend your time productively, learning new skills and not losing hope, he sees you in a brand-new light. the two of you will end up talking about the experience in-depth, and while he may tiptoe around revealing his own thing to you, you can piece it together that he's experienced something similar. the two of you end up closer than before.

papyrus - believes you instantly, there was no question that he wouldn't. papyrus tells you he is always there to lend a listening ear, and if you're willing to share, he’d love to get some cooking tips from you. he pulls you into a huge hug and lets you know how cool and strong he thinks you are.

red - he has similar feelings to sans, but definitely isn't as willing to talk openly about it. red thinks you're strong as hell, but gets a little self-deprecating in how easily he gave up in comparison. he might isolate, and getting anything out of him is like pulling teeth, but talking about it would be good for both of you.

edge - he has always thought your skill set is commendable, not many humans or monsters have such a repertoire of abilities under their belt. when you tell him about the time loop, the same day repeating and again, edge makes sure to point out that it's over now and look how much stronger you've become because of it. of course, if you ever need comfort, he is there, but edge will hype up your feats before anything.

blue - woah! that sounds really scary. he first asks if you're okay, and if you are, he will ask if you're willing to teach him some of your skills. especially the painting, it’s something hes been looking into, and it seems like something fun you can do together. at night, if you're worried you'll wake up to the same day again, he will wrap you in a hug and stroke the back of your head until you fall asleep. it doesn't matter what happens, or more accurately how many times it happens, blue will always be there for you and love you to the ends of the earth.

stretch - he's at a bit of a loss as to what to say. of course, he's happy you're okay, but man, it's hard not to compare himself. stretch considers laying face down on his bed for an hour about it. the two of you will lay on his bed, making silly jokes to each other for an hour before he flips over and has a serious talk with you about his experience and yours. after, both of you are exhausted, and you fall asleep right then and there. he drools in your hair. as he usually does.

lord - mother hens. first he makes sure you're feeling okay, it doesn't matter how long ago the time loop happened, his first priority is your safety. he’ll get you a drink and a blanket, sitting silently as you tell him what happened. after, he rubs your back, telling you how proud he is of you, while quietly setting up an appointment with a therapist on his laptop. while he is proud of you for making the most of your time, many wouldn’t be able to do that, there's gotta be some leftover psychological side effects. you're seeing a doctor, there's no getting out of it.

mutt - immediately feels kind of useless. wow, you went through the same thing he did and came out cool and smart and normal, and he just festered away in his bedroom. if you hold him, he will absolutely melt in your arms. whatever you do to comfort him, he will mirror you. stroke his back, he’ll stroke yours. wrap your arms around him, he’ll wrap his around you. it's nothing against you, just like stretch, it's really hard not to compare himself. the fact that it's over, for the both of you, and now you have each other is what keeps him calm. and at that moment, even if he gets stuck again, he will find his way back to you. that's one of the last promises he will make.

#undertale x reader #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #sans hcs #papyrus hcs #red hcs #edge hcs #blue hcs #stretch hcs #lord hcs #mutt hcs #writing; headcanons

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can-i-see-your-passport-please · 2 years ago

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Hih ello it’s me. Fanfic anon. And I just!!! !!! The idea that Benry lost the boss fight on Purpouse is I think so very supported by canon- I was talkin to a friend about this a while ago but when he pulls out his passport and just holds it up for them all to shoot at? He didn’t have to do that he could’ve just kept the Thing in his pocket. Also the more obvious telling the skeletons to let Tommy go? Also the other idea- that Benry was s-cial (sorry I don’t know the appropriate level of censorship/not in this space here so this is what I’m going with)- is supported at least a little by canon?? The one time Gordon tries to stop one of his deaths (when the blast doors are closing because of the rocket launch at the very end of Act 2) Benry’s response is ‘I kind of wanted that ok’. I’ve been turning it over in my head for a very long time and having someone like. Include it as a thing that matters in their portrayal of Benry (intentionally or not) activated my neurons. Also like in general you’re a good writer, the comfort part of the hurt/comfort was incredibly satisfying. Like yeah boy. Forgive yourself. Get some decent sleep. Also like generally people giving Benry emotional depth and trauma along with the silly man ness is incredibly boundlessly fascinating to me and how you wrote him in both this and the other fic were great. Also this is a weird thing to ask prolly but where does Gordon live in the fic? Does New Mexico get snow and I just don’t know it. Sorry for talking so much this fic is just something to me. Thanks for writing it. It’s becoming a new tab in my browser window that’s just for saving fics I want to reread.

YOU GOT EVERYTHING BANG ON THE HEAD EXACTLY EXACTLY

YEAH....... I subscribe to the theory that he made himself the villain On Purpose because he knew the Nihilanth would kill the team and Gordon can't fucking respawn, so they kill the final boss, they go home, Benrey makes himself the final boss, yeah... I didn't notice the passport thing!! But yeah you're right! There was no reason he had to do that, but he just held it up for them to destroy. Plus like when Gordon went back to break his passport, if Benrey wanted to stop him. He could've! Easily! But he mostly just toyed with him, and then barely did anything to stop Gordon from destroying his passport. (Yes he said it was because he "didn't like that room", but he went into there before with absolutely no problem, and the only real difference here is he's 30 feet tall)

AND YES EXACTLY THE MOMENT WHERE GORDON STOPPED HIM FROM DYING AND HE WAS LIKE "YEAH WELL NOW IT’S GONE AND I KINDA WANTED THAT OKAY" so basically my friend and I were discussing a fic I'd just read that was a different take on canon, and it had incredibly clear (sub)text that the Xen thing was basically Benrey TRYING to die, and we were discussing that, and the VERY NEXT DAY WE REWATCHED HLVRAI AND NOTICED THAT LINE so yeah in my book. Benrey's 100% suicidal (worry not we are not bound by censorship in these lands)

Also I have no idea where Gordon lives I just wanted snow there you decide lol

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT AND THINK I'M A GOOD WRITER THIS ASK IS MAKING ME MELT /POS THANK YOUUUUU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#hlvrai #cassie rambles #cassie writes #frenrey #asks #anon #tw suicidality #ask to tag #tw suicide #you're still here and you're gonna be okay #🛂can i see your passport? please [benrey freeman]

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undertale-writing-times · 3 years ago

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How would the skellies react to a very close friend asking if he'd want to share a bed fort with them? Shock though is that the skeleton has a crush on the friend!

It's up to you which ones you add!

Hey guys! Thanks for this ask. Sorry it took me so long to do it ^^'

uhhh...

I dunno who you are :)

hope you enjoy! Also for Crank, he doesn't get high off pot or whatever like that, because I don't know how it works, but he gets off something monsters use. It acts the way I want it to. Also so nobody can get mad at me -w- I have all of the high skeletons brah.

Sans- Normally he'd love any excuse to not do anything, but being that close to his crush? How is he supposed to be able to do that? After thinking of it for a few minutes, he literally stopped time to do it, shush. Finally he decided eh, what's the worst that could happen? Hahaha... a lot. He got into the bed fort with Y/n, got comfortable saying "I don't wanna break the law by resisting a-rest, so you bed believe that I'll be in here with you" god if Papyrus was here he would hate that pun, but Y/n giggled, rolling their eyes and lightly shoved his shoulder "you're a dork" they mutter and lay their head back against their arms, shutting their eyes. It was so warm in here, humans gave off more heat than they might expect, but he kind of liked it... he really liked it. He sighs out slowly and shuts his eyes to try to fall asleep but his mind kept reminding him that he was in bed with his crush. Ughhhhh this is so not fair! Why must he be this embarrassed? Who decided for him to get a crush on this human? At least they never killed anyone but... still.

Papyrus- When Y/n asked him if he wanted to share the bed fort with them, he quickly said no, because he didn't like to be stuck in one place for too long! He didn't even sleep during the night fully, he took power naps, because if he slept the whole night he got odd dreams! Yet then they got this disappointed look on their face and said that it was okay, even if he could easily tell that they were a little upset. When he noticed that, he would squirm, thinking of what to do. Being that close to his future datemate? He clears his throat and corrects himself "Human! I have changed my mind. I, the great Papyrus, see just how much you wish to lay with him! I will allow you" and with that he climbs into the fort pulling his legs up to his chest, looking over at Y/n, grinning. They smile back and slightly press against him, laying his head down and Papyrus felt his bones tense, then his cheeks quickly go a bright orange color, turning his head away getting lost in thought for a few seconds. It's strange how much dating power this human had. So not fair.

Blueberry- It had been a stressful day for Blueberry, his training wasn't going very well, and the tacos burned! He wasn't the happiest right now, yet when he sees Y/n in the bed fort and they look at him, grinning and ask "Hey Blue! You wanna lay with me?" then they pat beside them. Blueberry opens his mouth to tell him that he can't, because he had things to do, but paused turning his head down thinking about it. Maybe... it wouldn't be a bad idea. He smiles and walks over, climbing into the the fort with Y/n and snuggles up against them, making them laugh hugging him "there we are... I knew that that would work, you silly bones" he laughs and shuts his eyes. After a few minutes he opens his eyes but they went black as he noticed just how close he and Y/n was he could feel their breath against his cheek a little, huh it's minty nice! Oh geez. Did he really just get into a tight place with his crush?! What was he thinking? And now he can't get out of here without waking them up. Oh man this was embarrassing! But they were so comfortable... so warm. He felt sleep starting to take over so he just shuts his eyes, falling asleep against them.

Stretch- Stretch wasn't having a good day, his mental stuff was taking a low, which was pretty normal you know? Like he tried to never let it show, but sometimes it came out without him allowing it. Normally he lets himself make puns and riddles and that normally helps, but this time he couldn't even get out of bed, and luckily Blueberry isn't here to try to force him to get up, he's with Alphys! Stretch might go see Undyne or go to the door to make riddles with the weird guy on the otherside of the door in the forest. Yet this time he got woken up by bangs downstairs, which caused him to open his eyes staring up at the roof. Does he even want to get up to go and check? If it's someone here to try to kill him, oh well, a reset would happen anyway so... no. He shakes his head to get his mind off that and pushes himself to get up, walking downstairs to see Y/n making a fort "what are you doing?" he asked, making them jump looking over quickly "Oh!" they say, then smile "Hey Stretch. I figured since you don't seem to be in that good of a mood, we can have a bed fort together!" they stepped to the side to show it making Stretch look at the blankets and stuff, getting a little smile "Sure... I'd like that" he walks over, getting in first making them laugh saying "hey!" they climb in afterwards. No wonder he had a crush on them...

Axe- Being that close to a human, might not be good for Axe, depending on how long ago the underground was. He's still trying to learn not to attack humans, even if he won't eat them, his brother still could. It's a lot to unload from his head, you know? Yet when Y/n was laying in all those fluffy pillows and blankets, asking him to get in with them? There's no way that he could say no! He's just worried because of how big he is... After he agrees to get in and it turns out that yeah, he is a little too big, Y/n would just laugh and lean against him looking up at him with that smile that he grew to love "This better?" Axe stared at them, then nods slowly reaching up to tug at his eye socket his face feeling hot. Was he blushing? Most likely. Just being around Y/n made him nervous but also happy, so he doesn't know how to feel and if he should stay away from them, or spend all his time with them. Ugh... dumb humans. When Y/n fell asleep against him? He slowly started to rub their back, making sure to be careful with his claws. So the human would feel comfortable enough to fall asleep against him? Even with his past? He'd most likely wake them up again with his purring -w-

Noodle- Of course Noodle would agree! Y/n was his favoritest human that he totally didn't want as his datemate in the future and didn't have a crush on! Yet when they finish making it and Y/n is laying there, waiting for him to get in, a smile on their face as they looked at him? He started to feel nervous. What if he did something wrong? What if he hurt them? He still sometimes thought about hurting humans, it wasn't something he really *wanted* to do but something in his mind told him that it was needed, even after they got above ground. Ugh it's embarrassing... Screw it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he climbed into the fort feeling his bones creak ahhh climbing into places hurt his old bones, they started to get better the more he ate though, just like his brother. He started to twirl his thumbs together, not too sure what to do, which made Y/n smile wider, and they get him to lay down with them. They made sure that it was big enough for his big frame and suddenly Noodle was really comfortable like... really comfortable. This place was so warm and being around Y/n made him both happy and nervous... he tried to relax and sleep.

Red- Red didn't really have 'friends' because where he's from, friendship would just make things harder for you most of the time, but he started to change that when they got up to the above ground. He didn't think he'd get a crush or anything, but then boom, he got a crush on Y/n. Ugh he hates them so much with their pretty eyes, and nice face, and cool hair. Fuckass. Right after he realized that he did, in fact, have a crush on Y/n he stopped hanging out with them, sending them away whenever they asked about him. It was Edge that told him to stop being such a dumbass, which was a tad annoying, but hey, they started to hang out again! Now he regrets it. Y/n offered for him to lay with them. It sounds nice, really nice, look how soft the blankets and pillows are! Plus Y/n is soft too but... his eyes shoot between the door and the bed fort, his face red and grumbles "You're a fuckin' dumbass" he then crawled into the bed fort, snuggling up with the pillows and Y/n laughs softly, petting the top of his head with their hand "Yeah yeah" they start "Whatever you say you edgy bitch" Red growls but that was just the sound and shuts his eyes. If he was to be honest, he liked head pats.

Edge- Just like Papyrus he didn't really like to sleep all that much. It's a time where you're at your weakest, and he didn't trust anyone to protect him during the time that he sleeps, plus he has a lot of things to do! Yet when he saw his future daetmate, even if they didn't know, pouting when he told them no he had to stop himself from just doing it anyway. Ugh damn humans and their eyes of puppy! They're humans, why are they good at that? "Fine! I will lay with you, but only for 1 to 2 minutes" how Y/n's eyes and face lit up, it made him feel a sense of pride. He was the one to do that, not other people. He lets out a hum of pride and gets into the bed fort with them, after taking off his boots of course. He is not that much of an asshole and he lays his head down against his arm looking at Y/n "Why did you decide to make this? Humans are already squishy so I don't see why you need so many pillows and blankets" feeling them press against him made his bones tense up, and they yawn, starting to talk "Because I know you needed a bit of time to relax" they then lay their head down, shutting their eyes. Wait... they trusted him to sleep? He smiles a little and mumbles a thank you, shutting his own eyes. Maybe sleeping wasn't... the worst plan.

Lord- Of course when Y/n asked, while laying in the bed fort, Lord's face went a bright purple color and he started to splutter stuff out, then turn away crossing his arms over his chest "I cannot believe that you would ask that, just because you are my 'friend' doesn't mean that I trust you enough to do that!" he's just embarrassed. He trusts Y/n with so much, that's why he would sometimes leave Mutt with them while he has to go and do other things. Mutt was in the other room asleep right now, funnily enough. He could even hear the frown in Y/n's voice as they ask "you don't trust me?" He doesn't respond for a few seconds thinking it over in his skull tapping his foot on the ground with click click click sounds because of how high his boots were. After a few seconds he groans, tilting his head back "Dammit! Fine, just... ugh give me a second to go get dressed" He grabs his bag, stomping over to the bathroom to change in there, making Y/n smile. When he came back out, he was wearing 'pajamas' which was really just a very long shirt and baggy pants, then climbs into the fort with Y/n hiding his face into his arms, ignoring them for the first like 20 minutes. Laying with his crush... how embarrassing.

Mutt- The second Y/n said bed fort, and share, he jumped right into it and hugged Y/n, snuggling their faces together, humming happily. He loves the idea of sharing things with his future datemate! Of course he's a little embarrassed but the excitement outweighs the nerves. Y/n would most likely laugh and pat the top of his head, telling him to relax but he'd shake his head and start to talk "can't, I'm too excited. You know I love being close to you Y/n" during the whole time that they're in the fort, he's holding onto them like they can disappear at any second, because to him, they can. Sometimes it's hard to remember that humans wouldn't turn to dust, but he's seen so many people that he thought of as friends get dusted in front of him; it just worries him. He later asks if he can invite his brother which Y/n would... maybe agree to. Lord would not, in fact, agree to come in and just tell Mutt to stay with his dumb datemate which would then cause Mutt to get all embarrassed. Come on Lord. Don't call out your brother like that.

Wiseguy- When Y/n asked him if he wanted to share a fort, it was on a day that he wasn't the happiest. It wasn't that he wasn't happy, just he was stressed because of having to do some jobs but also his own studying. He's trying to figure things out about his past as well as his brothers, because well none of them knew anything. So when Y/n asked he smiled sleepily and nods, walking over climbing into the blankets and pillows with them, and quickly fell asleep. Y/n was really his best friend... other than his brother, but that's a special friendship, you know? Well when he woke up and saw Y/n snuggled up against him in their sleep, he realized just how close they were, and the fact that they pretty much slept together. He'd get a bright blue colored blush on his face, squirming a little bit. Oh god he fell asleep with his crush! Ughhhh he wasn't good at this romance thing. When there's no emotions connected, he could easily flirt and be pretty smooth but when there are feelings? He cannot do anything to save himself. Just like this. At least he wasn't nervous about the papers he found anymore, just very embarrassed.

Bones- Once again a boy that says no at first, only because he had a lot of work to do, and he didn't like staying still. Yet when he left the room, Clip made him turn around and go back in after whisper yelling not to lose this chance to be this close to his crush, and called him a dumbass. Yep! Bones had a total crush on Y/n, really big crush, it started after they first met when they saved him from getting dusted then he had to bring them back instead of just kill them but that doesn't really matter right now. He stands there his eyes shooting around, unsure of what he should do or say, he could feel his bones rattling. "Bones?" He jolts hearing their voice and quickly starts to talk, his skull feeling hot near the cheeks "I have changed my mind!" he starts "I will... lay with you as I am... tired! Yes, tired. Thank you for the offer my fut- my friend!" he laughs nervously half tempted to go jumping through the window to get out but he got in trouble last time... he walks over climbing into the bed fort with Y/n who smiles, and scoots a bit closer "okay okay, get some rest then skelli-bones" Was that a pun?

Clip- Clip and Y/n made plans to watch some movies together, of course they knew his 'secret' that he liked romance movies but they'd say that it was their idea if anyone asked because he still thought that he had it hidden. What a silly boy. When Clip came in to see the fort set up, with snacks and some of his favorite movies, he could honestly cry. Did they really set this up for him? Y/n offered for him to get in with them, which he did slowly, wondering if this was their way of saying that they were datemates, or...? Clip looks down at the case, putting a chip in his mouth "so do you do this for all of your friends or what?" They'd look over at him and smile, pressing closer against him "only my best ones!" they'd chirp in a happy tone, making him pause. Oh... Ouch... friendzoned. He averts his eye shine then goes back to Y/n, smiling weakly "Yeah, best friends" he looks forward at the tv trying not to think about it. He should be happy to just have a friend now.

Boss- Boss was annoyed at everything today. He got in trouble for almost getting caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing but nooo he's the bad guy for trying to help out. He grumbles under his breath, shrugging off his jacket putting it onto the hook by the door but pauses when he saw a bunch of pillows and blankets making him sigh rubbing his temples "Clip I swear to god if this is your doing-" he walks over leaning over to peek in. Instead of seeing his brother crying about some dumb romance movie he saw the human that he somehow got a crush on, curled up in the pillows asleep but slowly waking up, blinking open their eyes and they yawn, rubbing one of their eyes looking up mumbling "Boss?" He felt his body tense. Oh shit that's cute. He quickly stands up, turning his head away coughing into his fist "Oh Y/n! It is you, better than seeing my no good b-brother" fuck did he just stutter? They poke their head out of the bed fort, then smile and hold out their arms, welcoming him in. He stares at them, unsure of what to say or do. Did he really want to sleep with his crush? Well of course. He gulps and slowly climbs in, which caused them to cuddle up against him. He couldn't be that soft and cuddly, could he?

Books- As expected, Books had been spending a lot of time working on his books. Just reading and looking things up, so he had a little bit of a headache, but he couldn't just go and sleep! He had so much he needed to do. At least that's what he was thinking until he heard the door open and close making him sigh out slowly "I'm sorry, I can't help you with anything right now Crank, I have a lot to do" then he looked over to see Y/n, with their hands on their hips, tilting their head a little to the side, not looking too impressed. Seeing them liked that made his bones rattle a little but he smiles sheepishly "Oh! Hello Y/n, have you come to see the phenomenal Sans work? I-" they hold up their hand, so he stops talking and lets them talk "I made a fort, and you're going to come and lay in it, and if I have to drag you out there myself I will. You've been overworking yourself" he really wanted to say no, because he had to work, but he couldn't say no to his crush! So he sighs out slowly and mutters that he guessed he could take a break, making them smile and they help put everything away then takes him out to the fort. His face felt so hot.

Crank- let's be honest. Y/n most likely built the fort around him and got in with him and he woke up to see them and just went like eh, okay, that sounds nice and goes back to sleep. He doesn't care about it right now, he'll deal with the emotions when he isn't so tired and high.

Heavy- Because of his line of work, everyone thinks that he wouldn't need time to relax, because he was a cold blooded murderer. Totally not though! He loves to be pampered, just doesn't say it because people would, you know, most likely tease him. Then Y/n just comes into his room, asking him if he wants to sleep with them in their fort? He felt like he was going to cry. He quickly agreed and they went to lay together. Y/n made it big enough for him, since he was pretty big and they climb into it first, then Heavy did, laying his head down against his arms looking at them, lost in thought. His future datemate, being so sweet to him already... he knew he made a good choice not killing this one.

Mobster- Mobster had been busy with a lot of things. Because of his line of work, mostly hiding the bodies away that either his brothers, or others killed, he was pretty busy. It was hard to hide bones and to get the meat off and all that! At least he liked cooking -w- he never told Y/n about that though, because he was pretty sure as another human, she wouldn't feel safe with him cooking with human meat, it was just something that was the best choice for them. Because of how stressed he had been, he hadn't noticed he hasn't really gotten a lot of sleep lately. He only noticed when Y/n came over, tugging on his scarf to get his attention and he perks up, looking over his shoulder "oh?" he smiles, crouching down a little to look at them tilting his head to the side "Do you need something?" They would point over their shoulder "do you want to lay with me in my bed fort?" Mobster starts to say that he can't, but then realizes wow he's... really tired. His eyes started to close just standing there, but shakes his head to get his mind off that and stands up straight "Yes! We should rest together" he then starts to walk over to the living room, Y/n giggling as he follows after. He's had a crush on them for a long time, so this was a nice gift!

Error- As annoying as this sounds, it would take a lot of talking to talk Error into getting even remotely close to Y/n like that. He dislikes touching, and it would have to be big enough for them to be quite a bit far away from each other, or pillows between the two of them. It's strange but eh, they don't mind helping him out! Even more because it's a phobia, not just because he doesn't like Y/n. So when they asked him first time, his cheeks went yellow and he yelled at them for being weird and ignored them for a little while. Though after a while he would look at them, see that they looked comfortable curled up in one of the blankets. Of course he would think about it and grumble walking over "I'll lay with you, but... if you touch me I'll leave." Y/n laughs and nods, pointing to the part of the fort that was blocked off with pillows. He glares at the pillows, silent for a few seconds and mutters under his breath slowly climbing into it and lays his head down against his arms, then moves a pillow under his head. He was pretty sure he could get comfortable here maybe... it was really warm in here, he liked the warmth... plus getting close to his crush was a little nice.

Fresh- Y/n and Fresh had been hanging out all day already, they were very close friends, but Fresh didn't really... know how to react to all his feelings. It was weird to have the feelings, most of the time he just made up feelings and acted like he had emotions. Sometimes he did feel angry, other times he did feel happy but the emotions were few and far between. How strange. Well the other emotions he started to feel were more ones of love and affection, which he didn't really think he'd be able to feel... when suddenly Y/n jumps up he looks up tilting his head to the side and smiles as he asks "Ey brah, what you doin' over there? Thought we were gonna be fresh and all up and hang?" Y/n looks down at him with their bright smile "We are" they start "But I got an idea! Let's make a fort" then they run off before he could even answer. Huh how unfresh of them. He shrugs and gets up going to get blankets and pillows and stuff. This is gonna be the bomb! Total Buzz hype. After Y/n finished making it and jumped in, they pat beside them offering for him to get in with them making him look down at the blankets his glasses shifting to say 'oh yes' and he climbs in them going back to Yolo "man you got a dank freshtacular crib, dawg" Y/n chuckles, nodding looking a little amused. Man he loved them.

Reap- If they're in a place where he can touch them without worrying about killing them? Then you already know he's cuddling with Y/n. He has a crush on them, and he isn't that good at hiding it, he gets flustered a bit easily because he isn't used to being around people that aren't his brother or Life, so having a human that wants to be close to him? Well... it's shocking. Let's just say he just got to Y/n's house, when he noticed that they had a fort made? Why though? He tilts his head as he floats over, peeking in to see them and they look out at him, making him smile and he asks "What you doing there?" they'd smile and scoot forward, poking their head out from their little hide hole "Hey Reap, I made a fort. You want to come in? You can get comfortable and we can watch tv" Reaper cocks his head to one side, then the other, looking a little amused "oh so you want to cuddle death, huh?" he chuckles shaking his head. He found it so funny "you're gonna be the death of me but hey, let's put the fun back in funeral" he joked, then climbs in and slips their arms around Y/n resting his head on top of theirs shutting his eyes. He knew he shouldn't, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't love this person so much but he can't help it. He's death and they're his light now.

Nightmare- Y/n lives in the Nightmare house with all the other 'bad' Sans. It's interesting, but since they're Nightmares 'best friend' more crush the others see them more as a mom, than anything else which is also interesting. Well since they live there, and can do pretty much anything they want, they decided to make a fort! Axe helped them with it, and Dusty told them that they were stupid because Nightmare was going to be mad. Well Nightmare came in, just to see Y/n finish with the blankets and got hit by happy feelings, making him hum in a bit of annoyance. He knew that Killer and Dusty were throwing pillows at each other, Axe running off to join them. Ugh he hates these guys "What the hell are you doing?" Y/n jumps looking over their shoulder at him, his arms crossed over his chest "uhhh" they start, then smile sheepishly "I was making a little... throne for us to share?" throne? It's a fucking fort. Yet... the idea of sharing a small space with his crush did sound appealing... he lifts Y/n with one of his tentacles "if the boys break anything in the castle because of you bringing out all the pillows, you'll be paying for it" he gets into the fort, and pulls them in afterwards placing them down. They stick out their tongue with a bleh sound.

Dusty- Dusty didn't really like not doing things. He hated the fact that Killer was supposed to be Nightmare's right hand man, but he never really tried to bother with it too much. No use in getting upset about it, so he liked treating things more like games. At first he didn't like to be here because of the whole, you know, no use of his LV that he tried so hard to get to but he has a lot of use of it, and he isn't alone anymore. Not you Pap, you know that. He walks into the castle holding his hands in his pockets, dust coming from his clothes while he walked if he shook himself off, there would most likely be a lot more. He was chatting with Pap as he walked in, but paused when he saw a fort and Pappy says that he should go and check it out "I was already going to do that" Dusty walks over and sees Y/n laying in the fort, curled up asleep, making his mouth go up in a small grin aww so cute! Sleeping in a place with murderers? How silly. Of course he climbs in to join them, what would he do if he didn't be a bit lasy sometimes? He wouldn't be a Sans. When they wake up and try to get out, he just holds them tighter, acting if he's asleep, or if he even isn't, he still wants them to stay.

Killer- Killer was the more serious out of all the 'bad' Sans, and he doesn't feel too bad for what he does, because if Nightmare tells him to do it, then he's going to do it. Yet when he met Y/n and they made him feel... something? He wanted to keep them. It took a lot of asking and deals with Nightmare but he finally agreed, and allowed Y/n to stay at the castle! After they and Killer got a friendship he invited them to stay there and he was happy to keep them... but then he started to get other feelings. Why'd he feel so... strange? It took a little while for him to figure out that he had a crush and wanted them as his datemate. He thought about it for a long time. Well today he came into the building after a mission was over brushing his hands off on his pants but paused when he saw a bunch of pillows and blankets making him sigh and he shakes his head walking over to it "Axe, Dusty, how many times do I have to tell you two not to make forts. You know Nightmare doesn't like it!" he would totally get into a pillow fight if he needed to though. He leans over, looking in and paused when he saw Y/n staring out at him, blinking slowly "...nevermind!" he says and smiles, resting his head down against his knuckles "well hello there" Y/n smiles sheepishly waving "Do I have to take it down?" they ask, but he shakes his head and climbs in "nope, just make room" he says. He'll take a punishment if he's gotta but sine he was the second in command pretty much he was pretty sure it would be okay.

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timbertumbr · 3 years ago

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Just thought of something lol, since in the underground they probably didn't speak other languages, how about sans with a reader that can speak another language? Like they have their strong accent like Italian or Russian? I think it would be cute, but if you don't want to that is totally fine!

Love in Different Languages(Sans X Multilingual! Reader) Requested

Made with the help of @beezerz and my anonymous friend who helps me review my oneshots. Big thanks to them for helping me! ^^

Note: Can be seen as romantic, platonic or otherwise!

Also, I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been pretty busy with things. ^^’

You and Sans were chilling in the living room watching some random documentary on the tv when you thought of the perfect way to mess with Sans.

“Hey Sans,” He turns to you with a raised bone brow.

“Me tiré un pedo, hombre hueso,” He blinks confused.

“Huh?” You grin.

“Guess what I said,” Sans looks to the ceiling in thought.

“You love me?” You burst out laughing.

“I-I mean I do- But that is not what I said,”

“Then what did you say?”

“I farted, bone man,” Sans processes what you said and grins.

“So you love me through your farts?” He jokes, You laugh harder.

“Wh-What?!”

“I mean, love can come from all sorts of places, including gases,” You wheeze.

“Oh my god, noooo!” Sans only grins wider.

“So that was… spanish, right?” You calm down and nod.

“Cool, do you know any other languages?” You smile and nod happily.

“Prove it,” He says amused, you grin.

"Ti amo, sciocco uomo d'ossa," Sans snorts.

“Did you fart again?”

“Pft- No, but that would’ve been funny if I did. I said 'I love you, silly bone man,' or if we're talking literal terms 'I love you, silly man of bone,'” Sans snorts before he smiles softly at you.

“I love you too,” He says with a grin. You smile and crawl over to the skeleton for snuggles. He chuckles as he puts an arm around you and the two of you snuggle while you watch the documentary. :)

#Requested #x reader #Beezerz!#Thanks again for the help my dude!#Undertale #Sans #Undertale Sans #Sans Undertale #Sans X Reader

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smells-like-mettaton · 3 years ago

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soriel, 1 (chocolate) for the ask game?

Like a Box of Chocolates

Rating: G Word Count: 2734 Read on AO3: here

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"Ok. I brought a few choices," Sans said while sitting with his back to the door. He pulled a plastic sack full of chocolate and chocolate-adjacent treats out from under his shirt.

"Oh, you did not have to do that." The voice behind the door sounded embarrassed.

"It's no big deal." He shrugged instinctively, though she wouldn't be able to see it. "Not like I candy things like this for you very often."

The lady laughed, even though the pun was a stretch. She was a great audience like that.

"I cannot argue with that. After all, it is the choco-thought that counts."

Sans let out a wheeze. Man, she had him beat in the bad jokes department. He needed to up his game.

"What can I say, I'm a sweet guy." That joke would work better if she could see his wink.

"You certainly are, my friend."

Sans blinked. He hadn't been prepared for the genuine warmth in her voice. Now he felt something like a melted chocolate himself.

"Uh. You'd better wait and make sure I didn't pick out garbage before you say that." He chuckled nervously and spread out the chocolates in the snow.

"Alright. Hit me with your best choco-shot."

He laughed out loud at that one too. She could really squeeze some mileage out of chocolate puns.

"First off we have the MTT-Brand Chocolate Mettaton. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Chocolate in the shape of everyone's favorite robot superstar." He scanned the back of the wrapper. "Contains sequins and glitter, but it's still monster food, so probably won't cause any more indigestion than Temmie Flakes. Still, wouldn't blame ya if you passed on that."

The lady laughed. "I do not know this 'Mettaton,' but he sounds like someone…"

Her voice trailed off, the way it always did when she neared a personal topic. It seemed to be happening more and more often lately. Sans didn't know if that was a good sign, or if he needed to do a better job of distracting her.

"Someone I know would have liked that," she finished clumsily.

"Welp. It's yours, then." He attempted to slide it under the door.

Attempted. The thick block of chocolate wouldn't fit through the narrow space.

"What are my other options?" The lady asked, not seeming to hear his failure.

(Or just ignoring it. The way they always ignored things they didn't want to acknowledge.)

Oh well. He'd deal with that later, if she wanted to.

He picked up the next box and rattled it. It looked thin enough to fit under the door.

"I think this one's called, uh, pocket?” He couldn’t tell for sure, since the box was labeled in a language he didn’t recognize. Where did Alphys get this stuff? “A pal gave it to me. They’re like chocolate-covered sticks, I think."

"Not precisely what I was looking for, but I would love to try it regardless," she said. "If I am allowed to have both options, I mean. If not, I should probably stick with the Em-Tee-Tee."

Sans bit back a snort. So she hadn't heard after all. That made this a lot more awkward.

"Do you wanna hear the other options first? Wouldn't want ya to have any regrets."

"Oh! There are more?"

She sounded as surprised as a kid finding an extra fry in the bottom of their Grillby's bag. He couldn't help grinning.

"Yup. Next up is a chocolate spider donut—”

“Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders?” The voice seemed on the verge of laughter again.

His eyesockets widened. “Uh… welp. Guess you don’t need the whole spiel, huh?”

“There is a spider bakesale right around the corner from my home,” the lady explained. “I believe they are saving for a… ‘heated limo’? To travel safely through Snowdin. I wish I could help them, but I did not think to take much gold when I…”

Another dead end. That was fine, Sans could piece together enough. Not that her personal life was any of his business, anyway.

“If it makes ya feel any better, they really raked me over the coals for this one.”

“It does not!” came her quick reply. “I only asked for a chocolate bar. Not for you to spend money that you need on me.”

Geez, this lady was too good for him. As if Sans ever really went out of his way for anyone.

Except Papyrus, but he was family. And sometimes Grillby, if he felt bad about failing to pay his tab for too long. And Alphys, but he owed her for screwing off after space-time blew up in their faces.

And now, the lady behind the door. The lady he didn’t owe anything to, except a few good laughs.

Who was he kidding? Those laughs were more important to him than anything.

“Eh, it just cost me one day of selling ‘dogs. Donut worry about it.”

“Very well. Since it was for a good cause, I will not grill you any further. But please tell me that was the last chocolate you purchased for me.”

“It’s the last one I purchased.” He grinned. While she couldn’t see his expression, she must have heard the but in his voice.

“Please tell me you did not steal any chocolate for me.”

“Geez, lady, what do you take me for? I’d never commit petty thievery.”

“Well, that is reassuring.”

“Yep. Gotta save room for the real high-dollar crimes. Like the illegal hot dog stand.”

The voice behind the door went silent. He wished he could see her face now more than ever. His own grin slowly slid from his skull.

“Everyone knows about it,” he reassured her. “If the King really wanted to shut me down, he’d have done it a long time ago.”

“Oh, I am not judging you for that. I am sure the law is rigged against you if the King has any say in it.” Her voice was surprisingly bitter.

His real problem was that he couldn’t ever find the necessary documents to get licensed in food preparation. His birth certificate was presumably in whatever alternate dimension his old man had blasted them out of.

“You are judging me for something, though,” he realized. The chill of the snow seeped into his bones, but he didn’t dare adjust his position. Somehow he felt that if he moved, she would disappear.

“I am not. I was only thinking about…” She sighed. “It is complicated. There was a time when I could have helped you, but it is long past.”

“Help me? Look, lady, the ‘dog stand is fine. Promise. Better than fine, since I don’t gotta pay taxes on it.”

She chuckled at that.

“Very well. Forgive a silly old lady for worrying.”

“Done.” He smiled, settling back against the door more comfortably.

He should’ve known she’d have a problem with his illegal activities, though. She was a classy lady, and he was… him. Why had he even brought it up? It wasn’t a great joke. Did he really just want her to know?

Eh, whatever. She wasn’t mad, so no harm done, right?

“I would like to know how you acquired this other chocolate, if it was not through your sticky fingers.” She sounded like she was grinning.

“Huh? Oh.” He blinked and dug out the last chocolate of the bunch. Blue dusted his cheeks. “QC—that’s the lady who runs the shop in town—gave ‘em to me for free. They’re called, uh, kisses.”

QC had a knowing look in her eyes when she’d offered the bag of chocolates to him. It was his own fault for implying they were for a girl. Everyone already thought he screwed around in the woods on his shifts, and with the way gossip travelled in a small town, everyone at Grillby’s would be asking about his girlfriend tonight.

“Kisses,” the lady behind the door echoed. “This is not one of your jokes, is it?”

“Not this time. Sorry to disappoint.” His grin felt too tight. “They’re, uh, tiny chocolates. Kinda cone-shaped? QC makes ‘em herself, so they’ve gotta be good.”

“Oh.” Oddly, the voice did sound disappointed. Sans couldn’t imagine why. Not like he could kiss her through the door, even if he had lips. And even if there was some unlikely timeline where she wanted a kiss from him.

He wanted to thump his skull back against the door, but there was no point in worrying her like that.

“In that case, I will take the kisses. They will be perfect for…”

He was sure she would leave it at that. Cover up with some non sequitur.

So his eyesockets went wide when she said, “for the anniversary of my child’s passing.”

“Oh.” He let out a strangled little laugh. “I—geez, I’m sorry. If I’d known—”

“You would have what? Spent even more money on this silly old lady, who cannot even leave to buy her child’s favorite chocolate?” Her voice was firm. “No. I thought you deserved to know, after the trouble you went to, and because you shared your own secret with me today.”

“My ‘dog stand is hardly a secret,” he said, still feeling a little shaky. She had a kid? A dead kid?

Well, who in the Underground didn’t have skeletons in their closet? Metaphorically or literally. She was still his best friend. If she wanted his pity, she would’ve said something sooner.

“Regardless,” she said. “It is in the past. Forget it, if you wish. But please do not treat me any differently.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said sincerely. If there was one thing he was good at, it was maintaining the status quo. “So, uh. These chocolates. I kind of wanted you to have all of ‘em, if that’s alright with you.”

“It would be rude to refuse a gift, would it not?” She sounded like she was smiling again, to his relief.

“There’s just one problem. Uh. Don’t think they’re all gonna fit under the door.” He rapped on the stone surface with his knuckle for emphasis.

“I did not assume they would. The recipe I gave you before hardly passed through.”

Sans blinked. “Then you—huh?”

“I will open the door just a fraction. It can only be done from the inside.” She paused, like she was gathering a breath. “I would ask that you do not look. I promise I will not peek, either.”

Sans’s ribcage tightened. She was going to open the door. She would be right there, with no stone between them.

The thought opened a desperate floodgate within him. He hadn’t realized just how badly he wanted to see her, to know her, to live off of more than just scraps and unfinished sentences.

She once had a child. She had some kind of beef against the King. She wanted to give charity to spiders, but didn’t have enough money. All these facts he filed away, tucking them into the grooves in his ribcage.

It would be enough. He’d duct tape those gates shut again, if he had to. He wasn’t going to betray the trust she’d shown him.

“Got it. You don’t wanna be smitten by my good looks, I understand,” he joked.

(He had a feeling it would be the other way around, if anything. Not that quality of jokes translated to quality of appearance—he would know. If it did, he’d have biceps like his brother.)

“It would be tragic. Much too high a price for you to handsome chocolate to me.”

“Heh, I’m sure you’re a door-able too. But I’ll keep my sockets shut, since our friendship hinges on it.”

That got a raucous laugh out of her, the kind that started off high-pitched and quickly became something of a snorting bleat. That sound was sweeter than chocolate to him.

...Man, his pals at Grilby’s would be right to dunk on him. He was a massive dork.

“Alright,” she said once she caught her breath, “if you are ready, my friend…”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Better choco-late than never, huh?”

That one only got a snort, but he wasn’t sure if that was because the pun fell flat, or because she was nervous. As far as he knew, she hadn’t been outside of the Ruins in years. And here she was, trusting a sentry—someone whose job it was to keep a look out—to turn a blind eye.

It was a good thing he’d never been good at his job.

Stone ground against stone with a dramatic rumble. His eyesockets stayed shut. Warmth emanated from somewhere near his shoulder, and he lifted the bag of chocolates.

His small hand brushed a large fur-covered one. A shiver trailed down his spine. One small touch shouldn’t have done so much to him, but—but she was real. She was more than just a voice behind a door. Which he knew, but knowing and feeling could be worlds apart at times.

She took the bag, and the moment was over. But the door didn’t close.

“My dear friend,” she whispered, her voice sounding closer than ever. “Would it be presumptuous to ask another favor of you?”

“‘Course not. Glad to do a favor for my favor-ite person.” He kept his tone light, unaffected by the swirling emotions inside him.

“If I could… oh, dear, this is embarrassing.”

He resisted the urge to open his eyes, to see what look might be on her face.

“It has simply been so long… may I hold your hand a moment longer?”

He felt the marrow heating within his bones.

“That all? I gotta hand it to ya, you made me think you needed an arm and a leg.”

She chuckled before awkwardly fumbling to grasp his hand again.

Heat poured from her palm into his phalanges. Aside from the fur, there were several spots of soft skin—probably paw pads. Was she a dog monster, like the Canine Unit in town? She didn’t make nearly enough dog jokes for that to be the case. Her laugh sounded more like a goat’s, but she obviously didn’t have hooves. Maybe she was some kind of chimera? You didn’t see those often nowadays, but then again, no one saw monsters from the Ruins, either.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice as soft as the snow that began to drift around him.

“Not disappointed?” He asked, only half-joking. “My hand can’t be as comfy as yours.”

“Ah, but it is all your bone. And that is wonderful to me.”

“Geez, old lady.” He was grateful she couldn’t see his blush. “You’re pretty fur-fect yourself.”

When she laughed, her body shook all the way down to her hand. The feeling more than made up for all the G he’d spent on chocolate and donuts.

Suddenly his hand was being lifted up, and then something soft pressed against his knuckles. His soul flared erratically, and his eyes nearly flew open. If they had, he was sure his left eyelight would have been blue from shock.

“A kiss for a kiss,” she said slyly. “It is only fair.”

“Heh heh…” His voice shook with more than laughter. “Technically, that was one kiss for a bag of kisses. Pretty sure that math doesn’t square up.”

“Oh, you are quite right! One day we will have to circle back and rectify that.”

He practically had to cast gravity magic on himself to keep his eyes from flying open.

“You—huh?” He said intelligently.

“Perhaps not soon,” she clarified. “This has all been… a lot, for me. But thanks to you, my dear friend, this day has not been so bitter as I am used to.”

“Uh, no problem, then. With all that chocolate, I hope it’s sweet.”

Sweet as the anniversary of a death could be, anyway. He grimaced. Maybe that joke was too soon, but she just squeezed his hand before finally letting go.

“I do think it will be,” she said softly. “I will look forward to hearing more of your punny jokes tomorrow.”

The door scraped shut, and he hesitantly opened his eyes. He couldn't help inspecting the door to see if anything changed. Pressing his still-warm hand against the smooth stone.

“Heh. Good luck getting rid of me now.” He grinned.

Then he tucked his hands in his pockets, where her kiss remained like a tattoo on his bone.

#tali writes #safeutdr #soriel #sans #toriel #fic tag #very happy with how this one turned out :D #hope you like it and thanks for the request!#prompt requests

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veliseraptor · 4 years ago

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Hi lise....How are you? If you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite “villains” (or antagonists) in all of MXTX novels? (Whether you want to do a ranking or just write out in no particular order)...Sorry if you've answered this question before....

I am stressed, depressed, and holding off a mental breakdown but keeping it together so far! and distractions in the form of thinking about my villain beloveds help.

asdlskjadf oh man. so it’s not quite “all of them” but it is... “several.” no ranking here because rankings are hard, so here’s in no particular order my personal greatest antagonist hits from mxtx’s novels

(this post will contain hella spoilers just to let you guys know)

1. He Xuan. I just finished (well, for a given value of ‘just’) rereading the Black Water Arc again and ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I love He Xuan so much, I love everything he chooses to do, I love the fact that he has a choice between revenge and a friendship he does seem to value and ultimately still chooses revenge, I love his cold anger, I love the part where he just fuckin...rips Shi Wudu’s head off with his bare hands, RIP Water Master but that was pretty badass.

But yeah, I think what most draws me toward him is that...pull, where you can see him trying to give Shi Qingxuan an out, and he’s not going to abandon his revenge, would never, but he will bend it just a little, or he would...but ultimately Shi Qingxuan fails the tests he gives them and that’s it.

Also “you called the wrong name” will probably live in my head, as they say, rent free, with lines from literature that stick with me.

2. Xue Yang. Obviously. I feel like...I don’t even know how to talk about him here without repeating myself. Love at first sight and I never looked back. It only got worse. There’s a whole lot of buttons that he’s hitting all at once and...god, idk, okay, I’ve written more fics about him in a year and change than I wrote in the entire Silmarillion fandom between 2009-2021, and some of those are long. It’s a lot.

3. Jin Guangyao. I feel like I don’t always talk enough about Jin Guangyao and that’s mostly because I feel like other people have said the things I’d want to say but better already? But...god, love him. He’s such a psychological mess of paranoia and anxiety and insecurity, he’s so up in his head, constantly thinking about three or four things at once, is he enjoying the experience? Not necessarily.

I’m always going to be a sucker for a clever schemer and Jin Guangyao’s got that going for him, and I also really enjoy a good juxtaposition between seeming fragility and insane endurance/ability to keep going well past the point it’s reasonable. His drive to escape his origins, to prove himself, to gain an approval that’s always going to be just out of reach...I’m love him. Very very much.

4. Shen Jiu. Does he count, considering he’s mostly SIr Not Appearing In This Novel with the exception of the extras? I’m counting him. It feels very silly and also very me that my favorite SVSSS character is this guy because like...he’s not even technically present in the novel proper as an actual person? Even Xiao Xingchen at least gets a corpse cameo.

Whatever, I’m counting him anyway. I was going to be like “I know he’s awful” but come on, this is a list of antagonists and I love characters dealing horribly with their trauma and also passing their trauma on to others in the worst way, and also characters who come to bad ends, and also characters who will see people thinking the worst of them and go “fine! sure! I will do nothing to correct these assumptions at all because fuck it, if people are going to hate me might as well go all in.”

5. Jun Wu. I know, I know! I feel like this is maybe the most unpopular of mine actually but I have a thing for...antagonists who are disappointed idealists who are now trying to ruin everyone else’s day/life to prove their point while at the same time (this is a read, but I think I can support it) wanting to be proved wrong, but also absolutely certain that they won’t. And his interactions with Xie Lian in book four as Bai Wuxiang are...well. they sure do hit a nail shaped like my character dynamic kinks right on the head

and I’ll talk about this more in my favorite TGCF moments answer that’s forthcoming (I’m just finishing the book first so I don’t forget anything!), but I also find the conclusion to his arc very satisfying in ways that I very seldom get in media.

honorable mentions: Ling Wen (honorable mention only because I don’t know that she actually counts, she’s only an ‘antagonist’ for a hot minute and she doesn’t actually do anything to our protagonists to seriously hurt them), Shen Qingqiu’s internalized homophobia (honestly probably the biggest antagonist of SVSSS, lbr), Xie Lian on a rampage, He Xuan’s skeleton fish.

I do also have a soft spot for Bingge even though we only see him for a hot minute. he’s just awful and a disaster and I love that for him.

are we counting Jiang Cheng as an antagonist? because I don’t but if we were he’d be on this list too.

honestly the only antagonists I actively dislike (as opposed to just find relatively uninteresting) are Jin Guangshan and Jin Zixun.

#thanad zid #conversating #the sad queer cultivators show #dysfunctional gods and ghost kinks #i need a custom svsss tag #i'm not going to tag this as meta because it's just me like. fucking gushing #but i will tag it as #top five meme #so i can find it again and since i did end up with five

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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Our Souls Crave This Magic- Chapter Three

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: All you want is a quiet year of university as you and your best friend, Edmund move to New York City. Though, that all changes when you meet the spoiled trust fund brat, Caspian. College au.

Warnings: fluff, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers

Words: 2463

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me,all characters are 18+

A/N: Literally just realised how many side characters I’ll have to put in this bc Narnia characters don’t work hahaha! Also, I know that Caspian’s parents are dead, omg Nathaniel Parker is his dad but in this they’re alive and well! Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think, please let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Three - An Odd Companionship

You were in heaven, or at least you were as close to heaven as you were ever likely to get as your eyes roamed over all the Halloween themed snacks. There were things that you’d hardly even heard of such as, pumpkin spiced m&ms and chocolate with candy corn in the middle. You loved Halloween, when you were in university in London; you loved to decorate your dorm room, even though 9 times out of 10 you’d be going out to a party. It seemed that Halloween was an even bigger thing over here in America so you knew that you had to decorate your loft apartment.

Glancing behind you, you laughed at the bored look on Edmund’s face; he looked over at you and scowled as he pulled a tongue at you. Lucy, on the other hand looked as excited as you felt, “ooh, marshmallow Oreos,” she grinned and her face lit up, “I should send some over to Susan,” she took a packet off the shelf and threw it into the cart.

Edmund groaned in frustration as he covered his eyes as he trailed behind, “I get why we’re decorating the loft, it’s a tradition and the both of you are obsessed. But, do we really need to buy all of the snacks?”

Ed wasn’t a fan of Halloween. Lucy gasped in horror as she placed her hand over her heart, she was so dramatic, “how can you even say that? These snacks trump the ones in England!” she scoffed at him before wandering down the aisle, intent on grabbing more snacks.

Ed carelessly flung an arm around your shoulders and you smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulder. Then, your best friend dropped a major bombshell, “Caspian is coming over to help us decorate,” you groaned in frustration, receiving stares from strangers but you didn’t care.

You pinched your temples as annoyance shot through every inch of your body. It was the worst news that you’d heard all day, “jesus, Ed! Why does he have to come over?”

Ed smirked as he looked at you without sympathy, “I think that you’re forgetting, Y/N, just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean I can’t be his friend.”

“He called me a slut,” you pouted as you both caught up with Lucy, you were still sore about that fact.

Ed huffed out a deep laugh, “actually, he didn’t.”

“He didn’t have to, Ed! It was implied.”

Edmund rolled his eyes and lowered his voice so Lucy wouldn’t hear the conversation you were both having, “okay, maybe it was implied but trust me, he didn’t mean it. I think he feels awful about it actually.”

You scoffed as you looked away, wrapping your arms around yourself, he should feel bad, Ed stopped you by placing his hands on your shoulders, worry etched into every corner of his freckled face, “Y/N,” he sighed, biting his lip and you knew that he was trying to find the right words, “please don’t lie to yourself and don’t pretend that you liked Caspian before all that happened. Don’t bring what your dad did into this, Caspian is not the same.”

Edmund’s eyes were so intense and worried that you had to look away, all of the Pevensie siblings were there for you when your dad betrayed your family. And for that, you felt eternally grateful. But, you didn’t want to talk about your dad.

“I can see that you really care about Caspian but I just don’t share your judgement but I suppose for you, I can tolerate him,” you smiled, “even though he is the most insufferable person that I’ve ever met, I hope you know that I would never ask you to choose between Caspian and I,” you would never make your best friend do that.

Edmund laughed as he cupped your cheek, “well that’s a good thing because I really like Caspian,” he smiled when you frowned at him and tilted your head, “you’re my best friend, Y/N, if I had to choose between you and Caspian, I would always choose you.”

You laughed bashfully as you rubbed the back of your neck; you weren’t used to people putting you first. Before you burst into tears like a total loser, you pulled Ed into a hug, inhaling the fresh scent of his aftershave.

Later on that day, you and Lucy entertained yourselves by working your way through some of the Halloween chocolate as you decorated the loft. It had been a long time coming but New York was finally beginning to feel like home. Presumably, Edmund was off somewhere sulking, he wasn’t getting involved with the whole decorating thing but you wanted to go all out. You knew that you’d probably be working on Halloween, but the beauty of college parties was the fact that they seemed to go on all night.

As you were adding fake cobwebs to the corners of the kitchen, there came a quiet knock on the door. Your blood ran cold and you scowled to yourself when Ed answered the door and you heard Caspian’s soft melodic voice. Despite yourself, you peered over your shoulder to look at the handsome man as he grinned at Ed and ran his hands through his thick hair. You were surprised when you noticed that he was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. You were almost fooled into believing that he was just like everyone else, but you knew the truth.

“Hi, Caspian,” Lucy shouted joyfully and you narrowed your eyes at her as she pulled him into a hug. What a traitor.

“Hey, Lucy,” you could hear the smile in Caspian’s voice and you rolled your eyes, “how are you?”

“I’m good thank you, I’m going to go and decorate the bedrooms, are you alright, Y/N?” you glanced back at Lucy who shot you a meaningful glance as she walked away.

Caspian bit his lip and looked at you from beneath his thick eyelashes, and you noticed that he had the decency to look guilty, “want any help, Y/N?” he muttered and you sighed, remembering the promise that you’d made to Ed.

“Sure, Caspian. You’re on skeleton duty,” you gestured to the plastic bones by the door, “don’t mess it up,” you teased.

Caspian smirked and you had to look away, he was so blindingly handsome in that moment, not that you’d ever admit it, “I’ll try not to.”

The both of you somehow managed to work in harmony for a little while until Caspian halted his movements and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him glance at you. You almost felt the burn of his eyes on your skin.

“Y/N,” he started and when you looked over at him you were surprised to see that his deep brown eyes were soft and a crease was forming in the middle of his forehead, “I owe you an apology; I didn’t mean what I implied the other week. I was in a bad mood, lack of sleep you know.”

You grimaced, it was your fault that he hadn’t got any sleep that night, “right,” you flushed as he walked behind you to grab some tape, the warm spicy scent of his aftershave washing over you, “I’m sorry about that.”

Caspian shrugged, “I think I was jealous too.”

His confession shocked you so much that you gasped and almost toppled off the chair that you were standing on. How was he jealous? “Jealous?” you squeaked.

Caspian’s eyes widened as he realised how it sounded and you could tell that he was trying to backtrack, “I swear, not in the way you think, it’s just, it’s been a while,” he flushed and you found that it was pretty endearing.

A frown graced your features as surprise wracked through your body, you hated Caspian but you weren’t blind to his attractive looks and mild mannerisms. Most girls would fantasise about him, “seriously?” you raised an eyebrow, “no park avenue princesses’ have won you over?”

Caspian let out a deep laugh that would reduce most people to a puddle, “nope,” he smiled as he picked up a can of silly string, “although I’m flattered that you’re surprised, even if you don’t think much of me.”

Caspian’s voice was teasing but you still kind of felt guilty, if you were being truthful, it wasn’t all that personal because you hated everyone like him, it didn’t matter who they were. People who had too much money and not enough sense got on your nerves.

“Trust me, Caspian I have my reasons for not liking you.”

Caspian touched your elbow gently as he walked past you, “I wish you would tell me what they are, because I know that you’re hiding something, Y/N.”

You wouldn’t open yourself up to Caspian, no matter how many sweet smiles that he shot your way. There was no way that you were going to be allying with your enemy; Hell would have to freeze over first.

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A couple of weeks later, Caspian was sitting in the living room of Edmund’s loft apartment with his text book open on the coffee table. The words in the text book in front of Caspian seemed to swim before his tired eyes, the young man groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face as his head began to throb. He glanced over at Edmund who was fast asleep with his cheek sticking to the paper of his essay with his mouth agape. Caspian chuckled and looked over at the clock; it was a little past 2 in the morning.

Caspian was glad that Ed had suggested that they studied at his apartment, Caspian had had a row with his housemates, they were some of his closest friends but lately, they were pissing him off. Caspian stretched his tired muscles, he needed to finish this essay but they had run out of coffee a little over an hour ago. He stood from the couch, fully intent on grabbing some more coffee when he saw that Y/N’s bedroom light was still on and the door was slightly ajar.

Biting his lip, Caspian decided to ask her if she wanted anything, he’d feel bad if he didn’t at least ask. He swallowed and peeked his head through her open door and he was awe struck with what he saw. Y/N had her back to him and she was painting a beautiful landscape of a castle in ruins, surrounded by mountains and an ocean. It was so hauntingly beautiful.

“Y/N?” he called out softly and she jumped as she was startled and she whipped around to look at him.

“Caspian?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was going to go and grab some coffee, do you want anything?”

Her lips parted slightly, like she was surprised that he’d even ask, her eyes were downcast for a second as she fiddled with her fingers. Caspian had never seen such a look on her face before, it seemed that she was in fact, human, “would you mind it if I came with you?”

“Oh!” Caspian exclaimed, gobsmacked that she wanted to go with him but she looked a little upset, maybe she needed a break, “sure, Y/N. Of course.

Y/N smiled tightly at him as she grabbed her distressed leather jacket before following Caspian into the main part of the loft. As soon as she saw the state that Ed was in she giggled, shaking her head. Her laugh was a pretty sound when it wasn’t directed at Caspian’s expense, “someone couldn’t cut it, huh?”

Caspian laughed at the smirk on her pretty face as they walked out into the cold night together, it was an odd companionship, “did you need a break or something? That’s the only reason I can think of as to why you would actually spend time with me willingly,” he teased and Y/N laughed as she bumped her shoulder against his.

“I sure did need a break; my art assignment is really kicking my arse.”

Caspian bit his lip and decided to try his luck, “is that what you were painting. From where I was standing, it looked beautiful.”

Almost at once, Y/N tensed up and her face grew stoic which was a shame, “thank you but um, no that’s something else,” she ran a hand through her messy hair but she didn’t elaborate.

“What was it?” Caspian asked with interest, they were actually having an adult conversation and he didn’t want to stop now.

Y/N scoffed as she gave him the side eye, “nice try, keep dreaming, pretty boy.”

Caspian chuckled as he held up his hands in defence, “can’t blame a guy for trying.”

As they were walking down the dark high street, Caspian internally groaned they ran into a family friend who was leaving a bar, he was completely insufferable. Why the hell was he in a bar in Brooklyn? Michael smirked as he looked from Caspian to Y/N, if Y/N thought that Caspian was an arrogant trust fund baby then he was nothing compared to this guy.

“Hello, Caspian, you’re out late, it definitely looks like you’re slumming it but I never would have believed it,” his lip curled when he noticed Caspian’s NYU jumper and Caspian’s blood boiled in anger. Michael raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Y/N, “at least you’re slumming it with a pretty girl.”

Y/N let out an angry breath as she glared at Michael, “watch it, wanker.”

Michael grimaced, his blue eyes cold and lifeless, “interesting, a mouthy British girl,” he let out a nasty laugh as he patted Caspian’s shoulder. Caspian clenched his jaw, he so wanted to punch Michael in his smarmy face, “make sure you call your mom.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Caspian lowered his voice as Michael pushed past them.

She nodded but she looked angry, angrier than Caspian had ever seen here, “what an arsehole. How do you know him?” she gritted her teeth as she glared at Michael’s retreating back.

“Family friend unfortunately, I have to put up with him,” Caspian muttered, distracted when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he sighed in frustration when she saw it was a text from his mum. What the hell was she doing up at this time? Did she have eyes everywhere or something?

‘Just because you haven’t been in touch with me sweetie, doesn’t mean you can get out of the wedding at the end of November, I hope you haven’t forgotten. Evelyn says that she hasn’t heard from you in a while, sort it out, Caspian x’

Caspian scowled as he angrily shoved his phone back into his pocket, talking to Evelyn hadn’t been a part of the deal. Not yet anyway.

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galacticjoelle · 4 years ago

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No Dice

Paring - Karlnapity (DSMP)

Type - Angst, Oneshot

[Content Warning]

Mention of suicidal thoughts, description of scars, and Angst

Authors note: this angst one shot features a head cannon of mine where Quackity can shapeshift his face. His shifted face is usually “:]” however since the battle between him and techno, it’s difficult to hold it. This means while Quackity has intense emotions, he loses control of it.

Las Nevadas was hot and humid, no comforting breeze. Quackity stood atop the needle, watching the sand as if by some miracle it would turn to water. He pondered how long it would take if he jumped. He knew his wings were binded, hidden behind tape and his button up. There would be no turning back unless he managed to break his fall. But it was too soon to do that, he had just begun his reign and his mission. However all of this reflection was interrupted when he saw a reflection in the fountain water.

Mixes of light blue and shades of purple painted the water as a figure dipped his hands into it. Quackity’s usual smile glitched, emotion over coming his ability to concentrate on the shape shifting of his face. A twang of pain tugged at his heart and his gut as he watched Karl fish out a shiny penny and flip it with his fingers. What on earth was he doing here.

Quackity left the railing and down the needle elevator, composing himself as much as he could. What reason would Karl have to visit Las Nevadas? Had someone told Karl of his whereabouts? Had slime explored too far and gotten too close? As the elevator doors opened before him, his face of panic shifted into a “:]” once again. Karl’s back was to the needle doors as he looked at the tall buildings before him in awe. Karl had seen many places that were above such a scale but Karl found amazement each time. He pocketed the penny as he heard steps that met pavement roads.

“Hello Karl! What brings you to Las Nevadas?” Quackity’s artificial smile and forced hospitality didn’t bother Karl, who looked back at the man.

“Hi! I was looking for a friend of mine when I saw the sign, the lights are gorgeous.” Karl gleamed at the fountain and the pools beyond it. Quackity felt anxious as he took in Karl’s words. Who was he looking for- why did he talk to me like he didn’t know me? He acts like we didn’t know eachother at a-

“You said my name, is there by any chance I know you?” Karl smiled at the man, he felt a faint sense of familiarity from him but couldn’t quite pin point it. Karl watched as the fake smile of Quackity’s glitch out of proportion. Quackity felt himself grow sick. He didn’t recognize him. Was this some cruel prank? Did Sapnap put him up to this? The absence of his 8-bit smile revealed the horrid scar left behind. A reminder that he failed. The scar exposed his tooth, now replaced with gold. It traveled from his lower lip to the top of his eyebrow. His eye was white and milked over.

Karl couldn’t quite tell why but he felt himself fall for Quackity. Was it the color of his eye? Or maybe the way he presented himself? The way he stared at Karl like a guilt ridden lover? It all felt too familiar. As if they had shared night beneath stars while laughing. He imagined nights where silly insults turned into timeless pillow fights. Perhaps it was love at first sight. That’s it. Love at first sight.

Karl grew nervous as Quackity began to pick at his sleeves behind his back. “Sorry- did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean to offend you- uh, what was your name again?” Karl’s expression was softer this time, worried for the person standing before him. He felt as if he was approaching a duckling with a hurt wing. Karl reached out to him. No thought was done before hand, it’s as if he knew that it was the right thing to do. Karl’s fingertips snapped Quackity out of his panic and he swatted his hand away from his scar.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” It was less of a question and more of a statement. Quackity had a fist in one pocket and the other at his side. He was on the defensive now. “First you don’t talk to me for months, then create a country and fail to tell me, and then- OH AND THEN YOU COME TO MY COUNTRY AND CLAIM NOT TO KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?” Despite the hot air, Karl felt a shiver shoot through his spine and took a step back. “Did Sapnap put you up to this? Did he really want to rub it in my face? Or was it George’s idea since you two love to replace me.” Quackity took a step forward. Karl took some back, nearly tripping and falling into the fountain.

Karl didn’t know what to say. Sapnap? What did his Fiancé have to do with Las Nevadas? Did he know this person? Why was he so upset? “Replace you?” Karl watched Quackity’s eyes for anything. Any clue to why he was being bombarded with anger. Quackity’s face only neutralized as he backed up. He felt as if it wasn’t worth the time and effort to get through this cruel charade.

Quackity opened his mouth to speak when he saw an intensity of heat waves approach the entrance of Las Nevadas. A fire roared beyond the sign and sand as a figure emerged from the forest. A man birthed from the lava of the nether. “Your Prince Charming has come to save you. How sweet.”

Sapnap had a temperament that had a reputation for being hot. If the desert wasn’t hot before, it was boiling now.

“Leave Karl out of this.” Karl turned his head to Sapnap, happy to see him but confused on why he was also so hostile. Sapnap was no taller than Karl but still had some height on Quackity as he stood over him. Quackity took some steps back as Sapnap grew too hot to be around.

“Oh, if it isn’t the traitor. Welcome home, love.” Quackity’s pet name was filled with sarcasm as his confident mask was being slipped on. Despite this, Quackity still had no control over the shifting of his face, his anxiety betraying him.

“You’re the one that didn’t join us. Karl told you about Kinoko Kingdom and you never came to visit. You tore down our home too, how do you think I felt when I came looking for you and everything was gone-“

“YOU NEVER CAME TO TELL ME YOU HAD ANOTHER HOME AND INSTEAD YOU REPLACED ME WITH GEORGE!” Quackity lost it as Sapnap’s face of anger turned into shock. He didn’t know?

“I told him to join?”

Sapnap’s heat cooled as his stomach sank. “Karl? What do you mean- you didn’t tell Quackity?” Karl stood still, watching the betrayed face of his fiancé and a betrayed leader.

“Quackity?”

Sapnap almost burst into tears by the sheer confusion on his lovers face. He forgot about their third. The trio was down to two, or rather to Karl, it was always just two.

“You can drop the stupid act.” Quackity’s hands went behind himself as he straightened up. He was tired of this. He didn’t need to hear this. He didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want to believe that the love of his life had forgotten the existence of him. “If you’re not here to play any of the games we have here, I’m not going to sit around and play yours.” Quackity turned to leave but Sapnap’s grip found his wrist.

“What- do you really think I’d put Karl to this? You know that Karl’s memory gets spotty each time he-“

Quackity ripped his arm from Sapnaps grasp, nearly sobbing on the spot, angry and confused. Grieving over someone who’s standing before him. He couldn’t dare look at Karl. Karl’s eyes were all too familiar. A reminder that the three of them watched the stars together. A reminder that the three of them had melted gold into rings. That the rings were engraved with their initials. Their promises. But Quackity questioned the strength of promises. Were they still promises if he doesn’t even remember them anymore.

“Will you just listen-“ Sapnap tried to plead, but Quackity only stood there.

“Lets flip a coin. Heads that I stay and listen to your bullshit excuses or tails, you two are to leave Las Nevadas until you’re finally ready to gamble.” Quackity waltzed over to Karl, holding out a palm. Karl looked at Quackity’s fingers. He saw flashes of the same scene happening, except Karl placed his hand in his and they began to dance. That’s when he noticed that his ring finger had a tan line. A ring was there, almost the same intricate design as his own.

Karl hesitantly took the penny he fished out of the fountain and placed it into his hand. The feeling of his skin against his fingers lingered in his head as Quackity walked backwards, away from the two. His face shifted, covering any emotion with his signature 8-bit smile. The coin was flipped and the copper penny reflected into Karl’s eyes. He remembered Quackity trying to teach him how to flip a coin. All too familiar but too blurry to be sure it happened.

Quackity then caught the coin and held it up for everyone to see.

Tails.

“Awe. No dice! If only there was another chance for a redo. Oh well! I guess Lady Luck just didn’t come around this time.” Sapnap stood still and motionless as Quackity took two fingers and whistled. The distant clopping of hooves approached as a Skeleton steed emerged from the sand covered in gold. “C’mon Ossium.” One last look was shared between Karl and this not so distant stranger. For a moment, the artificial smile was more sad than it was taunting.

As Quackity rode off Sapnap turned to Karl. “What did we do wrong.” He dropped his head onto Karl’s shoulder, Karl still watching the steed carry off the gambling man.

“He still wears it.”

Sapnap looked up at Karl. “What?” His voice was hoarse. Too broken and upset, he didn’t care.

“He still wears it. The ring.”

This ripped through Sapnap as he began sobbing into Karl, who wrapped his arms around the nether born man. A sense of grief was present within Karl but all too distant for him to cry.

Karl looked up to the sign of Las Nevadas, looking for answers to why he couldn’t remember... Quackity... he liked that name. As he gazed off, he watched as a red cloaked figure passed the hill into the forest, leaving a trail of mushrooms in their wake.

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Here's an itadori fic I originally posted on ao3 with an alternate ending because I didn't write this one at 5 a.m. whilst falling asleep. Also reader is a girl here.

Crouched against a wall you breathed in deep breaths. How'd you get here again? Oh yeah, your teacher sent you on a mission thinking it was just to receive some dumb kids from a haunted hospital but apparently a special grade demon lived here. Not one, but two! You weren't the main protagonist and yet here you were holding your breath as a lower grade demon passed. Your sensei told you that finding the kids were the main priority. Your teammate Sugoku had shouted out 4 minutes ago that he found a kid and your other teammate Meili had yet to say a word. Good thing you were good at tracking cursed energy. Standing up slowly you peaked around the corner of the wall you were hiding behind. You could see her footsteps trailing up the staircase. With one last glance you darted up the stairs. There was no use in fighting more demons when you still had children to save after all. As you ascended the stairs you could hear faint grunts and sounds of metal being hit together. Following the sound you were greeted with your teammate Meili who seemed to have a dislocated right shoulder as she fought one of the special grade demons.

You wholeheartedly could feel her pain just standing there and the look in her eyes said she was about to give in at any moment. Without caring you charged forward managing to push her out of the way of a large attack. This sent you flying into the wall, a large crack in it from where you landed. Sliding to the ground you seethed. Meili was alright, for now. You noticed the young boy that was behind the demon. He was shaking as he stood frozen in fear. If only you could get to him from here. Focusing back on the demon he only spared you a few seconds of inner monologue before he began charging at you once more. At least he wasn't attacking Meili this time. Breathing in you took to your feet and began running to put some distance between you. Your technique wasn't the best suited for close combat and your physical strength wasn't very high at all. That's okay, as long as you could move your feet you were guaranteed some kind of hope. Making sure to run past the boy, you grabbed Meili and pulled her forward. The next thing you knew she disappeared and was now next to the child. Your Technique Flash Steps allowed you to make a shoe imprint in the form of a footstep to use as a teleporter. As long as you had enough cursed energy to maintain it and multiple footsteps to teleport to and fro it was a good bet.

You got distracted having your eyes on the Meili and the young boy you didn't see the arm coming at you at full force. Therefore you took another hit right in the stomach. It'd be a miracle if you got out of this alive. Being knocked right back into the wall you so graciously met a few minutes ago, your head was now pounding. Bloodied and bruised you took some time to stand up this go around. If only you had some kind of weaponry. What would Yuuji do at a time like this? He was sort of your inspiration in a way. Not only did he have crazy stamina but also really good physical strength unlike you. You made up for what you lacked in speed and intelligence. The one thing you both had in common though, was that you never gave up! Earlier you left a footstep by the entrance of the hospital, not knowing that two special grades resided here. You tried to focus your energy on keeping that teleporter opened. Your energy was fading on that specific marker and you could tell many people had unknowingly trampled onto the footstep which gradually made it weaker. Along with the fact that you weren't pouring ridiculous amounts of cursed energy into it. Getting into a defensive position you glared at the demon as he began to attack. Ducking and dodging was your current strategy as you thought about the best way to get Meili and that young boy out of here. Your stamina was decreasing steadily along with your will to fight. You would give it another five minutes before you passed out. Most of your energy had been used up earlier fighting lower ranked demons not to mention having to continuously pour a higher amount of cursed energy into the footprint you left at the entrance.

You would have to put down another footprint in order for Meili and the young boy to be able to escape. The energy in the current one on which they stood was also steadily fading out. It would be less of a strain to make a new marker that can quickly be used than to pour energy into the one on which they stood. Whilst also trying not to get killed. What can you say? You definitely weren't the strongest and you hoped that you'd be able to live in the future where you can fight against a powerful demon and still have large amounts of cursed energy left while using it in a technique. Blocking an attack with your arms you were pushed back but other than the burning sensation you were fine. "Meili! I need you to run at the demon with the boy." You said ducking under a punch.

Meili looked at you worriedly then at the boy whom she was cradling. "You have enough strength to make it! I won't let you get killed I promise. He's our priority remember and you won't stand a chance fighting this demon by yourself." You managed to land a direct hit, buying you a bit of time. "You're the only one that can do this!"

"But you'll die!" Meili choked out.

You smiled at her knowingly, one of your eyes was only half open from the bruising you endured and you were pretty sure half of your ribcage was broken. "That's what I signed up for." You said truthfully. This is a job for which you must be prepared to die. Your dad used to tell you a story about a scarecrow when you were younger. It was a silly tale. One day the scarecrow's friend had been attacked by crows. They pecked and pecked until his friend was no more. The scarecrow was saddened and came off of his post to hold what was left of his friend in his arms. He could hear his friend repeat the motto he lived by. "Those who break the rules are scum, but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum." In the end the scarecrow stayed there until the crows eventually pecked him away as well. You like to think in the end the two friends were united.

With a battle cry you watched Meili charge up behind the demon as you charged at him from the front. Thankfully he was more focused on you then on her. With a stomp you placed down a footprint and slid under the demon. Once he turned around and stepped onto your footprint an explosion ignited from under him. That was your attack called Flash Bomb. It allows you to detonate a footstep. Blinding him for a second, you placed another footprint down and pushed Meili onto it. "Tell sensei and Sugoku I'm sorry." You said before she disappeared as well as the curse energy you felt from the footprint she was teleported to. It seems you're only escape route had left as well. The demon stared at you as he now understood that you're friend had left. A low grumble of a laugh emitted from his throat and you winced as he pushed you into the wall. There goes your vocal cords, now. You couldn't scream for help as his hands were on your throat. So this is how you were going out, strangled to death. Couldn't he have killed you in a less painful way? "I hope whoever should find you next, offers you a swift and painful death." You gasped. His eyes turned red and he cocked his arm back getting ready to punch the life out of you. Shutting your eyes tightly you inhaled sharply and awaited your death. To your surprise a gust of wind was what hit you.

That doesn't make any sense. Opening your eyes you could only see pink hair and a red hood who had caught the demon's arm before it got the chance to hit you. The man before you returned s punch of his own which in return sent the demon soaring to the other end of the room. He turned around to look at you and you gasped for air. You weren't sure if you were that surprised or if it was because you were being choked to death a mere moments before.

".......Yuuji" you hummed a grin on your face. Maybe you would actually get out of this alive.

"Y/n when Gojo said we had to rescue a team I didn't expect it to be yours." He spoke loudly his eyes trailing your body with concern. A part of you almost looked twisted and it scared him to think this is how much damage demons cause average humans with no cursed energy. It hurt him even more to know that this demon had hurt a classmate of his. "Anyway, consider me as backup. I accidentally stepped onto one of your teleporters in the hallway and ended up here." He said with a small smile. You were glad to know that at least a little bit of your cursed energy still resided to activate your technique. "Don't move okay, you look like you're going to fall off your own skeleton." He said before turning around and in the speed of light he had landed an attack on the demon. You couldn't help but wonder what his training process was like or if he was always this physically strong. Your punches only managed to move the beast a few steps back, Yuuji on the other hand had no issues knocking him into the wall.

Your eyes could barely keep up as you watched the two going at it at an incredible speed. Before you knew it though Yuji had taken some damage and slid back right into you. "Your sensei is fine, Gojo is helping her out. He said something about her being weak. Your teammates also made it out with both of the kids safely thanks to you. If I can just keep this up long enough until someone else comes then we have a chance of getting out of this." You could imagine your sensei now, she always had a sweet demeanor but anything about Gojo Satoru made her blood boil. You couldn't really blame her. It was heartwarming to know your teammates were alive and probably waiting on you to join them. You just wished you could do more. Be stronger, have more cursed energy, be able to fight better. Then again this was a demon way out of any student's league.

"I have a plan" you said to him. Yuuji wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you away from the demon who had come speeding at the two of you. When you were within safe distance he removed it. Yuuji wasn't usually the planning type, but he wouldn't knock it if it meant that you'd both be safe. "Okay start talking because he's coming fast." The pink haired male pointed to the approaching demon.

"I'm going to activate my technique! Wherever you see footprints just hit it. As fast as you can and as hard as you can." You said and he nodded. With a cough you did a hand sign and unleashed your technique. "Flash forward!" You exclaimed as footprints began to form on the demon's body. Without further explanation Yuuji launched forward punching the spots with footprints, occasionally he also used one of his known techniques called black flash.

Your technique flash forward allows you to highlight the weak spots on the opponents body. It's in the form of a shoe print. You began sending kicks as you could tell the demon was being affected. That technique took almost all of your cursed energy and the only thing that kept you from fainting was the fear you were experiencing. You and Yuuji stepped back to take a breather. The demon winding up to charge at you again. "You don't happen to have another teleporter hand do ya?" Yuuji frowned.

"Nope." You said simply as you held onto him for dear life. At least you two would die together.

In a flash of light you heard a very familiar voice. "Let me show you what real teleportation looks like." Of course a smirk came along with the delivery of that line. Ah great now the last thing you'd see before death was Gojo Satoru.

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It's been 3 weeks since the fight at the abandoned hospital. It turned out that the two boys went in there to play hide and seek and only got lost and tormented by the demons. Gojo Satoru ended up killing both or the special grade demons and your injuries landed you in the school's own hospital for a week and a half. Turns out you did have a few broken ribs and your vocal cords were slightly damaged. With some rest you'd be fine after some time. It's been a week and a half of steady rest and you would often attend your classes and go to your dorm room to get some shut eye or entertain yourself with some manga and terrible reality TV shows.

Today in particular you were in for a surprise. It wasn't particularly hard to miss a 190 cm man with white hair standing outside your door. Especially when he seemed to be out of uniform. Random visits from Gojo weren't unexpected but they still took you by surprise every now and then. This time it seems he brought something. You kept your head down as you used your keys to open the door to your room and walked inside. He entered too closing the door behind him. "Y/N!" His cheerfully loud voice bounced off your walls. Here we go again. "What aren't you happy to see your favorite cousin?" He said giving you a tight squeeze.

"Gojo...." You squeaked as he was hugging too tightly. Once he let go, you glared up at him. "We are distant relatives. So distant we most likely aren't related."

Gojo tilted his head to the side. "Hmmm, that didn't stop your clan from trying to kill me." He answered and you sighed kicking off your shoes. He was right after all. Even if your clan was a very very distant branch of his they still held on to past grudges and hated how the main family and clan treated them. You understood why your elders were mad but right now the only member who cared to do something about it is a high school teacher and possibly the only person standing in the way of demonic destruction and your lifespan on Earth.

"What brings you here? And with gifts. You don't usually bring me anything." You said taking a seat at your small dining table that only had two chairs. He placed the bags in the middle of the table and sat down on the opposite end.

"Are you trying to say that I don't care for my best cousin?!" He feigned dramatically as he placed his hand over his chest.

"I'm the only one you even know. Besides that's not where your heart is, you maroon." You laughed.

"Oh I know." Gojo smirked. Ah you really did hate him at times. "These" He started off waving his hands around. "Are from Itadori. He wanted me to bring you this soup because he knows about your throat and he was trying to give this to you earlier but he couldn't seem to catch up with you."

Your eyes widened. He actually cared enough to send you soup? This small action only intensified the growing crush you had on him for months now. Well if he bought you the soup then who bought whatever was in the other bag?

Gojo watched your eyes trail over to the bag and he spoke up once more. "Aww glad you noticed your nice older cousin decided to gift you with some sweets." He hummed. "I ate half of them on the way here though." He said laughing his ass off.

"Get out!" You pointed towards the door.

"I would but I do have some compelling news. I heard that your clan was thinking of promoting you due to the skills you showcased during that fight. They thought it was highly commendable and was shocked you were even still alive." He said leaning back in his chair. Ah yes the elders of your clan. You weren't shocked to hear what they thought of you now that your powers have been showcased. They were always focused on status and power. No one even came by to check on you or call in to see how your studies were going. Not when they had others your age who were way above you in terms of skill.

"They can promote someone else. I'm not interested." You said grabbing the soup and started opening it. Who cares if it was cold? You felt like suppressing your anger somehow.

"Isn't this a good opportunity for you?" Gojo asked folding his arms as he quirked an eyebrow.

"Perhaps, if my clan wasn't so power driven." You shoved a spoon into your mouth. They treated weaker members no different than how the main branch treated them, bunch of hypocrites.

"That seems to be a hereditary trait." Gojo said making you laugh. "You know if you really got a handle on your strength and cursed energy limitations you could surpass anyone in your clan." He leaned forward watching you eat. You could catch a glimpse of his eyes when his shades fell a little off his nose. "If I had a cousin like you I'd be proud." You dropped your spoon into the soup a bit frightened by what you had heard. He seemed so genuine about it too. "IF I had a cousin that is." He teased sticking his tongue out at you.

What were you going to do with this idiot? Even if the two of you weren't the best of friends you still shared some familial bond and you viewed Gojo as an older brother in a way. "Anyway I've got to go. Being the strongest doesn't allow me to mope around all day like you do." He said getting up and heading to the door.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." You grumbled from your seat.

"Y/N please, you know it can't." He turned to leave and you heard the door close. A few seconds later it opened once more. "Do me a favor and ask out Yuuji, he's driving me crazy blabbering on about you." And with that he left and your room was silence once again. Looking down at the soup you could see that it was none other than Alphabet soup Yuuji had gifted you. He wanted you to ask out the guy that gave you alphabet soup? Laughing to yourself you put the lid on and rushed to the kitchen to put the rest away. Maybe you'd take Gojo up on that offer if he wasn't so annoying. You figured Yuuji could bother him some more and talk about his favorite cousin after all. Speaking of the sorcerer, how were you going to thank him?

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The next few days resulted in you running from Itadori everytime you got the chance. It was harder than it sounded, that boy was fast, really fast! He managed to corner you this afternoon in a hallway. "Y/N! You forgot your homework!" He sped at you like a charging bull waving the paper around. Thanking him you accepted the paper and met his eyes. "It's so hard to catch up up with you." He sighed. "I've been wondering how you were doing after that fight. It was really grueling, and you were in the hospital for weeks! I got out after a couple of days but I do heal a bit quicker than most. I made sure to visit you everyday." He rambled on.

You listened to him and appreciated the fact that he took it upon himself to make daily visits to you. How'd he even manage that everyday? Didn't he have like a busy schedule usually? "What about Sugoku and Meili?" You asked as you began to fold the paper in half.

"What about them?" Yuuji lifted an eyebrow in confusion. The look on his face was so endearing it made you crack a smile.

"Did you visit them too?" You hummed and watched as his face grew surprised and then bashful.

"Ah well...." He started out then looked away. You noticed a tinge of pink on his cheeks. "I....I uh- didn't have the time."

"Itadori you're a terrible liar." You chuckled and he just stared at you for a second before laughing it off. You didn't want to pry but if there was really a reason behind why he visited only you, you'd be pretty ecstatic to hear it. "Thanks for the Alphabet soup by the way. It was really good." You nodded.

"I'm glad you liked it. It's my favorite kind because I can spell out lots of things in it. My favorite thing to spell out is probably my name but I wanna see if it would work using cursed techniques." You saw his eyes light up when he mentioned the latter. Hmm, you suppose that would be interesting.

"I'm willing to test that theory, Yuuji." You made a mental note to buy him alphabet soup if he should ever get sick. Looking down you listened to see if he had anything left to say. After a few moments of silence you started to turn away. "I'll see you in class then! Thanks for the homework!"

"Yeah....see you" You looked back to see him still where you left him, waving at you.

Why didn't you just ask him out?! It's obvious he has to like you right? At least as a friend. Besides he would never turn down food. Stooping in your tracks you clenched your fists and turned around. "Yuuji!" You shouted down the hallway and saw the boy spin around pretty quickly, causing himself to lose his balance for a moment. "Let's go get alphabet soup later!" You said loudly and he gave you a thumbs up.

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It was the weekend. Exactly 3 days since you had asked Yuuji to get some soup with you. It was never specified that it was a date and you honestly didn't mind whether it was or wasn't. I mean how could you now after he had invited his team along too? Kugisaki and Megumi almost seemed like twins sometimes with their reactions to Itadori's odd behavior but then a switch would hit and Kugisaki would be right along with him acting like a fool. Megumi, however was more occupied with his phone or anything else he deemed to be 'less embarrassing than you two'. It was nice seeing their dynamics as your team only had one boy and 2 girls whilst theirs was the opposite.

It was nice making new friends for a change. Kugisaki had worked up quite the rebellious reputation at school but she was really just straightforward about everything. Megumi was feared by quite a few people in your school even in higher grades but he was sort of just a presence in a way. Not positive nor negative just there. Itadori was liked by most people but he wasn't a social butterfly so you enjoyed seeing him relax with his friends.

When Itadori dragged Megumi along to buy something from a store you had the chance to speak with Nobara as the two of you waited for their return. "He's such an idiot." The brunette said glancing in the direction that the two boys had run off to. You stayed quiet wondering if there was more to what she had to say and there was. "This was supposed to be a date right y/n-chan?" Surprised at the honorific attached to the end of your name you shook your head.

"Not really" you dragged out.

"So that's a yes?" Nobara concluded.

"I think its a little too early to go on a date with the guy since he doesn't exactly know how I feel, besides he managed to introduce me to some pretty cool people so I think the alphabet soup was worth it." You laughed.

The rest of the day went by smoothly with the boys hauling all of Nobara's shopping bags. You only bought a few items and was more than happy to carry your own bags to take the load off of the guys. Arriving back at the school you sighed as you flopped onto your bed. What an eventful day. It was pretty funny seeing the things that the team got caught up in even without their teacher around.

I'll take you on a proper date next time, but we still have to get alphabet soup.

A buzz from your phone that was in your pocket alerted you. Reaching to grab it you looked to see that it was from none other than Itadori. It read:

Your eyes widened as you sprung up out of bed. He caught on?! Happily you jumped around your room making a mental reminder to apologize yo your downstairs neighbors if need be. Remembering you still needed to text back you grabbed your phone off the bed.

You've got a deal!

Now who to text first? Nobara, Meili or Miwa?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk itadori #itadori yuji imagines #itadori yuuji #itadori x y/n #itadori x reader

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