#also hella innuendo
Note
Consider: something like this w/Peter.
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGed5Ysh5/
Like, Peter gets hurt on a mission and he comes back with just a couple bruises and he's like, "it's just a bruise, I was shot in my costume".
[Cue the touch bit here]
Idk, I'm just,,,,, thinking,,,,, 😳😳😳
A/N- I made this wayyy longer than it had to be but.. sue me? I decided to do Reader/Peter’s introduction too because why the hell not! Also, whats a fic of mine without smut, huh?
Medical Malpractice and Awkward Interactions🔥
Peter Maximoff x fem!reader SMUT 🔥
Summary: Many times Peter Maximoff embarrasses himself in front of you, and one time you patch him up… and screw him against a shower wall. It’s standard first-aid procedure, right?
Warnings: slow burn (kinda), pining, blood, wounds, LOTS of sexual innuendoes, Nurse/Patient role-play, handjob, p in v, oral (Peter receiving), dirty talk, grinding, public humiliation, creampie, shower sex
Word Count: 9905
Taglist: @kaismanwich @evpeters87 @pretzel-bunnie (Please ask if you want to be added/removed!)
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For most of his thirty plus years of his life, Peter Maximoff considered himself as a relatively easy person to get along with. He had friends who were somewhat happy to have him as company, despite his overly-outgoing nature and lack of social cues.
Magda had raised him to the best of her ability, or at least until the damned speedster mutation kicked in at twelve. After school nights of pretend tea-parties with Wanda or playing kick-the-can with the neighborhood children turned into petty-theft and a challenge of sending poor mama Maximoff on the brink of insanity and financial instability.
So yeah, said mutation sorta sent Peter into a boisterous, thieving tailspin. But hey, at least he wasn’t a complete jackass.
He never smoked, never drank, and since joining the Xmen, Peter only stole things from major companies that wouldn’t notice it was missing in the first place; and occasionally the few Rainbow or Jimi Hendrix vinyls that caught his attention passing by. ‘No one’s perfect, prof!’ Peter would tell Xavier as he returned to the mansion, only to be greeted by an unimpressed shake of the head.
And yes, he did pay back the money his mother paid for the local police to keep the mass amount of snack cakes in his basement under wraps. Once again, Peter wasn’t a complete jackass.
But then, he met you. You were a fellow professor at Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Children, and were renowned across campus - if you weren't teaching music theory, you could either be found giving study sessions for students falling behind or making your famed lasagna bake whenever the Xmen came home from a mission - and you were loved for it.
And you were pretty. Like, shit! Hella pretty. Whether it was your skill at engaging everyone in your lectures or your jaw-droppingly gorgeous face, you held the unofficial record for the most loved on campus. Peter, as the school’s physical education teacher, was second place, and for once he didn't mind getting the silver medal.
He'd heard about you in the staff room one morning. All good things. A real glowing report card. Everyone loved you and for good reason, apparently. But you hadn’t met yet.
That was until Peter realized your class was in the morning and an hour before his PE lesson began, so he decided to snoop around to check out if you were as good as everyone said you were.
Arriving at the back of the classroom, Peter pushed his goggles up to his head, tufts of silvery soft hair coming with it.
And there you were in all your glory, sitting back on your desk and waving to everyone as they walked in, the occasional student getting 'Love your new look, Cynthia!', 'Ready for class, Michael?' or a giant grin and the sporadic finger guns.
Okay, so you were kind too. Kind and pretty. Kind and pretty and obviously smart enough to get a doctorate. Though, how hard was it to get a degree in music; what did you even have to know? Def Leppard formed back in ‘77, Neil Peart is the best drummer of all time, blah blah blah. Pssht, enter Peter into an exam and he’d have a degree in lickedey split!
The fact you had devoted your life to getting a music doctorate compelled Peter to wonder what your taste in said music was. Admittedly, he wasn’t so keen on the idea of you lecturing if Charles had formulated the curriculum himself. What did that old man even listen to? Peter found it hard to imagine his higher up rockin’ it out to Journey.. and God forbid- Black Sabbath?!
Definitely not. Xavier would be limited to the likes of Beethoven. Peter's skin crawled at the thought. Expand your horizons, you powdered-wig wearin’ maniacs!
No matter. If you did turn out to be some kind of sonata orchestral devotee, you wouldn’t be able to resist Peter’s charisma and persuasive techniques. Said persuasion would be helluva lot of nagging in your ear until you subsequently cave; and you would, because everyone does. And eventually you would join the light side of the force, and Peter would teach you the music ‘way of the jedi.’
"Hi! Hello everybody!" You greeted cheerfully and stood up, waving your arms around for emphasis. “It’s great to see you all back looking nice and refreshed!”
Peter normally would have snorted in irony. In most cases, an hour-long lecture at six am in the morning wouldn’t have people ready to learn and raring for the day ahead. In Xavier’s literature lectures, one could easily mistake the students to be flesh-eating, grumbling zombies who hadn’t seen a ray of sunlight in a millennium.
However, as he looked around the room from his seat in the very back, the students filing in had almost cheshire grins on their faces, smiling eagerly at your buzzing figure and sitting up straight in their seats.
Peter’s eyes flitted back to you. The bell bottom jeans you were wearing were dark and fit you perfectly, the flare swishing around as you slowly paced around the room. For the first couple of minutes, he didn't hear a thing you were saying because the swaying was far too distracting.
His eyes trailed upwards. A faux shearling collared leather jacket hung off your frame, belt loose at the hem and clashing against your hip when you took a step. You looked like something straight out of the 60s: and Peter was totally diggin’ it.
The zip was undone, allowing a slither of your t-shirt underneath to show the letters “ardbi” peaking out in a red font. His heart leapt. The Yardbirds, nice, and fitting. Right this second Peter’s walkman hummed the tune of ‘Layla’ by Eric Clapton through his headphones. Quiet enough so he could hear your voice, but loud enough so his head could bop along to the instrumental. Shuffling in his seat, Peter adjusted his RUSH t-shirt, as if wanting him to catch your attention so you could strike up a conversation about it.
What would he say if you did? He needed to impress you, stat; before Scott could find you and chat you up with his extensive motorcycle knowledge that seemed to be all the rage nowadays. Pfft. RUSH was cooler anyways.
All in all, you didn't look like the stereotypical lecturer. Your outfit was far from professional attire, but it didn’t matter; the kids loved you.
Peter was addicted to all of you; from the browline glasses on your head to the Mary Janes on your feet. It was comforting.
"I know you’ve all been working so hard this past semester," you began, leaning against the podium casually, your arms folded as you eyed the students. "And the lovely gentleman that is Professor Xavier would never allow this, but I've decided we can allow ourselves a breath of fresh air and watch a film today."
Cheers and excited whispers rang out in the room as the students smiled impossibly harder, rushing to shove their textbooks into their bags so the film could start.
“Now hold on!” Your laugh graced Peter’s ears, holding your hands up to settle the class. “We haven’t yet discussed the film options! How do we feel about ‘Bobby deerfield’?”
Groans and scoffs resonated through the classroom, and a girl with pigtails a few rows in front of Peter spoke out. “You’re not kiddin’ anybody miss! Everybody knows that film is wack!”
You laughed and stood off the podium, moving towards the open window that was letting in a cold draft. “You know me too well, Jubilee. No one likes that film.” You bent over an empty desk to reach over, closing the window and turning the lock to the right “How about The Empire Strikes Back?”
In a moment of total stillness in the classroom, Peter let out a choked-off groan. Whether it was the sight of you bent over a desk or the mention of that god-tier film, he wasn’t all too sure.
Silence.
Peter knew he had royally embarrassed himself yet again when howls and giggles erupted in the classroom, some students convulsing in laughter and others wolf-whistling as you paused, turning to look back at him.
Jubilee turned around in her seat to stare at her PE teacher, ponytails swinging wildly as she covered her mouth with her hand and guffawed. Peter’s cheeks burned.
"Excited for the film are we, Mr Maximoff?" You quizzed, bemused.
Oh, you noticed too. Great. But you knew his name. Cool, less sarcastically speaking. You were both staff members of the same school so it wasn't that outlandish, but Peter’s stomach still flipped nonetheless.
"Yeh.. aha.. Erm- yunno Luke became a Jedi master in this film, right?" Peter blurted out instinctively, his thoughts in overload under your stare. He kissed his teeth and nodded his head in affirmation. “Pretty.. Pretty cool stuff.”
Congratulations, you thirty-somethin’ year old virgin. You have well and truly out-nerded yourself. This chick will certainly be beggin’ for you to burrow yourself between her thighs now.
Peter swallowed, waiting for someone to say something. Literally anything. All he was met with was muffled giggles and snorts echoing around him. He teaches people in this lecture, dim-wit! How were they gonna respect him and do laps in his classes now, O’ Jedi Master connoisseur?
You grinned sweetly, amused, silently waving your hand for your students to quieten down "Thank you for sharing that, Mr Maximoff, truly. Although I have seen this film before." You nodded in acknowledgement to his RUSH shirt and then returned your focus to the class before Peter could word vomit anything else.
You began to ramble on again. It made sense. Why would you pay attention to him when you had a job to do?
What could he do? Embarrass himself further by standing on his desk and demanding that you have a conversation that ends with you saying, 'Wow, Peter, you're so smart and fast and criminally handsome. Would you like to go to a record store so you can continue to impress me with the sheer amount of knowledge you have stored inside that adorable silver-haired noggin’ of yours?'
A mumble still traveled across the class, primarily because one of their teachers is a raging airhead, but you shushed them quickly by clapping your hands together. It was a casual movement, but one that got everyone's undivided attention again.
"Can anyone guess what year it came out?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the blur of a hand go up but you weren’t going to call on them, and so, Peter was left with his palm awkwardly facing towards the stage. You reiterated your question, "Can any of my students take a guess? Mr Maximoff, I'd appreciate it if you could give my class at least 2 minutes so they can discuss the answer."
Peter’s hand lowered slowly and he narrowed his eyes at the person snickering next to him.
“Don’t make me give yer extra laps next lesson, Christopher, the weather forecast ain’t lookin’ so good fer this Friday.”
Christopher abruptly stopped and faced back to you.
Once again, silence met your question until it was broken by a timid voice. A boy in the front row with curly brunette hair was looking at you unsure. You smiled encouragingly and nodded for him to speak up louder.
“1980?"
"Like always, Bobby, you are correct!" You exclaimed happily. Bobby blushed, embarrassed by the attention and compliment but smiling nonetheless as you moved on to another question. "The film came out in 1980. Does anyone know who it starred? Don’t be afraid to speak up!”
The film started soon after and for the entire time, Peter was completely transfixed by you. You leaned against the door and peered up at the projector screen, a smile on your face as you snuck a few handfuls of popcorn out of Bobby’s grasp as he watched the film intently. He now understood the enthusiastic compliments from the staff room, and why you were so loved by everyone. You were infectious.
He couldn't help himself, Peter found his eyes wandering over every part of your body, studying every inch of you before he'd had the chance to properly comprehend that he was being a creep. Appreciating beauty was one thing, leering at women he hadn't met before was another. Keep it in your pants, Maximoff.
As the students piled out of the lecture hall, all chatting loudly as they walked out, Peter waited. A group of girls surrounded you and asked you a bunch of questions, and you answered them all like you were their cool older sister rather than someone who was paid to teach them things. Then they left too, and you were alone.
"Did you enjoy the class, Mr Maximoff?" you asked kindly, a smile tugging at your lips as you turned around slightly. You sat on top of the nearest desk and folded your legs under yourself, resting your elbow on your knee and your head on your fist.
Blinking, Peter froze before nodding vigorously. So vigorous, in fact, that his goggles slid from his head down to the apex of his nose. He huffed in irritation and the exhaled breath fogged up his lenses completely. Peter bets he looks so irresistible right now.
Say something- think of something fast, moron! Isn’t that your whole gimmick? Impress her with your natural God-given charm!
Who are we kidding, this is Peter Maximoff. Master of the Jedi’s and embarrassing silences.
He wiped his goggles with the end of his shirt "I would think a music teacher would be lecturin’ about music, not films.. But yes, yer were- the film was.. very entertainin’."
Shit. Your lip twitched. Did he do somethin’ wrong? Of course he did- he just insulted a Professor’s lecturin’ to their face, ewok!
"You're a professor of...?"
"Err, I teach PE.. yunno.. I just make the kiddos run laps ‘n kick a ball around, basically." No shit, doofus! Maybe stop mansplainin’ what workin’ out is and apologize? “Fuck i’m so sorr-”
You cut him off with a simple wave of your hand, that gorgeous smile of yours decorating your face once again. “It’s alright, honest!” You say, observing his exasperated look as his mouth parts, ready to apologize “Jean told me that your mouth moves faster than your brain sometimes, I don’t take any offense to what you said.”
Peter sighs, relieved yet processing your words. “So, uh..” he hesitated, an awkward yet boastful smirk building then “Yer talk about me? All good things, I hope.”
You felt a heat rising to your face immediately and you looked around the room to avoid his intense stare, your eyes falling to another window you had yet to close. The cogs in your head turn and you whip around to face Peter, fanning yourself with your hand and beginning to shrug off your jacket. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” You faux panted, moving away from him to open the window like you needed a cold breeze.
Peter watched as you bent over, much closer now and able to see you from straight behind. His eyes grazed your body with a suggestive smirk.
“Just you, babe.”
Okay, babe?! Not helping your flushed state, at all!
You muffle your sputter by coughing, turning around once again and sitting on the desk. You watch as Peter walks up to you, standing close enough that his thighs force your legs a little wider around him.
The silence is unbearable, so you break it. “I mean, of course I've mentioned you once or twice, dude!” You chuckle nervously, “It’s hard to miss someone that looks like you speedin’ around the mansion.”
You register the confused shift in his gaze and now it’s your turn to run back on what you said, jumping in realization and your knee knocking into his trouser-clad outer thigh. “Not that you look weird in any way! I just meant the whole ‘silver’ aesthetic is totally bitchin’! And obviously I’ve heard about that whole Apocalypse fiasco in ‘84. It was really brave, what you did, and I can’t help but thank you for savin’ the whole world.. and whatever..”
You trail off as you babble yourself into a frenzy, Peter’s delighted grin humiliating you further as he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Thanks, babe.” You let out a shuddery breath. Again?! Where was this confidence when he was making a fool out of himself not just a minute ago?
Peter gave in at your pleading gaze and stepped back, a sheepish smile on his face as he looked down to the floor, shoving his hands into his pockets. He swayed back and forth on his heels. “I better go anyway. Places to be, worlds to save.. Y’know how it is, babe.” The uneasiness on his features left as soon as it came, now replaced with a cocky smirk and a sly wink.
“Well, if you come back in one piece, maybe we could, I dunno, go out for a movie or somethin’?” You ask apprehensively “since you seem to like Star Wars so much.”
“Y-yeah!” Peter said almost too quickly, clearing his throat before gathering his thoughts and masking the elated grin battling to appear. “I mean, only if yer gonna be makin’ that lasagna, right?” He quipped, stomach rumbling at the thought.
You nodded in answer, grinning. “Just come stop by whenever you’re free and we’ll figure out a date, yeah?” Your eyes widened. “I mean date as in time!”
Peter wiggled his eyebrows again, speeding to the door and saluting you before making his way to the training room, fistbumping the air. Fuckin’ score!
For the remainder of the day, Peter couldn’t keep his mind off of you and the promised movie date you were set to have after his mission, uncontrollably vibrating in excitement whilst boarding the X-jet the day after.
“Promise me you’ll stay safe, yeah?” You ask him, standing on the runway as you smooth out the wrinkles in his uniform, your palm flat on his chest.
A broad grin spread across Peter’s face as he placed his own hand above yours, running his thumb smoothly over your skin.
“Don’t worry about little ol’ me, ‘kay? A promise is a promise, sweet-cheeks.”
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Peter’s not a jackass. He would never intentionally go back on his word.
But that was a pretty damn hard promise to fulfill.
As soon as the jet landed four hours too late, Peter crashed into the living room couch, ignoring any questions of passers by for medical assistance. He practically melted into the linen cushions, exhaling deeply.
The kid previously sitting on the couch scowled as Peter stretched himself across the furniture, waving the younger student off with his hand. “I’m an Xman, I have the authority here.” The cushions muffled Peter’s grumble.
All in all, he wasn’t that hurt. In reality, the mission was fairly easy-going. Peter was barrelling through an evacuated suburban village, rescuing any stragglers that had found themselves lost or stuck under rubble, whilst the other Xmen dealt with arresting the rogue mutant. Blurs of grays and browns passed him at rapid speed as he did one last sweep of the area, confident in the fact that all people had been safely vacated.
Leaning onto a particularly large mound of debris, Peter swung his leg in boredom, waiting on Charles to give him the go-ahead to start the X-jet back to the mansion. The wind picked up, sending his tufts of hair back and away from his forehead.
Abruptly, a flurry of white flew into the air, startling Peter as he whipped around, ready to attack.
The sight wasn’t as menacing as he thought, though. Small seeds dispersed across the terrain, each carrying a bundle of fluffy white bristles in its wake. He looked down to the sparse grass and was met with a patch of green stems, like a blossom without its petals. Peters brows furrow. What a funny lookin’ flower.
Crouching down, Peter plucks the base of a stem with all its remaining puffballs, cupping his hand in the direction of the wind so it wouldn’t fly away. He grinned, standing up again and inspecting it. It looked peculiar, and rather outlandish. Just his style.
He was halfway through tucking the flower carefully into his back pocket before something slammed into him, sending Peter tumbling into a jagged pile of rubble and fragments of serrated wood.
Motherfucker! He groaned, feeling a searing pain shoot through his stomach. A pile of dust shot up into the air almost comically, leaving a tangy taste on his tongue. Bleh. With feeble limbs, Peter lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down from his cracked goggles to shakily unzip his uniform halfway, revealing a hefty patch of crimson fluid staining his white undershirt. Scraps of wreckage tore holes through the fabric, revealing shallowish wounds littering his chest and stomach. Fuck!
Peter blinked slowly, turning his gaze to try and detect who or what had struck him. Just to the right of his aching body, a sizable slab of concrete stuck out of the ground, that had presumably collapsed from a nearby building.
How fuckin’ embarrasin’! Peter was probably gonna scar from this incident, and he would have to tell people the ‘heroic’ tale of how it went down? That he was assaulted by a chunk of rock? The students barely respected him from the whole classroom debacle with you the day prior; how were they ever gonna treat him with high regard now?
That’s right. You. How were you gonna react when he tells you? ‘Oh, How am i doin’, sweetcheeks? Thank yer for askin’, i got a real wild story fer these battle scars. What was it, ya ask? Hand-to-hand combat with buildin’ material. Sexy, right?’
Yeah, no. He had already embarrassed himself enough around you.
Once he had been strapped back into his seat, with the help of Hank, Peter now had to endure two hours of throbbing pain, and Scott giggling next to him.
Peter slumped into his seat, whining into his dust-cracked hands. “What the fuck am I gunna tell her, man? I can’t keep on embarrassin’ myself like this!”
“Don’t worry too much, dude, you’ll forget about this in no time.” Scott assured, smiling and placing a hand on his shoulder, before screwing his face up and wiping the dust frantically on his sleeve. Peter hummed, albeit confused. When was Scott ever the one to give Peter actual reassurance?
“All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall, man.” Ah, there it was. Peter slowly turned to face Scott, deadpanning and watching the boy’s shoulders shake from silent laughter.
Scott shrieked as Peter shook his head like a wet dog, showering his best friend in a flurry of dust.
Once the flight had come to a halt, Peter limped through the mansion's corridors, hobbling to the living room couch as he was in too much pain to climb the few flights of stairs to his room.
Peter grumbled into the couch, eyes hooded as he melted into the material, ready to fall asleep.
And then you came barreling into the room. Peter sat up as you rushed into the room, nudging him into the back of the couch and placing your knees either side of his quivering hips, clutching his face. Peter really wished he had showered now.
“Take off your shirt.” Come again? Were Peter’s wounds making him hallucinate some filthy apparatition?
He blinked. “Eh?”
“When did you get back? No one told me you got back and I've been worried like crazy. You were four hours late, Peter!” You stressed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide. “Kurt told me you were injured! Did the mutant hurt you? He said you went flyin’ into rubble and practically got impaled!”
You were speaking in such quick succession that it had impressed Peter by your pace. He merely blinked once more, too caught up with your smooth hands against his cheeks and your frantic words. You were worried about him?
“I’m fine, babe.”
You glance down to his stomach, however you couldn’t see much of anything due to the dark hue of his uniform. “I can’t believe you were impal-”
“Not that I don't appreciate yer concern fer me babe, but 'm fine.” You glared at him “Honest! It’s just a few scrapes. Nothin’ i can’t handle.” he grinned, attempting to ease you up a little.
Despite Peter’s best efforts, you still seem just as on edge as before. Taking your hands off his cheeks, he whined at the loss of warmth, chasing your touch. Instead, you reach down to grasp hold of the zipper at the top of his ensemble, zipping it down to just above his hips. His mouth makes a small ‘o’ before contorting into a lazy smirk, glancing up at you.
“Easy there, tiger.”
A glimpse of his stained undershirt tells you all you need to know. You meet his gaze anxiously as Peter gives you a guilty grin, shrugging his shoulders at being called out. “Okay, maybe it’s slightly worse than i let on but-”
“Take your shirt off.” You urge imperatively, and he flushes.
“I dunno babe, I'm like, supeerrr sore. I don't think I can do it by myself, yer gonna have to help me.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. It was blatantly obvious Peter was flirting, any common idiot could tell. But he looked pretty beaten up, and you were mostly sure that moving him around too much would not feel too great for the speedster, so you obliged.
You lift his shirt up in gradual intervals, keeping your focus on the garment as he grins straight at you, clearly wanting to catch you peeking a glance at his body.
“Normally I'd be buyin’ yer dinner before showin’ off the goods… but-” Peter cuts off as you peel the shirt away from one particularly deep wound, the skin sticking to the material. You whisper apologies, lifting the shirt off his head and discarding it to the side. You glanced back down.
Peter noticed your blatant staring and looked up at you, tilting his head to the side. "So are you goin’ ter look me up and down like that ‘er are yer gunna patch me up?"
“Shush, ‘m not looking at you like anythin’!”
“Mhm, sure yer weren’t sugar.” He beamed. You redden, his thoughts transmitting like a beacon through his facial expression.
“Dont make this sexual..” You mutter, avoiding his gaze as you look around for the medkit you brought with you. Peter follows your movements with his gaze, head leaning back to rest of the edge of the couch whilst you shuffled about the room.
“Now what fun would that be, hm? Can’t I enjoy some attention from a beautiful woman like you?”
With the supplies you return to your earlier position, standing over his shirtless body and desperately trying to keep your thoughts at bay.
Finally taking a closer glance, you see his wounds, shallow, but littering his stomach and chest. There was a fairly large but not too serious cut on the right side of his abs and you lightly gasp, your fingertips reaching for it. “Can I touch you?”
Peter groaned “Ooh, yer can touch me anywhere yer want sugar.”
Choosing to ignore him, you open the first aid box with a satisfying click, taking out a roll of bandages, cotton pads and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, placing it down on the couch next to you. As you do so Peter takes a deep breath, letting him savor the scent of your perfume before the alcohol’s smell eclipsed it.
“So are ya my nurse now?” Peter observes “Kinky. Didn't know yer were into roleplay, but i'm not gonna lie, im kinda diggin’ it babe.”
You choke, smacking his arm. Too far, maximoff.
Peter winces, “Hey! Do ya hit all yer patients? This is medical malpractice right here! I was just sayin- this is like the start to every porno ive ever see-” he hisses as you press down the alcohol soaked cotton pad on his wound.
“Sorry, this may sting a little.” you say half apologetically.
“Well it don't mean anythin’ if yer warn me after, babe!” He whimpers, reaching to grab your hips for support from your position above him. You suppress the urge to rut into his lap, continuing your cleaning as you feel an onslaught of slick ooze from your core. You tried to keep in the sigh, but it fell so easily from your mouth at his touch.
“Ouch. Ow. Ow, ow oW OW!! Babe?! Does the word ow mean anythin’ to yer? Ye- agh-OW!” Peter shrieks, and you wince at the voice crack “Jesus christ! Who taught yer how to tend to people’s injuries? A construction worker with a jackhammer? OW!”
Despite his clear pain you stifle a laugh, swiping more gently this time. “It’s all part of the process, Peter. I’m trying to help you here.”
“Oh really? Are yer tryna help me or finish the fuckin’ job, babe?!”
A moment of tranquility passes, and just before you think Peter will stay quiet and let you get on with your work his voice drops, a sultry tone now teasing your ears. “I've got ter say babe.. when I pictured ya with yer hands roamin’ my chest, the wound was conspicuously absent.” You failed to keep in your reaction this time, a shuddery whimper leaving your mouth as you tense. Peter bites his lip, grin impossibly wide and his hands snaking around your hips.
You feel him pull you in closer and you oblige, facing him as you sit down onto his lower thighs as carefully as you can, not wanting to cause him any further strain. He grins.
“Okay, one more cut to clean and I'm done, yes? Then you can be bandaged up.” Clearing your throat, you await his response.
Peter inhales, screwing his eyes shut in preparation “M’kay, ‘m ready. Jus- FUCK.” You press the cotton ball onto his wound, watching as his muscles tense up and he grips onto your hips for support. Chewing on his lip in anguish, his head throws back once more. You refrain from looking at his adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat.
His tight grip on your hips loosen after a minute and you hum, proceeding to unravel the bandages and wrap them around his torso.
Peter looks at you seriously for a moment, breaking the silence in a much more apologetic way this time. “ ‘M Sorry about blowin’ the whole movie thing, I know yer wanted to go out after i got back.. I guess this will have to be our version of a first date, huh?” He chuckles half heartedly, but his eyes oozed regret and mourning for your date to the theatre.
You move a slither of hair out of his eyes, smiling. “I don't mind either way, we could always go out another time, yeah? And no one predicted you were gonna get hurt like that, it’s not your fault, Peter.”
“Yeah, thanks babe.” your heart clenches as his dimples show through his toothy smile.
Clearing his throat, Peter’s large hands splayed across the small of your back, sliding you from his lower thighs to be flush against his crotch. He grins cheekily as you gasp, feeling his semi hard cock through the soft material of his unzipped uniform.
Hands laying to rest on his bare shoulders, you smooth your thumb over his collarbone. You move your other hand down from his left shoulder, your fingertips grazing down his arm before reaching his hand. Gently coaxing his grasp away from your hip, you interlace your fingers, clasping them together as his other hand frames your jaw.
“Hey.. uh, I think I might have a little scratch up here on my lip. I don't s’pose yer would be interested in checkin’ it out, doc?” Peter’s sweet, chocolate browns shed a spicier shade when he captures your gaze.
Your body answers before you can talk, tongue wetting your lips, leaving him in suspense for a moment.
You faux sigh in thought, “I guess I can’t leave a patient suffering. It would be medical malpractice, and I always make sure my patient gets the care he deserves.”
Peter’s eyes dilate then, and you begin to question whether or not he was joking about the roleplay kink. Alas, you had no more time to ponder as he didn’t waste a single second, bumping your nose against his before seizing your lips.
Kissing him sensually, your tongue swims smoothly against his as you move to scrape your fingers across his scalp. Whining in response, Peter’s head lolls back at the stimuli as you nibble his lower lip. You could feel Peter’s cock twitch and you grind slowly against it, eliciting a filthy moan from his mouth into yours.
As you swallow and get over the initial wave of adrenaline, a bitter and rather tangy taste invades your mouth, forcing you to pull back as Peter chases your lips. You place a hand to his chest, breathing hard and scrunching your face up. “Bleh!”
Peter’s half lidded gaze snaps back open as he observes your clear disgust, swiping his tongue over his own lips in questioning. “Uh- yer.. yer alright over there? I know ‘m sorta outta practise but-“
You swipe your thumb over your lips, noticing a few specks of dust covering them. Peter notices and brings a hand to his forehead, slapping himself at his idiocy.
“Shit! Sorry, babe. I totally just crashed here when i got back, forgot about the whole.. grime situation.” Peter grimaces, cursing himself under his breath, “Way to kill the fuckin’ mood, Maximoff.”
To his surprise, you only lean in closer, batting your eyelashes at him. “Patients have to be clean before assessments can begin. Standard procedure. I hope you don’t mind if I scrub you down?”
Your sultry voice forces a heat to pool in Peter’s belly, and he chokes on his own groan, pupils dilating further.
Fwip. You don’t even get the chance to scooch off his lap before Peter had you in his bathroom, shirtless and with his navy uniform dangling around his v-line. Another Fwip and Peter turned on the shower before pulling your back against his chest, tugging at your t-shirt as a silent plea of desperation and unbridled horniness.
Your mouth parts as his head dips into your shoulder. You swore you could hear the faintest of whimpers leave his mouth as he tenderly kisses your clothed shoulder, his lips humming small vibrations of aroused distress.
What choice did you have but to comply?
As you turned around, undressing yourself before him, Peter’s eyes drunk you in, his eyebrows twitching and his teeth sinking into his lip at your little strip show. Down to the last few articles of clothing, you removed your underwear slowly, a thread of wetness connecting your pussy with the soaked fabric.
“Jesus Christ.” He muttered, his hands quivering as you then slung your t-shirt somewhere around the room, eager to surge forward and grasp at every part of your body.
You smiled, flattered yet unsure of what to do, your eyes too preoccupied with Peter’s uniform, of which was slowly sliding down his hips, revealing the black band of his underwear.
“So.. nurse, I think 'm ready fer my physical.” Peter chuckled, observing proudly as your breathing sped up rapidly, gazing at his torso.
“Need any help undressing?” You asked, motioning to his bandaged chest and bruised arms. “It must be sore.”
“Yes please, nurse.” Peter replied flirtatiously, maintaining his character as patient. You stalk over to him, getting on your knees as you start pulling his uniform and boxers down as slowly as possible without Peter getting frustrated. As you do so, you notice his painfully hard dick slapping upwards from its confines. Smiling, you innocently glance up at Peter’s blushing state, inching forward as if you were about to…
Peter’s cock twitched and he gasped as you surged forward, only to completely pass where he needed you most as you teasingly peck the inside of his thigh, eyes still boring into his own.
“C’mon babe.. That ain’t playin’ fair.” A mix between a whine and a growl left Peter’s throat as you stood up to face his pleading eyes. Taking his face in your palms, your soft lips tease him by brushing against his lips, but not yet giving in to kissing him.
“I think It’s best if I check your temperature orally first.” You mumble. Capturing his lips roughly, your kiss turns into a wet, dueling passion. As you battle for dominance, Peter kicks off the clothing pooling around his ankles, guiding you backwards and into the awaiting shower.
Hot water cascades over you as he pulls you close again, diving in for another heated kiss that you’re all too eager to return.
You have no idea how long your tongues swirl around one another, but eventually a hand grips your wrist and tugs you away. You go easily, and when you look up at Peter, he grins giddily and places a bar of soap in your hands. You lick your lips, this time no longer unwelcomed by the taste of dust and plastering, but of Peter.
The room becomes stuffy as the water from the shower starts to get hot. You sigh as the hot water caresses your skin, or maybe it was from Peter running his hands over your body. They stop on your breasts before gently squeezing them, looking down at you with a dopey grin. You throw your head back as the water runs over your chest.
As Peter prodded and squeezed your tits like they were some new gadget you began the slow, worshipful task of running your soapy hands across his chest, making sure to leave the bandaged areas alone.
"I would really appreciate it if you communicated every ache, any pain that needs tendin’ to, sir." You say, moving to whisper the words in his ear sweetly, the filthy undertones dripping from your tongue.
Peter pauses briefly before managing to regain control over himself, grabbing your arm and pulling you impossibly close. He nuzzles into your neck as he whispers back in a playful manner. "I've got one in a specific place. Maybe yer could help me by usin’ those magic hands of yours, doc?"
"Mhh, or do you need me to kiss it better, Peter?" You tease, licking your bottom lip suggestively before biting the plump flesh with a wink.
Peter’s face turns into a huge blush and his heartbeat starts accelerating even more as he watches you move in close, staring into his eyes. His mind goes absolutely blank and he can only stare at you in shock. His breathing becomes heavier as he looks at your lips and how you bite them; and with that a strange flurry of stammers leave his mouth.
“Nghnaawhaaaaat?”
"Peter? Can you show me where it hurts, honey?" You continue to tease him with a pout. God, you were such a fuckin’ brat.
He can't help but feel both embarrassed and surprised at how forward your question is. He clears his throat "Uh... R-Right here, doll..." He says in a nervous manner as his blush deepens even more, then he points at his twitching cock. You follow his line of sight and smile, watching as beads of pre-cum drizzle out of his tip.
"Aww, poor baby. How long has it been hurting?" You furrow your brows, a mischievous look in your eyes as you place your hands on his chest, traveling downwards.
Peter looks at you with a shocked expression for the fifth time that night, tilting his head much like a puppy as he watches you in awe.
Shiit... Are you really doing this? It’s a good thing you didn’t fully embrace the doctor-patient performance with a stethoscope and all, because you’d certainly be worrying about the freakishly-fast roadrunner beat Peter’s heart was jammin’ to. Fuck.
"Do you want me to kiss it better, baby?" You quiz sweetly.
Peter starts to feel his breath getting heavier as his heart is racing faster, wayy too fuckin’ fast. "Ah... Y-Yeah..." He replies softly, still feeling his face turn into a brighter red as he slowly nods.
Every nerve in his body went on high alert as Peter watched your fingers close around his aching cock and move over the swollen flesh. A tortured gasp escaped his lips, and he threw his head back against the shower wall, panting; it felt so good, your smooth palm creating a delicious friction. He thrust forward into your hand, wanting you to continue, his shame at being naked and aroused gone entirely.
Your face was still close. Close enough to observe his face, fascinated at the raw sensuality flickering across it. Drops of water freckled Peter’s cheeks and forehead; you weren't sure if it was the spray from the shower or his own sweat. His mouth was open slightly, and his rough breathing was causing yours to speed up as well. You smoothed your hand back down his wet length and drew the other hand down to cup his balls.
Peter hissed loudly and pushed his hips forward again, cursing. You couldn't tear your eyes from his profile; he was flushed, his lips dusky and moist, the silver of his eyelashes standing out against his fevered cheek. Simply delectable, and you wanted to have a taste.
The touch of your lips on his neck brought Peter to the surface as you pressed your breasts to his chest, your lips everywhere. They ghosted over his collarbone, shoulder, neck and jaw before closing over his earlobe. He moaned, turning, seeking out your lips.
Peter's eyes opened as you released your hands from him. In no time Peter had locked lips with you once more, in a clash of teeth and moisture; whether it was spit or water you weren’t entirely sure. He raised his hands to your breasts at the same time your tongue parted the seam of his lips, and the two of you moaned together before fusing your open mouths.
Your eyes fluttered closed as Peter ground the raised centers of your nipples into his large palms, then rubbed a thumb over each in rhythm. Your initial intentions were to tease the ever-loving shit out of the speedster, but you couldn’t but melt into a puddle at his tender touches.
Peter’s erection was pressing into your belly, hard as steel. You ground against it, wanting it lower and inside, quickly losing your intention to mess around. Abruptly breaking the kiss to breathe, you quirked an eyebrow at Peter. "So, have you made up your mind?"
"Wha-?" He was adorably confused, his pupils dilated in the shadowy light. You grinned and reached between yourselves to stroke along his cock lightly, picking up the trickle of pre-cum on his cockhead and rubbing it around the smooth, ragingly red area.
Lightly pushing Peter back under the full spray, you sank to your knees in front of him. Handling him gently, you sucked the tip of him into your mouth, savoring the much nicer tangy sensataaion.
"Oh Fuck," The speedster moaned on a sharp inhalation of breath. This was progressing past the realm of sweaty-palm fantasies and straight into the embodiment of every pornographic dream he'd ever had; only those dreams had never felt quite so hot.
Your mouth was liquid fire over him, your tongue circling and teasing, making him grow even larger.
He resisted the urge to grab your head and thrust into your mouth like he had seen in the pornos, giving you free reign over his pleasure. Instead Peter coursed his hands through your damp hair, giving you wordless pats of praise when you traced up a particularly sensitive vein.
Already weak at the knees from your mouth, Peter nearly shot when he looked down and caught you watching him with feverish eyes. The image was so blatantly erotic, he couldn't help but complete it by curling his fingers deeper into your hair.
The slight jerk of his hands on your scalp told you that Peter was close to going completely out of control. His slight grunt and increased participation, in turn, increased your enthusiasm. Releasing your grip around the base of his cock, you tried to take him deeper. This you had tried before with varying amounts of success, usually gagging as the overzealous recipient tried to choke you.
However, with an untried Peter, you were having a great deal more success with the technique.
After figuring out how to time your breathing with the motions, you crept forward and began in earnest, taking Peter in until your nose touched his silvery pubic hair. His hands tightened again, and this time his whimper of pleasure was louder, needier.
He was so close, water pounding his chest, blood pounding in his ears, lips, tongue and friction at the center of it all.
Nearly mindless now, searching for that sweet release, Peter thrust forward a bit, searching for the movement that would send him over the edge. When he encountered no resistance from you, he thrust his hips in rhythm with your mouth until he could take no more.
You could feel Peter's flesh tightening and knew he was ready to blow a load. He tried to push you away before he let go, but you gripped the back of his thighs tightly and sucked hard, an explosion of cum shooting down your throat and tongue.
You gagged a little when the first stream hit the back of your throat, but you recovered enough to hear the incoherent whines Peter made. Another grunt escaped from him as you rubbed your soft tongue over the underside of his dick, moving over the pulsating veins there.
It was all Peter could do to keep from crumpling as he shot harder than he ever had in his life, knees weak from the sheer force of it.
If you hadn't been there to maintain the grip on his legs, he would have melted into a pile of jelly at your knees.
Once you had ridden out his orgasm and released him you stood back up, pushing back the soaken strands of hair that hung off his forehead. Peter grinned, chest heaving as he watched your tongue come out, licking a spot of his release you had missed on your lip.
“Feeling any better, sir?”
Again, Peter felt tongue-tied. He wasn't sure what to say or do. Even though he'd had the most soul-sucking orgasm of his life, his dick was still half-hard. Typical speedster sex drive.
The water was still hot, yet wouldn’t be lasting for much longer. He had to make this count.
Your breasts brushed his chest again when Peter leaned in to capture your lips with his. A slight squeak of surprise escaped you when he separated the seam of your lips with his tongue and pushed forward aggressively. Your tongues duelled, battling for position. Peter could taste the musky odor of his own arousal on your lips, strangely exotic. His hands were tender when he lifted the weight of your breasts in his hold.
Nothing in his fantasies matched the feel of your nipples as he circled over them. Softly puckered flesh dragged under the smooth calluses of his thumbs, causing you to moan softly and push your torso against his.
Straightening up, Peter grasped your waist tightly and with a smirk, swiftly spun you around, pushing you forward into the shower wall.
You let out a hiss as your nipples came in contact with the cold tiles, them becoming painfully hard. Peter gently pushed your hair aside before placing a chaste kiss on your neck; you moved your head to the side, allowing him better access.
Peter rested his forehead between your shoulder blades as the water ran down his back. He took a deep breath in, trailing a hand down your back before pulling back and slapping your ass. The loud moan that fell from your lips made him chuckle, "You've done yer job doc, now yer need payment.”
You nodded your head as you whimpered, feeling yourself become more and more turned on and unbelievably wet. You feel Peter’s tip rubbing your folds, spreading your moisture around as you whimper in anticipation.
You looked back over your shoulder to Peter glancing down at where you two meet. Raising an eyebrow, you went to say something but Peter's quick thrust into you made all the air in your lungs escape. You were wet enough that it didn’t hurt, but the delicious stretch it provided you made your eyes roll back into your head.
Hands slipping as you try to hold onto something, your breasts bounce into the wall as you whimper, legs spreading further so Peter could fully enter you.
Without stopping and with a thoughtful hum, Peter reached up towards the detachable shower head and flicked the setting to a steady stream of fast water, pulling it down.
You could hear him doing something and looked back over your shoulder to see him messing with the shower head, "Are you about to-" You let out a cry as you felt the pressure from the water on your clit, "Shi- shit! Peter!" The pleasure making your eyes roll back.
You attempt to snap your thighs shut, trying to escape the intense pressure on your bundle of nerves. Peter, however, had other plans as he huffs breathlessly, lips dragging up the sensitive skin of your neck. He nips at your ear, using a free hand to spread your legs apart.
“Yer need to keep ‘em spread for me. Y-yer can do that fer me, can’t ya, babe?” He grunts into your ear. You whimper, nodding.
“That’s a- f-fuck.. good girl.”
In a carnal rage, a clatter sounds as Peter drops the shower head, gripping your hips with both hands as he fucks up into you, leaning his bodyweight onto yours to give him more leverage. The faster he fucked into you, the faster the feeling of your climax crested. This one felt different, more intense, and you both knew it.
You make a pitiful noise, again and again as Peter drives his cock into your cunt, hitting your G-spot every single time.
“Therrre she is. Is that it, yeah? That spot feel good, honey?” You could feel Peter’s grin against your throat. “Yer squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. Can yer hear that?”
The slick sounds of his cock fucking into you was loud over your pants for air, and you nodded weakly. You felt slick and pre-cum run down your thighs as Peter moved in and out of your heat in rapid succession, much like an animal in heat. "I think yer might even squirt fer me, doc.”
A shuddered moan fell from your lips before you agree. Sharp, white hot pleasure tore through your body, from head to toe, and you keened as Peter forced himself deeper. "Yer pushin' me out, babe-lemme in, need to feel it," he moaned. "Fuck, yer so pretty; that's it, that- Fuck!"
You felt the dampness of your thighs before you could comprehend the heightened pleasure, and you glanced down to watch Peter’s lower half become soaked from your climax. "Oh-" You turned your head as much as you could to face him, eyes half lidded.
From his position behind you, Peter crashed his lips to yours and forced his tongue into your mouth, fucking it languidly while his hips stuttered in their rhythm. You panted as he pulled back, his breath fanning over your spit-slick lips.
"I need ter cum, baby-" he pleaded, thrusting deeper.
"Please, please-lemme cum in-"
"Yes," you rasped, nodding. “Please- i need you to cum in me so bad-”
Peter groaned and shuddered. He lowered his head to your shoulder and rested his forehead on vour collarbone. You could hear him panting over the slapping of skin and slick noises of his cock in your cunt, and you matched his thrusts in an attempt to bring him closer to the edge.
"Oh, fuck," he rasped. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure curling up your spine, but you brushed it off, intent on making Peter cum - you squeezed around him and circled your hips. The whimpery noises he makes only make you clench harder, wrapping him in a vice you never want to let go of.
Suddenly, the hot spray of water turns cold and you gasp, arching your back and clamping yourself down on Peter’s cock with all the strength you could muster, tipping him over the edge.
“I-ngh.. Shit!” Peter panted and his hips faltered, a warmth soon blooming in your cunt, filling you up to the brim and leaking out of your quivering body.
The slow, rocking rhythm Peter set with his hips soothed you, bringing you slowly down from your high while he descended from his. "Fuckin' hell, babe," he murmured, and he kissed you on the lips, then the forehead.
The room is full of the scent of arousal, and it makes you feel high up in the clouds, filling your head with the syrupy-sweet fuzziness of speedy contentment.
You must have zoned out for a little bit, because the next thing you’re aware of is the sound of the shower being turned off, and strong yet shaking arms scooping you up off your feet. You were deposited outside the walls of the shower, and then a soft towel is being worked around your body, collecting the droplets of water falling off your hair and frame.
"Let's get yer warmed up, babe."
Before long, you’re bundled up in a bathrobe, hair perfectly brushed out, and being placed gently onto the couch you had been making out with Peter on not too long ago. The volume of the TV had been lowered, allowing you to hear Peter's soft mumblings of praise in your hair as he lays below you, arms cradling you to his chest. His sweatpants feel comfy against your bare legs, and your palms rest on the cotton of his white t-shirt he had changed into.
“Can we watch The Empire Strikes Back?” Peter murmurs into your hair, making you grin as it takes you back to the day you met him in the auditorium. Humming contently, you fish your hand down the side of the sofa in search of the tv remote. You furrow your brows however as you feel something rather furry brush against your fingertips.
Pinching it between your two fingers you pluck it out of the couch, inspecting the small… seed?
Peter’s eyes follow your gaze as he gasps softly in remembrance, craning his head to the side to see an abundance of dandelion seeds littering the couch. Peter frowned. He had forgotten about the strange flower he had plucked due to the abrupt slab of concrete disrupting his day. The seedlings must have fallen out of his uniform when you were tending to his wounds.
“Shit! That was meant ter be a surprise, babe.” Peter frowned sulkily, plucking the puffball from your fingertips. “I found these weird lookin’ flowers on the mission and wanted to show them to yer. Thought i discovered a new species er somethin’.”
Despite your heart warming at the kind yet failed gesture, you laughed. “Peter, honey, they’re dandelions. Weeds.” You grinned, watching as his mouth forms an ‘o’ in realization.
“But.. at least they’re rare, right?”
You thin your lips out into a line whilst shaking your head, trying not to laugh as the speedster groans, throwing his head back.
“Ugh, I could’ve totally avoided that wall if it weren’t fer these fuckin’ things,” Peter drops the dandelion seed, letting it float to the polished wooden floor. “All that fer nothin’!”
You snuggle further against him, grazing around his bandages with a confused expression. “I do appreciate the gesture, but I thought you got these from the fight? Not from.. A wall?” You appear more perplexed as you try to imagine the scenario. “Did you.. run into it or somethin’?”
Peter sighed. Another point to add too his ‘you royally suck, dude!’ tally chart. How many times had he embarrassed himself before you now, five?
“No, it-” He grimaced “-it slammed into me.” He watched as you squinted your eyes, picturing how it went down. “Don’t fret though, babe, I totally showed it who’s boss. Knocked some sense into it.” He grinned, stroking your drying hair.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” You grin, tracing further down the trail of wounds and scratches. “Seems like it knocked more sense into you, though.”
Peter scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal before looking down at you, smiling lopsidedly. “Do I get a lolly fer bein’ so brave, doc?”
He smirks at your flushed expression and you still for a moment, before reaching into your bathrobe pocket and pulling out the panties you had strewn across the bathroom earlier. Peter's eyes widen.
“Here, take these.” You say simply, lazily dropping the material into his hand. Peter beams, face dusted pink. He’ll find some use for those, you’re sure. It won’t be a surprise if you find them framed up in his room, next to his Greta Van Fleet poster.
The next morning you change, treading down the corridor into the living room. Scott is slung across the sofa’s armrest watching the news as Jean sits on the other end by his socked feet, reading a book. Kurt and Ororo share a large armchair nearby, also watching the TV as Peter leans against a wall, sipping a steaming cup of coffee. Not like he needs it anyway.
As you walk in Peter raises his mug at you, nodding and grinning toothily as you greet him back. You silently hope he hadn’t mentioned the prior events to the others.
You ask Scott to turn the volume up and he groans tardily, reaching down the back of the sofa to fish for the remote. You go into shock, however, when he furrows his brows, pulling out a lacy pair of underwear instead. Your underwear.
Scott holds them up in the air with his index finger and thumb, flushing wildly and looking around the room in search of answers. Jean lowers her book, giving you a disapproved stare before continuing her new read of the day. Ororo squeals in laughter and Kurt goes a deep shade of bluey purple, his gaze anywhere but your panties.
“Well, what do we have here?” You could hear the smugness through Scott’s voice as you look wildly across the room to Peter. He only hums, as if in question, no doubt reminiscing on the memories of last night as he sips his coffee, pleased.
You meet his eyes, desperately searching for something to say as he winks at you, strolling up behind the couch to inspect your underwear like he didn’t know whose they were.
Sighing in relief, you thought you were going to get away with it, the embarrassment slowly ebbing out of your head; that was until Peter’s voice piped up.
“Babe, I swear those are your panties, right?”
Okay, maybe Peter was a little bit of a jackass.
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SAGAU,, the archons read your fanfiction
inspired by this imagine by @anemoarchonhoe. your self-indulgent genshin fanfiction starts spawning in teyvat as holy scripture. even more embarrassing is that your acolytes treat it like records of your past lives.
reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D
warnings: cursing, lots of innuendos, humiliation lol
you didn't know what to expect when you stepped inside the wangsheng funeral parlor to visit two of your favorite genshin impact characters. however, amongst the many possibilities in your head, it was not this.
morax, or zhongli as he liked to call himself these days, sat in complete silence, investing all his attention and senses into the book he was currently reading. he hadn't even noticed your presence in the room which was entirely unusual for him as one of your most attentive acolytes. but you didn't find yourself minding as much as you thought you would, especially when zhongli was making such.. intense facial expressions every passing second.
"oh, how scandalous.." he quietly mumbled to himself. if there had been any background noise at all, you wouldn't have heard it.
"'li? are you perhaps reading a light novel?" you finally spoke out, after probably watching zhongli read for 20 minutes. you tried preventing your laughter when the former geo archon jumped at the realization of your presence, but alas, it was too unusual of a sight and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"ah, i apologize for not noticing you sooner, your grace. i was simply investing myself in your scripture."
"it's fine, really. what do you mean by 'my scripture' though? i don't recall writing any holy bibles." you observed the book in his hand, the blank cover a lot more interesting with the newly given context.
"i meant the records of the previous lives we've shared. i was pleasantly surprised to find out that i acted the same way i do now. although i must say, i didn't expect you to be so nervous to approach me."
"the what-? wait, let me read that." zhongli offered you the book, complying with your every command like he always did. without wasting another second, you read through the pages, your stomach dropping as you realized what he had been reading.
"you- you weren't supposed to see this!" you choked, face contorted into a look of humiliation and shock.
"oh? i truly do not mind. in fact, i feel flattered to have been chosen by you in my past life as a mortal."
zhongli continued, the more he spoke, the more you wanted to melt into a muddle and disappear from the face of the earth. "as for the more intimate moments, i also do not mind, though i never imagined myself to be so... rough. if it is what you find pleasing then i do not mind trying again in my current form."
if you didn't feel embarrassed a few moments ago, you sure were now. curse you modern au zhongli smut!!
hanging out with ei was always a pleasant occasion. yes, the god was ignorant to the running trends of teyvat and even more so to the trends of earth, but that was the appeal of it. you found her ignorance to be quite charming in a way. it didn't take away her competence as a god and it definitely didn't make her any less intimidating, but you found it refreshing (and hella hilarious).
in inazuma, your godly existence was never neglected. everytime you stepped out of the crux into inazuma, there would already be all kinds of decorations in the streets with dozens of guards waiting by the harbor and hundreds more people anticipating your arrival. today wasn't any different as you stepped into the harbor, only one key detail, ei wasn't there.
the thought had you dizzy in worry. she was usually so.. commited to you. and that sounded self-centered as all hell, but it was simply the truth. ei was the embodiment of consistency and loyalty, so it shocked everyone when she wasn't in the harbor to welcome you. you wasted not a second and headed straight for the grand narukami shrine.
you found yourself in the plane of euthymia for the very first time, stunned as to how massive it looked in real life. "i'm not angry or anything, but it was very out of character of you. is there anything wrong? are you fine or...?"
"no, everything is fine, your grace. i just do not wish to hurt you any longer. the guilt of my actions have finally settled in. and i can not feel any more remorseful than i do now."
"hurt me? when have you ever-"
"i have read of what i have done in the previous life we have shared together. my actions were absolutely preposterous! i wouldn't have chosen anyone over you, especially since we spent so many years growing up with each other." you could say nothing at the face of ei who truly sounded hurt and looked like was distressed beyond words.
"ah fuck, this is about the fanfics again, isn't it?"
safe to say, ei went from crying mess to blushing mess when you explained to her that the book she was reading was simply but a fictional story you wrote back then. and yes, you spent about 30 minutes explaining to ei that it was like a light novel because that's the only basis she had for such things.
you were out on a friendly date with kaeya and rosaria inside the angel's share that night. you were still wary of drinking anything with alcohol, scared of confessing anything about any of the genshin characters that you might regret. so you settled with drinking grape juice instead and still had a merry time with the two troublemaking alcoholics. the atmosphere around you was still a bit tense though, the people of mondstadt still not used to your casual behavior while being the all-creator. all eyes were on you and you felt it.
in a quest to break the tense atmosphere, venti hopped on top of a table (despite diluc's angry protests) and plucked his harp with a gentleness that was out of character for the bard. for the first time that night, the attention left you you and all eyes were on the anemo archon.
your relief hadn't lasted long though because the tale that venti told that night, was eerily similar to one of your 5wirl fanfiction. he sang of the creator, specifically using your given name, pining for himself in another life, one in which he had been a famed idol of some kind. he sang of the details of your inappropriate endeavors, repeating in his lines how much you enjoyed the many uses of his mouth.
sooner and later, kaeya started laughing and wheezing like a mad man, hitting your back in a teasing manner and rosaria looked at you with a smirk and a teasing glint in her eyes. but what annoyed you the most was the green bard who looked absolutely smug as he winked at your blushing face.
"fuck it, pass me a bottle of dead after noon, charles."
as soon as he finished his song, you dragged him out of angel's share, already a bit tipsy on the strong alcohol you had started drinking ever since he started exposing "holy (unholy) scriptures" to the rest of the world. you looked absolutely agitated, but venti couldn't erase the smile on his face. as you two left, the whole room snickered and smirked with knowing looks on their faces.
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Striker x Reader | Trip to Ozzie’s! 💋
A/N this would be a silly little thing to do in my meantime! Plus, I really like the idea of Ozzie’s entirely so, here we go! A much more jokey-fic, plus probably OOC for Striker maybe, but with the new episode anything goes LMAO.
CW: sexual innuendos and themes, drinking games, drunk Striker but no NSFW here.
Also the Reader has a tail!
If you somehow catch him with a free schedule, and catch an Ozzie’s reservations. He’ll be up for it, it’s a date with you and he gets to make fun of some lustful people with no shame.
And that you two did, together watching the performances.
His arm around your neck, you leaning into the touch and on him. Tails intertwined, for most demons this would be considered pretty intimate.
You two chuckled quietly, at the bad performances. Cracking jokes in whispers and holding in laughter.
Only till then when the actual good performances start to kick in and Striker’s eyebrows raised with widened eyes as he slowly turned to you when they got to certain ‘desires’ in the song.
He turned to you and thought about performing said desires eventually at home, to spice things up a notch.
And you turned to him, having a gleeful smile to ‘oh shit he’s planning something hella devious’ 💀
Aaaand that’s when you started ordering drinks, ignoring the gears grinding in his head.
He chuckled at you, then he got an idea to start a drinking game.
It was ‘take a shot whenever someone said something you’d wanna try in bed’
He chuckled to himself whenever you drank at all, but then pridefully looking at you with a grin when he drunk a few glasses.
Apparently, lusty demons give good ideas for the bedroom (who knew?) so for Striker, he was tipsy easily after enough shots.
He then realized a good idea, an idea fueled by drunk thoughts and that’s all, plus he was feeling himself after you kept bashfully looked away from how much drinks he had.
He stole a guitar, kicked the lustful imp off stage, singing about his desire instead. Keeping eye contact with you the whole time, winking at you. If it wasn’t for the fact he had good vocals… and the fact he’s one sexy ass snake, his poor lyrics would absolutely been made fun of.
you felt second hand embarrassment, but you couldn’t stop watching and you also knew you had ammo to make fun of him for this later.
Just like the guitar, you stole him and bolted, taking him to a hotel for the rest of the night because you cannot ride Bombproof for the life of you. Plus, the horse doesn’t let anyone but Striker ride him really…
When the next day hit and both of your heads hurt, Striker’s more than yours, you told him all about last night and he was the one who became ashamed and bashful.
“Ya’ gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me…”
“I got it on video…”
And that would be the last time Striker ever set foot in the Lust ring ever again-
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Because @kradogsrats got me thinking about it with their Harrow and Pip and Viren meta so now I'm throwing in two adjacently related cents
The first is that there is absolutely a fucking Premonition going on with dreams in the show (specifically Viren and Callum's dark magic dreams as well as Janai's nightmare) which only makes sense because all of these are 1) connected to Aaravos and subsequently star magic, and 2) dark magic which loops right back around to Aaravos
There are multiple times that images and ideas are relayed to characters who would have no way of knowing these things in the present
For example, Viren is surprised and asks Kpp'Ar about his arm, even when we know that Viren was the last person to see Kpp'Ar before he got coined, and presumably would've already been hurt / Viren would've been aware it had happened. But that doesn't seem to be the case given the dialogue
This also means that the answer Kpp'Ar gives either has to be not truthful and purely something Viren concocted (about something he didn't know had happened), which wouldn't make sense from a character or an audience standpoint, because in an episode titled "Old Wounds" we're going to remember the one visible wound we see on screen. So if the wounds are real and Kpp'Ar is truthful, there's some wonky magic knowledge time space stuff going on (which does sound like Star and adjacent dark magic to me)
We see this again with Janai's dreams concerning Khessa evolving past the point of a reoccurring nightmare to one that actually gives her, again, what we're supposed to assume is the Truth, even though Janai was leagues away from Aaravos (although she did hear his voice) and the lack of discerning his whisper wouldn't suddenly go away for no reason
And we Know there's some overlap between the dark magic dreams and the current reality happening outside the dreams, considering Viren's material reality in 5x02-5x03 directly informs his dreaming reality ("You keep moving" -> "We have to keep moving" as one example)
Most notably with the flower, Claudia begins discarding it in the dream before she drops it in real life, with Claudia receiving the flower in real life before it appears with her in the dream. So the interplay is not consistent moving in one direction solely to the other, but very much does exist
We even see this noticeably (upon rewatches) with Callum's dark magic dreams featuring foreshadowing for future seasons. Not only does having the Key represent dark magic in the dream make extra sense because it is connected to Aaravos, who is also connected to dark magic of course, it likewise has the Ocean rune on display in particular, hinting at things that haven't yet come to pass, but things that very much will
Why does this matter? Well... when Harrow does show up in Callum's dark magic dream, he is notably chained down
Or, y'know, caged like a bird
Now, this could just be because TDP likes its poignant but hella on the nose symbolism on a regular basis. It likes to use a variety of symbols concerning freedom, with a multitude of metaphors just in this episode alone: navigating a storm and steering a sheep; keys and chains; the key; and verbally, books to go along with the idea of fate and destiny being "written" or being rewritten by yourself. And I'm willing to bet that that's Most of it
But also... the Claudia with the flower, Kpp'Ar with his arm, the cube with the Ocean rune, and all that stuff... alongside how blithering little we know about Star magic at the present. Hopefully "Dreamer's Nightmare," which focuses the princes and a town beset by horrible nightmares pre-series and set to come out early August 2024, could give some answers if S6 hasn't dropped by then
Regardless leads me to my second thing regarding what actually happened in that goddamn kindly bedroom between Harrow and Viren (innuendo half intended)
I think Harrow's soul got split
The main reason this makes sense to me is twofold on a plot level and then there's 1-2 things thematically, but let's talk about the most concrete stuff first
1) There is a significant chunk of time between the last possible chance Viren could've done the spell and when we see the binding actually fall
Now to be fair, there's a delay between Runaan's binding falling off and Rayla's (because story constraints) but it's worth noting that as Runaan makes his way to the balcony, only then does it begin to loosen. He's left the room and (rightly) assumed his job is done probably because he knew he was growing weak and still needed to send the arrow, but it's clearly something that gave Harrow a bit of time to like, Live. If Harrow had fully died earlier than that in some capacity, the bindings would have fallen off ahead of time, so Runaan did something and we know (thanks to the Flowers) that Moonshadow elves can enchant objects tied to souls, not bodies, even if other people can be fooled by their appearances
So although the novelization and the show indicate that Viren did something shady as hell ("If Viren wanted to defy his former friend one last time, he'd have to do it tonight"), it isn't something that could've fully killed Harrow at that time
Hence the split. As Kradogsrats pointed out, the Soulfang serpent spell is something that due to the unique nature of the specimen as well as it's not exactly something you can practice (S4 even emphasizes how specific ingredients have to be sometimes in order for a spell to work correctly as well as multiple TDP short stories showing what can go wrong if you lose concentration) it was something that could've gone so wrong so easily.
Some of his soul had to have stayed in his body (but possibly left Harrow momentarily unconscious). Maybe Viren thought he had failed and killed him, and that would explain why he does nothing in the hallway while the assassins are attacking (he seems to kind of know but not fully get what Runaan's binding means in 1x08), although he does seem to have a hint of reservation about Callum being there in the hallway, which wouldn't make sense if he was sure that Harrow was dead, because then who was gonna give a shit that Callum was there?
Another part of his soul could've gone in the bird, as the Soulfang was in the room and so was Pip (quite prominently displayed). Viren at least attempting the spell and it being partially successful would explain why dream!Harrow imprisons him further (after all, why not let it be Kpp'Ar, who literally got coined?) in addition to Pip. Harrow has Runaan's arrow in him during the imprisonment scene as well, so it seems likely that both Viren and Runaan had an equal hand in ruining Harrow's body on that level
The main reason I can see there being at least a partial piece of Harrow's soul in Pip is well
2) Runaan and Ezran
Even if we disregard the thematic irony of Harrow being trapped in the physical symbol of freedom (a bird), there is the fact that Ezran being able to talk to animals is like... the biggest tell that something is coming around with this goddamn bird.
Like Ezran's ability to talk to animals thus far has not had a lot of plot relevance, okay, outside of season one. Like him with Ava and the spider is the last time it's directly core relevant in ways that would be hard to get around. Like his bond with Zym could exist regardless as well as seeing through his eyes. Even if being able to talk to animals absolutely helped set that up, it's not necessary for Ezran to have the communication ability per se to have what he has with Zym, and thus far even as more animals have been introduced (most notably Stella) it hasn't really come into play.
The main reason to give Ezran an ability like this is so that he can talk to Pip. The main reason to remove Pip from the castle as of S2 is because - even in the original plans where Ezran didn't go home in 2x09, he would still would have off screen after S3 and inevitably run into Pip. So there's clearly something with the bird that will become evident upon him interacting with Ezran, hence why they've been separated.
At the same time, I don't think Harrow can wholly be in the bird just because that removes some of Runaan's teeth (and Ezran's subsequent potential beef with him) in ways the show just... doesn't do? I always think about how easy it would've been for Harrow to have no knowledge of what Viren had done with the egg/Zym until it was already over (which 1x02 kinda indicates) only for 3x06 to go "No, Harrow was fully conscious and complicit, even if he had reservations and it wasn't his idea." Our mistakes indeed. So I don't think it'd make sense to let Runaan completely off the hook, especially when we just spent two seasons giving Viren an atonement arc and showing that he can grow and change (and it'll be Runaan's turn afterwards -- especially because within the narrative of the show, killing Harrow is the Only Tangibly Bad thing he's really done, so if he's absolved of that than he doesn't really have a point of being here to the same degree).
Continent Split in Two
If Harrow's soul was split in two, not only would reconciling that (aka maybe letting it Leave Pip, the way the Moonshadow troupe and Sarai's breath had to be released) be a way for the boys, particularly Ezran, to get another shot at processing their father's death... It would also reflect the divide of Xadia itself because of dark magic, and how that literal rift metaphorically, magically, and literally, is being healed and mended over.
It would also have an interesting parallel of Claudia (presumably whether Viren lives past s5 or not) having to likewise learn to let her father go and cope/grieve in a healthier manner, and it would mean that Harrow never comes back fully formed (because Ezran has to keep being King, narratively / arc wise) but we finally understand what truly happened to him.
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🥷 @TheMerc
Food $200
Data $150
Rent $800
High brand clothes that turns me into a beacon for mugging $3,600
Utility $150
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
🔫 @j4x11092023
@TheMerc spend less on clothes
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@j4x11092023 no
Turning Jax's reply into an innuendo would have been a low-hanging fruit lol
And Jax would totally use his alt to communicate with Merc, he can't sully his real account by interacting openly with them!
I also think Merc would wear expensive clothes just to give the impression of being a fearless badass— you see someone with shades wearing $500 shoes and walking through a bad neighborhood casually, you should probably cross the street and keep your head low because you don't wanna fuck with them.
Also implies Merc is bad at budgeting because they live in a broken pigsty but their wardrobe is worth nearly three times the flat.
lmaooo I can see this happening 💀 jax making a new account just to throw shade at the merc is giving... obsession. but truth is he'd do it.
I could add a designer option for the fits I'm going to add but are we talking designer clothes as in walking billboard, head to toe showing off LV or designer as you described as in wow they look hella expensive but in the sexy and "they're gonna get sooooo robbed" way. both sound like things the merc could pull off
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https://www.tumblr.com/matchanne/749059748512612352/aww-they-broke-up-thats-sad?source=share
^the hades 2 dialogue if you want to analyze it for yourslef?
So analyzing this. I do not like how it makes it seem like "he has a hard time saying no to women" which um, Nausica?
One thing I find fascinating is that it's almost like a fucking Hamilton situation with the whole "I still love my wife, I just can't control myself" which yeah bullshit but I know a lot about cheating okay? I've seen it close up for way too much of my life and I know there are people who genuinely feel like this. it's wild as someone who's asexual lol
It also is wild to me that Penelope would hear of her husband's sexual trauma and immediately think betrayal or that he doesn't love her. I've seen a couple people do that and I think it's wildly outta character for Penelope. I think she would have to be the one to constantly be like "Odysseus, you said you were scared... That's not being willing". I think there's a lot of shit going on that shows he has PTSD around sex in general (he was hella excited to be with her again after they reunite lol)
I could see this dialogue as him trying to possibly cover up trauma?? but I doubt that's what Hades 2 is going for. that would make Penelope look bad (that's a crime in and of itself)
Honestly this is just messy. idk I'm mad.
Here's some wips of mine with his trauma shit. It is in no way smut but there are a few innuendos before a fade to black as I plan for Odysseus to often try to cover "bad memories" with good ones. (aka: "Every time I start to panic or the PTSD hits me, I'll just replace all the bad sex memories with good ones." and just clinging to Penelope. This obviously scares her as "holy shit, you were just crying and now you're kissing me.") It's kind of Not Safe for Wormlings but not so much. (I've edited it quite a bit)
“Is that all?” He murmured into her neck. His hands traced across the scales of her collarbone. Gods, he missed this.
“Only minor things…” She scratched her nails into his hair. She smiled as he hummed. He was still the man she adored despite it all. “You’ll have to ask Telemachus what he knows as I only got a brief summary of what he told me.”
A brief summary that included the nymph, he thought bitterly, thinking about how Penelope brought up Calypso to the beggar. Telling him what their son had told her to try and get him to reveal himself, he most likely would’ve if it weren’t for Athena taking pity on him. Helping him hold his tears and panic until he was outside. He should’ve known Penelope would’ve done this though; His wicked woman knew how to break a person. He kissed her throat and felt it buzz under his lips as she giggled as his beard tickled her.
She brushed her fingers against the course, gray auburn hair on his chin. “Who would’ve known that the beard you always wanted would only come to you after two decades away from me.”
He groaned. “Pluck it.”
She giggled again. Music.
(they stayed in silence. Idk this is the roughest draft)
“I’m so happy they’re well…That there’s no resentment.”
Penelope couldn’t help but scoff, pulling her head back to place some kisses on his forehead. He smiled despite his burning throat. “Of course, there’s no resentment. Menelaus adores her as she does him. He knows she would never willfully stay with those men. The gods were involved in every bit of that wretched war.”
She paused, stopping her hand movements. “Why? Are you surprised? Is there something I should know about?”
“No, no, I-” He swallowed. Words escaped him. “I’m just…Happy. Like I said.”
She chuckled. “Odysseus, it’s not like he did anything too incredible for loving her. He did bare minimum, understanding when gods are involved, you have no choice.”
Odysseus’ breath hitched. Penelope stilled, concerned. “Odysseus-”
I’ve ruined this nest we made. “Nothing.” He squeezed her tighter.
She thought for a moment. “Odysseus, I know the gods and fate are the only reason you were away from me. That you tried to come home as fast as you could… I don’t blame you.”
He nodded. He tried to steady his breathing.
He pushed himself off her, kneeling with his legs in between her own and pulling her to him. He began kissing down the column of her neck. Nuzzling where a grouping of scales was before continuing his path, hands never leaving her body.
“Odysseus, I-” She jumped as his teeth gently scraped at her rib. “You know it’s supposed to be your turn to tell your stories.”
HEre's one that's supposed to be a later date. Idk. unfinished but you know.wwwwwww...
Point is, I think it's extremely out of character for Penelope to think he didn't "try hard enough" or whatever. She loves him. She knows him. They share a mind for fuck's sake. In mine, she technically is less mortal than he is as she's 75% Naiad in my works.
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Pfffft Nerds ~Marko&Paul
[Marko x Fem!Reader x Paul]
Summary: After finding out that your type is the complete oppisite of them, Paul and Marko get jealous when you introduce them to your nerdy friend
Warnings: cursing, sexual innuendos, jealousy, pet names, poly relationship,teasing
!!NOT PROOF READ!!
A/N: I kept nearly making Y/N very northern English (like me) so I will definitely be writing a headcannon with this. I also need a some sort of fruity fic as I’m lookin hella straight.
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“Hey Babe,” Paul grinned as he stepped through my bedroom with ease, Marko right behind him.
“Jeez Paul,” I huffed, the loud thud of my window opening frightened me. “One day your gonna give me a fucking heart attack.”
He giggled mischievously in response as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. Once Marko was also in my room he gave me a wink before kissing my cheek and pulling me into a hug. I was to busy loving Marko to realise Paul found my diary from two years ago.
“Dear Diary. Damien is so cute with his fluffy chocolate hair and nerdy glasses. All I want in life is for him to rant about how Mr Cahill is getting the Science equations all wrong to me all night long,” He was trying so hard not to burst out in a fit of hysterical laughter as he read from the pink fluffy notebook in his hands. “Your grammar is shite in this, Y/N”
“Paul..” I said embarrassed about him finding out about my old crushes. “Gimme the stupid diary.” I let go of the curly blond and started to walk to towards my other boyfriend.
“Hang on a minute!” Marko stepped in front of me. “I would love to hear more about this.”
“No you don’t,” I crossed my arms.
“Wait hang on Marko,” Paul eyebrows shot up in shock, “there’s other people here that babe had a thing for. By any chance did you like the nerdy people?”
My face turned a bright shade of red. It’s true. Marko and Paul were the complete opposite to those I usually go for. They wear leather jackets, flirty, charming, ride motorcycles, listen to rock and have a lot of confidence whereas I usually fall for the dorky, fluffy haired, glasses wearing geeky nerds.
“You really strayed off that path, huh?” Marko commented as he swung an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek again. “I know nothing about science except there is a guy called Einstein.”
What I failed to mention was who were my friends.
The next night the three of us rode up to the Boardwalk with Dwayne and David, who we then ditched to snoop around some shops. We were walking out the vinyl shop after successfully finding an old Kiss ‘Dressed to Kill’ album when we bumped into a handful of my friends.
“Hello Y/N!” A short girl with orange curly hair greeted as she spotted me.
“Alexa? Hi!” I reciprocated the greeting. “Oh Paul, Marko, meet Alexa, Violet and erm..” I paused as I looked at the six foot tall brunette guy in front of me who was currently pushing up his glasses, “Damien.”
I saw my boyfriends face drop as they stared at the boy in front of me. From the passage in my diary I think they were expecting a acne covered short boy who wasn’t even that attractive but instead they were faced with a tall handsome man in a sweater vest. I didn’t still have a crush on my good friend, it only lasted about a month and I then moved onto this other nerdy person, but I know how jealous the boys can get.
“Hello,” they both responded, obviously trying not to rip the poor boy apart. My friends all smiled and smiled aged back.
The thing is my friends don’t exactly know I’m in a polyamorous relationship, I’m scared on how they would react, and Paul and Marko know about them not knowing and they used to be fine with it but I think they changed their minds after learning about Damien.
“I’m glad your here!” Damien blushed, “I’ve been meaning to get back to you on that book you learnt me and your right, The Damnation Game is such a good book!”
“Yeah. I knew you would like it,” I grinned. Paul wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he looked up at his much taller opponent.
“Wanna go get food with us? Marko and Paul can come along to,” Violet smiles.
“I would love to!” I replied before looking to my boyfriends, “do you wanna tag along to them.”
“Yep!” Marko smiled. Something was definitely off with them.
We all walked along the Board walk until we got the burger place, the blonde boys sticking to my sides like glue. When we are inside I sit next to Alexa expecting Paul or Marko to fill the seat beside me but instead I was met my Damien. I caught a glimpse of annoyance in my boys’ faces as they instead sat in front of me beside and awkward looking Violet.
“So how has your been? It feels like it’s been ages since we all hung out together,” Damien chuckled, stuttering slightly. I don’t blame him for acting scared when there was two bikers staring daggers at him.
“It’s been good, thanks,” I smiled back at him.
I spent the evening laughing and talking with my friends but Paul and Marko were almost silent all night, which was highly unusual for the energetic pair.
We were about to leave the diner to go on some last minutes rides when I asked them to wait for me so I could use the bathroom.
When I was done I exited the room to be faced with Damien looking nervous. “You alright there Damien?” I asked.
“Erm.. I have something to ask you,” he nervously stated as he pushed up the glasses on his face. “Will y-you go on a date with me? Maybe? It’s okay if you don’t want to but-”
“Oh I’m sorry Damien!” I interrupt. “I’m kinda already going out with someone. Believe me, if you told sixteen me I would have said yes but your a bit too late buddy.” I tried to laugh it off.
“Oh-” he began to speak again but was interrupted by to blondes walking up to us.
“Hey Babe,” Paul calls for me.
“We’re came to see if you were okay,” Marko smirked suspiciously as I blushed a bright shade of pink as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was about to give them an angry glare, because they knew what was going on, but was caught on my Paul also pulling me into a kiss.
Afterwards, I looked at the poor boy in front of us who was between us with a shocked face. “I-I’m so sorry. If I had known that the three of you were.. y’know, I wouldn’t have asked.”
I could tell the boys were enjoying watch him panic. “Oh it’s fine don’t worry about it,” I smiled reassuringly. The boys weren’t helping the situation with them both touching me and smirking.
“I-I’m gonna go catch up with the girls,” he smiled sheepishly as he tried not to run out.
“God. Did you really have to do that?” I turn around to look at them.
“Your precious nerd was trying to steal you away, baby,” Marko pouts.
“You both are just a pair of big jealous babies, huh?” I sigh.
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NSFW Alphabet with Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of bondage, degradation, blind folding, and marking.
A/N: this was not proof read. If there are any warnings I missed, let me know and I’ll add them.
NSFW themes below the cut.
A - Aftercare (What is he like after sex?)
He’s so doting and affectionate afterwards, especially when he’s been rough with you. Lots of kisses and praise as he helps clean you up.
He loves cuddling after sex, talking about what you liked and didn’t like, plus anything else. He likes the quiet and the softness after sex.
B - Body Part (What’s his favourite body part of yours? What’s his favourite of himself?)
He adores every part of you, but he loves your tummy, your thighs, and your tits the best. He is 100% a boob guy and you cannot convince me otherwise. He’s absolutely mesmerized by how they bounce in time with his thrusts and he’s always grabbing at them during sex. Even outside the bedroom, sometimes you’ll just be sitting on the couch and he’ll reach up your shirt to hold them.
And don’t even get him started on your thighs. He is legally obligated to mark them up whenever he goes down on you. There is nothing he loves more than sucking and nipping at the soft flesh of your inner thighs.
His favourite body part of his is a tie between his hands and his back. He loves his hands because of the ways he can use them to make you feel good. Plus you said they were pretty once and he’s never let it go. Same with his back. You’ve said he has a nice back a few times, and it took him awhile to finally admit to himself that it’s true, but now it’s one of his favourite features. You’ve caught him flexing in the mirror with his neck craned to see what his back looks like a couple times and he had you swear to secrecy lest the others find out he checks himself out in the mirror.
C - Cum (Where does he like to finish? How long does it take him to get there?)
He loves finishing inside you. Something about filling you up and watching his cum mixed with your slick drip out of you just does something to him.
However, he’s typically pretty hesitant to do so without a condom so if y’all happen to be raw dogging it, his second favourite place to cum is on your chest/stomach.
D - Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of his)
To you, it’s not really a secret, but he loves taking polaroids of you midway through railing you. He loves capturing your fucked out, cock drunk expressions as he practically fucks you into the mattress.
He also wouldn’t be opposed to you taking some race-y photos of him too. If you still have the dexterity and focus to do so while bouncing on his lap, of course.
E - Experience (How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing?)
Listen, I would love to say this man gets hella bitches. Believe me, I truly would. But given his reputation in Hawkins, I would have to say he gets very minimal, if not zero, play.
However, that does not mean he’s not good at what he does. He’s learned a lot from the few sexual encounters he has had so your first time with him was actually pretty fuckin’ good. And it gets even better from there because every time you do it, he learns more about what you like and what you don’t like.
F - Favourite position (What’s his favourite position? Why is it his favourite?)
He loves any position that lets him see your face. He loves watching your your eyes roll and your mouth hang open as he does his best to make you feel good.
G - Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or is he more humorous?)
He’s typically pretty light hearted. He cracks some really stupid jokes here and there that you both can’t help but laugh at. Most of them are innuendos that he just has to say before he forgets.
H - Hair (How well groomed is he? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
The carpet does indeed match the drapes.
He’s pretty well groomed. Not totally smooth, but not unruly either. He doesn’t like the look of it fully shaved so he just keeps it trimmed.
He’s also got a little happy trail.
I - Intimacy (How romantic is he in the moment?)
He’s very romantic in the moment. Even when he’s being rough with you, he always makes sure to throw in some praise to let you know how much he loves you.
He also loves eye contact. Something about it just adds this sort of connection that makes him feel so much closer to you.
J - Jerk Off (How offen does he masturbate?)
If you aren’t around, he does it at least every other day. The man has an unbelievably high sex drive. He’s ready to go wherever and whenever so if you aren’t around, he’s gonna use some of the aforementioned polaroids to get off.
K- Kink (One or more of his kinks)
Oh boy. Here we go. These are just some of his many kinks.
- Bondage
He absolutely loves tying you up. Whether it be with fabric or handcuffs, he loves the sight of you splayed out on his mattress, hands tied to his bed frame, completely in his control. He also would not object to being tied up himself. Do with that information what you will.
- Praise
Good god.
When I tell you this man fucking loves praising you and being praised. Whenever he’s going slow and being oh so gentle, you’ll here a lot of “God, you’re so beautiful.” “Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” And, “Fuck, you feel so good.” Plus things of the like.
Whenever you praise him, it’s like his brain short circuits. His face flushes and he stutters and he always moves to cover his face up sheepishly. It’s honestly kinda cute the way he practically melts from only your sweet little words.
- Degradation
Okay, I know I just said he has a thing for praise, but hear me out. He also gets off on being degraded too. Having him go down on you and then telling him he’s fucking pathetic when he starts rutting against the mattress? He’ll cream his pants right then and there, I stg.
As for degrading you, he’s definitely willing to do it if you’re into it. A lot of the time, it comes out as sort of backhanded praise like “Such a pretty little whore, all for me.” And “Look at you, practically begging for it. You’re pathetic. Cute, but pathetic.”
- Blind folding
He likes the idea of being blind folded just as much as he likes blind folding you. Something about not being able to see you and the anticipation of not knowing what’s coming next just… does something to him, yk?
- Marking
Holy shit, he fucking LOVES marking you up. He leaves hickies all over you. Your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. He purposely leaves some in hard to hide places just so people can spot them know that you’re his.
He also love it when you do the same. Knowing that you also want people to know that he’s yours gives him a huge ego boost. He won’t even try to hide your love bites. He wears them with pride and revels in the disapproving looks he gets from people as he passes by.
- Body Worship
This kind of goes along with praise, but he loves taking his time and showing you how much he loves every single inch of you. He’ll go slow, trailing kisses down your body while he tells you how absolutely gorgeous you are.
Whenever you do the same to him, he gets so flustered. It makes him feel so good though, knowing you find him just as attractive as he finds you.
L - Location (His favourite place to have sex)
Your bed. It’s comfortable and he gets to take his time with you so of course it would be his favourite. He prefers it over his bed because it’s cleaner, for lack of a better word.
M - Motivation (What gets them going?)
Literally fucking everything.
Everything you do turns him on. You could simply look up at him and call his name to get his attention and he’ll pop a semi.
N - NO (What’s something he wouldn’t do?)
He would never actually hurt you. Impact play is one thing, but anything that involves him legitimately hurting you in any way is an immediate no from him.
O - Oral (Does he prefer giving or receiving? How skilled is he?)
He prefers giving over receiving. Hearing your moans and feeling you writhe underneath him is enough to make him finish untouched.
As for skill, this man gives some god tier head. The first few times he was learning what makes you tick, but after that? He’s a fucking master. He won’t be satisfied until you’ve cum at least three times before y’all actually get to fucking.
P - Pace (Does he like going fast and rough? Or slow and sensual?)
He likes to switch between the two. When he’s frustrated or has a lot of pent up energy, he typically goes for fast and rough, which will leave you pleasantly sore for the next day or so.
However, he also likes to go slow and show you how much he loves you. How absolutely gorgeous you are. Sometimes, he also needs you to take care of him. He won’t ask you to, but he loves when you take your time with him to let him know how pretty he is. He gets insecure sometimes and it really helps when you take the time to make him feel good and tell him how handsome he is.
Q - Quickie (Does he like quickies? How often do quickies happen?)
Quickies are definitely not a rare occurrence. You’ve fucked in some of the most absurd places. Skull Rock, the picnic bench where he deals, the bathroom at Family Video, hell, you’ve even done it on his throne in the Hellfire room. He’ll fuck you pretty much anywhere as long as you’re down.
R - Risk (Is he willing to experiment? How about taking risks?)
He loves to experiment with you. If you suggest something, he’s normally game to try it at least once.
He’s also willing to take some risks. One of which is the whole fucking in public spaces thing mentioned above. He wouldn’t actually do it in front of anyone, but he’d definitely do it in places where you could potentially get caught.
S - Stamina (How many rounds can he go? How long does he last?)
He’s got a surprising amount of stamina. He can go a considerable number of rounds before he has to tap out.
During your first time, he did not last very long but that was because he wasn’t all that experienced. As your relationship progresses, though, he ends up having an almost scary amount of self control. He won’t cum unless you have.
T - Toy (Does he own toys? Does he use them on his partner or himself?)
He doesn’t own toys, but he would absolutely be open to using them of you and himself. Like I said, he’s down to try anything once and I think he’d actually really enjoy toys.
U - Unfair (How much does he like to tease?)
Eddie is a fucking menace.
He’s constantly teasing you. If your out at a restaurant with friends, he’ll place his hand on your knee under the table and slowly slide it up dangerously high up on your thigh. Then while you’re leaving, he’ll come up behind you and whisper some absolute filth in your ear and then pull away like nothing happened.
V - Volume (How loud is he? What sounds does he make?)
He’s actually quite vocal. Not exactly loud, but definitely vocal. He makes some of the prettiest noises you have ever heard, I stg. Lots of breathy moans and sighs with the occasional whimper thrown in.
W - Wild Card (A random headcanon)
X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes?)
He’s toned but soft if that makes any sense. Like there’s definitely muscle definition but he’s not like rock hard abs and sharp angles. He’s more soft contours and subtle dips and curves where muscle meets bone. He is the literal definition of pretty.
As for his dick, he’s packing a solid 8 inches. And again, just like everything else about him, it’s pretty. A little darker than the rest of him but the tip is flushed pink. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it and it has the slightest curve upwards.
Y - Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)
In a word, he’s insatiable.
He simply can’t get enough of you. He’s ready to go all day every day.
Z - Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)
He’s always sleepy afterwards, but he always has enough energy to talk to you before he falls asleep. He likes the soft conversations you have in the foggy, post-orgasmic bliss. It can take him anywhere between twenty minutes to an hour to fall asleep after sex.
#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson st4#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson stranger things#eddie st4#eddie stranger things#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things x reader#stranger things 4#stranger things#st4
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // 12.
↦ it's a work in progress;
After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you’re helplessly spiraling for him.
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❧ warnings! profanity, one kys joke, alcohol consumption, drunk behavior, some innuendos!
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Oh Wylan, you've learnt so quickly 😂
Omg Jesper is still on the fact that they've met before.
Wait what. Excuse me. Jesper. What does that mean???? Why is everything out of your mouth am innuendo?? Jesper, explain yourself right fucking now!?!?!
Yus Wylan, damn quick thinker. Hopefully people quit bloody underestimating you. Or not actually, it works out quite well I guess 😅
Okay, jesper if you keep using your powers around Wylan he's gonna figure it out. He is hella smart, he'll work it out.
Omg Wylan, and music. Holy shit Jespers face. Man is in love.
I really need to rewatch this season but just wesper scenes
Really Kaz, this is the time you choose to tell Inej. She is struggling with an injury she can barely reach.
Is he?? Is he gonna touch her??????
YES
You can do it Kaz, we believe in you 💚
Lol Nina feeling both of their heartbeats going through the roof, knowing exactly what she just walked into 😂😂
Yus Kaz, take over them Dregs, they're yours 😍 or take them out, yeah that works too 🤷♂️😂
Kaz: gets stabbed
Also Kaz: oh yay, you handed me a weapon
Yus!!! I am loving getting to see how the Crows got to the point they're at in SoC 😍
Inejs first kill. I know she's killed before, but those were heat of the moment, self defence and defence of kaz. I know technically this was self defence too, but it feels massively different. This was her first kill
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A Rose By Any Other Name...
...would not smell as sweet as the inside of the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie-Patisserie.
Rating: E ( for Excessively Explicit Exposition of Edibles ) ((i.e.: literary food p o r n))
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If you had asked the Adrien of five minutes ago what love was he would have waxed poetic about freedom, laughter, a girl with the brightest blue eyes and the sweetest sprinkling of freckles, the color red. He would have ranted about banter, puns, awkward flirtations, and sassy retorts. He knew what love was, what being in love felt like. He knew the feelings that stirred in the soul, the butterflies in the stomach, the champagne in the veins. He felt that startling, intoxicating, heady mix of fear and joy that could only come from finding, falling for, a special person.
But that was then.
This was now and he was actually able to spend time in the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery instead of being pulled through the storefront by one person or another. This was an entirely new feeling and it was amazing. There was a strumming of the nerves in his body, and he could feel his blood rushing, his pulse pounding, echoing his excitement.
The smells that wrapped around him, making themselves at home in his nose and on his tongue were the type that calls for poems upon sonnets upon odes upon ballads to be written.
That heady, heavy scent of flour that means freshly baked bread which starts to fill you up before even taking a bite.
The ever expected light, teasing scent of sugar that knowingly leads you towards buying and eating more than is probably reasonable for one person, for a single meal. It dances around the senses, pulling attention from one thing to another, calling attention to all of the different dancing partners, teasing, cajoling, shouting at Adrien’s unquenchable sweet tooth that he might find success in satiating that bottomless craving, but only here.
Cinnamon winding its way to the forefront, setting up camp and sparking a warm fire. The smell evoking feelings of comfort and sweet, gentle heat. It whispered promises of what could be, what will be once he makes a choice.
Lavender settling in his throat, but not cloying and suffocating as he has often found the scent to be when encountered previously. Instead, it calms him, even just slightly, gives him a reason to relax, to breathe. Here, with the Dupain-Chengs, it is perfect, relaxing. That proper balance of floral and herb, of sweet and earthy. It doesn’t overwhelm but instead soothes, giving a guarantee to do More if he takes even
just…
one…
bite.
And, oh god, when the tempting siren scent of chocolate hit him on top of everything else he was the closest to heaven that he had ever been. That bittersweet smell that stuck to the tongue, to the roof of the mouth, with his mouth drying because now he was parched and needed that lovely aroma to be tangible so he could drown himself in it, in hope of maybe satiating his desire. The heavier smokiness of dark chocolate, the milky cocoa of lighter chocolates, and that almost too sweet essence of white chocolate. He could die if he tried to satisfy the desire that he had for the smell, let alone the taste, of chocolate. And what a sweet death it would be...
As he shifted, taking in another deep breath to try and taste everything just from the redolent air, the scents of different fruits finally reached him. The sweetly sharp and biting smell of orange dancing through his nose and throat. The sugary tang of raspberries wedging its way in with everything else, sticking between his teeth. The comforting and hominess of baked apples wrapping around him.
Oh god, focusing on the smells that he was so quickly falling deeper and deeper in love with were doing nothing for his self-control.
Finally taking the chance to look around him at the tantalizing display cases as he attempted to shake himself from his seductive scent induced daze, Adrien realized this was only going to get harder. Seeing all of the delicious delectables he was currently surrounded with was not going to help his… situation.
The croissants were the epitome of perfection. He could all too easily picture the flakes of airy pastry sticking to his face, his fingers, his shirt. Bites would melt away leaving behind butter, butter, and more butter. He could feel his arteries clogging just from the smell, let alone consuming one or ten or as many as he could get his hands on Right. Now. and it was glorious. Let alone the pains au chocolat, which glistened in the light with all of that butter in the pastry, but with the added seduction of chocolate, a temptation he was so rarely able to give into, unable to indulge in all of his tantalizing and delicious fantasies.
And the chocolate chip cookies - they are that perfect (purrfect) golden brown color but still oh so soft. And you can tell they are soft just looking at them because Tom and Sabine are masterful culinary magicians… the delicious smells curling their way over to him indicating just how fresh they are - a note of heat that said how recently they had been pulled from the ovens and put on display. And he just knew that the chocolate was still perfectly melty, so he can already picture the smears on his hands and face, and the act of lovingly licking away all those traces.
The macarons looking like something out of a fairy tale, or even just lifted directly from his dreams. All fantastical colors and flavors, worth every bit of affection, love, and adoration he could heap at their altar. Some the traditional and time-honored, others more trendy or the result of toiling experimentation by their divine creators, but every single one something he could, wanted, needed to sink his teeth into.
Turning slightly from the tantalizing morsels he was soon captivated again. He could all too easily imagine a wonderful candlelit table, just for him and a tarte Tatin. The caramelization on the apples glinting in the low light, like much more tantalizing jewels. The lovely blend of sweet and tart with the buttery goodness that was just begging to clog his arteries and he was so very weak to that. The pastry flaking, prompting images of a trail leading all the way…
… right into his mouth, causing him to stifle a moan down into a soft whimper because that delectable fantasy was almost too much for his control.
Oh, mon Dieu, those large, mouthwatering baguettes...
The darling cake pops that were pridefully flaunting themselves in their display jar, promised to be the best thing he could wrap his lips around.
And, God, those pain au chocolat, catching his eye (again) with the tantalizing peek of chocolate, were begging to make a mess of him, leaving flecks on his lips, his face. He could think of all sorts of indecent things to do with them…
…Like eating a couple dozen in one sitting.
But those baguettes... They continuously called a yeasty siren song, bringing his focus back to them, that promised to satisfy his hunger with lascivious carbohydrates wrapped up in a perfectly hard, thick crust that had his mind, stomach, and soul begging to be able to get his mouth around it, to be able to sink his teeth into one to get the prize inside.
Which led Adrien to the éclairs... The beguiling batons of pastry perfection with that oh so special filling. The ambrosia of the glossy chocolate frosting or the delectable caramel that merely hinted at what was secreted away inside an airy pastry. Because in this pastry wonderland the magicians who crafted each delicacy were not satisfied with vanilla and chocolate custards, no matter how amazing, how heavenly they may be. Raspberry, pistachio, lemon, hazelnut, and matcha custards and creams vamping alongside the vanilla, chocolate, and caramel éclairs-next-door. All begging, promising to make a mess of his face, his hands, his pants. To make a mess of him.
The bright colors of the fruit skewers caught his attention when he shook his head to try and push that fantasy to the back of his mind. The label on the jar reading, “糖葫芦 ~ tanghulu,” only caught his attention for a second before he marveled at the various fruits speared together - strawberries, kiwis, mandarins, grapes, pineapple, blueberries - and while not dangerously seductive like many of the others (that were still calling to him, begging him for attention and to devour them slowly or quickly, savoring and gentle, hard and fast, to satisfy all his urges) they were still so very tempting. The candied coating of sugar glistening in the ample sunlight, covering sweet and firm flesh, gently charming him with pleasing curves one after another and tempting sharp bursts of flavorful bliss if even just nibbled.
The gorgeous stained glass rosettes of the fruit tarts caught the light out of the corner of his eye. Various kaleidoscopes of bright morsels of fruit in varying patterns and designs, all nestled into a sumptuous cream that Adrien nearly fell to his knees with how much he wanted to dig into it, to get a taste, to truly be the cat that got the cream. The different notes of tart and sweet, the textures of each section - the lovely crumbly crust, the smooth vanilla cream, each bit of fruit slightly different - all coming together to make a symphony of flavorful seduction that he was so weak against, vulnerable to all the enticements that abound and surround him.
There were just so many temptations in terms of creams that he just knew would kill him trying to choose, they all hit upon his needs, his cravings, his desires. Perched above a placard for sfogliatella, nestled on top of one another were small fans of amazingly layered and flaky pastry. The fillings almost bursting out of the pastry shell, some with a beautiful orange tinted custard - or something, Adrien was too busy picturing biting into the delicious dessert during a sunset, in a secluded corner of a park to figure out what it actually was - and others a perfect and pristine cream that was ready and willing to trickle out the side of his mouth when he finally got his lips on it. And that powdered sugar that graced the tops of them all would get on his hands, his shirt, his pants giving him a reminder of just what had happened and, o h d i e u x, did he want that…
His eyes, and tastes, paused and then skipped right over the small but diverse selection of cheese tarts and breads, sending a much less tasteful or desired shiver down his spine at the fleeting thought, as he was just not into those…
He was, however, very interested in the madeleines, clafoutis, and other various gateaux and the like. But, Adrien was most especially drawn to the mille-feuille. The delicate structure and complex flavors he wanted to savor, let roll around on his tongue. Sugared cream and fruit, or more sassy chocolate or coffee, or maybe a bit of gently sweet and nutty almonds. The options were almost overwhelming with the thought of slowly wrecking the treat with his hands and mouth, eventually having to clean away all traces of the event, licking away at his fingers, scraping up traces around his lips...
And, good Lord, he felt like he needed to go to church as he looked at the -
“Oh, Adrien, dear, I’m sorry you had to wait. So, how can I help you? Anything, in particular, catch your eye?” Adrien startled at the seemingly sudden question from Sabine. He looked around and realized that while he was fantasizing, attention bounding around the shop, from case to jar to basket, the few other people that had been in the bakery had cleared out. Nino was off to the side and very well might have known what was going on inside his head if his stifled snickers were anything to go by.
Sheepishly he turned back to Sabine who was still staring at him patiently, if a little questioningly. While his hand crept up to rub at the back of his neck, Adrien managed to eke out a response, though he almost immediately regretted it as his own embarrassment managed to spike and Nino’s scoffs turned into guffaws.
“I guess one of everything you’ve made is a little much, right?”
#ml fic#mine#i write sometimes#it took me a year and a half to write edit and publish this#A Rose By Any Other Name#Adrien#food#so many food mentions#Nino and Sabine are there for the Briefest Amount of Time#the ending is a little lacking in my opinion but oh well#also featuring a ridiculous amount of italics#im not sorry#also hella innuendo#ml
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Dazai: I cant let you kill me Chuuya, my dream is to commit double suicide with a beautiful woman.
Also Dazai: Chuuya, ykno, you’re like a rich, little girl ;))
Also Dazai (in the fight vs Lovecraft): Chuuya, let’s just give up and die together <3
He’s like dropping hints he’s still smitten with Chuuya but ofc being the colossal asshat he is he just won’t say ily like a normal person
#soukoku#bsd#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs#hi bsd fandom im goikng down down in Soukoku hell#going* at a speed faster than Chuuyas gravitons#so accept my shitposting#im so glad i rediscovered my love for this ship#god ive been so hung up on snk for so long#i never got time enough to invest too much in a different story or ship#but im hella happy rn#and i love my dorky mafia boys <3#dazai is such a smitten kitten its so obvious im crying#also whats the deal with him dropping innuendoes whenever he talks with Chuuya#like he says sumn and im like sure Dazai that dint sound gay at all
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I read the edgy!karl, I’ve just finished reading the alt!dream, WHEN IS GEORGE GONNA BE NEXT 😩😩
*cracks knuckles* the hcs that everyone has provided me with has hella prepped me and I'm ready. this is dedicated to 🍭 anon, whose fanart always steals my entire heart. i love u babe
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ᶤ 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐠𝐧𝐟
± pairings: punk!Georgenotfound x fm!reader
± word count: ~3300
± warnings: smut (18+), language, tattoo work, sadism, pain kink (if you squint), domination, mentions of needles, asphyxiation
song recommendation: Cent Fois by Alice et Moi
George’s mind wandered to his curiosity of the shop across from his tattoo parlor; bright neon signs advertising the local psychic. It was a stark contrast to the dark, wet city housing the businesses. Each night he locked up, he found himself standing on the other edge of the street, staring at the signs and draperies peeking from behind the glass windows and considering shedding his skeptical nature just for one night.
While your business was alluring in and of itself, his true draw to the place came after he had spotted you moving into the apartments above. Your clean appearance completely juxtaposed the business you ran. In his opinion, all natural healers and psychics were born scam artists only focused on the quickest way to pinch a penny.
Yet day after day, he found himself having to tear his eyes from your business just to get home or he would actually venture inside. He was rather subtle about his fascination when it came to his co-workers and regular customers, but each day he prayed you would wander in, requesting some kind of tattoo in a place hidden from outside eyes.
A place he’d like to see again in a less professional setting.
You flipped the textbook page after finishing your paragraph, highlighting a date you were looking for before leaning towards your notebook and scribbling down the fact. You gnawed on the end of your pen absent-mindedly, positive you still didn’t know what your professor had been rattling off about in class a few hours prior. Your sights drifted up to the incense burning across the store from you, the stick on its last few centimeters of wood as the smoke went stale.
You chew on the inside of your cheek, debating if you should light another or wait until morning. You capped your marker and stretched your back, the bell over the door letting out a telling chime as a man peeked in.
You leaned over the counter, closing your books. “Good evening! Welcome to After Life. Can I help you find anything?” You rambled, your mind flashing to the sheet of paper tucked into the frame of your bathroom mirror so you didn’t forget the basics of customer service.
The man stepped further into your view, stuffing his fists in his jean pockets as he walked closer in a cautious motion. His dark t-shirt advertised a band you had vaguely heard of, but couldn’t think of a song even if your life depended on it. What really drew your attention were his tattooed arms; branches from a grand tree twisting every which direction to peek out from beneath his sleeves; bright floral designs and litters of birds decorating the dark wood limbs. You bit back a smile at the small mushroom tattoo near his wrist that seemed to be out of place.
The laces of his Chuck Taylors grazed the floor before he was standing in the middle of your store, looking around briefly. “I actually co-own the parlor across the street. I realized I never welcomed you officially,” he stated, hints of nervousness reflecting in his tone. His accent was calming and husky from the season change.
At the mention of the tattooist across the street, your memory flashed to the various walks of life that found themselves in your store after getting work done. You also thought of the fact that you had seen the man before you break up fights in the street stretching between your properties. The tall muscular people seemed to have no effect on him as he’d pull them apart like school children on the playground.
You pushed your books further to the side. “Oh yeah, that’s right! I should have come over and introduced myself, so don’t worry about it,” you eased, swatting the air of his comment.
He chuckled softly before reality seemed to snap into his head, making him step forward and extend a hand to you. “I’m George, by the way,” he introduced. You took his hand, muttering your own name and hoping your attention span would hold for long enough that he would be entered into your long-term memory.
His hand was calloused in yours, something that you wondered came with the job or if he was some kind of carpenter in a past life of his. You gently pulled his hand closer to you, slipping your hold out of his to look at his palm. He tittered nervously, peering at the flesh with you. Your finger traced along the mounts in his hand, finding Jupiter to be the most prominent. “That checks out,” you mumbled to yourself, nodding softly.
His eyebrows perked up. “What? Am… Am I gonna meet a tall dark stranger and take a trip across the sea?” He joked, making you smile as you looked at his Sun line.
“I didn’t peg you as an Outlander fan,” you chided.
His brows flattened for a moment, chewing the inside of his lip and playing with his snake bite piercings. You found it hard to look away from him. “Honestly, I wasn’t. A girl I was fooling around with really liked it. I don’t know…” he trailed off, making you giggle.
Your nail grazed along his heart line. “You guys were just fooling around?” You quirked, eyes meeting his. His expression narrowed smugly as if urging you to continue. “Your heart line begins below your index finger. You’re not the fooling around type.” He let out a snort. “You fall in love easily too.”
He sighed with a slight sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell if he was amazed or mocking you again. “Well, yeah. That’s…” He paused with a swallow, biting back a grin as if he was uncomfortable, but didn’t retract his hand from you. “... That’s why we’re not anymore,” he admitted. He leaned his elbows on the counter as you sat in your chair. “What else does it say?”
Your lips curled into a soft smirk, his curious eyes trailing over your face as if to watch your brain work. “You have a fire element hand which indicates that you’re confident and passionate. Maybe a bit cocky sometimes,” you teased, making him chuckle with you. You could feel his eyes on you, sending heat to your cheeks as you tried not to focus on the mount of Venus under your touch.
You wanted to ask him about his sexual indulgences, mainly because of the prevalence of Venus in his palm. “You have a mount in Jupiter, which means you’re a natural leader, and rather dominant.” You looked up at him again, watching as he bit back a smirk, seemingly understanding the subtle innuendos behind your statements.
George seemed to have some kind of effect on you, your thoughts clouding with the idea of what his snake bites would feel like against your lips. He smelled like cigarette smoke, but there was no discoloration to his skin to suggest he was the one smoking. He watched you through the hair threatening to dangle over his eyes, his gaze hinting at an attraction he had for you below his collected form. “Go on,” he murmured, voice soft and wispy as the space between the two of you seemed to warm.
You made a conscious effort to keep your sultry thoughts at bay as your thumb brushed over the area you had been avoiding telling him about. “You’re driven by desire,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… very in touch with your sexuality and you thrive on your indulgences.”
You couldn’t help but meet his eyes, the dark irises swimming with some kind of cocky smugness at what you had just told him. He pulled away from you, gently standing up. Part of you wished the counter between the two of you would vanish just so you could be pressed up against George at the mercy of his driven mind. “I feel it's only fair I tattoo you now,” he quipped, making your eyebrows raise. Your confidence shriveled yet you swore you wouldn’t let him know that fact.
You chewed on your lip, looking up at him with a hint of suspicion. “Oh, I’ve never been tattooed,” you avowed, voice carrying the slightest bit of your coaxing nature.
He smirked. “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he cajoled, teeth playing at his piercings again as you were sure he was already undressing you with his eyes. “You read me, I’d like to do the same.”
And how could you refuse such an appealing offer?
You leaned back on your elbows, your skin sticking to the leather chair beneath you as you watched him pull back his hair, elastic band dangling from his white teeth. Despite securing back his locks, bits of his bangs still hung over his forehead. You liked the interior of his parlor, maybe because it was only the two of you.
George began to fill small caps of dark ink. “I think you should get some crystals in here,” you teased, making him smirk. “I could hook you up.”
“What, like a salt lamp?” He joked, pulling on a pair of dark plastic gloves.
You snorted, lying back and looking up at the ceiling. “It might be good. Lighten the place up a bit.” George swiveled his chair closer to you muttering some kind of line about only getting them from you, but his words fell silent on your ears as his hand pushed up your shirt. You were silently thanking whatever divine force above for swaying you towards slinkier lingerie earlier that morning.
You knew he could see the lacy edges of your bra by the way his eyes nonchalantly flashed up to you before laying out his template on your ribs. You could feel hints of his warm breath against your skin as he studied it. “You can look at it if you want,” he stated.
You shook your head, wanting him close to you as long as he could be. “I trust you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his again. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he struggled not to smile at your statement. He had promised to cover a small scar for you and by the way he explained it, you were ready to be in his hands. You wet your lips as he adjusted the speed on his tattoo gun. “Will this hurt?” You asked, tucking one of your arms behind your head.
The look of unadulterated lust that he gave you made your toes want to curl. “Probably a bit. It feels good sometimes, though,” he answered. He came closer to you, resting his forearm on your stomach to angle himself in the right position. At the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, you swore your body was on fire. It took everything in your power not to moan. It could have been the adrenaline pulsing through your veins, but his soft breath and the anticipation of the needle made you feel like a junky. “I’ll be gentle, darling,” he leered, his accent muddy and low. He let the needles drag against your skin and you bit your lip, trying not to hiss at the pain. His eyes met yours. “See, not bad.”
You let out a breathy wheeze. “Shut up, you sadist,” you quipped, his chuckle coming out rather roguish as he focused on the work in front of him. Your nerves were more focused on the way George’s hands were barely caressing your body as if teasing and hinting at what he could do to you.
You drew in a sharp breath as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Shhh shh. It’ll be over soon,” he cooed, his voice sending goosebumps spreading across your body as his lips tugged into a light smirk. By your palm reading, you knew he was enjoying having this much control over you.
Part of you found it almost torture when George would look at you with soft and lusty eyes for merely a second before his gaze jutted back down to his work, murmuring soft praises about how well you were taking the pain. You would go under the needle anytime he asked, just to receive the sultry treatment he gave.
He was so close, you could have driven your fingers into his dark hair if you wanted. “How did you get this scar?” He asked, cleaning off some of the ink before continuing.
“A knife fight,” you answered without missing a beat, making him scoff. “Actually, I fell into my grandma’s glass table one time. My cousin was teaching me the Electric Slide,” you corrected, making him laugh, shaking his head slightly as he filled in a spot.
He let his tongue dart across his lips. “That’s so cute. Did you ever get it figured out?” To this you shook your head, the both of you laughing. You let out a groan as the needle dug into another area on your ribs, the sound making his eyes dart up to you. He leaned off of you, slipping one of his gloves off. “Wanna hold my hand, sweetheart?” He joked, but you took his offer, squeezing his hand in yours when it got painful enough. You held it close to your chest, hoping he would feel your heartbeat quicken each time he looked at you.
As he finished up his work, his thumb brushed against your hand absent-mindedly. You could tell by the way he gripped your hand as well that he enjoyed that the tattoo hurt you. Most of your mind was excited by how easily he was stirred up by you, while the rest was completely unsurprised and even threatened to bite out that he was a cliché.
When he was finally satisfied, he cleaned you up and stuck on a SecondSkin, biting back a grin at his work as he pulled you up by the hand he was holding onto you with. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were to see, swinging your legs over the side of his hair and walking towards his mirror. You held your shirt up, chewing on your bottom lip as you grinned at the ink. George rested a hand beside the mirror, watching you beam at his work.
All of his lines were flawless, your scar completely disappearing within his shading. You’d pitched the idea of an ode to the Creation of Adam. While it was cliche, what better to fit in the space below your breast and give George the impression that you were cultured. Yet you told him he could do whatever he wanted to it, resulting in one of the hands resembling a skeleton and the other holding a sucker. As you praised him, he shrugged off your comments, murmuring about it being his pleasure. He reached out his free hand, letting his thumb smooth over one of the edges of this bandage, which brought you closer to him.
Your cheeks warmed at the close proximity to him as his eyes grazed over your body before meeting your own. His hand moved from the bandage to your back. You leaned on your toes, pressing your lips to his. The tension between the two of you dissipated as he hungrily reacted, pulling you against him and savoring your moans as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
George’s hands moved down your body, swiftly hooking around your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to bring you back to his chair. Your hands moved into his hair, letting it loose and wrapping the band around your wrist. The leather was cold as your back pressed to it. George leaned back to pull his shirt over his head, revealing more of the tree painting the expanses of his skin.
If you weren’t so eager to be touched by him, you’d be studying the work of art.
As his lips met yours again, you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan to vibrate through his chest. You raked your nails down his back, trying to further draw out reactions from him as his hands attentively played with the lace of your bra, fingers ghosting over the skin pressing against the cups.
His lips left yours only to travel the length of your jaw and inch his way toward your waistband. Your pants were discarded with a swift tug from him before he pulled your thighs flush against his, grinding his hips against yours, hands gripping onto your sides to keep you in place. You tilted your head back, relishing in the friction as your body screamed to finally feel him take advantage of you.
You reached between the two of you, tugging at his zipper as your hunger for him escalated. His tongue flattened against your collarbone before his teeth pressed into your skin. You could feel his arousal through his jeans at the sound of your whimpering.
He pumped himself in his hand before pressing into you, the feeling of him inside of you making your head spin as if you were on some kind of ecstasy. Your moan came out needy and desperate as he thrust into you, gripping the edge of the leather seat as his breath hummed against your skin. Your fingers threaded into his hair, raking your nails down his neck as he groaned in your ear at the feeling.
One of his hands grasped your wrists together, pinning them above your head while the other wrapped around your throat. His eyes burned into yours as he leaned back, leaning his weight on your wrists and squeezing your throat, the lack of oxygen making each of your senses more heightened as he pounded into you.
Your moans of George’s name were grated as they slipped through your mouth, his relentless pace and intense hold nearly making you drool from the stimulation. By the practice of his actions, you wondered how long he had been stewing on demolishing you in this way.
He loosened his grip on your neck, leaning down to press his lips against yours, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip just to hear you groan from the rough action. You rolled your hips against his, letting him slow his pace to reach deeper within you. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he rubbed a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the makeup smudging around your eyes from his antics and the heat between the two of you.
He pressed his lips to your neck, wrapping his hand around the edge of the chair again to drive himself into you, the new angle muddling your mind and vision as your body ached to come undone. You sank your nails into his back, earning his low, raspy whispers of your name.
At his praises, you came, tugging on his hair as he bit into your shoulder again, basking in the feeling of you clenching around him.
The next day, George stretched his shoulders, peering through the front window of his shop. His mind sparked with the feeling of your legs around his waist and the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. He could practically hear you whimpering his name in his ears as he went back to touching up a fading tattoo on his friend’s arm.
“OW, George,” Clay rumbled, thigh flinching at the jab from George.
George snorted, his mind still on the high he got from your pure trust in him as you laid out on his chair. “I’ll give you something to bitch about,” George grumbled, releasing just how gentle he was during your tattoo. The way your voice got soft and quiet when he rolled over a spot that was rather tender already would most definitely be a guilty pleasure of his.
Clay barked at him again as George jerked his hand, fulfilling his promise. “I’VE BEEN NICE TO YOU ALL MORNING.”
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Magic is a Boy's Club
Couple - Spencer x Fem!reader
Warnings - language, sexual innuendos, not proofread (lmk if i missed some)
Summary - Spencer was never truly satisfied with the life he lived no matter how many accomplishments he achieved. He figured it was time to dive deep into his past and chase after someone his mind had always wandered back to… you. (My interpretation of the continuation of “52 Pickup”, 4x9, with reader as Austin the bartender)
Category - fluff (i think?)
Word Count - 6.4k
A/N - this one was a bitch to write. i also feel like this was hella dramatic for no reason but it’s all fun and games :)
**the title has no correlation to the fic, except for one part, i just like it sm so that’s why i left it**
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He sighed, running his hands through his hair as he nervously approached her apartment in a cab.
His life was comprised of milestones people his age would never have been able to achieve. He was a genius but he could never answer that one question that constantly poked and prodded at his brain.
Why wasn’t he happy?
Every single day he strived for excellence in anything and everything. Spencer made sure he was the best person he could be, reaching for the stars and accomplishing things others could only dream of.
At some point, the façade dwindled and he was left with shallow ambitions and a craving for more validation from people he barely knew. It was what kept him going for most of his life, the praise that he’d receive from his peers and the proud look on his role models’ faces.
But the satisfaction he derived from the superficial gestures faded with time. He realized that it never truly made him happy despite the feel-good chemicals that flooded his system whenever he was on the opposite end of a compliment.
Spencer left the BAU months ago in an attempt to try and find an answer to the question that was perpetually nagging him. When he looked back on his life, all he could think about was the multitude of opportunities for him to achieve the one thing that wasn’t on his resume… love.
He wasn’t thinking about the love his friends and ex-colleagues had for him, he was thinking about the kind of love that could only be savored when someone gave their heart to you.
Spencer wanted those Sunday mornings that were spent sitting on a couch with someone he cared for in his arms. He wanted to have pillow fights that ended in lying on the floor dying of laughter and conversational arguments that lasted all night long. He wanted someone he could call his to call him theirs.
He thought he saw a glimpse of it with Maeve before she was so cruelly ripped from his grasp. His little heart lived for the adrenalin that spazzed through his body from the excitement of a secret phone call or stray letter.
But his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the pretty bartender he met back at a bar in Atlanta.
Call it the remnant of his infatuation or puppy love or a foolish crush but he always managed to return to the memory of pulling out his business card with her lipstick stain on the back.
He always regretted not keeping in touch with her, she was the first stranger who even showed remotely any interest in him. There were a few calls and random emails but they slowly disappeared as life got in the way.
Spencer wished he could rewind time back to when he left you there at the police station to be interviewed by the local officers. It was a shame that neither of you got to continue your planned rendezvous but he hoped that you finally got to perform magic like you wanted to.
He closed the door to the taxi after paying for the ride and handing the driver a generous tip since he put up with his constant sighing and mumbling that was muffled by the plastic that separated the seats.
Spencer was nervous, to say the least, it had been so long since he had seen Penelope. He promised to visit her every once in a while but his promises were left unfulfilled as he sat on his couch and stared at the ceiling to reminisce on his life.
He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door while he swayed back and forth. The door opened and revealed Penelope clad in her robe, her hair messy and glasses practically hanging off her nose.
“Spencer?”
He looked away from her trying to give her some semblance of respect. “H- hi, Penelope. Um, should I come back later or…”
“No! Nope, you’re coming inside. I haven’t seen you in forever since I left.”
She pulled him in, sitting him down on the couch as she entered her room and closed the door quickly.
He looked around to see that her personality had not changed one bit. Her definition of decor was a plethora of pink items dispersed throughout her home. Fuzzy rugs were placed on the floor and photos of the team were hung all over the walls to remind her of her life at the FBI.
Penelope opened the door and rushed to sit back down with Spencer, enveloping him in a massive hug.
“God,” she mumbled into his shoulder while ruffling his hair, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
He smiled, laughing as she used her hands to rub his back and tangle his already messy hair.
“It’s only been a couple of months since I last saw you.”
“Well that’s a couple of months too long,” she pulled away and pinched his cheeks, “You promised you’d visit me and I haven’t even gotten one phone call. ONE!”
“I’m sorry. I-”
“Nope! No excuses, I won’t hear them. I want you to tell me everything that’s happened since you left the BAU. I’ve been asking for updates about everyone and you have been awol. No one knows where you’ve been or what you’ve been up to.”
“I’ve been… doing stuff.”
She squished his cheeks together as if he was still the shiny little boy that walked into the BAU with doe eyes and rose-colored glasses.
“What kind of stuff, are you in trouble? Spencer, what did you do?”
He laughed, taking her hands off his cheeks and squeezing them. “Nothing, I promise. I was just a little… lost?”
“Lost? What’s finally stumped my beloved genius?”
“Everything.”
She giggled, “That’s kind of vague, don’t you think?”
“Maybe, but it’s just embarrassing to say.”
Penelope used her hands to bring his head onto her shoulder. “Tell me, nothing is too embarrassing.”
“Love. That’s what’s got me stumped,” he pouted.
“Wait,” she put her hands on his shoulder and shook him back and forth, “You have someone and you didn’t tell me?”
Spencer scratched the back of his neck as a light pink dusted his cheeks, smiling at the thought of finding her again. “N- no. I was um, I was wondering if you could help me find someone?”
She folded her arms, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Oh. So you only came to visit because you need something.”
He stood up, waving his hands around haphazardly as he tried to backpedal. “No! I- I mean… I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that I um. I promise that I didn’t come here for superficial reasons, I just needed your help and I thought that maybe I could ask on my way here. B- but I guess it prompted my visit so maybe I do subconsciously have an ulterior motive but I-”
“I’m just kidding, Spencer,” she sighed sarcastically, “And people tell me I’m the dramatic one.”
She shooed him back to the couch and patted his head while she grabbed her laptop from the coffee table in front of them.
“What’s their name?” She looked over at him to see him reluctantly biting his lip and flicking his eyes between her and the keyboard.
Penelope nudged him playfully. “Come on now, don’t chicken out on me.”
“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N.”
“You know you have to give me more than that, genius.”
“Sh- she’s from a case that we solved years ago in Atlanta, the bartender who was taken by the unsub right before we apprehended him,” he stated shyly.
“Ohh. Is she the girl you wooed with a magic trick?”
He looked at her, his lips forming an awkward thin line. “How did you know that?”
“Morgan saw you making out with that lipstick stain on the back of your card. We put two and two together, you were always so stupid and predictable.”
“I- I swear I wasn’t making out with it, there was um… I dropped some food onto it. I was trying to lick it off.”
“This coming from the Dr. Reid who went on a two hour long tangent about how the ‘5 second rule’ doesn’t exist?”
He leaned back, sighing and pouting slightly. “I wasn’t making out with it.”
“Mhm. Oh! I found her.” Spencer eagerly sat up straight and leaned over Penelope’s shoulder.
She pushed his face away from her with the palm of her hand, “Calm down tiger. I can feel your breath on the back of my neck.”
He moved away slightly, mumbling, “Sorry.”
She laughed, “So, it seems like your pretty lady is….. Oh! It seems like she’s an hour away in San Francisco.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Her address isn’t disclosed here which is odd since I can usually find anyone’s personal info in a blink of an eye but I have her work address. Bad news is that that’s all I have”
“Can you send-”
“Done and done.”
He stood up, heart beating quick with the anticipation of finding you again. “Thank you, Penelope. I- I know it seems like I’m just using you but I really do appreciate-”
She wrapped her arms around him to shut him up. “I’m happy to help you, you know that. I will always be here for you and the rest of our family no matter where I am. I could never forget about you, Spencer.”
He smiled. “It’s impossible for me to forget but if I had the average memory I wouldn’t forget about you either.”
“Good, now go forth and-”
“Hey, hun. Do you know where the extra towels are, I couldn’t-”
Spencer turned around to see Luke, his bottom half barely covered with a towel. Luke looked between Penelope and Spencer before waving to Reid awkwardly.
“Hi, Luke. I didn’t know you were visiting Garcia… amongst other things,” Spencer smirked, looking over to the woman behind him who was furious with her practically naked lover.
Penelope blushed. “No one knows except for Morgan.” She pushed him back into the room before slamming the door shut as Spencer smiled at how happy she really is in her new life.
“Wow. The two of you have really been going at it for the past 7 months haven’t you?”
She whacked his arm and placed his messenger bag in his hands before opening the front door to get her intrusive friend out of her home. “How do you know that?”
He smiled, giving her a hug before stepping out of her apartment.
“You aren’t the only one Derek tells things to.”
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Spencer stepped out of his rental car as he was immediately hit with the chilly winds of San Francisco. He tried to calm himself down with the repetition of his footsteps on the pavement and the tiled floors inside the sleek structure.
It was a large building with your name placed at the top in large gold letters. On days where the sun decided to make an appearance, its rays would be reflected off and share just how bright you really were.
He had heard of the firm before but he never thought that it would be you who started it, not that you weren’t capable. Spencer pushed the button to the 15th floor and waited inside the luxurious elevator, met with his reflection in the mirror-like doors.
He was never one to care about his appearance after already coming to terms with the fact that he would probably never have someone to impress. All that changed with each ping of the elevator, every passing floor only made his racing heart want to beat faster until it was eventually free from the confines of his chest.
Spencer had no idea what he was getting into, it had been too long since he last saw you. Would you blame him for disappearing like one of the magic tricks he showed you while he was still in Atlanta?
He didn’t have time to back out, the sliding doors in front of him gliding apart to reveal a busy office layout with people running around with piles of paper in their hands. His eyes glazed around the glass walls that divided different offices from the desks outside and the floor-to-ceiling windows that rose up into the clouds.
You made a name for yourself like he tried to when he was younger, fulfilling all the dreams he never even knew you had.
Something as menial as a magic trick, and maybe being kidnapped by a murderous serial killer, prompted you to ditch the lousy pay of a job behind a bar and start something that he could only dream of achieving.
He was important and so was his job at the BAU but the lengths you went to, the hoops you jumped through, the obstacles you traversed made his accomplishments pale in comparison.
Spencer moved along the buzzing interns who were rushing around to get their boss’ coffees and copy paperwork.
“Sir!” He turned around, taking his hands out of his pocket as a man from what seemed like a receptionist’s desk walked toward him.
“Sir, I’m sorry. Do you have an appointment?”
Spencer shook his head. “No, I’m actually just looking for someone. I’m not here for a consultation or anything.”
He nodded, “Who are you looking for?”
“Um, Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Oh, I’m afraid you’ll have to come back after you’ve made an appointment. Ms. Y/L/N is a very busy woman and I’m not sure she would appreciate someone visiting her on a whim.”
Spencer sighed, “Right, of course. I’m sorry.”
He looked down at the man in front of him before walking in the opposite reaction of the elevator. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, the kind that he only felt whenever he was chasing after something— whether it was an unsub or you.
He looked around, quickly profiling the floor to figure out where you would be. He could hear the man behind him calling for security but he couldn’t care less. The attraction he felt for you, an attraction that manifested years ago, was magnetizing. He was so close to seeing you again and he’d be a fool to let something as trivial as scheduling keep him from finding you.
Spencer had no idea why he had an instinctual need to be with you, it wasn’t like you were the only person who’s ever shown interest in him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were the first. There was Ethan, of course, but reuniting with Spencer’s first love was an unfeasible feat.
There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Despite the fact that he was a self-proclaimed socially inept genius, he felt the pull that he had on you and the pull you had on him.
The two of you only spent a limited amount of time together but it was enough to leave a lasting impression on his heart. He thought about it on the ride from Silicon Valley to San Francisco, the reason why he was hellbent on finding you. There was no guarantee that you’d remember him, let alone accept whatever it was he was going to stutter out if he got to see you.
He stopped as time stood still when he saw you holding the door open for one of your clients. His maneuvering through the constantly moving people around him stopped which left him completely powerless against the buff men coming to kick him out of the building.
He didn’t think it was possible for him to see something so heavenly, so ethereal while he was completely conscious, but you always seemed to prove him wrong.
Your beauty hadn’t faded even as time wore away the strongest mountains and rocks. A transcendental glow was cast around you which only served to enhance the sharpness in your features.
Spencer was caught up in a trance before he felt arms wrapping around him, dragging him away from you.
“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice slowly regaining the strength that had developed from the years of his submissiveness weathering away, “Y/N!”
You turned around and saw him, your eyes widening.
“Hey, hey! Stop!”
He was placed onto his feet as the guards held him tightly with their hands. “Ms. Y/L/N.”
“It’s alright guys,” you looked at him, taking in the difference in his appearance, “You can let go of him.”
“Are you sure, he seemed pretty adamant about finding you?”
You giggled, “That may not be such a bad thing.”
“At least let us pat him down to check for weapons.”
“That’s unnecessary, thank you for your diligence.” They nodded at you, letting go of Spencer’s forearms and walking away.
“Spencer Reid, in the flesh.”
He blushed, “Y/N. I- It’s been a while.”
“It has been. What’s got you so eager to find me, weren’t you the one who abandoned me all those years ago?”
“I- I didn’t.”
You patted his arm, leading him to your office. “You can never take a joke can you.”
He smiled. “You’re not the first one to tell me that.”
Spencer sat down and took a look at your office, his eyes peering over the abundance of certificates and awards that lined your walls and shelves. He studied behavior for most of his life, knowing full well that you weren’t doing it out of vanity.
“I hope I’m not bothering you right now, the man in the front said that you have a busy day today.”
You handed him a water bottle. “I do, but I don’t mind sparing a couple of moments for the magician that started it all.”
He laughed humorlessly, bouncing his leg up and down to calm his nerves. “I don’t understand how a few measly magic tricks could have possibly led to you becoming a lawyer and starting your own firm.”
“It’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
You chuckled, “Well I don’t. I have a consultation in 5 minutes and that’s definitely not enough for me to explain it all.
His heart dropped down to the pits of his stomach. “No, you’re busy. I- I got it. Maybe I should just-”
“Slow your roll, you’re always in a rush to leave aren’t you?” You expected a couple of friendly laughs but nothing but silence filled the air between the two of you.
You giggled, “I should really work on my sense of humor, shouldn’t I?”
“Maybe,” he laughed.
“Do you want to have dinner together? Tonight maybe?”
“Dinner?”
The end of your lips moved upwards, a smile playing on your mouth. “Did you expect me to let you just walk away after you pulled that stunt outside my office earlier?”
He blushed. “N- no, I guess not.”
“There’s this place with an amazing show and fantastic food. It’s on Castro Street and 6th. Want to meet there at 7?”
He nodded, a little too hard judging by the pretty laughs that fell from your lips. “I- I’ll be there.”
“It’s a date.”
He looked down at you, making sure the memory of your reunion was permanently etched into his brain.
“It’s a date.”
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Spencer was nervous, he had been since he entered your firm. He was particularly fidgety, wondering how the night would go and what would happen after.
He called Penelope, asking her what he should wear. He had never had an eye for ‘fashion’, all he ever knew were converse, sweater vests, cardigans, and slacks. She recommended going simple with a black tux and halfway decent hair.
Spencer never really knew how to take care of his curls. After he stopped slicking his hair back and combing it with gel, his curls had become less defined and bouncy. Garcia was always the one taking care of him, showing him how he should dry it and style it in a way that looked presentable.
His mother was around but she wasn’t there. He appreciated Penny, she was his motherly sister— always making sure that he knew he was loved and appreciated.
He stood outside waiting for you to show up. Spencer wasn’t surprised if you ditched him for some other guy… you were a hotshot lawyer, you had people falling at your feet. His self-confidence was never towards the top of the spectrum and it managed to fall even lower when he thought of you.
It wasn’t about status at all, he felt guilty for leaving you. You did call him and email him but those means of communication went unanswered, he didn’t understand how you could forgive him so easily.
“Spencer!”
Butterflies.
“Spencer, I’m glad you made it!” He turned around and saw you walking towards him, the sound of your heels clicking on the concrete paralleled the beating of his heart.
Butterflies in his stomach, they fluttered— their wings tickling the inside of his abdomen for liberation.
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” he smiled and took your hand on a whim, too embarrassed to let go after his spur of confidence broke the awkward tension.
You smiled, going along with him and squeezing his hand. You could feel his pulse against your forearm, absorbing the vibrations of each individual pulse.
It had been a while since you had time to enjoy a night with someone who wasn’t one of the people you worked with. You missed when life used to be so simple but you’d never go back to when you were working at the bar.
You always strived for more but never had the motivation to do so until your life, quite literally, flashed before your eyes.
Spencer stood there, unsure of what to do or where to go. You giggled at his random spurts of confidence, taking his hand and leading him into the dimly lit building.
“What is this?” He looked around, amazed by the stage in front of him and the sights of the people around him.
“It’s the preface to dinner… a magic show.”
He whipped his head around and looked at you. Magic seemed to be a recurring theme in your time together, making quick appearances here and there. His heart began to glow at the thought of you bringing him to a place that seemed to mean so much to the two of you.
A simple magic trick brought the two of you together in a situation where Spencer probably wouldn’t have been able to capture your attention with a sketch of the unsub. It’s what created that initial spark, it was a cherished memory that he had no intention of leaving in the dust.
The two of you sat down next to each other at the small table.
You reached over to grab his hand. “Excited?”
“I- I haven’t been to a magic show in a while, s- since my dad last took me.”
“Well, I’m glad I have the chance to reintroduce it to you. I go every single week if I can,” you could feel your cheeks began to heat as you smiled and looked away shyly, “You know I do.”
Spencer was about to speak before he was interrupted by the magician and his assistant walking out onto the stage. He used to dream of performing magic professionally but it was an irrational one that was flushed out of his head once he found out about the BAU.
That didn’t mean he didn’t love watching it. Seeing all the tricks performed on stage and figuring out how they were done always intrigued him. His brain craved stimulation and magic gave it just that.
You felt the same way, enamored with the beauty of someone’s ability to make things vanish before your eyes. It was no wonder that so many people learned all these tricks to impress even the most unimpressible, they never cease to amaze whether the recipient knew the details behind it or not.
You didn’t even realize the show had started until Spencer had scooted his chair over from his side of the table towards yours. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear to expose the tender skin on your neck.
He whispered in a tone that was a little too sensual for the public, “Do you want me to explain how they’re doing it?”
You cleared your throat. “Um, s- sure.”
“Okay, so it’s all in the illusion. Making things vanish is the foundation of all magic and so is sleight of hand.”
“Mhm,” you closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath ghosting your ear.
“I can make anything disappear if you give me the chance, Y/N.”
“Is that supposed to have a double meaning?”
“I don’t know, do you want it to have a double meaning? It could… but I don't think it’d be the most appropriate thing to explain in the midst of a public show.” You had no response ready to fire back at him, pretending as if you didn’t hear the words he loudly whispered straight into your ear.
You could practically feel him grinning like a fool beside you, satisfied with the physical effect his teasing words had on you.
The rest of the show was spent with you completely silent, enjoying the magic as he continued to whisper in your ear. You had absolutely no idea how you maintained your focus after the words he muttered into your ear.
The two of you were led back into the dining room where Spencer pulled out your chair for you like the devilishly handsome gentleman he is.
You smiled at him. “What did you think of the show?”
“It was great. The diversity of the tricks and their skill was unlike anything I’ve ever seen in a show before. What did you think of it?”
You giggled, “I always love watching people do magic, I think it’s something that started when you did that neat trick at the bar. Though… I do think I would have enjoyed it more if you hadn’t been whispering borderline sexual things in my ear.”
He shrugged, “I never meant for it to be sexual, I guess it’s all in personal perception.”
“Nice save, Doctor.”
“Always.”
You ordered dinner as you usually would, giving Spencer pointers on what he should get since he had never been before. The rest of the night flew by in a breeze as you two lazily conversed with each other, laughing and drinking the time away. You couldn’t help but compare the rather polarized differences in the way he looked and acted.
He was young and sweet and naive when you first met him, a little glimmer of hope in his eye that was constantly shining in his brown hazel eyes. You expected a change, as one usually does with the passing of time, but not something as drastic as going from bright and bubbly to dark and husky.
Every once and a while you could see the little specs of purity shining from within him, masked with the years of trauma that piled it deep inside him. Time brought along confidence in him and you enjoyed it much more than you’d like to admit.
He walked out of the restaurant with you following behind him.
“You know,” He looked down at you as you continued to speak, “I’ve learned more from you in the past few hours than I have while I was training with a magician.”
His ears perked up as he quirked his head to the side, “Wait you were an apprentice?”
“Mhm.”
“Why’d you stop?”
“I was only there to look pretty, Spencer. Aside from standing there and waving in a sparkly dress, I learned nothing. Magic is nothing but a boy’s club and it didn’t sit right with me so I just left it behind?”
He chuckled, “You left it behind for an arguably more male-dominated field?”
“Yeah, not the best idea on my part but I love what I do and I think my mom would too. She um, she never got the chance to go to law school so I thought it’d be nice to try to achieve what she never did, I guess.”
“I think it was a good idea as long as you like what you’re doing.” He placed a hand on the small of your back in an attempt to comfort you from the hurdles you may have had to overcome alone.
“I do but I think I would have really liked doing magic too.”
“I can teach you.”
He could hear his heart beating in his chest. Offering to teach you how to do some simple tricks was his last attempt of making the dream of having you within his reach last longer than the world thought it should have.
Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him curiously. “Teach me magic?”
“Well, you never really got to learn and I’d love to help you.”
You scrunched your nose and closed your eyes in disbelief at his tempting proposition. “Now?”
“If you want me to.”
You smiled, a light fluttering in your heart at the thought of Spencer sitting close by you. “Of course I do. I just, I don’t have anything that we could-”
“I have some stuff in my car.”
“In your car?”
“I always come prepared.”
You giggled, “Well, lead the way. I hailed a cab here so I wouldn’t mind if you drove to my place. You can try to teach me there?”
He nodded, leading you to his car. It was a short, quiet ride that was filled with contemplative thoughts that swirled around in your brain. A whirlwind of questions that revolved around the very man driving your car led you into a stump.
You barely knew him aside from the snippets he revealed every once in a while. He was kind and funny and caring— everything that you wanted to have around.
You’ve been so focused on success that there never seemed to be enough time for you to find someone to be happy with. All you could do was hope that Spencer was the one that would be there with you.
You felt the car stop which knocked you out of your temporary trance. He hopped out of his side as you did the same. The streets were completely empty, you and Spencer being the only people to walk its ground.
You were just about to shut the door when his hand landed on yours. The motion sent shockwaves through the tips of your fingers that pulsated through the rest of your body. Your head turned towards him as he used his other hand to motion towards the seat of the car.
“Get back in,” he insisted.
“What? I don’t-”
“Get back in the car.”
You obliged, your heels rubbing against the carpet of the car as he closed the door and opened it again. He reached his hand in to help you out of the car. You took it, the warmth from his palm transferring to yours.
“Did you just make me get back in the car so you could open it for me?” A curious smile played on your lips as the ends of his mouth were upturned. You could tell he was blushing even under the dimly lit lamplight above you, barely illuminating your surroundings.
“All you’ve ever known are misogynistic men, the cards are already stacked against me. I need to do something to convince you that I’m worth your time.”
“That’s an ambitious goal.”
“Well, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”
His words caused a warm feeling to spread in your chest, a couple of humorous giggles escaping from inside you.
You followed him to the trunk of his car where he grabbed a large duffel bag. He wordlessly walked to the front of your door, your mind trying to figure out what he had in the bag.
Your mind was racing to figure out what was in his bag as you shoved the key into the lock, turning it and letting him walk in first. Spencer set the bag down on your table, opening it and grabbing an abundance of different colorful scarves and multiple decks of cards.
You reached over, grabbing one of them as you inspected it. “You just carry this bag of magic stuff around with you?”
“No, I just thought that you’d like to learn if I offered. I brought it just in case.”
“Smart man,” you teased.
He shook his head in return. “So, what do you want to learn?”
“How about you teach me that first trick you showed me?”
He pouted, “But that’s my best one.”
“Okay,” you looked back at him, “Maybe we can try something else?”
“I’m just kidding, ‘you really can’t take a joke can you’?” He mocked.
“Funny.”
“I was thinking I could teach you something else? Can I demonstrate for you first?”
You nodded as he reached into the bag and motioned for you to sit down on the couch. Spencer sat across from you, leaning down onto the coffee table and shuffling the deck of cards at an obnoxiously pretentious speed.
“Okay. Choose a card, remember it, and place it back down into the deck.”
You did as he told, grabbing the queen of hearts and sticking back in between two other cards in the stack he was holding in his hands. You looked at his face as he focused on shuffling the cards around, admiring the way he poked his tongue out from time to time as he averted all his attention to the flimsy pieces of paper.
“Alright,” he said while he lifted the 1 of hearts, “Is this your card?”
You smiled, shaking your head. “No.”
“Shit, really? This isn’t your card? It must be one of these two, right?”
You shook your head once again as he lifted the 4 and 3 of hearts.
“What, this doesn’t make any-,” he paused, his mood shifting and a smile appearing on his face, “I know where it is.”
“Where is it?”
“Behind your barrette.”
You tilted your head quizzically, a look of puzzlement on your face. “I’m not wearing one.”
“Are you sure about that?” He nodded towards the side of your head with a smug look on his face.
Your brow furrowed, reaching your hand up to your hair to pull out the same barrette that you wore the day the two of you met at the bar. The corner of a card was stuck in the clips… the queen of hearts.
Scribbled on the top of the card was arguably the corniest thing you’ve ever read, ‘I'd love to make magic happen with you... Will you be my girlfriend?’.
“Is this your card?” He teased.
You nodded, realizing the little nods to your first interaction with each other. “That was… clever.”
“I’m glad you liked it but um, you never answered.” You raised your head, meeting his peering gaze directed towards you.
“I- I know it’s kind of soon and we’ve only been on one date id you even count this as one date but I’d really love to-”
You shut him up by placing your lips onto his, the two of them moving in accordance with the other. He reached over to you and pulled you closer to him, completely forgetting that you were on the couch and he was on the table.
You fell down in the gap between both pieces of furniture, pulling him down with you. The two of you ended up in a fit of laughter as he tried to pull you back up onto your feet.
“I’m sorry about that, um… yeah.”
“It’s alright,” you grinned, “But the answer is yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
His face lit up with the same optimism whose presence was so missed by the people around him. “Really?”
“Really. Now, you have all the time in the world to show me every magic trick you possibly can.”
“Starting now?”
“Maybe after a redo of that first kiss.”
He nodded, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you flush against his body. One of his hands traveled up your side until it reached your cheek, rubbing it tenderly as it inched your face closer to his.
His eyes were half-open, fluttering close. Time stopped as your lips met for a second time, his intoxicating scent invading all of your senses. The audible pounding in your chest was overtaken by the way his soft lips moved against yours.
You pulled apart, the two of you panting slightly for air. He rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips as he pulled you closer into his chest. You could hear the same pounding sound as your ear pressed up against him.
The atmosphere was euphoric as the two of you finally discovered something both old and new, your feelings for the other. It all started as a flirty conversation at a bar and led to Spencer flying across the country and managing to woo you all over again with another simple magic trick.
While he held you in his arms, he could finally overcome the one stubborn question he thought he could never answer. It refused to leave the comfort of his mind, but it had no choice but to pack it’s bags and leave the moment he met you.
Why wasn’t he happy?
Because he didn’t have you.
There was no doubt that he would give everything up— all the titles, all the awards, all the achievements— to spend even one moment with you. He couldn’t describe the tender affection, the rush of excitement to be near you, the passion, the fun, or the yearning.
The feeling of seeing you again made him feel quiet. A calming of the ever-churning atlantic waves inside him. They were laid to rest as he crossed the serene waters to meet you. Time couldn’t begin to define the overwhelming amicable feelings his heart harbored for you despite the little time you spent together.
He found the key, the answer.
Magic was how it all started and magic was how it would end.
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‘Songfell’ appreciation post
Hello hello! I do a lot of art for this fanfic called ‘Songfell’, which is one of my favourite fanfics I’ve ever read. Today it’s author’s birthday!! Happy birthday @ikustioa!! Like I did with ‘The World, Upside Down’, today I just wanna list all of the things (well, all the things I can put in the worlds beyond plain AAAAAA. And a lot of AAAAAAA in general, because I want to properly fangirl over every moment) I love about this fanfic chapter-by-chapter all the way to chapter 21, which is by now the last one.
You haven’t read it? Then give it a try! It’s amazing! This most is 80% me quoting amazing and witty writing, it’s a sin not to give it a shot. You can also watch dramatic reading videos narrated by amazing people and full of wonderful illustrations here (you can try watching the trailer first!), and check out @songfell-ut. And I want to say big thanks to @dale-the-human , without you we’d never had these amazing videos and I’d never befriend you, Ikky, Sharky and more wonderful people involved in this fun project.
❗❕SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE FANFIC UP TO CHAPTER 21!❕❗
❗❕INCLUDES A LOT OF INNUENDOS AND MATURE THEMES MENTIONED❕❗
and now, without further adue:
All the things I love about ‘Songfell’ (this post around 16k words long!!)
(quotes from the fanfic are put into ‘this’)
Chapter 1
- Its based on a comic and gives me hope that one day someone writes an amazing story based on some piece of my work (some people wrote stuff, and i adore it all, reread it too much and yearn for more)
- Since its based on a comic, let's once again appreciate @lostmypotatoes for creating it. I was so hyped when it first dropped, and i still love it to this day even without attachment of songfell
- despite only being 21 chapter for now, it’s HUGE. Like a big big pizza, made from 200k words. That’s amazing, and you, Ikky, should be super duper proud of yourself.
- lights coming from witchlights. What is it? I do not know. But this is world of magic, and its cool.
- Frisk is badass
- The fact how BIG Sans is in this story. It’s hella fun! A bit problematic when it comes to art, but very fun and different!
- Sans contemplating all the various ways he would like to kill humans today
And then just like that it goes to
- 'Sans was not quite so confident now. In fact, his first impulse was to run away screaming.'
- 'Once upon a time, he'd tormented his brother with stories about a bad little skeleton who went out alone after dark, or talked to strangers, or didn't do his big brother's chores for him...'
- '...and just touching them [barriers] would kill you.' or give your hand a funny face, you never know
- 'He might still be afraid, but every fiber of his being wanted that woman dead on the floor. ' just remove word 'dead' and that sentence would describe next 20 chapters pretty good
- Sans thinking she is boned only to take peek at her soul and realize that he is the one who is boned
- 'A merry little chorus of Shiiiiit shit shit shit rang in his head...'
- The way Sans tricks Frisk into the Barrier and distracts her. He's one cunning cookie
- Sans still loving Kris despite all the shit humans had done in his life
- Frisk patting gaster blaster
- 'His first reaction was horrified indignation; he might be about to vaporize her, but for crap's sake, he wasn't being inappropriate.'
- I love that Frisk uses songs/hums as way to express her magic
- First thing Frisk says after being almost killed by a giant monster is telling guards not to kill that giant monster
- For some reason being High Priestess comes with the biggest human made bed in existence and i love it
- Sans being so suspicious of human he didn't eat anything despite starving for god knows how long
- ' "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs" '
- the science of germs reached... wherever the time period they are in
- 'She was almost panting now, gripping the fork like a trident. Sans was staring at her like she'd grown another head.'
- 'On impulse, the priestess knelt, looking up at him and hoping the effect wasn't spoiled by the dirty fork.'
- The fact that Frisk is ballsy enough to ask not just some monster, but a giant killing machine boss monster to be her apprentice
- Frisk may look and act calm and collected but she still has to overpower her fear and by extension her instinct to protect herself
- 'She was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand him a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.'
- Sans being picky about forks only to down his food without one instead
- The fact that Frisk can take off her veil without disturbing her hairdress. I imagine it like people pulling cloth off the table without disturbing stuff on it. Description confirms it 👌
- 'And as High Priestess, if she wanted to use her sacred veil to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating her and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop her?' Yes, I will quote all those juxtaposition moments, because it completely aligness with my sense of humour and one of the reason I love Ikky's writing. Prepare to see sooo many quotes because I can’t help it I adore them all
- The moment Frisk pulls off her veil and turns to Sans, capturing his heartu. Epic. I’m not surprised a few people drew it, but let me pride myself in drawing it first, and it being first songfell fanart. I may sound pathetic but I don't care! I was first! Bite me!
- Everything about Sans' reaction
- Frisk sticking food into Sans' mouth after she flustered him
- Sans showing his tongue and Frisk's reaction
- Sans just wanting to know Frisk's actual name
- Sans asking where's the bathroom
- Them exchanging puns. Always warms my heart
- '...but then she had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense...'
- Sans never understanding human men's fascination with ladies but being absolutely stunned by Frisk. Y E S. I'm living it
- 'Why did she have to like puns, too?' One of my most favorite lines in the whole fanfic. I think back to it sometimes.
- 'This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast.' SANS IS A MESS ALREADY I LOVE IT SO MUCH
- Sans thinking earlier how monsters come in all shapes in sizes and then getting distracted by her 'nice rack'
- 'He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.
She smiled, tilting her head.
"Yeah," Sans said out loud.' This. I adore this moment. Best end of a chapter there can be. I always feel so light inside when I read it, and it makes me extremely happy
Chapter 2
- Sans putting glow from his eyes out to be sneaky
- Frisk expertly tricking child into taking medicine and Sans acknowledging it
- Sans offering to kill someone for her and its only chapter 2
- ' "The first day, after being flagrantly mind-controlled into agreeing to stay..." '
- Out of all monsters to pick as apprentice Frisk not only picked a giant killing machine boss monster, but a skeleton who can't smell and has minimal sense of touch
- Sans being disappointed that she wears the veil most of the time
- 'She was obviously pleased that he cared enough to take notes, though not in a smug or irritating way; it just made her happy, and that made him...not unhappy.'
- I, too think that Sans taking notes is cute
- '...the nature of his blue magic, even if was getting more red than blue these days.'
- Image of giant Sans reading tiny books
- 'Sans put the book down and tapped his own face, and she got the hint, rubbing her cheek with the back of her hand.'
- ' "'Natural' father?" he queried. "What, do some humans have unnatural kids?" '
- ' Sans' eyes narrowed. "What is it with humans an' explodin' stuff by accident?" ' AH THE IRONY
- Imagining next High Priestess getting the room and seeing the bed and wondering what the heck happened to the bedpost
- 'It'd been easy to tell himself that he could always bust out of here if he needed to, or that the lady would let him send a message or even go have a quick visit before coming back here, but...' the way Sans just trying to reassure himself :<
- 'He didn't slam the doors shut behind her, but it was pretty close.'
- His whole outburst in general. He's sitting there, anxious about Kris, then his brother, and Frisk touches the nerve of how he came to be a boss monster. Damn.
- The box! What's in the box??
- ' "...you're putting a tiny bit of yourself into it. You have to make sure that it's a good bit."
"Pretty sure all my bits are bad by now," Sans remarked.'
- HE WANTS TO COME BACK AFTER HE WARNS HIS BROTHER
- 'Wait. Come back? What the hell was he thinking? Why would he choose to be locked up by any human? No matter how pretty, and gutsy, and sweet and melodic and...
Crap.' y e s
- He already thinking about bringing her with him. Like a pet. s a n s
- Gaster named himself Serif. Discreet, G, discreet
- ' "I am very pleased to see you again, Sans the skeleton." ' a g a i n
- I'm not big Gaster fan, but I do like Gaster as a character in Songfell. He gives a lot of answers but still leaves so many questions... and you still quite not sure which side he is on and his motives, which is intriguing. And after rereading this whole thing, I love Gaster.
- I love every time we see the babble of Frisk's teachings to Sans.
- The tidbit about Frisk paying extra to make sure her food aint tampered with
- Sans asking about the shirt and Frisk's matter-of-fact answer
- "He acknowledged her smartassery with a respectful nod."
- ' "Hm." He scratched the side of his head. "What am I payin' you for my food?"
Frisk laughed, shaking out the other leg. "The pleasure of your company." ' this just makes me smile :)
- Sans eating his food without her probing it because of money reasons
- Sans waiting for Frisk to bite on food before making a pun
- ' "Dunno why I keep wantin' to go t'bed, all I've done is read 'n catnap," ' me, every day
- Sans awkwardly apologizing for trying to kill her and saying he won't do it again- my heart <3
- bookmark dispute. Absolutely adorable
- '...she argued, trying to take it back. He held it over his head, roughly a mile out of reach.'
- Sans wanting to be honest with how much money he is earning
- ' He'd had a lot of second thoughts last night about bashing his way out of here, due in small part to the new outfit and the possibility of bringing food to the Underground, but mostly because she was working her brain-magic on him again, being attractive and kind and easy to talk to like the terrible, sadistic person she was...not.'
- Papyrus
- Undyne being there for Papyrus, and their friendship in this whole fanfic. So good.
- 'He wasn't worried about giving himself away: as an accomplished bullshitter, he knew he was behaving perfectly normally. '
- 'and after the usual stab of curiosity as to what she looked like outside of clothes' one word - usual
- ' "... I'm trusting you to behave." Was he imagining a weird little inflection there? No, she looked totally wonderful.' FORESHADOWING
- 'No, she looked totally wonderful. ...Normal. She looked totally normal.'
- Sans being sad he'd never see her again
Chapter 3
- Sans maybe wants to escape but also no need to destroy more than necessary and cause more trouble. Even if what's necessary is a giant hole
- Sans pitying Frisk that her apprentice escaping. Yeah Sans, too bad
- 'Maybe he'd get a music box or something in her honor.' I can't-
- Sans reflecting on how Frisk treated him like a friend and it being a reason to leave immediately
- 'Shit fuck shit shit shiiiiiiit fuckity fuck SHIT rang in his head as the satchel hit the floor.'
- Them whispering each other's names
- the scene of her punching him. SO powerful. Her wordlessly motioning down and him - a giant skeleton monster - kneeling and her just punching him with her dainty hand with all her strength and in even voice telling him how they gonna pretend his escape attempt didn't happen - just. Muah.
- Frisk being in such RAGE when she explains to him how she got back, and the BETRAYAL that still seeps into her words because she feels she wasn't good enough for him to stay and something is wrong with her. Just. AH
- ' "... I caught my lying, backstabbing apprentice trying to break his word because he was apparently too bored with me to waste time learning crucial information for the survival of his entire race! The end!" ' D: ITS NOT YOU FRISKY ITS NOT YOU-
- ' "Do you have any idea how angry I am that he was right, and I was right to listen?" ' SHE JUST WANTED TO BELIEVE IN HIM
- Frisk throwing brooch on the ground like a boss
- Sans quickly getting Frisk to the bathroom. And calling her m'lady
- Sans worrying if its gonna be too cold/drafty for Frisk now
- Frisk being too done with this shit that she accepts that Sans gonna leave, and her being offended when he doesn't
- Sans trying to steady her and her avoiding it
- Sans being insulted she gave up on stopping him just like that
- 'The boss monster wracked his brain for a witty yet conciliatory opener, but what came out was "You're not boring." ' One of my most favorite moments.
- let me be proud that i got to draw it for the video and that it is a preview for said video
- Sans being scared of exposing his feelings but feeling like he owns that to her aaaa-
- 'Sans dimly recalled that humans didn't feel as much pain when they were scared or excited, and that it could catch up to them pretty fast. It also occurred to him that it was a bad idea for a small human to hit a thick-headed skeleton with her bare hand.'
- Frisk angrily shutting him up when he inquires about her healing skills
- Sans asking Frisk to let him see her hand and her giving him a vial at first. I just like this moment
- '...it helped to think about how badly he wanted it to work, not only to help her, but to prove that he was capable of fixing things as well as destroying them.' hhhhhh saaaaaans :<
- 'Frisk smiled at him for a moment, and he couldn't not smile back.' d o r k
- Frisk being excited to meet Papyrus, and feeling like he is an 'old friend'
- ' "One thing at a time, Sans. First, we're going to bed."
"We're what now?" '
- 'he couldn't even muster a semi-joke about her joining him in bed.'
- ' "I'm not going to eat you, no matter how short-sighted and dishonorable you've been."
"You're not gonna let that go, are ya?" he mumbled.
"You have no idea. We haven't even talked about repairing the wall yet." '
- If you think I am including too much quotes in this post sue me. I love how witty the writing is, I can't help it, it's just my cup of tea
- 'The skeleton brushed himself off, reasoning that the Underground could be a weird place, but it wasn't quite random-snow-bed weird. '
- ' "WHAT IS THIS, SANS? HAVE YOU BECOME TOO LAZY TO STAY SOLID?" he accused him from the ground.
"It's a dream, bro. This happens every damn time," ' AWWW PAPPYYYY precious skeleboi
- Sans calling Papyrus a racist
- just, all Papyrus' dialogue. Every word that leaves his magnificent and attractive mouth
- They made puppets that had sleepovers, that's freaking adorable
- 'Papyrus nodded, evidently impressed by her sincerity. "I AM IMPRESSED BY YOUR SINCERITY, HUMAN." '
- Frisk offering Sans to leave and him saying what the heck lady
- Sans immediately maneuvering Frisk out of danger
- Assassin mocking Frisk's name, and the fact how despicable he comes out to be in just short time we see him, even aside being yanno, a professional killer
- The 'what's that? oh nothin' segment. I love you, Sans
- Sans' theatrics in general. Love it.
- Sans' tone deafness before he realizes that maaaybe he should comfort just attacked woman
- Frisk, despite being a very powerful badass lady, being affected by the fact that she was almost murdered. She ain't invincible and she has emotions
- 'She bit her lip, a habit Sans had noticed and been distracted by several times already.'
- Sans fixing the wall with the power of boners
- No, really - him melting when she thanks him and leans into his hand and him getting this rush of magic he isn't quite sure how to deal with for a second- ahhhhh
- ' "Welp, I need a break from life." '
- 'He wasn't ready to admit to himself how badly the whole attack had scared him, much less to her.' HHHHHHHH
- Frisk's own theatrics about assassin falling outta the window and Sans being charmed by it
- 'The skeleton shrugged, holding his hands out. "Okay, that's enough. I think I love ya. Where do I sign up to kill people for you?" '
- he told her he loves her. in a joke-y way but we all know.
- 'The priestess laughed. "I bet you say that to every girl you try to escape from." '
- Sans pointing out Frisk's 'dirt' being an odd swear
- ' "Follow me."
And, of course, he did.' Ikky why are you so good at ending chapters, even before they all turned into cliffhangers
Chapter 4
- 'Nodnodnod'
- 'Frisk folded her hands and walked as briskly away as her tight gown would allow, clearing her throat to stop Sans from waving bye-bye in the guard's face.'
- ' "I dare you to try it in these shoes, too." Frisk picked up her skirt enough to reveal her high-heeled slippers.
"Hell, no. I'm not payin' for those in my size." '
- Sans staring a tad bit too long at her legs
- Frisk reflecting on Sans' actions. The seeds of affection have been planted
- The way Frisk denies the thoughts of him liking her
- The letter basket foreshadowing
- 'She made the mistake of glancing at Sans, who opened his own mouth and did an impression of the shocked humans that nearly broke her.'
- '..she learned quickly not to look at him during the readings, because he kept making faces and forcing her to bite the insides of her cheeks.' d o r k s. I love them so much
- The deliberate lie about how long Sans was staying
- Sans pulling out his vocabulary to stick it up to humans
- Sans expecting her to sing. Hhh <3
- ' Sans stepped up beside her, trying not to walk too fast. "Atta girl," he said amiably. "That shit is boring."
The priestess bit her cheek again. "That's no way to speak of a holy ritual," she scolded him.
"Well, I'd rather get a hol-y in my head than hafta do that every day."'
- Frisk pitying that 'she is wasting her acting only on one person'
- 'Sans was loudly silent'
- ' "Fancy," remarked Sans.
"Very kind of you, sir." ' THE FACT THAT THE DUDE ANSWERED- love it
- kings in these types of stories usually written the same way, so seeing a king that is somewhat friendly and not intimidated at all by the giant monster was quite a surprise for me
- ' The exalted lady has instructed me in the rudiments of phytological science, with the ultimate goal of sustainable agricultural improvements. I like the part where it bubbles." ' s a n s. I love sans.
- Sans, unprompted, asking the king and the cardinal to reduse Frisk's church time while she teaches him
- Frisk making a pun so Sans relaxes whilst in the barrier
- 'The Cardinal looked at Sans, who didn't know why he was being looked at.'
- 'Frisk and Sans were most of the way back to her room before the skeleton said, "What the crap."
"You were wonderful, Sans. Thank you so much." The priestess smiled at him, earning another scowl and mumble.' PFFFFT that contrast- amazing
- ' "...I pay too much attention to where Church funds are going, and he likes for his minions to be able to steal freely. He doesn't seem to know that Mathilda is just as scrupulous as I am, and better at math." '
- Sans' delayed reaction on Frisk's saying she gotta get hitched to quit being High Priestess, and then his actual reaction Frisk is very confused about
- The moments of uncomfortables between Sans and Frisk, and how change of topic leaves this heavy feeling in the air
- The lessons blabber. Yes, I said it before, but listening to Frisk tutor Sans and him being engaged is very entertaining to me
- Sans purposefully sighing loud enough to spook the guard into leaving Frisk alone
- ' "Did I mention yer job sucks?" '
- Sans being tickled off even at the mention of marriage
- 'Not very deep down, he felt as irritated as he had when she'd mentioned marriage on the way here, with some bonus aggravation at wasting his feelings on something that he didn't even care about because it was none of his business and he didn't care.'
- Sans saltily advising Frisk to marry guys she can ignore or get killed off. I absolutely love his bitterness
- ' "What are pals for?"
That got him a real smile, one of the ones that made him forget thinking. ' HHHHH makes me smile too :')
- ' "'Salutations, honored lady. I humbly request blah blah the honor of blah blah blah eternal gratitude blah your hand in marriage'?!" '
- Sans' rampage of opening every proposal letter to make sure they are all proposals
- Sans' dismissal of her blabber about how long she's been getting proposals. I really love this scene, Sans is so bitter and Frisk is oblivious to the true reason and i am LIVING IT
- ' Good fer you." Sans shifted around and thumped his elbow on the table, startling her silent. "Let's get back t'savin' the world." The skeleton flipped the nearest book to a random page. "Here, this looks crucial to the survival of my entire race. It's...what the hell's an 'oral contraceptive'?" '
- 'High Priestess offered to take him for a walk, but Sans had already had his fill of non-Frisk humans for the day...' i love that implication
- '[in bathroom] He actually fell asleep for a bit, until Frisk had to bang on the door and threaten to come in and drag him out. His indifference to the idea – pointing out that skeletons didn't have any private parts – only got him in further trouble.'
- ' "Want me t'check under your bed for monsters? Or assassins, or whatever?"
Frisk paused mid-rub. "Would you?" she mumbled, cheeks pink.
It was so cute that Sans had to cover himself with a big, emphatic gesture that carried him to his feet.' yes its so cute!! And again shows that Frisk has fears
- ' "Night, kiddo." He went back to his room, shut off the light, and lay down, bemused at himself for calling her that. "If she's a kid, you're a real sicko," he mumbled out loud... '
- '..he mumbled out loud, and fell asleep wondering again what a contraceptive was.' THAT TONE CHANGE SKSHSKJWS it always catches me off guard I can't-
- 'The High Priestess' rooms were luxurious enough to have adequate space for him, but as weirdly satisfying as it was to play with plants and cauldrons, and as much as he enjoyed the view across the table, he had to admit it was good to stretch his legbones.'
- ' "You almost gave me and this poor man a heart attack-" '
- Sans asking if humans need to screw that much
- Sans asking if humans need to screw that much out of nowhere and Frisk's reaction to it
- Sans' reaction to her reaction
- their following conversation about reproduction
- ' "Heyyy, din-din," he said brightly, rushing to open it and scaring the life out of the poor woman pushing the trolley.'
- ' "...when they parted for the night, he had to admit that it was kind of funny—each of them obviously wanted to ask the other more stuff, but wasn't going to be the one to bring it back up. Maybe tomorrow, he told himself, not believing a word of it.'
- Sans' dream
Chapter 5
- First chapter I had to wait for because when I initially read Songfell it was only 4 chapters in and it HOOKED me so hard you don't even know. Before I actually got to talk to Ikky and roughly know when chapters gonna come out I'd refresh the fanfic page sooo often in hopes of update on this fanfic specifically. Yeah you can say it didn't take long for it to become one of my most favorite fanfics
- 'What he could not handle was having a really wonderful dream like that, only to wake up wifeless, childless, and absolutely certain he'd remain that way for the rest of his unnatural life.'
- Sans feeling taunted when seeing Frisk read one of the proposal letters
- ' "Good...morning," she said. "Are you all right?"
"F'fn m'rg," he muttered.
"I see." '
- Dr. Serif opening door from outside with his magic
- Sans being absolutely antagonistic towards him
- Gaster's persuading word for Sans being 'boo'
- 'He was still reeling from what he'd seen, and only vaguely aware that he had to say something leaving-related.'
- Sans being so shocked he ignored Frisk's pun and SHE WAS SO DISCOURAGED, MY HEAAART- its like he left her high-five hanging, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
- Gaster being overly excited to meet Sans in his monster form and finally getting to question him and unleash his own knowledge in return
- Sans being weirded out by Gaster using Frisk's name
- Sans being absolutely enchanted by Frisk's singing without even realising its her
- Sans not noticing he started CRYING
- The way Gaster hands him a handkerchief
- 'Technically, she knew she should keep her veil on, but the prospect made her want to eat the damn thing.'
- Frisk thinking that Sans is rubbing off on her already
- Gaster pointing out to Frisk that Sans have missed her
- Gaster's multiple comments across the fic where he brings one up to other in the romantic light. Whether he wants to mess with them or wants them to end up together i find it infinitely amusing
- As I mentioned before, Gaster is a weirdo with questionable motives, but the moments of him being weirdly 'pretend social tone-deafness' are all golden
- Gaster being all HINT HINT at the fact that it was Frisk's singing, and Sans' realization
- 'His obvious disbelief made her want to dunk her head in the water pitcher, and perhaps also throw it at him.'
- 'The skeleton grumble-shrugged.'
- Gaster being flabbergastered after hearing Sans didn't mind Frisk's barrier
- i love the fact that sans isn't perfect. Like, we know it by design, he is quite an ass, but sometimes he is such an idiot. Not in an infuriating way, its always justifiable and makes sense story and character-wise. You watch it unfold before your eyes and want to stop it so badly and shout at the screen 'no, Sans, stop, you dumbass!'.
- ' And that was how Frisk learned an interesting fact about skeletons: they didn't have ears, but when faced with a completely unexpected and shrill sound – not just being shouted at – they still instinctively tried to cover the sides of their head, and at least one of them also yelled, "What the fuckin' crap was that for?!" '
- Their argument. I love every bit of it.
- 'Frisk stood in the middle of the table, her pulse racing, not sure whether to cry or step down and then cry.'
- 'Damn him. The bedroom was an upset woman's native habitat, and he had stolen it. There was the couch, but it wasn't the same.'
- Frisk's musings after their fight
- The fact for how long Frisk is oblivious to Sans' feelings towards her and the things he does/wants to subject him in relation to her proposals/suitors. Her blindness combined with determination to ignore all the signs she did notice is immense
- '...he'd probably thought he was complimenting her in some backhanded, childish fashion, but leave it to Sans to turn being "perfect" into an insult.'
- '...he'd have company in the evenings, not to mention nights and mornings in bed, which there was no shame in looking forward to!' and there isn't!
- Frisk getting so upset she even considers sending him away because she thought they were friends and trusted him and into him but he went and hurt her like that with his words and i just hhhhhhhh-
- Sans still being angry when he hears her whistle but instantly hurrying to her in worry when he sees how distressed she is-
- The way Sans apologizes to her. HHHHHHH he tells her he wishes she liked to sing aaaaaa
- the fact that that's what breaks Frisk into crying
- 'Sans scratched the back of his skull, glancing at the windows – still too small to jump out-' SANS PLEASE-
- ' "...I was on the way to becomin' my bee-yootiful new self." ' the way he said this
- ' "If I was a lady boss monster, I could handle someone else's magic and make a little Sans, no problem, but no." ' make a little Sans-
- their conversation after Sans' boss monster story
- Frisk building a pillow fort to sleep in
- 'When she sniffled again – in a residual kind of way – Sans remembered the handkerchief, and wished he hadn't used so much of it. It was her fault, having that kind of voice out of nowhere.' just, awww <3
Chapter 6
- Sans and Frisk's chess dispute. D o r k s <3
- ' "...Do you have any questions?"
Sans opened his box and scowled at the short, neatly coiled chain therein. "Why's it smaller than yours?"
"I meant any good questions. If not, then do as I say." ' sans comparing chains
- Sans' 'quiet' reaction to his chain
- Frisk missing their 'slumber parties'
- Frisk wondering if Luke likes puns and what she wonders next
- Frisk wondering about skeleton's kissing and reproduction capabilities despite herself >:3
- Back when I read this the first time I was surprised and warned about future d-ck jokes and I love them and the tone this fanfic has haha
- Sans being endeared how gentle Sans' touch is
- Sans helping her to put her earring on without second thoughts
- Frisk's 'ow' sounds in the middle of her speech
- ' "... I should've washed it last night, but I had too many letters to send out." Something in Sans' expression made her add, "I haven't even touched any of the proposals." ' y e s s s
- 'Frisk hadn't expected any compliments, as such, and she wasn't very dressed up, but was tired enough to still be annoyed.' awww she wants a compliment-
- 'Frisk said, knowing he'd take the hint to get out his tongue, and trying in vain to avoid more tongue-related thoughts.'
- 'Lord Owen watched her, and Sans watched him a little, but mostly watched Frisk, who whistled at the parrot until she was out of breath.'
- Frisk playing with the bird
- ' "... Go get yer stuff on, but keep the door open so I can tell ya what's goin' on."
This was not the most polite suggestion she'd ever heard, but time was indeed wearing on, and curiosity was already outweighing her sense of dread, so she listened through the cracked door as she undressed.'
- The noise Sans makes when he sees her ceremonial dress and his reaction
- 'Sans had lived through a lot of crap, including a bone-shredding magical catastrophe, multiple fights for his life and those of others, and enough emotional turmoil to kill most people, human or monster. But somehow, he couldn't think of anything worse than having tea-time with that smug, perfect piece of shit with his smug, perfect hair and perfect courtesy and perfect lots of money and modesty and kindness and nice family she liked who also liked her and cutesy pets that made Frisk laugh and he kept touching her for no damn reason.'
- 'One woman admired how Her Eminence had tamed that horrible skeleton monster, but wondered about the propriety of a pretty young woman keeping a male of any kind in her living quarters, and her husband murmured that it didn't count if the monster wasn't capable of male-specific activities. His wife shushed him, but in a laughing way, and Sans looked around in vain for something he'd be allowed to kill.' i love people's continual dismissal of Sans because he is a skeleton with presumably no male parts
- Sans pondering about whisking Frisk away into the Underground
- Sans being disappointed he missed Frisk's song
- Sans complaining about his body
- ' "-it feels like the air is attackin' me-" '
- 'Sans could have killed himself. He'd done it again, talking about how she could have died as though it was no big deal.'
- THE HUG!!!
- everything about the hug
- Sans being confused about the weird new personal sensation
- Ikky's comment
- Chain of Ikky's comments
Chapter 7
- Sans trolling captain of the guard
- ' "Didn't think I'd get t'walk ya down the aisle today."
"You do know that a girl's father does that for her, not the groom?" she murmured back, and Sans looked so chagrined that she snrrked again. ' she knows he wants to be the groom, she knows~
- children flocking Sans
- them being comfy with each other when they get home
- Frisk being happy that Sans would definitely come back after sent underground
- Frisk may be good with words but she makes wrong choices sometimes too. Like comparing monsters to Luke's birds-
- Sans being menacing
- Sans pulling flower out of her hair and turning it into ash- i love this air of real danger
- Frisk thinking back to their hug aaaaa-
- Frisk saying she doesn't want to see Lord Owen again and Sans being too late faking his disinterest-
- Frisk pinpointing things that bother her in him. Yes, girl, just because he is perfect on paper doesn't mean he has to be perfect for you!!
- Sans asking her to come Underground with him. AND THE WAY HE PHRASES IT, MY HEART-
- Frisk crying after overflow of emotions
- Them being at the door at the same time and Sans almost knocking on her face
- Sans trying to make excuses about inviting her to 'slumber party' again and het flat out saying she missed him a a a a a a a a a a -
- 'Sans turned an interesting shade, and muttered a general denial of missing anybody, which she ignored.'
- Sans' continual want to 'grab' her even when he doesn't realize what he wants by that yet
- Sans calming himself down by thinking he can just kill whatever prick wants to marry Frisk
Chapter 8
- The fact that this chapter came out TWO DAYS after previous one. I know its small but back when I was first reading it it was like an early Christmas present
- drunk dude asking Frisk where's her ring after she said she is waiting for her husband
- Sans not being able to hide his emotions much on his human face
- 'It would have been funny if she hadn't felt so guilty.'
- Sans subjecting himself to this human experience in the first place so he and Frisk can hang out on the festival more safely <3
- the callback of sans going from complaining about germs on a fork to him wanting to finish her drink
- The alley scene kdbahskdbs poor Frisk
- Pet names
- ' "I'm...I'm fine." It was as lying a lie as he'd ever heard, but Frisk did look better.'
- ' "...Can I please have a caramel apple?"
Sans would have given her the entire display case – the entire store – if she wanted.' awww <3
- Them wandering around the festivals is just... cute, so so cute, i love it
- 'She did seem better, so he allowed her to walk, ignoring the little whine in his SOUL that wanted her closer.' hhhhhhhng
- 'The otherworldly voice was very matter-of-fact. "More detail, more money." There was an impressive pause. "Tra la la," it added helpfully.'
- Fortune teller low-key trolling Frisk
- The future-telling scene is so powerful. And despite us knowing Frisk's entire future now, story is still interesting! You wanna see how it'll play out and be there! That's just a sign of a wonderful story
- Sans' absolute overreaction and ferryman's 'im so done' reaction to his antics
Chapter 9
- 'Sans and Frisk did not have a slumber party that night.' such a powerful opening to the chapter
- 'She'd put it aside until she could talk to Sans without wanting to pull his arm off and slap him with it.'
- We know what's in the box! But have to think what's in the orb in the box now!!
- Frisk's reflection on her possible future and what she thinks about both choices, totally understandable
- Frisk's reaction to drunk and naked Sans
- ' "How d'ya say this? It's human. How do you human. Please." ' wheeze yes, Frisk, please
- Frisk mouthing 'help' to Dr. Serif
- ' "Sans," said the doctor, "where are your clothes?"
The skeleton blinked at him, sockets still wide orange. "Off," he said, as though the sorcerer was being stupid.'
- Sans' lack of filter whilst drunk
- ' "I saw the kid once, and I could tell it hates my guts." The boss monster took a moment to indicate that he didn't have guts, ha ha, but Gaster was unamused.'
- Sans getting distracted by thinking about smell of Frisk's hair
- Gaster apologizing about causing Sans' flashback
- Sans having a favorite song and wanting to ask Frisk to sing it and pondering if Gaster knew if its his favorite-
- The backstory of Sans. I'm not big fan of 'this character came from another world' idea, but when it's done right its so so good!
- Gaster talking how pain can manifest into an actual sleep paralysis demon and Sans thinking he is talking about him
- Gaster quiz of 'which AU Sans are you?'
- Gaster's insistent asking about Underlust in particular
- Sans' reactions to Gaster's weird kinky questions and the fact that he has enough when Gaster hits the nerve
- Sans being smug about how Frisk gonna go with him to the Underground
- The fact that Frisk opened her makeshift safe and showed the box right after Gaster was musing how it's the only missing puzzle piece-
- Frisk's 'don't even think about it'. She is so done. I love her.
- Gaster's realization that it's memories
- 'Why would you need to carve something like that out of someone's head, and how would getting it back make the difference between a future of "stupid perfect husband she didn't even like" and "monsters going free" plus "having sex sometime soon"?' one of my most favorite lines ever. I live it. I love you Ikky
- Sans being creeped out by Gaster despite his size or power
- 'But before Sans could even start feeling things about that, much less sort through them, the doctor half-smiled. "None of them, however, involved a boss monster." He stood, and walked to the door. "I'm sorry." He slipped out, leaving Sans to stare up at the wallpaper ceiling.' HHHHHH SO GOOD - SANS' HOPE AND INNER TURMOIL AND GASTER BEING SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW THE ANSWER AAAAAAAAA
Chapter 10
- 'Sans didn't like the idea – in fact, he completely hated it – but he was in the mood to think before he spoke, and the more he did, the more it made sense.'
- Sans melting when Frisk says 'please' to him
- Frisk lashing out at Sans and leaving him speechless
- Sans irritatingly wondering how much magic Gaster got from him
- Frisk going a tad bit overboard with her harshness on Sans and his reaction hhhhh
- Frisk being disappointed she doesn't have a good reason to reject Luke
- Frisk having to stop herself from dumping all proposals into the fire in her bitterness
- Frisk missing Sans. All of it. Her thinking of more puns and forgetting he is gone for a second and, just.... my heart
- Frisk not being apposed to Sans cuddling her in bed. And if he does more than cuddling.
- 'Frisk actually had to remind herself that Sans was a skeleton, only for her self to remind her that there were approximately two hundred creative ways around that particular deficit.'
- 'This was ridiculous. It had only been a few hours, and she was still furious with him, but she missed Sans so much that she could barely function.' I adore this line my shipping heart melts every time
- Guards eavesdropping on Frisk and Owen
- Frisk's nothingness at hugging Luke. Heheheeee
- 'At least she had eliminated any remaining doubt: Luke could offer her pleasant company, and that was all. Not warmth, or real companionship, or gentleness, laughter, intellectual stimulation, literal attraction...' I love how she goes on because we know who she is thinking about >:3
- Frisk thinking back on the girl talk in the St Brigits
- ' It was probably also why everyone had to undergo a comprehensive sexual education course when they turned fourteen, and of course, the girls who could tell penis jokes for literal hours on end felt quite differently about the matter when an eighty-year-old priestess was passing out textbooks with full-color drawings and scientific labels.'
- Frisk going at it a lot when she got privacy. Go girl 👌'she wouldn't have been given those parts if she wasn't meant to use them.'
- Frisk thinking about taking her teleportation barrier in case Sans comes back >:3
- 'fecking knock'
- You can feel how tired Frisk is in this chapter :<
- Frisk being tempted into teleporting to Sans
- Frisk's brief fear that Sans won't come back
- Frisk's hope she can dream for Sans. LISTEN I LOVE HOW IT'S ONLY BEEN A DAY AND SHE IS MISSING HIM
- The dream, heehee
- 'Frisk was not afraid. She was done. She got out of bed with an ache in her groin and murderous resolve in her heart, moving silently through the bedroom and the dark workroom.'
- Gaster being confused about Frisk's truth spell
- Gaster slow-clapping
- Gaster succumbing to his curiousity
- Frisk complaining Gaster woke her up from a very good dream ;3
- ' "As is so often the case, every attempt I make only compounds the problem, and yet I cannot seem to stop." ' relatable
- ' "I made another well-intentioned mistake."
- Frisk and Gaster's conversation
- Frisk blushing when Gaster tells her she decreases Sans' LOVE
- GASTER BEING SO DONE WITH FRISK'S DENIAL AND OUTRIGHT SAYING SANS IS IN LOVE WITH HER AAAAAAAAAAA
- 'Frisk had specifically been taught not to do what she did next'
- Frisk snapping at him after his spiel
- 'As she approached, Frisk heard a familiar chuckle, but not in a familiar way. This was not a skeleton pleased with his own stupid puns or laughing at her rage when he beat her at chess five times in a row. This was someone standing amidst a pile of broken human corpses, surveying his handiwork and enjoying it.' hell yes, that's blood freezing
- Frisk being afraid for a second that in reality Sans isn't the skeleton she came to know and a killer instead, bit quickly realising he is both
- Frisk reaching out to him with her hands and him reaching back only to realize his hands are covered in blood a a a a a a
- ' "Ya don't wanna see this!"
"No, I don't. But I wanted to see you," she said.' MY HEART-
- 'Frisk smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."
Sans made his usual noises, which just made her smile wider.' Sans noises- so cute-
- 'The skeleton's eyes were fully alight. "Yer kiddin'. Ya haven't even done anythin'!"
There was the tiniest pause, and lest he add "...Right?" and force her to kill him, Frisk said, "Right." ' pfffft
- SANS SINCERELY TRYING TO SUPPORT HER HHHHH
- I love this whole conversation. After they were on edge and snapped at each other and got separated they meet up and just calmly talk and its so good-
- Frisk's absolute determination to hug Sans
- the hug. THE HUG. THE HUG!!!!
- Sans asking Frisk what she uses to smell so good
- '"Whaddya do with yer hair?" he muttered.
It was...not what she'd expected him to say. "Can you elaborate, please?" she muttered back.'
- Frisk spotting blood while she is hugging Sans but not even thinking of letting him go aaaaaaaaaaaa-
- Frisk feeling secure and Sans playing with her hair and ahdbbdjsjsbnd i love it all
- 'Sans had the oddest look on his face. It reminded her of when she'd cleaned the fork for him at their first face-to-face meeting in the bedroom.'
- Sans not letting her go until she ducked out of his hands hhhhhhh
- 'This time, after only five or so minutes, the doors banged open, and one guard dropped his halberd.'
- Gaster's theatrics
- Guards gossiping
Chapter 11
- This chapter is just a rollercoaster of emotions
- Asriel being friggin adorable
- 'He [Sans] tried to stand up, but the floor wouldn't stay still: it dumped him right off his feet. "Fu' you, too," he told it.'
- Sans trying to close the door and Gaster losing his patience
- Gaster always being salty at Sans' foul mouth
- ' "I would call you names, but as I did not figure it out, either, I will call you only one: idiot." ' Gaster really grew on me while I was rereading pffft
- Sans' drunk experiments. I mean, it was one way to find out...
- 'As for what had been working, damn. He still loathed humans, but this explained a lot'
- First thing Sans asking Gaster after he said Frisk opened the box is about Frisk's well being aaaaa-
- Sans trying to think how he can stay closer to Frisk in her 'future', hhhh my booooy
- Sans, despite being a killer, getting uncomfortable about Gaster's questions about killing out of enjoyment
- ' "What am I s'posed t'do?! Sit down everyone I see carryin' a buncha chains an' explain that it hurts our feelin's when they're mean to us?" '
- ' "If I have to put literally everything in a Frisk-centric context to get through to you, I will," he [Gaster] said testily.' PFFFFT-
- HIM THINKING BACK ABOUT THEIR SHARED DREAM HHHHH he needs those hugs so badly
- '...Damn. What if he enjoyed killing stuff so much because it was the only thing he was good for anymore? If he could somehow stop, what would he have left?' SAAAANS QOQ
- And just like that this emotional moment comes down to 'And why was he getting aroused again?!' Thaaaat's Songfell
- 'Was it her fault that his deep-down, germ-sized hope of somehow fitting into her second fortune had been crushed like it deserved?' HE HOPED-
- 'Stupid Gaster. If he hadn't given Sans that stupid chain, the idea of fathering her kid would never have been so cruelly plausible.... In the same vein, the chain hadn't given him brand-new powers of smell or touch or boners, just shown him how he could've done it at any time' have i told you i love you Ikky and your jokes are absolutely hilarious
- Sans still pondering about details of smex
- Sans being determined to Be Frisk's friend, hhhhhhh
- ' ".. I don't know about you, but I'm freezing my ass off." ' (c) Gaster
I can't-
- 'That did it. No matter how crappy and torn-up he felt, Sans vowed he wasn't going to do anything to make her life harder. He wouldn't kill that Owen guy; he could help deliver stuff, make sure no one tried to murder her before the wedding...' HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH I JUST HHHHHH-
- Sans wishing he'd never stayed in the cell before berating himself for these thoughts
- Sans' reaction to new bookmarks and her handwriting
- alfalfalfafalfa
- This wait for Sans and Frisk to meet again. Back when I was reading it the first time I wanted them to meet so so haaaard it was tearing me apart inside
- 'Sans shrugged, put a bookmark in like God intended, and set it aside.' I'm not sure of Sans believes in God but he does hold strong belief in bookmarks
- Sans' haste to get back from the meeting because of how badly he wants to see Frisk
- 'He still hated the idea, but there was no reason it couldn't work, maybe, eventually...in the other future where she'd opened the box.' THIS TOYING WITH OUR HEARTS-
- Sans fixing the table dent <3
- 'It occurred to him for the first time that she probably didn't have clothes on, and he immediately decided to think about something else. Oh, look, there was the folder Gaster had been reading the whole afternoon.'
- The bathroom scene. All of it. The song, Sans getting in there and just kneeling and nuzzling her like a cat and just relishing the feeling of her and that his only intention was to be near her hhhhhh-
- The fact that Frisk purposefully LURED him in-
- The fact that the song is MLP song-
- 'Sans remained sitting on the side of bed by the opposite wall, staring at the cold fireplace, awaiting his doom.'
- Sans being disappointed he hasn't gotten a better look at her
- Sans reflecting on the fact that it's weird for a lonely woman to lure in a male into the bathroom
- 'Still, here she was. And it turned out that his tiny, squishy, beaten-up hope, the idea that he could somehow cram himself into a bigger role in her life than "pet project," wasn't as dead as he'd thought. It was resurging, and so was the now-familiar urge to grab her, except this time, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do with it. He knew that she'd missed him and had just admitted to enticing him in while she was naked, and—' i love this entire paragraph. Y e s. Especially last sentence it's hilarious-
- Him forgetting everything and almost reaching out for her only to stop hHhHhHh
- ' "...You really scared me when you didn't come home yesterday."
Come home? Was she trying to fucking kill him?' Home <3
- 'Why were they talking about this depressing shit instead of hugging some more? ...Probably because he couldn't trust himself right now to stop at hugging.' I love Sans
- Sans stopping for a second to admire the colour of her eyes
- Sans siphoning negative energy so his brother and other monsters wouldn't get affected by it hhh my boy-
- Frisk saying she'll come back with him SHE'LL COME BACK WITH HIM-
- The fact she says it after seeing Sans at his worst and hearing what he told her in that conversation
- Sans saying he shouldn't go because he wants to protect her from Asgore aaaa-
- ' He sat down and poked at his food. It didn't look that great anymore, but he might as well be miserable, not miserable and hungry.'
- Kris wondering if he should bow to monster royals awwww
- Sans saltily asking about what's the rush with the wedding prep
- Frisk just putting Sans to sleep when he wouldn't stop with the questions
- 'There was no more hugging, or talking about feelings, or any of the things he'd grown to expect.'
- 'He couldn't force her to act happier now that her decision was made, but it sucked that he'd advised her to pick something and stop being miserable, and she'd picked something, and now they were both miserable.'
- Sans being sad and salty that his quiet days with Frisk are no more
- Sans' realisation of reproduction process
- 'As himself, the process took a lot of concentration, and he got weirded out if he looked down at it too long, but—'
- 'He was a monster, and monsters weren't designed to waste their time or magic playing with themselves.'
- ' He couldn't stop thinking about holding her again, and he didn't think it was that disingenuous to want to point out to her how much better she'd feel if she'd opened up to him again. And then sex.' s A N S
- "By all means, you can have him [Kris]. I know you both love surprises." THE FORESHADOWING-
- 'Watching her scribble her way through the pre-written letters and the documents necessary for the deposits on each monster, Sans had to reflect on the amount of time and forethought all of this had required, and congratulated himself on not going off on her for being so little fun the past few days. Granted, it was a pretty low bar, but he'd stumbled all the way over it! Even if she was going to marry some other schlub, he, Sans the skeleton, had been a helper, and he hadn't had to kill a single person to do it!' ...... sans
- Sans thinking about Owen and the 'wedding' like an asshat and wishing he'll choke on his way back pffft
- 'He'd had trouble focusing around her before, and now Sans found himself crunching his femurs together to help remind him that no.'
- Sans getting entertained while he calculates the food he wants to bring and the prices
- New clothes! And slippers, too!
- 'Aaargh, she smelled great and she was being ludicrously generous—oh, good, she was going into the office now to let him try the new stuff on. '
- 'The black-and-red ensemble was warm and comfortable, it had great pockets, it looked cool, and he was never taking it off.' y e s
- 'It was stupid and dumb of him to be so pleased that they matched, but, they matched.' THEY MATCH THEY MATCH-
- 'Frisk took a dainty spoonful of soup and, under the table, kicked Sans in the tibia.'
- 'From the King's stiffened back and tightened mouth, Sans guessed that it was one of those polite little conversational bitch-slaps humans were so good at.'
- Gaius is cute
- ' "Oh, nothin'. I'm just tryin' ta figure out what's wrong with my ears. It sure sounded ta me like you told His Majesty that ya don't care if my Majesty wants to rip your heart out 'n eat it." '
- Frisk's determination to go Underground and how she just sprinkled that to Sans
- SHEEE OPEEENED THE BOX SHE OOOPENED THE BOX
- Sans' reaction to her saying that
- Sans piecing together that Frisk has been buying gifts for everyone
- 'Frisk shut her eyes. She opened them. "We don't give Papyrus enough credit," she commented. "He figured it out before I did, and you still don't—" ' YES CREDIT TO PAPYRUS!!!
- Frisk being Kris, and this revelation not being hella obvious from the start
- the 'stripes'
- the whole sequence, man. The arguing, the flashback, the realisation and Sans' reflection on it, and the comfort, just- its all so good
- ' "NYEH HEH! WELL DONE, BROTHER! (PSST! HUMAN! LET'S HIT HIM WITH THE SPECIAL ATTACK NEXT!)" '
- ' "ACK! YOU ARE WET, HUMAN! SANS! PLEASE ASSIST KRIS BEFORE HE MELTS!"
"I'm gonna melt?!" ' dorks, i love them
- Kris' unnerving reaction to stripes and Sans hugging the poor kid :<
- ' "c'mon, kiddo. let's go tell pap your skin melted."
"Okay!" Back on familiar ground, Kris hopped up and down. "Can we tell Toriel my skin melted?"
"haaa ha ha ha no." '
- 'And Sans had never, ever told anyone about the "stripes." ' word stripes is so unnerving in this context, too...
- ' "So...Kris, huh?"
"That's me." ' THIS EXCHANGE- AAAAAAAAAA
- 'Her head drooped, leaving a long curve of neck and shoulder that the stupider parts of him couldn't stop staring at.'
- Sans' protective instinct kicking in and him realizing the one of the fortune aspects
- Frisk begging Sans to go home
- Sans sweeping Frisk into his overcoat
- Sans calling her 'kitten'
- 'This wasn't fair! He already loved her so much, and now this? What was he supposed to do?'
- ' The bones of his face itched where the red kept trickling down, but the sky could have started falling, and he wouldn't have moved before she was ready.' HHHHHHHHH
- i got the most hilarious answer to my comment I've ever seen. I remember laughing out loud on that one
Chapter 12
- Asgore calling Kris his new hat
- Asgore being cute
- Frisk feeling safe under Sans' coat <3
- Frisk playing with the fur for a moment. Such a cute detail
- ' “The lady and I became more intimately acquainted in your absence,” said Gaster.
“Doctor,” Frisk called warningly. ' w h e e z e
- Sans' reaction to learning Gaster broke in while he was away
- how many times Gaster slaps Sans
- Frisk's smart political decisions of getting good buzz around the town while she is Underground
- ' “And my ‘innumerable’ family. I hope the monsters will fit that description.”
“Damn straight,” commented Sans, which made her flush again. ' thisss makes me smile
- ' Gaster nodded, and she was almost certain that he waited for her to take a sip of milk before he asked, “Have you selected a father for your child?” ' Gaster is the biggest troll in this story and i both hate and love it
- ' “I am acting purely to further Her Eminence’s goal of peace between the human and monster races,” Gaster lied with his stupid lying face.'
- Sans telling Gaster about conclusions he came while thinking about himself and Frisk together
- Gaster quickly getting outta dodge
- Sans calling Frisk 'kitten'
- Frisk's reaction to seeing he broke the table is asking him if he was alright-
- Sans hugging her so he can fix the table and he does and hhhhh-
- Her laying against him and him playing with her hair <3
- 'Oh, well. At least they matched again.' THEY! ARE! MATCHING!
- 'To his disgruntlement, Sans was conscripted to make toys fly around – though he drew the line at the actual children begging to be flung across the room – while Frisk distributed the pastries they’d brought and the boss monster contemplated his life choices. '
- 'He contented himself with the fact that Frisk seemed pretty happy, though he wasn’t a big fan of how many kids were coughing on her.'
- more slumber parties!
- 'Two of the past three mornings, he’d woken up with her curled up in her blanket against his side, and his SOUL had damn near melted.' hhhhhhhhhhHHH-
- 'Her sudden proximity could have been a problem, but on close self-examination, Sans found he’d rather punch himself in the spectral junk than take advantage of her emotional vulnerability.'
- Sans being ashamed he doesn't have much patience with humans
- 'what a nice skeleton' moment
- 'As usual, every time he started to recover, she snrrked and got him going again. When the priestess had almost caught her breath, Sans retaliated with “What a nice skeleton” in his best old-lady voice and nearly killed her.' DORKS!!!! I love them
- The confident way Frisk speaks to the King
- 'Frisk had long since made up her mind how to “prepare” her apprentice, but she had no intention to discuss it with the King yet.' Heeehehe~
- 'She might be planning to reject him [Owen] in the most overt way possible and embarrass him in front of the entire kingdom, but that was no reason to be impolite, was it?'
- Sans taking care of sick Frisk
- ' "Tori would love to have some more,” Sans remarked. “Meat, eggs, and somethin’ ta fuss over.” ' cute
- 'Sans chuckled. That rumbling sound had always raised the hairs on the back of her neck, but lately, it did it in a good way. '
- FRISK BEING NERVOUS ABOUT MEETING MONSTERS AGAIN, HONEY PLEASE QwQ
- Frisk liking his nickname for her
- Dream 2: the Sequel
- 'She could remember standing by his house in Snowdin as a child, holding his hand and smiling up at him, sensing how unhappy he was behind his lackadaisical exterior and how hard he was working to hide it. He hadn’t deserved to feel that way back then, and he didn’t need a demon to help him torment himself now!' D: saaaaans
- Sans' trying to shake her off but Frisk determined to hug him till he hugs back hhhh <3
- Emotional moment, and next second Frisk thinking about how she gonna get shaked up in couple of months. Thaaaaat's Songfell
- 'Strange: they’d spent enough time together to be used to platonic physical contact, but it felt so intimate for him to let her touch him between the bones of his hands that she didn’t know what to do with herself.'
- Them washing tears off together, and Sans smearing more right after they're done
-' “I wasn’t—” There was a slightly stupid pause as he tried to formulate a denial of having been upset. She just looked at him, and he switched tactics, protesting-'
- 'The young woman sighed and rubbed her eyes, unaware that Sans had looked up, or that his entire world had instantly become fixated on the front of her robe.'
- Sans being set off. He feels so dangerous again! Kinda hot and dangerous
- Frisk LICKING LIPS IN THAT MOMENT, GIIIRL YOU-
- 'And a small part of her, an urge that steadily grew as his breath washed over her and his fingers brushed her cheek, actually wondered what would happen if she didn’t stop him. Hadn’t she wanted this for a long time, no matter how much she enjoyed his friendship?' 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
- The way Frisk distracts him and calms him down. ' “Come on,” she said, trying to sound old. “Be a nice skeleton.” ' JSVJAAVJA-
- Sans' ashamed reaction to his outburst
- Frisk finally reflecting on how stupid of a denial she was in. all of it.
- Frisk thinking of all the times she led him on and how much she must've put him through
- 'Even worse was the realization that she hadn’t really believed it, and yet was operating on the half-conscious assumption that he was hers if she wanted him—stupid and presumptuous, not a good combination.' 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
- ' “We’re going to bring those monsters back to the Underground ourselves, and I will stay for ten days as their first official human visitor in thirteen years, and if my father doesn’t like it, I will cordially invite him to go fuck himself. He’s certainly had enough practice.” '
- Frisk's rage after the letter
- How determined Frisk is to finally talk to Sans about feelings™
- The talk about the dream
- 'If she wanted to talk about this—' and what proceeds, I love how bitter and salty Sans is, poor boy
- Sans realising they are not ready 'yet'
- 'The last of Sans’ resistance crumbled as he placed his massive hand on hers, trapping it against his cheek. She’d won. If she wanted him to think he was great and not a giant, psychotic, poisonous piece of shit, he’d do it. If she wanted to wait till they were Underground and then let him have her, he wasn’t going to argue anymore. If she wanted him to tear his own head off and eat it…' y e s, everything about this
- The chain in the comments we made
Chapter 13
- Frisk's change of plans
- 'As her personal guard, and her…whatever the hell they were now-'
- Sans insisting Frisk ride the wagon with warm monsters to stay warm
- Monsters getting excited and relieved when they saw Sans, awww
- Sans forcing Frisk onto bed. To sleep
- 'The boss monster emitted a loud, sustained fake snore, cut short by her pillow landing on his face.'
- Sans scaring horses
- ' “I am trusting you, Frisk, to bring back favorable news, and prove that this mission is any better than a child’s tantrum over not getting her way.”
“I wonder that Your Majesty has ever spent enough time with a child to see one,” ' OOOOOO THE BUUUUURN
- ' “I know you’ve got a lotta different tricks.” Snort. “Any chance ya have somethin’ that’ll pull the wagons for us?”
“Yes. You.” '
- 'Sans didn’t have time to admire how the cold air had turned her cheeks red, or be really irritated at how the men had all gawked at her without her veil, but he did it anyway...'
- Sans being salty about being a horse and making neigh sound
- Sans worried more about Frisk wasting her energy on a barrier than being in a barrier aaaaa-
- 'Sans bundled her under his coat and sat down against the wheel, folding her into the crook of his arm while he summoned up heat and softness, everything a skeleton usually couldn’t offer.' AWWWWWW
- Nonconcencual (half-concencual?) magic transfer
- ' “You know who her dad is, right?”
The pale-haired stranger blinked again. “Duke Whatshisface?” '
- 'According to everything Sans had seen, only the Cardinal or the King could go over her head; therefore, while Duke Whatshisass was in charge of doling the monsters out to new owners...' pfffft
- 'In a weird way, this was the push he needed to be a little less miserable about not deserving her and a bit more smug that she’d picked him over the zillion guys desperate to snag an illegitimate princess. At this point, she transcended the concept of anyone deserving her. He still thought he sucked, but so what? If he hadn’t imagined what she’d said the other night, then…' pffft yes be smug be proud
- Sans running away from the camp once he gets attacked
- Frisk freaking pouring water at Undyne pffffff-
- Undyne. She's a delight
- Monster's reaction to Undyne! Yesss!
- ' He was pulling one wagon, and Undyne was pulling the other one alongside him; all it’d taken to get her going was a hint that she couldn’t do it.'
- Frisk and Undyne chatting
- Undyne calling Frisk Sans' 'sugar mama'
- Sans being thankful Frisk and Undyne dont hate each other for no reason but then being salty they hate on him instead pffft
- Sans sounding proud when saying how he tried to kill Frisk and nothing worked
- Both Sans and Frisk being confused when Undyne asks about Sans going back with Frisk because they both don't even question it aaaa-
- Frisk's excitment about being back Underground
- 'Sure, Papyrus kept nattering about how Sans and a mysterious human had told him they were going to come back to the Underground soon and everything would be all right, but…Papyrus.' PAPYRUS IS THE BEST OK-
- Monsters welcoming Kris back
- Papyrus and Sans meeting again
- Papyrus stress-cleaning :< poor Pap
- rock-candy shards instead of sprinkles
- Frisk asking Undyne about magic transaction and Undyne waggling her brows at her
- 'Frisk had the sudden, idiotic, schoolgirl-ish urge to giggle—did the good magic come out of the top half of his body, while the evil stuff came out of the other thing?' pffft Frisk is a dork
- Everyone almost panicking at Frisk being High Priestess and Toriel comes and welcomes ger back and AaAaAaAa- i wanna cry
- 'And with as much grace and ceremony as if the old house was a marble palace, the boss monster went inside...'
Chapter 14
- 'She [Alphys] allowed him to pluck the cobalt sphere from her grasp and skittered away with a speed that hurt his feelings a little.' Awww Sans-
- '...what would happen if he found out Sans had fallen for her [Frisk] like a ton of bricks?' y e s
- Sans mentioning Toriel to distract Asgore
- '... the King set the cup and saucer down so hard that it sloshed all over the table. Sans had never seen him spill his tea before.' nice detail
- ' “What else have you s-seen her do that m-most humans can’t?”
“Be a good person" '
- 'Sans nodded as calmly as he could, clamping his jaws shut as the truth spell urged him to say something about wanting to give her a lot more magic on purpose.' PFFFFT-
- Alphys immediately realising Sans is in love with Frisk
- 'When he failed to immediately deny it, the scientist’s face nearly split in triumphant glee.'
- Sans losing LV when he is around Frisk <3
- 'He didn’t bother accusing her of blackmail: it was blackmail.'
- Frisk sidetracking and talking to Toriel and Undyne about her personal life
- ' She also planned to never ask Toriel whether she thought a run-of-the-mill contraceptive would be sufficient against a boss monster’s magic.'
- 'Frisk couldn’t help grinning. “Did you burn it down, or wreck it?”
“It was a training exercise that got too awesome,” the Captain said proudly. “I regret nothing!" '
- Frisk wanting to say she doesn't want to stay far from Sans-
- 'Frisk was too tired to sleep.'
- Frisk not being able to sleep without Sans there AAAAAAAAAAA- notmyfavfanfictropeever
- 'Just for fun, Frisk tried saying it to herself: I gave him homework to do before he can have sex with me. It...didn't sound better in her head.'
- Sans coming to see her and misreading her reaction aaaa-
- Them both agreeing to a room-bed idea
- ' "I'd be okay, 'cept ya went an' got me used to eatin' every day, so..."
"I'm not sorry." ' <3
- Them being all cuddly n stuff awawawww
- 'That was the second time he'd called her that [sweetheart]. Frisk's heart was in her throat. There was no wine or home-ground advantage here; she had to jump right in.'
- ' "I mean, what happens if we do it 'n I don't kill ya? Then what?"
It was a reasonable question, and she'd just been telling herself they needed to talk about it. Now that she had to answer, though, her mind was a roaring blank. "...Then...that would be...good?" ' pfffft yes-
- Frisk snapping at him
- ' "Here's a better question: are you really that insecure? Do you honestly believe that the only reason anyone could ever love you was because they had to?!" ' YES, QUEEN, TELL HIM!!!
- Sans' reaction to her confession, hehehehhe
- Sans roaring when she asks if she should find someone else
- ' "I'm not doing any of this because a fortune told me to. It just helped me figure out how to get what I already wanted." ' Y E S
- Frisk timidly asking Sans to say something <3 so cute
- SANS IS SO INSECURE HHHHHHHH
- 'His hand slipped away. Her chest hurt so much that she wanted to cry again.' hhhhng-
- '...He hadn't gotten up yet. Could he tell that she didn't mean the calm, logical things she'd said, and how much she wanted him to stay?' HHHHHHNG----- i love this moment
- Frisk realising Sans shrunk by touching him
- hand kiss
- everything about the scene. yes. yes. yes. my shipping heart is soaring, every damn time
- ' "You've done so much for me and for the other monsters—would it kill you to do something for your sake?"
A long pause, ending on a shaky sigh. "Can I start with yer sake, maybe work up to mine?" ' AHHHHHH
- kiss kiss fall in love~
- Sans asking if she really meant she'd go find someone else- aaa-
- 'The moment her mouth was free, she emitted a steady stream of "Waitwaitwaitwait!"s that brought him up short.'
- ' "...That's why the answer is 'no' for at least four or five more days, and then there's Asgore and destiny blah blah. Understood?" '
- Sans asking again if she wants him to leave for forever
- Sans telling her ofc he still likes her despite her telling him to wait dhjsvshss those two are such dorks istg
- 'Now that the mood was officially gone, her neck was starting to feel distinctly chewed-upon-'
- Frisk's heart dropping for a second when she thought Sans gonna leave aaaaa-
- Undyne's reaction to Frisk's bitemarks and her slow realisation
- Undyne's reaction to Frisk and Sans >:3
Chapter 15
- Mettaton being an automaton
- Kris launching to the stage to try and spare Mettaton embarrassment
- Sans being confused about what happened when he woke up
- 'Then he blinked, grabbed a handful of his shirt, and jammed it into his nasal bone, inhaling so deeply that he almost sucked the material up into his skull.'
- Sans thinking he can never eat another apple again without feeling twitchy
- Sans wanting real bad to see Frisk again awawawww
- 'The giant skeleton stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to rub his face in his shirt like a damn cat.' y es
- Sans being content he is home with his brother and Frisk :')
- 'Then, picking up at a random point where his mind had left off, he wondered whether his body felt as awful to Frisk as hers felt good to him. Was it like making out with a coat rack?' pffft-
- Papyrus' note. I love Papyrus
- Undyne and Papyrus arguing in the letter skbsjebsvs dorks
- 'Sans obediently picked up a fork, then realized no one was around, folded the stack in half, and shoved it down his throat.'
- Sans thinking back to the fork incident
- 'He could just wait a few more minutes for his magic to regenerate. It wasn't like he'd die if he didn't see her right this second. Right?
He glanced at the fork again.
A moment later, he was closing the front door behind him, shuffling through the snow with his hands in his pockets.' MY HEART I CANNOT EVEN- AAAAAAA weak weak i am so weak for this
- Ice Wolf almost throwing Frisk's boxes into water for transportation
- Papyrus still having doubts about Sans really being back pffft
- Papyrus insisting that Sans stays in line
- 'And just like that, for one second, Sans was so irritated that he wanted to pick his brother up by the spine and toss him aside. It took far too long to remind himself that he loved Papyrus more than life itself, his brother was just being himself, and Sans shouldn't pick him up by the friggin' spine!'
- 'But someone finally moved aside, and his SOUL leapt like an excited little dog at the sight of its favorite human.' awwww
- 'Then he looked at Frisk, who was smiling at him, and he immediately forgot what he was mad about. He tried to think of something witty: "Uh." Shuffle. "Hi." ' pffft sans <3
- Everybody, especially Undyne, ganging up on Sans while he pathetically tries to deny he isn't madly in love with Frisk
- The way Sans loses track of his thoughts and starts thinking about Frisk, my shipping heart melts every time, he is such a doofus-
- Frisk teasing Sans with the fork lmao-
- SANS SAYING FRISK SNORES LMFAO-
- Frisk and Gerson pretend-flirting
- Sans being surprised at what Gerson told him about boss monsters while Undyne and Frisk are shocked in the background
- ' "Poor Toriel wouldn't look me in the eye for a month afterwards!" ' pffft-
- Gerson is a very cool dude. he’s kinda like Gaster but you are 100% sure he is good
- Papyrus calling Frisk 'KRISK'
- mudslide
- Papyrus and Undyne talking about ring puzzle ksbsjshsj i love them
- Toriel thanking Frisk for being a good friend to Sans awww
- ' "Who knows? Maybe he found a lady friend," Undyne said absently, flicking the metal discs to test their sturdiness.
"That's not a nice thing to say, Undyne," Toriel reproved her.
For half an irate second, Frisk thought Toriel was angry on her behalf.' pffft-
- Papyrus' reaction to Frisk buying him pasta <3
- ' "Hey, would you look at that, Pap! You haven't made spaghetti in years! What have you done?" Undyne said through gritted teeth, ending with a glare at Frisk.' PFFFT
- ' "Do you know where Sans is?" demanded Frisk, who was still recovering from the shock of going to take out the garbage and encountering Mettaton instead.'
- Sans getting drunk and forgetting how to teleport home and going all the way to Hotland from Grillby's-
- Sans pawning sewing the demon child on mudslides
- 'Shit! Where was Alphys? Where was Frisk?!
...Right. She was in Snowdin. Okay.
Where was Snowdin?!'
- 'No, better stay where he was for now, safe in his room, listening to them have fun as Undyne brought the presents in, and not feeling jealous or lonely at all.' Sans, the ten foot tsundere
- 'Mettaton went first, because he was Mettaton.'
- Frisk's self sacrifice to save Mettaton's silk from spaghetti
- ' "COME DOWNSTAIRS AND SAY HELLO TO OUR GUESTS. AND SPAGHETTI!! THE GREATEST GUEST OF ALL!!" '
- Frisk trolling Sans about his 'lump' comment earlier oh my god-
- '..and it occurred to him much later that if she’d come downstairs wearing something really fancy or weird, he’d have been fine. But she wasn’t, and he wasn’t.'
- Papyrus having spare set of Sans' clothes
- Sans feeling nostalgic about his old clothing
- Sans slowly melting after seeing Frisk's legs
- Everyone's awkward reaction to Sans' obvious foot fetish LMAO especially Alphys
- Toriel being ready to perform queen duties in place of Asgore
- Asgore slamming door in Toriel's face holy shit
- The way Sans tells Toriel he is in love with the human AHHHHHHHHHH
Chapter 16
- Papyrus saying he doesn't deserve pie aaaaa-
- Asriel. I love him :<
- 'She’d be better off going straight to Asgore and announcing that she and Sans were planning to create the world’s first human-monster hybrid! She might as well, the way Sans was behaving…'
- Frisk wanting to be taken care of for at least one day
- Asriel's tail
- Alphys being glad Undyne is doing her 'evil laugh' awwww <3
- 'That was Frisk’s cue to say that she didn’t need anything, being here with everyone was gift enough…but she didn’t, because it would be fun to go shopping, dang it.' You go, queen!
- All the gift-exchanging
- Frisk mixing up the fact that it's Undyne who can play music and not Toriel
- 'She gave her toothiest grin. “So, basically, you and Sans are—”
“Perfect,” Toriel said briskly, striding back into the living room and setting down a huge stack of linens.' they are, they are
- Frisk finally reflecting on all those times Sans stared at her funny/didn't leave her >:3
- Frisk being a bit down while thinking that maybe Sans only likes her because his soul tells him she is his 'only option'
- Alphys saying she expected humans to have more imagination when Frisk said everybody discarded possibility of anything between her and Sans just because he is a skeleton LMAO
- Undyne saying she'd conceive her and Alphys' kid in the garbage dump
- Girls gossiping at their slumber party
- Frisk being salty she has to hide her and Sans' relationship at all
- Dream: The Complete Trilogy
- ' “That’s cheating,” she whispered furiously.
Sans chuckled. “not if i’m doin’ it with my wife.” '
- science of alarm clocks reached Frisk's dreams
- Sans' instincts to take Frisk back with him to his home
- 'His bullshitting reflex saved him'
- 'And so it was that Sans found himself committed to the biggest solo grocery run imaginable, all because of a sex dream.'
- 'Papyrus was two-thirds ecstatic and one-third fretful.'
- Frisk waking up and for a second confusing her dream-life with her real one
- Frisk thinking Sans might be avoiding her because of their dream but he wants the absolute opposite-
- How TENSE conversation with Toriel is
- ' Undyne looked up solemnly. “Frisk, I just wanted to saaaHAHAHAHAHA!” '
- Imagining that conversation back now knowing what Frisk has on her face
- 'SHARKY WUZ HERE' <3 <3 <3
- All ladies being dorks
- The sheer size of denial of Toriel not even imagining Sans could've meant Frisk
- Sans thinking about Frisk on a loop
- 'All these stupid, tiny, essential details—was this what Frisk’s life was like, running around arranging crap for everyone? No wonder she was so damn tired all the time! It was like being pinched to death!'
- Sans's reaction to hearing about miscegenation. 'fucking' crime
- Sans and Frisk FINALLY having a chance to have calm conversation with just the two of them and its immediately the cutest thing ever <3
- How excited Frisk is when she tells him about her day
- Frisk needing to prepare herself for Sans' human form because its not the same
- Sans wondering if they can smush in the dream without danger
- ' “So, no offense, sweetheart, but…why are we talkin’ right now instead of makin’ out?”
“Because Undyne saw what I did to her face, and she’s hitting me with a p—” '
- Asriel apologizing D:
Chapter 17
- Kris wondering why humans called Underground a mudhole while it is so pretty
- 'tearful reunion'. Chara's such a drama queen
- How believable of a scumbag Chara is. She is absolutely terrible but sadly in the realistic way you can imagine person being
- Asgore seeing her death glare towards Frisk
- ' “IS SOMEONE THERE? SOMEONE WITH EXTREMELY BAD TASTE?” ' Pfffft-
- whoopie cussion. Never gets old
- skelebrother's banter
- Sans musing how Frisk's bed spoiled him for life
- Sans messing with a couple in another room pffft
- 'There wasn’t much to do as he ate but people-watch, which would have been kind of neat if the people in question weren’t humans.'
- Sans comparing other human ladies to Frisk
- 'It made him wonder yet again if Frisk’s SOUL was the real reason he’d been so drawn to her; the first time he’d seen it, he was scared shitless, and then he wanted to rip it out for strictly non-romantic purposes.' PFFFFFFFT-
- Sans being content with reason he fell in love with Frisk because she's Frisk <3
- 'This street seemed much dingier, with fewer people around; it smelled weird, too, like horse pee and desperation.'
- Sans being happy about no witnesses around
- Sans unwillingly comparing the goons that attacked him and back when Frisk first trapped him in the barrier
- 'Now Sans could see Frisk snarling up at him in all her tiny, furious glory.'
- Sans ignoring Gaster for a good while because he thought he only imagined his voice pffft
- ' “Ya gonna tell me why you’re here, or what?”
“What.” '
- Sans being weirded out by Gaster's mind magic
- 'Meanwhile, Sans was not that surprised to find out there was a formal guild for murderers. Humans were such fucking scumbags.'
- Gaster asking what miscegenation is
- 'He heard the familiar sound of someone ignoring a pun'
- Sans enjoying the fact that Gaster is salty cuz Sans and Frisk got up and left
- Gaster wanting Sans to pick a pseudonym for his human form
- 'Why did human bodies use the same damn tube for breathing and eating?'
- Gaster's magical orb thingies
- Gaster playing Cheshire cat
- Gaster freaking murdering the poachers like it's nothing and then vanishing, like, god damn-
- Aaaasgooooooreeeee
- Undyne shutting Sans up about Frisk before he even asks
- Undyne's reaction to Sans' puns
- how menacing freaking Chara is
- Sans not even thinking about teleporting when he hears Frisk's voice outside
- bubbles
- musical bubbles
- 'Undyne coordinated the assault, directing her troops to surround the enemy and attack as a unit, ignoring Papyrus’ protests of being muuuurdered and that she could not have his pirate-ship bed once he was dust, because for the hundredth time even if she did have an eyepatch that did not mean she deserved to be a pirate more than him.' this is absolutely hilarious
- '...and gray boots that reminded him of the fact that she had feet.'
- Sans getting extra flustered about Frisk's choker
- Sans proudly telling Toriel how responsible Frisk is and how much she did and keeps doing
- Undyne jumping straight to balcony to help Frisk
- Sans being jealous of Frisk being mothered
- Sans making same joke Frisk made
- Frisk, Sans and Tori killing themselves with puns
- People being surprise how gentle Sans unwrapped his gift
- Frisk's gift to Sans
- Sans' reaction, both inside and outside. Dork.
- Papyrus' comment. I love Papyrus
- Everyone trolling Sans for his piss pour reaction
- 'The priestess frowned at him. He hated it when she did that, especially when he deserved it.'
- Toriel and Sans arguing
- Poor Tori. As much as I disagree with some of her points of view, she went through so much grief and she only wants what's best, or at least believes in that
- ' “Uh…” Sans ducked his head, scuffing his slipper over the burned floor tiles. “Tell you the truth, she’s kinda the one courtin’ me.”
“Sans!” the goat monster scolded him. “You’ve found a woman with enough magic, strength of mind, and good taste to fall in love with you, and you’re letting her do all the work?”
The skeleton scratched his neck vertebrae. “…Yeah?” '
- Tori and Sans parting like good old friends they are
Chapter 18
- this is the chapter where honky-ponky-hanki-panki happens
- the fact how much talk of 'the incident' that happens in this chapter have been before this chapter got released, like, the hype
- spider named Alphonse
- Kris so willing to help he lets a thousand of spiders hitch a ride, like, even if you aren't afraid of spiders, that's, just... damn
- 'For someone without any lips, the monster could slurp her tea quite loudly.'
- muffet knew and grillby knew
- Frisk being irritated at her younger self for being 'racist' towards spiders
- 'he took one look, bowed so deeply that he almost fell over, and walked ahead of them to harass the seated monsters out of their way.'
- 'Mettaton had gotten up to greet Toriel, and was bowing her into his seat; Sans was impressed with his manners until the automaton turned and shooed Alphys out of her chair so he could take it.'
- Sans absolutely melting in this chapter over Frisk
- Sans epicly failing at conversation
- 'Sans nodded his thanks to Undyne; she stared at him, then drew her thumb across her throat to indicate that he was dead. He shrugged, agreeing that that was fair.'
- Sans being jealous that Undyne can swing her arm around Alphys
- Frisk's questions about mudslide
- 'The skeleton tried to hide his sudden jubilation. She was telling him she’d have her own room, which meant some damn privacy at last! He’d have a chance to tell her things and apologize for being stupid about the chessboard, and then…choker, and—'
- Mettaton calling Sans out on his sock fetish-
- Sans' gigantic freudian slip. The magnitude of it. Just.... wow
- Sans' instincts telling him to back off Frisk in fear, no matter how much he loves her
- the TWIST. Not farfetched but so so good
- The whole argument scene, man. It feels like every word character says is needles and you gotta breath them in. More terrifying with each passing second
- ' “Food, presents, bubbles—I already gave you everything I have. If you don’t want me anymore, then…” ' way to tear my heart right outta my chest
- Sans reaching out to Frisk despite frying his hand aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
- 'Sans. Her chest gave a happy little shiver as she saw him looking down at her. He was standing nearby, giving her a strained smile and…and touching—the barrier—' HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- Frisk being so horrified with herself she didn't want Sans near her but him embrassing her I can't I can't-
- The flashbacks, all worrying, especially after such tense scene
- Frisk's shame of her actions and her fears of being rejected D':
- Sans removing Frisk's earrings so she can sleep peacefully
- Frisk breaking because of that fact QoQ my heartu-
- Sans comforting Frisk QwQ you can gather from everything i said already buy i love their relationship so much
- 'It was important to explain to him that nothing was fine and it was absolutely correct for her to be crying, but she was crying too hard to get the words out.'
- 'The boss monster made a sound deep in his chest, and she answered him with one that made him squeeze her tighter.' <3
- Them exchanging their feelings via magic
- 'He didn’t think she was worthless, or dangerous, or that she needed to do a single thing to deserve forgiveness. His hand didn’t even hurt anymore. …Much.
Even if it did, he still loved her.' here goes my heart-
- Frisk immediately asking Sans to show his hand
- ' “It ain’t that bad. Looks kinda like a frowny face. See?” '
- Sans saying he can still move his fingers and two fused fingers don't count
- Frisk's speel how she doesn't want to go
- ' “Any questions?”
Frisk thought about it as she sniffled. “Yes. Why couldn’t you have been this sweet when I gave you the stupid chessboard?” ' pffft, always makes me smile
- Them bantering about the chess board
- 'How could he make her want to hug and slap him so badly?'
- 'There was food, and she was starving, but he was right here, too; she didn’t know which she wanted more at the moment.' i approve
- Frisk repeatedly coming onto Sans
- The puns
- Sans slipping out the l-word <3
- Frisk going at it in Sans' coat
- Frisk intentionally leaving bathroom door open and purposefully humming Sans' favorite song lol such a tease~
- Frisk immediately throwing envelope aside in favour of more fun things
- Their conversation and Frisk's reassurance <3
- honk-ponk-hank-pank
- the moment where sans listens to her heart beat hhhhh im weak for those
- 'Sans showed no signs of life besides his breathing for several minutes. She was starting to worry a little when he moved his head enough to say, “M’rm.”
The young woman blinked. “Beg pardon?” '
- 'Sans rose up on his elbow and shakily leaned in to lick her neck again.'
Chapter 19
- Sans being on edge about Kris and then immediately going to 'protect this kid at all costs'
- 'some of the monsters were literally made of teeth, but the kid never even broke a sweat!'
- 'When the ferry pulled up to the dock, he watched in amusement as the child bounded off and promptly faceplanted in the snow.'
- 'given the choice between “magical spy” or “nice kid,” Sans was willing to believe that Pap had found a friend after all.'
- ' "PLEASE COME BACK TOMORROW FOR MORE FRIENDSHIP!” '
- Sans being offended that out of all monsters Kris met he might be afraid of him
- 'Son of a— “gotcha,” the skeleton muttered.'
- Sans being uncomfortable at seeing how much joy the prospect of food brings Kris
- Sans being so mad and just wanting to go back to Frisk he purposefully ignored the information that Asriel RETURNED FROM THE DEAD to give him
- Sans calling Frisk his wife :')
- Sans making a damn ghost blush
- 'Besides, if Frisk ever found out he’d ditched Asriel because he was too horny to pay attention, she’d snap his head off and drop-kick it into the river.'
- 'Though he stood tall and noble in the doorway, cerulean light outlining his otherwordly form, Asriel was squirming like an embarrassed teenager'
- Sans feeling more and more protective even when he heard Frisk did the barrier thing on purpose and it wasn't demon kid influence
- 'She’d just told him that she’d rather have his child than be the literal Queen, then wanted to consummate their relationship, and damn, had they ever…but the accident was the biggest thing on her mind now? It kind of stung to think she’d moved on that quickly.' oh my god Sans-
- Asriel desperate warnings. He just wants things to work out...
- Asriel congratulating them :)
- 'His wife. He had called her that, hadn’t he?' i l i v e for this segment
- Sans thinking about everything and instantly stopping when he spots Frisk and starts to think of nothing but Frisk-
- 'Regrettably, Frisk had put clothes back on'
- Just how enamored Sans is. I love it
- 'Sans knew distantly that he wasn’t supposed to spend the entire morning watching his mate do absolutely nothing, but it wasn’t his fault that every non-thing she did was amazing.'
- 'Was she okay? Could he kill something to make it better?'
- This whole morning scene
- Frisk calming him with a song and Sans' adorable sloppy way of saying it wasn't necessary
- Sans being salty how faster she checked off smex off her to do list pftt
- Sans thinking back to their night and his feels-
- Sans bemused by her vague to do list
- Frisk calling him 'love' and him embrassing her and popping the question and I can't I love this so much i love this story so much
Chapter 20
- God knows what kind of friend Mathilda is but I love that she told Frisk just how she should treat the proposal she got and that’s not how courting should be. That's a good friend move
- Frisk feeling giddy someone proposed to her because its her first somewhat-romantic thing
- Frisk being excited that in the future she can pick exactly who she wants to marry
- Frisk being salty all proposal letters are similar by-the-book letters
- the drinking games girls invented
- Frisk reflecting on all of the proposals she ever got and Sans' words
- 'She couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to even ask.
Didn’t he realize she’d already picked him?' AHHHHHHHHH always makes me feel soooo happy
- Sans realising what he did and acting like a deer in the highlights
- Sans panicking when she pulled away a tiniest bit aaaa-
- 'The skeleton sounded cranky and noncommittal, but his thumb was unconsciously stroking the back of her hand, which was very distracting.'
- Frisk planniiing their futuuure hoouuuuse
- Sans in disbelief about her accepting him as her husband- his voice shaking- hhhhhHHHH everything about this moment
- Frisk amusing herself just how big he is in comparison to her
- Frisk wanting to bone him again as well~
- Sans losing it for a second when thinking about the damage he did
- ' “Don’t do that again,” he muttered, angry and tender.'
- ' “All right. From now on, I’ll try to communicate instead of getting carried away. I promise.”
The boss monster gave a melancholy sigh. “An’ I’ll do my best not to go at ya like I’m tenderizin’ meat.” '
- Them exchanging thoughts back and forth through the connection
- Sans shaming her for the 'smells' she left on his coat
- The revelation that Frisk was imagining them going at it with Sans not resizing his full body and only his new bone-
- ' "That seemed like the most important part,” she mumbled.'
- Sans calling it 'winky'
- Frisk's reaction to him calling it that
- 'It was no good: she couldn’t talk anymore. And when she started to recover, she made the mistake of glancing up at Sans, who also seemed to have calmed down…till he raised his hand and wiggled his little finger at her.' god i love this moment xD
- 'Grandiose declarations of love and defiance of societal conventions aside, she had to figure out what to actually say to everyone.'
- Sans hiding Frisk in his coat
- ' "What did I tell ya? Big damn fight over who’s the most sorry. Eh? Eh?”
“Yes, dear,” Frisk said tartly, enjoying his now-red face.'
- Pap and Undyne's reaction to Frisk and Sans' revelation. Their joy, just, all of it
- 'She [Undyne] made as if to give Sans a congratulatory punch in the ribs, thought better of it, and seized Papyrus instead in a gleeful headlock.'
- ' "Pfft! Don’t be such a human!” The Royal Guard Captain released Papyrus and made a show of sniffing her hands. “See? I just touched you for a second, and it’s all over me now! I’ve gotta take a bath later!” '
- The way Sans and Frisk exchange looks when they both realize Frisk is knocked up. I love this moment. Just plain 'huh'
- Frisk's firmness when she says she wants a boy
- ' “There’s nothing wrong with looking like a monster,” she rebuked him. “Some of us like skeletons, remember?” ' First of all, yes, second of all, you don't even begin to imagine how many of us like skeletons-
- Undyne calling out Toriel
- The tender moment Frisk and Sans exchange before going in. Hhhhhh ITS SO GOOD-
- my comment hitting Dale like a brick
Chapter 21
- 'Wherever they were, it smelled like important humans'
- 'This time, the Queen snorted so loudly that the cluster of monsters and humans looked askance; Asriel rolled his eyes and muttered something about being sick of puns already.'
- "My own dust and magic disrespecting me in front of our guests-" is a very weird sounding saying but i find it amusing
- ' "Say good night, Sans.”
“good night, sans,” he said promptly.'
- 'Even in a fairy tale, she didn’t matter.' this line hurts-
- Frisk being confused after Toriel kissing her and her misreading it as overstep of the boundaries nuuuu-
- Sans' comment about having no pie
- Sans letting Frisk arrange herself against him and his challenging glare <3
- The fact that Sans acts like a cat this entire chapter. Lovesick fool. I love him.
- Toriel laughing at her stupidity and the way that it only makes Frisk angrier
- The fact that Sans is cuddling a bomb
- Frisk calming down because she worries about Sans
- Papyrus acting like he is in school jdvsjsvsuw
- Sans purring
- PAPYRUS SAYING HE'D NEVER BETRAY HIS FAMILY AAAAAAAA
- ' "BUT NO! YOU CALLED ME A RACIST! THE GREAT PAPYRUS DEMANDS EMOTIONAL RECOMPENSE!” '
- Sans gesturing at Frisk's boobs to show he is not to blame
- Frisk apologizing on Sans' behalf
- 'These were her friends, her Sans, Toriel…'
- Frisk being sad Chara denied her even her birthday day
- 'Frisk stopped to work some moisture back into her mouth, noting with melancholy amusement that Papyrus and Undyne were leaning over the table, almost literally hanging on every word.'
- Frisk casually calling Sans 'dear'
- The fact the King timed his visit with birth of his child so he wouldn't need to see Asgore
- Sans nestling Frisk
- The fact how much there's to read and we are only this deep into the story. So many more mysteries and problems to solve, and I can't wait to see it all
And that’s… That’s what I love. With all of my heart.
Thank you for writing this wonderful work, thank you for sharing it, and thank you for being an amazing friend 💖✨ Happy birthday, Ikky!
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Oh my God I didn't realize you're taking requests! Could you do any hcs for being married to Sam? 🥺
A/N: I'm taking ALL the requests. Bring it on. I love writing those. I love seeing your reactions. Gives me a reason to live.
BEING MARRIED TO SAM DRAKE WOULD INCLUDE:
-Breakfast in bed from both of you. The person who wakes up before the other is the one to cook a nice breakfast to share in bed.
-Lots of random dancing in the living room when music is turned on, even if one of you is busy doing something.
-So much traveling! Everywhere! Both of you can barely stay in one spot and change destinations every two weeks during the summer.
-Sam makes hella good drinks– be it cocktails or mocktails, he excels and it helps set the mood for the nights you stay in together.
-Date night every Friday and both of you are in fancy clothes but you're sitting on a bench on the curb eating Taco Bell or McDonalds and talking like you're still getting to know each other.
-Sam getting excited when he comes back home and says "Honey, I'm home!" because he's always wanted to say that and you being the person he gets to say that to made him the giddiest man alive.
-Morning sex. So much morning sex. Especially before both of you go off to work.
-He's an adrenaline junkie so action movies and amusement parks once every month. You just spend the whole day there.
-Notes EVERYWHERE. On the fridge, your pillows, your nightstand, the bathroom mirror, or in the kitchen cabinet. They include jokes, innuendos, or reminders of love.
-Y'all don't wear your rings around your finger, you wear it in a necklace around your necks.
-Did I mention sex? He loves having sex with you. Loves getting to see your pretty face react to different things every single day.
-Pillow-talks. So much of them. You two just lay on your bed, cuddling, in the dark, just talking to each other about the most random of things. Discussing movies or books or historical figures or even music.
-Ass squeezes and slaps as he walks past behind you.
-Dramatic kisses from him– as in he just lets out a loud 'MWAH' when kissing you.
-He gets baby fever all the time but denies it when you face him with it, all flustered and fidgety.
-Him going "Aww, look at the baby. Hi, baby." all the time in public.
-Goes crazy over baby clothes sometimes cause of how small they are. Literally just loses his entire mind.
-He gets both a dog and a cat because he has so much love for both species and he works so hard to have them get along. He obviously succeeds.
-Morning jogging! Even if you don't want to, he drags you out of bed to do it every morning.
-Showers together! Sometimes. You both like your privacy but Sam claims he likes "saving the water bills".
-Funny how it ends up with you up against the shower wall every time.
-He takes such good care of you when you're on your period or had just fallen ill. Takes care of everything. Provides you with your favorite food. Handles the housework very well.
-He actually goes through the dishes very quickly.
-Being married to Sam, overall, is a WHOLEASS adventure. There's always more to him. He's always surprising you with new things and you're constantly learning new things about him because he's just that layered.
-Oh. He also cries during certain romantic comedies but you didn't hear that from me.
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