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centipedelightning · 5 months
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Hi there I was wondering how you think the skeleboys (especially the papyrus's) would fel about a really tall S/O like I'm talking like just a little under 8 feet tall (they could be a monster if that helps). Established romantic relationship.
(Underfell, undertale, underswap plus dealers' choice again if you want :D)
PS: Love your work. You're totally underrated
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| UT/UF/US x Super Tall!gn!Reader || Romantic || fluff |
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Sans
Listen
He's already a pretty short guy.
So he's used to being towered over.
But eight feet?? Yeah, you aren't getting away with it.
Sans is standing on Everything to be at eye level with you.
Everything.
I hope you like being big spoon because that is what you will be for the rest of forever.
Damn near every time he wants to kiss you, he will make a joke about climbing a tree/mountain/skyscraper.
The only way to shut him up is to lean down and kiss him. Please do he's not afraid to reuse old material and that's when it gets super painful to listen to.
The lazybones is never going to reach for anything again. Ever.
Papyrus
He's already used to being shorter than a number of other Monsters, so he doesn't think too much of it.
If you were a human he would make a surprised comment about how he didn't know humans could get so tall, but that would be the extent of it.
He actually likes when you have to lean down to kiss him. It makes him fluttery because he is the one that usually has to stoop down.
He loves dancing around with you! For similar reasons to the kissing thing, he's usually the one to lead because he's usually taller, so your relationship is a welcome change.
If you ever dare to rest your arm on his head or noogie him he will a) complain loudly and b) go apologize to Sans because he's "NEVER REALIZED THE STRUGGLES OF BEING SO SHORT".
Red
This guy has a complex okay.
Instead of joking with your height, he'll joke against it.
i.e. he will do whatever he can to jokingly treat you like you are short.
If you are sitting down anywhere, Red is gonna drag a stool or chair over, get up on it, and joke about you being short.
Don't you dare hit your head on a doorframe you will never hear the end of it.
Shameless in just dragging you down to his level when he wants a kiss.
You two can go to bed in any cuddling position you want, you're more than likely going to wake up with Red koala bear-ed to your side.
Good luck getting out of there by the way; his grip strength is surprisingly intense.
Edge
In a similar vein to Papyrus, Edge is used to people being taller than him. He's just also whiny about it.
He'll try to "prove himself" in every little way he can regardless of how annoying it might be. Tall shelf? Prepare to get shoved out of the way so Edge can get it for you despite the fact that you are significantly taller.
He won't say it but he does appreciate not needing to hunch over to talk to people.
He will say that he doesn't like looking up so far. He'll say it constantly.
Lovesss clothing shopping with you. The man has taste and money. You will never struggle for well-fitted, good-looking clothes.
He has his besties at the tailors that will soon become your besties as well. The hottest power couple ever truly.
Dogamy and Dogaressa look out.
Blue
So fine. So, so fine.
On his best behaviour really!
Blue pulls the same "prove he's capable by doing tall things for you" shtick Edge does but he's completely unaware he's doing it.
If you say you're gonna get up and get a glass of water, he's already in the kitchen telling you he's got it. Not a setup if you're more lazily-inclined.
Do you treasure your teeth? I hope not.
He will jump up to kiss you and by god can that man put some oomph into a jump.
If he starts looking at you with a suspicious glint in his eyelight do yourself a favour and just lean down.
Stretch
Little spoons. That's his number one activity with you.
Due to his height, Stretch can't usually be the person who gets cuddled vs. does the cuddling so you are very exciting for him.
Love love loves rotting on the couch with you.
If you're a human, his favorite spot is to lay on your chest and doze while listening to your heartbeat.
If you're a Monster, it's more in the center of your sternum to listen to the magical buzz of your soul.
You will experience more pranks than you think you can bear. You know the plastic wrap across a doorframe prank? Yeah.
You have been lured into a false sense of confidence because if Stretch is tall, he wouldn't possibly pull that kind of bullshit on you right? He would have to trip his own trap right?
Don't underestimate Monster building codes. Those doorways are Tall. He has room.
After a certain point, you learn to just duck through every doorway.
It doesn't help.
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magic-hcs · 1 year
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Hello.
Can I ask a bit of an angst scenario?
If their SO dies, who would be able to move on and find love again? Who would prefer to stay single? Who could not take it well?
In this scenario, SO and the skeleton would be more than 15 years together
Of course you can!
It became a bit longer then intended but the others will come soon.
Warnings: angsts, death, mention of alcohol, anger, depression
Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨
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Sans: Sans will end up in a very depressive dip when you die. But luckily there is Papyrus to help him. He understands the principle of the thing; that you couldn’t stay with him forever and that it was your time to go. But, emotionally and mentally he can’t accept it. It’s *unfair*. Why did you have to leave so suddenly?
No matter how much time has passed, Sans will never take a new partner because you were his only one. Because he is not prepared to love so much and have it ripped from him again.
Papyrus: will be able to move on after some mourning and grieving. Can’t stay and mope about the past, plus that wouldn’t be what you would have wanted for him. He’ll have a picture of you surrounded by some plants or stones or stuff you like inside his home as a little memorial. He will greet that picture of you everyday and sometimes he’ll talk to your picture talking about his day and stuff. It’s a comfort for him and a way to pay respects to you. He definitely talks fondly about you when the topic arises. Stuff like: “THEY USED TO ALWAYS JUMP INTO THE PILE OF LEAVES ONCE I’VE GATHERED THEM ALL. AFTERWARDS THEY WOULD LOOK LIKE A MESS AND I WOULD CHIDE THEM BEFORE THEY’D PULL ME INTO TO LEAF PILE TOO.” It’s his way to treasure the memories of you and to look back at the good times. It feels bittersweet for him, but he likes to think that you’re still watching over him.
Papyrus won’t be looking for a new partner specifically, if it happens then it happens. He won’t ever forget you if it does happen, nor will he ever compare the two of you because each is their own person.
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(HT)
Bear: won’t be able to move on for the longest time and it’s not because he doesn’t try, he finds it hard to accept. How could his angel, his tiny, be taken away from him when you just got into his life. To Bear 15 years is a long time yet such a short duration of time. His soul aches and he mourns you by shutting down for a while, afterwards begins the crying. He couldn’t look at a picture of you without the sobs wracking his body. Afterwards comes the need to have anything that remains of you close by, pictures, videos, your likes, your dislikes, your stuff, your favorite smells, anything that reminds him of you.
Once he’s semi functional, he’ll still find himself accidentally making your lunch, or find himself talking to you when you are not there.
Bear will not take any partner.
Bean: With Bean it will heavily depend on how you’ve passed away. If you passed away peacefully due to like old age/without regrets then Bean will be able to move on more easily. He’ll thank life for blessing him with you. He is a bit bitter however, because he always thought he would go first, he deserved to go first actually. But he doesn’t let himself wallow in such dark thoughts.
But if you were torn from life too early and or violently then Bean will have more trouble moving on, it’s possible he won’t move on at all. Bean will need a lot of mourning time and time to cool down from his anger, because why did life rip you from him? Why did it skip him? Why did you have to go through such agony? It’s so unfair.
Bean is an old soul, he’s seen a lot and he’s satisfied with you as his partner. Even though you’re gone he doesn’t want any new relationship.
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(UF)
Red: Oh, Red has it hard. He’s filled with anger, with misery, with hate, with betrayal. He pretty much loses all his progress and regresses almost all the way back to before he left the underground. He drinks his sorrows away, he picks fights, the whole shebang. He’s hurting and he’s desperately trying to hide it, shove it away, throw it out the window, ignore it but it keeps coming back.
It keeps going like this until one day Charon drives him to his bar, which is strange in itself since Charon disapproves that Red keeps getting wasted in bars, but whatever, Red doesn’t care either way. Until he finds out that Charon didn’t drive him to the bar at all, but to a therapist instead. The first time Red just shortcuts away before even getting inside. But Charon is determined. The next time, Charon keeps a hold of him until he’s pushed into the building, and Red shortcuts again. Next time, the therapist greeted him while Charon dragged Red in the building. And the way the therapist looked at him made him feel like a challenge, as if daring to shortcut away again. Which pisses Red off. So he doesn’t shortcut just to prove a point.
He doesn’t talk at all during the first session. The therapist doesn’t talk either after asking if he’s going to say something, sitting there with their hands behind their head. That pissed Red off even more, deciding a personal challenge to try to chase the therapist off. The next session Red started cussing the therapist out, trying to rile them up. It didn’t work.
Next session, he tried getting in their face, tried scaring them, they asked if he was trying to prove something to himself. And that struck something.
The next session, Red started talking a tiny bit, still very aggressive. Slowly opening up bit by bit with each session. Therapy helps quite a lot and he’s slowly returning to the person he was when you were still around. The person you were so proud of. It still hurts, he still can’t find himself to move on. But Red is able to function again.
Red won’t ever take a partner.
Charon: Charon is struggling internally with himself; one side says it’s not his fault, that it’s ok, that it was your time to go and that you were proud of him. The other said he didn’t do enough, hasn’t been good enough. He finds a compromise by finishing any unfinished business you had left behind, fulfilling any last wishes you had written before you went. And after that is finished he can find peace within himself and be able to move on.
Charon will not take a new partner.
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(SF)
Razzle: After a very long struggle of accepting it and grieving and anger, Razzle is barely able to move on. If you weren’t taken by natural causes then Razzle will blame himself for not protecting and taking care of you enough. He’s able to go through life thanks to his brothers Coal and Mastiff supporting him through this, and a therapist.
He will not take a new partner for you are his only one.
Coal: Coal of course misses you a lot, he misses you every day and looks through your pictures often. But he is grateful for the time and memories he had gotten to spend with you. He draws and sketches you often, and in the beginning he’d often find himself addressing you only to remember you are not there. Despite being mostly able to move on, there are moments where he crawls in his bed, hugging your pillow against himself and starts to weep.
Coal, when given a lot of time, will be able to find a new partner but he won’t search for one. He will never forget you either.
Mastiff: Mastiff feels numb with bursts of anger. He’s going out on the field with his work way more, he’s almost never home anymore, always away for his work as a private detective. Coal and Razzle has to force him to stop overworking himself and refuse to acknowledge that you’re really gone. Because if he’s at home he’ll find the house eerily empty despite Coal and Razzle being there. He’ll find it vacant of your presence, he’ll find his bed devoid of your warmth, of your smell, devoid of you. And it only serves as a heart wrenching reminder that you are gone.
It will be a long time before he manages to become semi functional with Coal’s support.
He will not take a new partner. But he did take a lot of flings, especially in the beginning, desperately trying to get his mind off of you, but it doesn’t work, he only feels shame and is left unsatisfied. Once he worked through his pain some more he’ll stop with the flings, he won’t ever take a new partner though.
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theriverdraws · 1 year
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I have so many thoughts and feelings about Asgore x Toriel. It's just so depressing.
Talking about undertale first, Toriel seems to have moved on from Asgore completely, and even more, completely despised him for years because of his actions, which is fair. And Asgore on the other end really just held on to hope to be with her again, because what he really wanted was to have his family back and for everything to return to normal. Because holding onto that hope is all he had. But that could never happen.
I really appreciate how close they were when they were happy together, and even with how messy everything got after the kids died, they eventually reconciled in the post-pacifist route. Asgore working in front of Toriel's school and they're just chilling, and also the alarm clock dialogue where they're happily reminiscing and playing together.
One could interpret they got together again? But I mean, not to put soriel in the conversation, but considering all the neutral routes where they end up living together, and hints in the alarm clock dialogue, and that one ut q&a that implies they also live together post-pacifist route (or at the very least close enough she makes sans and papyrus lunch everyday), and yknow, everything in deltarune - it's pretty clear Toriel has moved on completely. And post-pacifist Asgore too it seems. And I'm happy for him.
But deltarune boy oh boy.
This isn't decades after their falling out where I'm sure both of them are just tired of this by that point. Oh no, this is probably not even that many years after at ALL, maybe it even happened after Asriel went away for college. We're literally watching them crash and burn right now and it's so bad. PLUS WE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED.
And obviously it's not good to be together just for the children - sounds like a nightmare to me but that's probably a bit of projection on my part - and Toriel shouldn't be with him if she doesn't want to. But Asgore's financial and living conditions is just so bad, and to put salt in the wound he hasn't even moved on from Toriel yet, while she definitely has. (Or trying to, as soon as her ex stops sending her flowers and flirting with her in front of another guy she was trying to flirt with. Sorry, that scene just kills me it's so good).
I really hope Asgore can get better from this state soon since I don't see them getting back together at all. I assume their falling out wasn't so simple as Toriel just not loving him anymore, there's definitely something bigger there and I would bet it's something involving him losing his job at the police department cof andDessmaybe cof.
But even then I still hope we manage to hit that reconciliation we have with undertale because they were so good together and can be very good friends again. We can only hope.
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appeypie · 8 months
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as a really big zelda fan who also tends to never go into fandom spaces for the exact burnout(? ish? not really but its the best word i have) youre talking about, im really sorry to hear you arent doing that awesome right now because of that fandom, but im curious on what happened if you feel like elaborating? obviously no pressure!! and i hope you feel better soon and can enjoy the franchise outside of that experience
this actually got longer than i meant it too, so it's going under a readmore
no juicy drama happened, it's really just a combination of like 100 things over a long period of time + when i take the time to compare it to my tf2 or ut fandom experiences i'm like. wait i'm miserable LOL
i suppose the biggest thing is proship content like, everywhere. Yes I block tags, try to curate my online space, but it's unavoidable. specifically ghi//ra//l//ink is something that is so viscerally uncomfortable to me, in every context, and if you're a ghira stan you know. it's everywhere. i don't even really like talking about this stuff cause it makes me uneasy
plus it just seems like i don't vibe with loz fans as easily as i vibe with fans from other fandoms, so i feel more isolated and misinterpreted? misunderstood? idk. i feel like there's a lot more negativity there as well, whether it be about games or characters or whatever. it brings the negativity out in me, too. i never got super into botw/totk's story so i already don't connect with 90% of zelda fans. the list kinda goes on
iono. i fucking love zelda as a series, i've made a few friends :), i love ghirahim and demise so much, they've given me lots of art growth and inspiration, but hoooh it was just getting too much for me. i've never had to consciously pull myself away from an interest before, but i realized that getting worked up about this stuff all the time wasn't good for me fdjkgfg
i will inevitably be back, i will make art with them again, like for fucking sure. loz is really special to me. i just. yeah.
i am doing better though! dw about me! im immersing myself in tf2 again which has been great :) love those stupid murderers
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anon-e-has-a-tmblr · 10 months
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So, after some 6 years, I've returned to retail as a full time job. Albeit with huge differences from the last time and knowing full well it's temporary and there's a reason behind my madness (yknow, working 3 jobs whilst working on my first ever academic paper is, indeed, a madness).
And this entire thing made me realize the differences between me fresh out of military and me now, not so fresh out of university.
First off, my mental state and stability: coming out of service, I was but a shell. A hollow human being with no purpose and with 25kg weight gain in the months prior. Although now I'm only 5kg lighter than I was back then (long story that involves endless munchies after hours), I'm now a whole person with wishes, purpose and a whole plan for the forseeble future.
Another great difference is the work place itself: although both retails are grocery stores, the place where I work now is the village's grocery store where half of the workers are my friends and fellow villagers and the manager is my close childhood friend. He's an awesome guy and he's very supportive of me, even when he's a bit sad that I'm there only temporarely. Which is leading to another difference - time spent in retail.
Previously, when I first started working in retail, I saw it as my forever job. A minimum wage paying job that doesnt require any education aside from knowing how to read and write, and although I had good relations with most workers and superiors - eventually after about 1.5 years there I rage-quitted with the excuse of starting my BA (I quitted about 3 months earlier than planned, literally a day after I gave my supperiors the paper certifying my acceptance to the Hebrew University of Jerusalem). Now - not only I work for a bit higher than a minimum wage, I also know exactly when I'm gonna quit, everybody who it may concern also know it, and the main reason for me working there in the first place is me needing funds for a greater plan.
And this is where it all leads me - a plan. Fresh out of service, I had nothing. No plans, no ambitions, not even a will to live. And it had gotten only worse as I started losing weight due to hard labour. Now I have a clear plan, and so far thank god everything's goiing according to it. I still have ways to go, and the next step of my plan will finalize only once I pass driving test (very soon btw), and it's but a minor stepping stone towards the next mile stone in my plan which will be relevant come September. Plus, although I have no idea whether or not I lost any weight yet since I started working retail last month, I do feel great and I'm calm and collected even when my ankle decides to act up at random.
In sum: although I'm back to retail, there's a reason behind my madness. And although I promised myself to never return to low paying jobs especially when I got a degree, it's temporary since it's all a part of a plan.
And I really hope my plan follows through in uts entirety. But even if it doesnt for whatever reason - my madness will lead me into a secured job in the village regardless. After all, my friend still looks for full-time employees and currently we're 5 who fit that bill (including my friend and excluding the de-facto owner of the store [also - long story]).
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okay well I got my fridge replaced (huge win for me—it got me to clear out my gross old one AND now I don’t have to scrub out the inside before I move), emailed my landlord (gulp), and scheduled 10 apartment viewings for this weekend. I have spent WAY more time on Zillow this week than is healthy my god. okay. okay. my actual move date is obviously still tbd but I made that crucial inner emotional shift today and am doing everything I can to depart as soon as possible. I think I have made peace with the fact that I may have to pay double rent for a couple months to secure a place I like. it’s not ideal, but since I have one more paycheck from UT coming plus my tax return, I think I can afford to (grimace) absorb that loss. god it’s so fucking nice to not be making big life decisions on grad student wages anymore. I can absorb an expense that would have catastrophic / year-wrecking just three years ago. unbelievable!!
I have sam’s wedding (hi sam) about a month from now and then I am tentatively going to spend a week (?) in charlottesville visiting hannah and having friend time with liz. depending on my move timeline the charlottesville portion of the trip might need to be postponed 😬 I think this would be my insanely ambitious plan (prob not feasible unless my complex is like Get Out Now):
go to campus tonight & tomorrow after dog walk (when it’s cool out!) and do two trips in and out of my office to move stuff back. I don’t have to do the big stuff yet but if I can assess the sitch and do a couple early hauls out it’ll make my life easier next week
tour a million places in seattle this week. hopefully I can find a place I like and make some decisions! or at least get a better sense of where I want to live.
spend the five days after I get back packing like crazy and scheduling the pod + movers if I have a new place. I think if I am focused I can get a LOT done (maybe even most of it).
start new job on 8/29 and spend my evenings packing packing packing. but also spend time with friends 😭😭 it’s okay I can come back!! I can always come back!! this place can still be one of the importance places I’ve called home!!!
be fully packed by 9/5 (ideal). in a dream world I’d get the pod out of here Labor Day weekend and drive that Monday but that doesn’t seem suuuper realistic. I wonder if I could drive the dogs & plants back to KS that weekend, then fly back with my mom to handle the rest of the move (movers, pod, cleaning out the apartment, doing the walkthrough etc). hmm more expensive but might be nice to not have the dogs to contend with during that process. ideally I’m out of my place by the weekend of 9/10.
then I can spend a week with my parents, leave the dogs with them for the wedding (and possibly the VA trip after if I do that), and then come back ready to fly the dogs to seattle (might have to leave ruthie and have my brother bring her later 😩). I guess depending on the VA trip I’d be in seattle by the week of the 19th or the week of the 26th. or if I find a place with a 10/1 move date I could stay with my parents until then.
PHEW
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A little info on my most standard interpretations of Edge and Stretch since I get really intense about visualizations for whatever I’m reading and don’t really describe them much in-fic plus just some fun facts <3
Stretch
The older of the two, but not by a lot (a couple of years by human standards)
Stands at 6’7, doesn’t slouch too terribly, but rarely stands his full height. The most slim of the Papyri, but still has a similar build to Rus (UT Papyrus)
Predominantly orange magic, very true orange, like the fruit or a sunset, but can use blue magic, and often does when feeling lazy
No eyelights, usually has at least mild bags under his eyes, it’s just his natural state of being
Low energy, even when being bratty or excited he’s more muted than, for example, Rus
Not a huge fan of practical pranks, prefers silly jokes more than anything, loves a good (or bad) pun but doesn’t make them as often as the Sanses
A sweetheart by nature, but he has Anxiety(tm) and it gets the better of him at times
Depression </3
Loves animals, loves kids, disrespects authority but mostly because it’s funny
Will eat almost anything, but all his favorite foods are toddler meals (grilled cheese, pb&j, buttered noodles, chicken nuggets and french fries)
Nicknames. Everyone gets at least one from him, he has a whole plethora for Edge
Loves Edge, loves him so so so much it’s probably unhealthy, they’re probably a little co dependent but shh
Edge
The youngest of all the Papyri (again, not by much, but enough it can be a point of teasing)
Stands at 7’6, perfect back breaking posture, still got that whole soldier strut thing going for him
Broader than the others, sturdy bones, a ton of scars, including most noticeably the damage on the left side of his skull.
His left socket has two large cracks running through it, as well as the top of his jaw where it connects under his cheekbone being damaged, then further back behind it, there is a chunk missing on the bottom left side of the back of his skull with thin cracks spiderwebbed out from it. Not the only damage to his skull but usually the most noticeable.
Can still see out of his left socket, but not well.
Eyelights go out when incredibly distressed or when very calm and content
He has larger, predominant fangs but all of his teeth are sharp
Bright red magic, somewhere between blood and cherry red, very strong, and you’ll never meet a monster with better control over their magic honestly. Also has purple magic that he very rarely uses, and his healing magic is purple, too, though functions differently than the other purple magic. Also also has blue magic, which he doesn’t use very often either
Clingy. Giant clingy man. One of Stretch’s many and most used nicknames for him is teddy bear and that is not without reason
Loves cats, they almost always have a rescue or two to take care of, and he’s very good with animals in general
Purrs, and not discreetly either. Stretch would describe it as sounding like a harley davidson starting up. He’s capable of purring softly, but when he’s just letting it out, Edge’s purr is very loud and very ragged, but it’s full of love <3
Excellent chef, loves cooking and baking and experimenting, has a weird thing about feeding others and not letting food go to waste
Doesn’t sleep. Should, but doesn’t.
Loves Stretch so much it is definitely unhealthy (not in a creepy way, just very co dependent) but that’s okay, frankly he’s just got a lot of love in general, he can’t help it ✌️😔
If you’ve got any questions about their appearances or personalities feel free to hmu! I’ll be tagging things more properly soon so the art tag will also be available for appearance reference (even if I can’t quite captured them exactly as I see them)
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eastnancy81 · 2 years
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okay but like
we both agreed on the fact that small kisses when i get ut of the tram weren't enough
and at some point he said something along the lines of "i really want to kiss you but so many people", and i suggested we could go upstairs and refill his waterbottle (it was lunchtime, so it wasn't likely there would be anyone in the building. plus, everyone got to get back home after lunch, so people were rushing to get out as soon as possible)
there's a sink on th first floor, right in the corner, not visible but still very accessible since it's near the staircase
we got there, kissed a bit, heard footsteps and got a bit scared but no one was there (i feel like i have to insist on the fact that the school rules clearly say "affection manifestations are not allowed", so we technically werent allowed to do this and would get in a bit of trouble if we got caught)
he filled his bottle, and i reached out for another kiss (i know he likes when i do it, i can feel it)
his lips were so soft and he was so warm and ah the butterflies oh my god
we heard footsteps from the stairs and quickly separated
and our fucking french teacher, a stupid old hag with a sweet tooth for rumors, walks through the corridor where we were kissing two seconds before
"good morning ma'am" he said
i was RED oh god
she could've seen us and would have told all of her pupils holy shit
still, i wouldnt have said no to more kissing, but yknow
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get-rammed · 5 years
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Happy late Halloween...
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The skeleton's plus UT Gaster's reactions to receiving a.. "frisky selfie" from their S/O at work? (not a Frisk pun lol)
Be careful, it's a bit suggestive ;D
Undertale Sans - Sans has a bad habit of letting other people read his texts for him when he's busy. That's probably the day when he stopped exactly doing that, after Papyrus said casually "OH IT'S A PICTURE OF YOUR NAKED GIRLFRIEND ASKING YOU IF YOU ARE HUNGRY. SHOULD I ANSWER YOU ATE AN HOUR AGO?". Sans wants to die. All of his coworkers are now laughing at him and even his hoodie is not deep enough to hide. He let go a very little "why bro".
Undertale Papyrus - He sends back a happy cat meme. And... That's all. He also send you he can't send you back a naked photo of himself because he is working, but that you can imagine his bones in your dreams.
Undertale Gaster - He send you a "please never do that when I'm visiting Asgore, he wants to make sure I'm protecting myself while doing bed activities with you and now it's weird". You can't stop laughing.
Underswap Sans - He was in the middle of a criminal interview and his voice suddenly became very high as he is trying to keep desperately his composure and not blush a light cyan. He will definitely send you something back later in the toilets though. He's playful.
Underswap Papyrus - The baby of the neighbour he's keeping open the message. Honey yelps in shock and throws the phone through the room. He thought he would get away with it, but the kid betrayed him right in front of his mom : "Mommy, Nanny saw me boobs". The mom looked at Honey, shocked, and he just said "i swear it's not what it looks like". Oh boy, oh god, oh boy, he is so panicking right now. He doesn't know how to return the situation without making it look even worse.
Underfell Sans - He calls you in panic. "don't.. don't do that fuckin' dammit!". You can hear the hornyness from where you are and you are enjoying it. Red hates you so much. Why would you do that to him. You know he can't take it. He rushes his work so he can come home early today.
Underfell Papyrus - He stays neutral externally, but he stared at his phone for litteral five minutes without blinking, which alert his coworkers. When one of them got close, Edge slowly growl protectively to shoo them away, then goes back to staring the picture. He likes it but he has no idea what the hell he is supposed to do with it now.
Horrortale Sans - He sends you back a photo of him looking very uncomfortable and panicked, the hand deep inside the butt of a cow. Oak is in the middle of a giving birth to baby cow right now, so Willow decided to help. On the photo, Oak is literally screaming to his brother to not look at it, but since he can't really move, Willow decided it was a good time to torture his big brother.
Horrortale Papyrus - He screams in shock, the phone falls on the ground... The pig eats the phone. Willow is now trying to open the pig's mouth in panic, begging him to spit the phone out already, but the pig doesn't look in a hurry. He hopes you are not going to take it the wrong way, but he can't really answer right now.
Swapfell Sans - He's covered in blood, torturing a random guy that refused to pay him, but he still stops to say that his S/O is beautiful and that he loves you so much and that he will be home soon since you are so bored. Now... He needs to end this quickly. The guy gulps in fear.
Swapfell Papyrus - He sends back a picture of him at the hospital with a sorry face. In panic you ask what happened. He sends a picture of his ribs, all stucked in children's toys donuts. You ask how the hell that happened. Rus said he lost a bet against a two years old and that happened... But that you can still come pet his ribs to help to ease the pain, obviously. He needs magic kisses.
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daegall · 3 years
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Habits
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↳ where donghyuck develops habits after he meets you
pairing: lee donghyuck x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: frozen ice cream >:(
word count: 2.6k words
a/n: Hi! Okay i know he ending is literal shit, but please bare with me 😭 i will do better i swear! I have lots planned and if yall are patient, then it will come in no time (thats a lie :(( ) OKAY IM SORRY BYE
networks: @neoturtles
description: There are certain amounts of things you have done that affected Donghyuck, you changed his attitude, the way he sees things, he even likes Pizza because of you. But one of the things that stood out that you have done to him is make him adapt habits. Of course, you didn't force him to, it just appeared one day and Donghyuck didn't seem to mind them. So here are some things you he has grew onto him because of you.
Buying an extra cup of coffee
This particular habit grew on him before you two started dating, one morning when you sat sluggishly next to him in history class he couldn't help bur notice how dead and tired you looked.
The moment you trudge into the room, Donghyuck couldn’t help but wince at your tired face. Your eyes heavy and steps slowed as if there was a whole boulder in your bag. “Dude, you look like you have Mark’s schedule.”
God knows how you would deal with that packed of a schedule, you’d die. Mark Lee is really something else.
You begrudgingly flopped next to Donghyuck, sighing out a breath of exhaustion, "Goddam Mr. Kim had to give us a 5000 word essay on climate change," you groan, slapping your face lightly to try and wake up, "Who the fuck had the idea to invent plastic?"
Donghyuck only chuckles, grabbing his coffee cup from his bag, beginning to tale a swig. He stops halfway when he notices you banging your head continuously with the thick history book, sticking out his hand with the coffee in between your forehead and the hard book, just before you slam your head on it again. "Take a sip," he urges, lightly tapping it on your cheek.
You don't remember, but you think you grinned, because Donghyuck is laughing at your eagerness. "I'm taking a huge gulp!" You half tease, knowing you were actually gonna take about 3 of them. Donghyuck hisses, flicking the side of your hand momentarily, before sighing, "Just take the whole thing."
You did so gratefully, even if Donghyuck thought you were gonna give it back. After that, he would pay attention to your responses to his texts, seeing wether you're in a good mood or not.
If you reply with an 'okay bob, pick me up in 20' then there's no need to buy an extra cup, if you reply with quite a dry text he's bringing one just in case and giving it to Mark if you don't need it. However if you're responding with swear words and angry emojis it's time to rush and get that coffee you need.
It became like this for a while, that is, until exams started. He noticed how moody and tired you got, constantly buying coffee without even having to see or ask. But now that you're a lot busier he's picking you up and giving you coffee and a grilled cheese, having a donut for himself.
Ever since then you two would just spend breakfast in the car, talking while eating and maybe even getting up earlier to just chill in the school parking lot to eat before class started, but only if you two are feeling extra energized.
This is a habit he realizes he has, and he actually likes because it reminds him of how he asked you to become his girlfriend in his car one time when you went to the school parking lot at 5 in the morning. That's a hour and a half earlier than you usually go to, and you two watched as the sun raised in the trunk of his car.
At that time, you decided to get grocery store ice cream tubs instead, you had a sudden crave that Donghyuck agreed to. You got a bit of ice cream at the corner of your lip, and Donghyuck decided that was the perfect opportunity to pull a clique little ' "you got a little bit there" and then proceeds to kiss you.' Yeah you failed your Math test that day because you were so distracted.
Your coffee felt warm in your hands, but the cold early morning wind nipped at your skin at the same time, urging you to take a sip from the paper cup once again. The only thing warm besides the hot coffee in your hand was Donghyuck, who sat close next to you to produce some warmth. Which was dumb because you had ice cream waiting to be devoured handing in a plastic bag in front of the semi-broken air conditioning to stay cool.
Donghyuck glanced behund him to see how the ice cream was doing, sighing when he sees no changes in the ice cream, the AC must’ve broken already. “Hey, ice cream’s melting, better eat it now before you have to drink it from a plastic bag.” He nudges at your thigh.
You nod, hopping off the trunk to go get the ice cream. Quickly stealing ut from the driver’s seat, you hurry back to Donghyuck for warmth, handing him his own ice cream. “Thanks,” he takes the cold treat from your hand, opening the cap open and sticking his spoon into the tub. He had a napoleon flavored tub of ice cream, while you got Rocky Road.
Though the AC of Donghyuck’s car was broken and some of the ice cream melted, the closer you get to the middle the more you realize it’s still frozen. “Damn dude, that’s a whole glacier.” Donghyck commented, eating a spoon of his own ice cream. You suddenly stop trying to destroy the frozen block of ice, “Yo have you heard how David Attenborough says glacier?”
“...what?”
“Dude we’re gonna watch ‘our planet’ later on today, I can’t believe you haven’t heard him say glacier!” You say as you stab your spoon into your ice cream, successfully breaking the bug block of ice. You scoop a big spoonful and shove it messily in your mouth, slurping when some dripped down your lips.
Donghyuck pursed his lips at the sight of the sticky treat stucking to the corner of your lips, putting his tub down, “You got a little bit there,” he points to yor mouth. Eyes widening, you blinly search for the ice cream around your mouth. Donghyuck stops you from wiping your mouth with your sleeve, taking it to his lap.
You’re about to protest, when Donghyuck catches your words in his lips. It takes you a few moments, but you kiss back, tasted the slight strawberry ice cream that stuck to his lips and tongue, and you’ve never loved how it tasted as much as this. He quickly pulled away, licking he remains of your ice cream off his lips.
“The fuck was that?”
“I really like you.”
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Waiting for you to dry his hair
This habit came about one night when he came put the shower in shorts and a big t-shirt, his towel plopped lazily on his hair. He came back home from working out with Renjun, and he subconsciously layed down on the couch right next to you.
He shoved his wet hair with the towel on your lap, and you being you, you stared to dry it for him. At that time Donghyuck felt great, it was like you were some kind of human form of a hairdryer.
Donghyuck plopped doen next to you in the couch, water dripping onto the couch. You purse your lips, looking up to Donghyuck’s wet hair, “You gonna dry it?” Your boyfriend nods, patting the green towel on top of his head. You laugh when observing the towel, it’s the one you giften to him for his 18th birthday. There was a small frog peeking out at the corner and Donghyuck adored it.
The boy sighs, suddenly resting his head on your thighs. You assume he wants you to do it, so you gently start tot rub the top of his head with the material. Donghyuck peeks one eye open in surprise, humming im delight when you start to run your fingers through his damp hair. You grin at his reaction, bringing the towel uo to dry the ends of his hair.
You carefully dance your palms against his cheeks, making sure you don’t press too hard. Donghyuck turns his head to the side, placing a peck onto the pad of your thumb, as a gesture of thanks, you guess, and you kiss his cheek in return.
It’s evenings like this he longs, just calming moments with each other before all the stress comes and drowns you two. Just the most simple gestures warms his heart and awakens the knowledge that everything is going to be alright.
You continue your work peacefully, soon massaging his scalp and fluffing his hair up. Donghyuck let’s out a breath of relief, burying his head to your stomach. The material of the sweater you use is somehow so comforting, almost lulling him to sleep.
You run your hands through his head one more time, before grabbing the frog towel and ruffle his hair softly, “There we go, all nice and fluffy.” You mumble, fiddling with the short hairs on the nape of his neck. Donghyuck looks back up at you, a little smile soon appearing on his lips. He reaches up, pecking you shortly, before completely falling asleep on your lap.
Since then Donghyuck has always waited for you to come find him with damp hair and the frog towel, innocently asking you to dry it. Unbeknownst to him, you absolutely adore drying and taking care of his hair, it showed that he trusted you enough to let you do whatever you wanted. And plus, his hair was just really soft and you love playing with it.
There was this one time you came back home after a long day of hanging out with your friends and as soon as you opened the door Donghyuck attacted you with hugs and shoving his wet hair into your neck, inviting you to come in and dry it for him. As much as it was a habit, he likes to say it’s a silent agreement, which you agreed to as well.
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Going out with comfortable clothes
When it comes to Donghyuck, he used to want to go out looking extravagant and show stopping, with style that wpuld have everyone staring at him, but after hanging out with you countless of times, he soon chose to wear sweaters and sandals when going out with you.
The first time he went out in comfortable clothes he felt more confident, which he thought was really strange because if you look better you should feel better as well, right?
“Hyuck have you seen my-“ You walk into Donghyuck’s room, surprised to see him wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket, your cheeks slowly heating up. “Seen what, babe?” He asked, adjusting the collar of his jacket. He turns in confusion when you don’t reply, eyes widening when he notices you’re only in leggings and one of his hoodies.
“What?” Donghyuck asks, tilting his head at your flustered form. You snap out of your daze, meeting Donghyuck’s eyes, “H-huh? Oh- no- uh you just seem really dressed, I mean we’re going grocery shopping, right?” Hyuck nods, shrugging, “Yeah, that’s why I’m all dressed up... do I not look good?”
You shake your head, and point a finger at him, “No, you look really good. It’s just- what’s better than feeling confident comfortably? And besides, you’re already hot! What’s more boyfriend material than the classic hoodie and sweats?” You reassure, patting Donghyuck’s cheeks.
The young adult smirks, reaching out to catch the swinging hoodie drawstrings on his hoodie you wore, “Should we match then? Wearing my hoodies?” You look down and recognize the piece of clothing as in fact, Donghyuck’s, sheepishly looking up and mumbling a small apology.
That afternoon Donghyuck didn’t think abour how he looked, he didn’t care what people thought, he was confident comfortably next to you, he felt like he was the luckiest person in the world just because he had you to reassure him and hype him up.
After that, whenever he goes out, whether it’s with you or with his friends, he goes out in comfort and not quality, why would he want to attract attention when he has endless amounts right at home where you were?
In the beginning that was the reason, but after some time being comfortable brought out his true personalities and he became so much happier. He was often self conscious and insecure, but his friends and family, including you, were always there to stop him from doubting himself. And now he feels carefree and unbothered to the worlds opinions, which made all his loved ones proud.
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Good morning and good night kisses
This habit developed after you craved a good morning kiss one day, which made Donghyuck completely melt and give you multiple morning, afternoon, evening, and night kisses. It was just one whole day with Hyuck’s lips either in yours or your skin. Very blissful and has to be your favorite part of the day.
When you wake up, the first thing you see is Hyuck’s bare and beautiful sunkissed face, and you couldn’t be happier to wake up to this. He seems to be scrolling through twitter, one arm thrown under your head. Your arms looping around his waist informed him that you were awake, and he smiled at you dearly.
You lift it, so then he can retract his arm comfortably, but instead Donghyuck bends his elbow and drags you closer. You smile and stay right there, savoring the moment as it is rare, Donghyuck usually has to go to work really early in the morning.
Nothing could be more perfect for you, his smiling face, the peaceful morning, warm atmosphere, it just couldn’t get any better than this. But there was one thing you really wanted to try with Donghyuck.
You pucker your lips out dramatically to him, which grazes his cheek and jaw, “Good morning kiss,” you mumble through pulled lips. Your boyfriend laughs at the sight, throwing his head back into the headboard. You stop puckering yor lips, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “What?”
“You’re absolutely adoreable!” Donghyuck cooed, squishing your face with his hands. You grimace once he doesn’t give you a kiss, turning around turning away from him pettily. Your boyfriend laughs at your disappointment, climbing over your body and flopping to the other side, “Hello,” he mumbles right into your face.
You grumble back a greeting, closing your eyes and pushing your face into the pillow in hopes to make Hyuck feel guilty. It obviously doesn’t work, because a smile is itching to pull your lips up when he glides his finger’s up your shirt to tickle your sides. You stifle in a scream of giddiness, and grab Donghyuck’s hands, and then fail as his fingers graze your stomach.
“HYUCK! OKAY PLEASE HYUCK STOPPPP!” You are now pushing Donghyuck’s shoulders away from your body, but keep going down to your body to shield it, you don’t know what to do, push or defend. In the end you only laugh and giggle, screaming Donghyuck’s name.
He eases down the tickling when he sees tears streaming down your pulled cheeks, his own smile shining. You stop laughing, your cheekbones sore frim all the smiling, and yet you still muster a small smile to Donghyuck. He aoftens and melts when you start to play and run your fingers through his hair, leaning into your touch.
“So are you gonna give me that kiss or not?” You ask quietly. Hyuck smiles and lowers his head to lean his forehead oto yours, “Only if I get to give you afternoon, evening, and night kisses as well.” And with a lift of your head your morning wish is granted, and a bad sleep schedule for Hyuck is born.
That kiss changed his routine completely, wasting arohnd a total of an hour just for kissing you. Which actually resulted into a really bad sleep schedule that even you comolain about, but despite loosing sleep, it’s worth stealing a lot more kisses from you, and he’s a lot happier.
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aus-from-undertale · 2 years
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AUs that happens on the surface
(LIST 3 ALREADY?! POG)
List 1 and 2 here
Refinedtale - Post pacifist route, the "ultimate happy ending"?
UT Gangster - Underground? No dude, the only thing we have between monsters and humans is racism :D
Delta Experiment - It happens on Deltarune world.... That's on the surface :0
Overtale - Reverse time! Frisk is a monster that entered the surface accidentally
Humantale - there's no monsters, no war and no underground :/
Insomnia - Post pacifist route, but Sans is having a bad time
Endertale - Post pacifist route after almost completing a geno route... Shit is messed up
Buttontale - well since Coraline's story doesn't happen in the underground... This au also doesn't.
Angeltale - Monsters won the war and the humans are on the underground
Stand-In - Happens after a soulless pacifist route
Frisk plus Chara - post pacifist and everyone is alive :)
Underbrushed - Rapunzel based! It happens on the surface hell yea
Asylumtale - Happens in an Asylum at the surface
Drunk Chara - After a post pacifist route, Chara is drunk
Mergetale - A monster attacked Frisk and daddy Sand died protecting them. All this happened in a post pacifist route
Cattale - A cat cafe on the surface
Dogs of future past - it's the perfect life after a post pacifist route, but Frisk, Asriel and an Amalgamate want to go back and save someone.
UT Mob - ( one of my fav AUs ) there wasn't a war between monsters and humans but... They are not very friendly
Refinedtale - Happens in a "not so perfect" post pacifist route :)
Gaster's great escape - Happens in a Deltarune world !
Floweypot au - it's a post pacifist route with a very salty Flower
Quantumtale- a good neutral run where Frisk got our but left the Monsterkind behind. Oops I feel this will soon have to get our of this list :)
The skeleton games- happens after a post pacifist on Underfell world. Really really good
Datatale- post pacifist route where we see the shenanigans of an Android, a ghost and a human :)
Revolutiontale- everyone lives in the surface while the monsters are excluded. Well, they won't go down without a fight!
Unexpected guests- this au happens after a post pacifist route. But now some new and cute monster accidentally started living with the Undertale crew, unfolding a bunch of secrets
Hollowtale- after a post pacifist route, the bone bros meet with the protagonist from hollow knight :D
The Alpha timeline- This AU happen in a post pacifist route with a lot of different aus :D
Feline bad- after losing his powers and becoming a cat, UF Sans goes to the surface getting help from a cat lover, Frisk
Growth spurt au- a post pacifist where Asriel is alive and big and cute and pretty and sassy and funny and
Ask Fallen Royalty - a post pacifist au where everyone is alive and got a lot of issues!
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august-bleeds-red · 3 years
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Texas Heat
Alpha!Tommy x omega!Reader (AFAB). When you find yourself trapped within the Hewitt family’s web of murder, violence and pain, the last thing you expect to do is fall in love.
Part One / Part Two / Part Three
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The Texas sun beats mercilessly down on the back of your neck, the air thick and slow as dark molasses. You tied your sweater around your waist, but even that was too much for your sweating skin, so now it just hangs limply from your fingers.
 You manage to hitch a lift from a family of three on a cross-state road trip – the parents were both betas, the little girl in the back unpresented. You tell them you’re heading back to college from visiting your family, that your car packed up some three miles back. You also tell them you’re a beta. Two truths and a lie.
 They pull into a small gas station in Travis County called Cele Community Centre to fill up, while you step inside the sore to ask to use the phone. A middle-aged woman with cats-eye spectacles stands behind the counter, a couple of leather-clad bikers sitting at a table littered with beer bottles.
 The phone’s busted, but when you explain about your car, she offers a different option. Her brother’s got a tow truck – he could go pick up your car and bring it back for repair. It’s too good an offer to refuse, so you wave goodbye to the beta family and take a seat in the diner. The woman – Luda May Hewitt, she introduces herself – gives you a soda on the house and asks you about yourself. You tell her about your parents, your brother in the army, your little sister about to graduate high school. By the time her brother arrives – a unkempt, bespectacled man she calls Monty – you feel as though you’ve been talking to a matronly aunt for the past hour. She’s kind, with good old-fashioned Southern values, and so when she asks if you’d like to join them for supper, you accept. Monty says your car needs a new valve or something, which he has back at the homestead, so you hop in the cab of his truck next to Luda May.
 The Hewitt family home is a large farmhouse, with sprawling fields surrounding and a dilapidated garage. Monty parks up in the front yard and disappears, presumably to find the missing piece for your car. You shoulder your bag and follow Luda May inside the house. It’s not particularly clean, but your mother raised you to be polite, so you accept some sweet tea and some homemade biscuits.
 Shortly, another man appears in the kitchen – this one younger and more well-presented than Monty - who introduces himself as Sheriff Hoyt. A rough, brutish scent of alpha pheromones follows him through the door, but you know by instinct its not from him.
 “Tommy,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at a hulking figure beyond the doorway. “Come say hello to our guest.”
 The person who steps into the room has to be the largest man you’ve never seen. Not only is he tall – at least six and a half feet – but he’s also broad; wide shoulders, muscular arms, and a chest like a barrel. Despite the suppressants you’ve been careful to keep concealed in your bag, your glands tingle pleasantly as his scent washes over you. Your nose recognises earth, leather and sweat, but your finer-tuned olfactory senses catch hints of sandalwood, charcoal, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. You contribute this to the butcher’s apron he’s wearing tied around his thick waist – the dark brown stains a clear indication of animal slaughter. While this doesn’t exactly strike you as comforting, you can’t deny his scent is . . . appealing.
 You focus on his face for just a moment, not wanting to stare. His dark hair is long and wavy, most of his face concealed beneath a crude leather mask, revealing only his eyes, forehead and a small glimpse of chapped lips. The space where his nose would be beneath the mask is strangely flat, leading you to suspect some kind of physical deformity. His shadowed eyes catch yours and you look away in embarrassment.
 “This here’s Thomas, my boy,” Luda May says. “Tommy, meet Y/N.”
 “Hey,” you rise to your feet and hold out a hand. Even at your full height, you barely come up to his chest. “Nice to meet you, Thomas.”
 He doesn’t speak or move to shake your hand, but his right-hand fingers flex at his side, so you can tell he wants to. Moreover, you can smell it on him. The pheromones he’s giving off betray his interest, and your face flushes at the thought that such an impressive alpha’s attention is directed at you. Eventually, you lower your hand and return to your seat, taking a sip of tea to hide your awkwardness.
 “So,” Hoyt says, sitting down opposite you and placing his hat on the table. “Y/N, what are you?”
 You know what he’s trying to say, even if the question comes across as a little rude.
 “I’m a beta, sir,” you say.
 “Seems the whole dang state’s beta these days,” he says, leaning back and accepting a glass of tea from Luda May. “Tommy’s pretty much the only alpha ‘round these parts, and as for omegas, forget it.”
 Praying that your suppressants are doing their job, you nod along with his words and try not to focus on Thomas, who’s still standing like a full-door draft excluder in the corridor. You wonder if his senses are strong enough to tell that you’re lying. Surely if they were, he’d say something, wouldn’t he? Such a big strong alpha like him, wouldn’t be able to help himself.
 Big strong alpha . . .
 The thought makes you shiver slightly, and you notice Thomas shift where he stands. Covering your neck as casually as you can with one hand, you pretend to be intently interested in what Hoyt is saying. As he’s illustrating the hardships of being the county’s only sheriff, Monty appears, wiping his hands on a dirty rag.
 “Well, hope you didn’t have nowhere to be anytime soon, ‘cause that tin can sure ain’t going without a new carburetor.”
 Your heart sinks – the car was a gift from your parents when you got into UT, and you’d taken good care of it since. How had it sustained so much damage without you realising?
 “D’you know where I can get a new one?”
 He blows his cheeks out. “Nowhere ‘round here. Next town, maybe; ‘bout twenty miles north.”
 You mentally count the small handful of notes folded in your wallet – your mom had given you $50 to get back to college, enough for fuel and food along the way, plus extra to stay in a motel. Certainly not enough for such a hefty repair.
 “Course,” Hoyt says, a strange smile playing at the corner of his lips, “Uncle Monty’d be more’n happy to drive through for one tomorrow, wouldn’t ya, Monty?”
 Monty nods slowly. “Be my pleasure.”
 A strange tension has fallen over the small room, setting the hairs on the back of your neck a-prickle. Hoyt’s eyes are burning into you with a fierce intensity, almost . . . hunger, Monty bearing a smile, too leery to be comforting. You’re wondering if you’ve made a mistake in coming here, when Thomas moves from the shadows, his scent passing over you. Your shoulders drop a little, his presence proving an inexplicable reassurance to you. You know it’s your hormones talking; with such an alpha nearby, you’re safe. It takes a nudge from the logical side of your brain to remind you that biology is not fact, and you could be very, very far from safe with these people.
 You clear your throat, mouth suddenly dry.
 “Well, that’s awful kind of you. Is there, um . . . a motel or something I could stay at tonight?”
 “Motel?” Luda May laughs. “Don’t be so silly, honey – you’ll stay here.”
 You turn to look at her, her warm, motherly gaze refilling some of the certainly draining from you. Maybe you’re just being paranoid. After all, you’re a young woman – an omega, no less – so it’s no wonder that Hoyt and Monty might act strangely around you, whether they realise it or not. As for Thomas, well . . .
 “I don’t want to be a bother, ma’am.”
 “Oh hush, you’re no bother at all, and call me Luda.” She takes an old apron from a hook on the wall and nods towards the door. “Tommy’ll show you to the spare room and then you can help me start dinner.”
 Thomas looks as surprised by the idea of being alone with you as you are, his gargantuan posture stiffening. His eyes flit from Luda May to you, unsure of what to do.  
 “Go on, boy, m’sure she don’t bite,” Hoyt chuckles.
 But does he? Your mind races as you lift your bag and follow Thomas from the kitchen. His heavy footsteps make the floorboards shake as he ascends the stairs, decidedly not looking anywhere in your direction. The room he takes you to is small, barely more than a box room, with a narrow cot bed, a chest of drawers, and a dirty sink built into the wall. The white ceramic has been long since hidden beneath a layer of brown grime, and the light from the window is filtered through what looks like years of dirt.
 You turn your head to thank Thomas, but the words die on your tongue when you see how close he is. His chest is heaving, and you suspect he’s . . . smelling you. Shit. You remember the mace your mom forced you to take with you, stowed safely away at the bottom of your pack. There’s no way you could get to it before he could grab you. He’s so big – his hands could easily encompass your entire head – you’re sure he could do irreparable damage without breaking so much as a sweat. His eyes – how had you not noticed how blue they are? – are fixed on you, all trace of shyness gone. You raise a hand – to do what, you’ve no idea – and stifle a shriek when he takes hold of your arm with surprising agility. Your blood stills as he lifts your wrist to his face, the air whistling through his nostrils beneath the mask as he breathes in your scent. He must know – there’s no way he can’t. He must either be the strongest alpha you’ve ever encountered, or on the brink of his rut, to detect your omega scent through your suppressants. Or both.
 Part of you wants to run, to scream for help, but you can’t; your legs won’t move.
 “Please . . .” you whisper, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re pleading for. Your eyes meet for one long, electrifying moment.
 “Tommy, get down here! We got trespassers!”
 Thomas drops your hand like it’s scalding hot, disappearing from the room and down the stairs after Hoyt’s harsh commands. You stand rooted to the spot, your heart beating a brand against your ribcage, and the bed creaks ominously beneath you as you drop down onto it. Fishing in your bag, you pull out the thin blister pack of pills, swallowing one dry. You have enough to get you safely back to Austin – you’ll just have to hope your stay here is a short one.
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cacoetheswriting · 3 years
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champagne problems, ch.11
Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.
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Chapter Eleven: I Know It’s Over: Things get a little more clearer as you deal with the pain Spencer caused. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: swearing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, jealousy, talk of breakup/s, mentions of alcohol consumption / intoxication, serious serious angst, this whole series is a real slow burn.
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A/N: everyone go thank @ellesgreenaway​ for getting me out of my writing rut just in time to get this chapter done! and as always, i wanted to reiterate how fucking grateful i am that y'all are reading, and liking, this little story! it means the world to me! also, i didn't reread this so there may some mistakes ill fix later, sorry!!
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People love weekends. They’re like a mini holiday. A break from the tedious and repetitive cycle that is Monday to Friday. Weekends are time spent away from the office, your profession and whatever that entails. They are time spent away from completing menial tasks. A break.
Saturdays and Sundays help regain all of the lost energy. When people get caught up in everyday life, weekends remind them to enjoy the simple things. They gives the opportunity to try new things, visit family and friends, or allow to simply spend some time alone. People love weekends.
Your weekend however, was an utter blur.
Aiding a killer hangover on Saturday, you opted to spend the day in bed. A plastic bucket within your reach and a bottle of water on the side table. You slept a lot. Partially to ease the headache, but mainly to ease the pain you were experiencing in your chest. The heartache.
The only thing you could remember from the night before was Spencer completely shattering your hopes and dreams, and the first six shots of tequila you took after at a nearby bar. You weren't entirely sure how you got home; the next morning Ethan clarified he picked you up after the bartender rang him using your phone. Not one of your proudest moments.
Your lack of motivation carried onto Sunday. The grief you were experiencing was not unfamiliar, after all Spencer’s broken up with you before. Although this time the agony that accompanied it felt a lot more intense. You couldn't move, or eat, or even shower. You were frozen. Stuck to the bed as if it was your only lifeline.
Thankfully Ethan was working both days. In your eyes, he was too preoccupied to notice something was wrong. Unbeknown to you however, he knew exactly the reason behind your melancholy.
The weekend soon ended, almost as soon as it began. Monday morning rolled around and with it the encouragement to get out of bed. Not like you wanted to. If you had it your way, you would never leave the comfort and safety of your duvet again. You knew however, you couldn't stay home without at least some of your colleagues questioning your absence, asking what was wrong. No. It was time to face reality.
Time to face Spencer.
The brunette doctor was sat at his desk. He arrived to work today earlier than usual, about four hours early to be exact. He made his usual cup of coffee and since then he hasn't moved an inch, just staring silently at his phone.
It wasn't something he done often, honestly he only carried the thing around for work purposes. But something happened that he couldn't quite get over.
On Saturday morning, Spencer woke up to a message left on his voicemail. A message from you.
At first it was hard to decipher what you were saying, or rather what you were mumbling. Between the drunken hiccups, slurred speech, and obnoxious background noise, Spencer initially thought it was a butt dial. It must have been, right? He was after breaking your heart for a second time, why would you leave him a voicemail?
However, hearing your melodic tone just saying his name, prompted Spencer to listen to the message again. It was then he really heard the distorted words coming out of your mouth.
“Spencerrrrrr, I uh I don't believe yo-ou. I know-w in uh my hearrrt-t you d-didn't mean it.” Hiccup. “P...p-please let’ssss forgetuh abo-ut it.” Hiccup. “I-I love youh-uh anddd I kno-ow you love meeee. I jussst kno-w.” Hiccup. “I-I me-an you uh couldn't-t even look me-e in the eye when you sss-said it.... please-e S-Spencer-”
The message cuts off and he’s left dumbfounded.
Blood drained from his face. The voicemail registered in his brain and he suddenly felt dizzy. Nauseous even. His hands began to tremble in his lap, and he swore if he wasn't sitting down he would have fainted.
By Monday, Spencer had listened to the voicemail a painstakingly two-hundred and eleven times. He had it memorised, and yet he kept playing it over and over again just to hear your voice.
As he sat at his desk, waiting for his colleagues to arrive, he wondered whether you remembered sending it. Truthfully, he hoped you didn't. It would be easier to move on that way - as if moving on from you was an option.
The glass door opened and he heard a faint sound of footsteps walk across the bullpen. Footsteps Spencer would honestly recognise anywhere. Taking in a deep breath, he glanced up from his phone and slightly turned his head, his gaze landing on you.
The air caught in Spencer’s throat, the voicemail instantly replaying in his head.
He wondered what you were thinking. Simply by looking at you he could tell you were in pain. Pain he caused, and he hated himself for it. Having spent countless hours over Saturday and Sunday rethinking the situation, he knew he made a mistake. He should have never given into Ethan’s smug demands. And even if, he should have told you what happened. Leave the choice up to you, as it was in the first place.
It was too late now to fix this, Spencer knew even if you remembered sending the voicemail you wouldn't listen to what he had to say anyway. Selfishly, he wanted you to look at him. He wanted to gaze into your eyes as the drunken message replayed in his mind yet again.
And although you could feel his eyes on you, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his stare. No. The heartache would only intensify. This was a mistake. You should have stayed home. With a blank expression, you placed your bag on your desk and hurried in the direction of the office kitchenette.
Spencer on the other hand followed you with his gaze. Every fibre of his being screamed to follow you, to talk to you. But he was completely frozen and remained glued to his own chair. Once again, a true display of cowardliness.
By lunch time, the whole team picked up on the odd dynamic between you and the handsome doctor. Two people that spent every waking moment together were no longer speaking to one another.  It didn't take a profiler to see something was wrong.
You hid in Penelope’s lair with the bubbly blonde and Tara. Enjoying a couple minutes of peace away from the prying eyes of everyone you worked with, most importantly however, away from Spencer.
“So chicken, are you going to tell us what’s wrong?” Garcia enquired, taking a mouthful of her lunch. “Because a blindman could see something is off, and don't you dare telling me I’m delusional or something.”
“Penelope is right, Y/N. Last time you were this silent and upset was when Spencer was in prison.”
You let out a deep sigh at the sound of his name. It was no use hiding your feelings from them, they would figure it out eventually. Plus these were the people you trusted more than anything in the world. If you couldn't tell them, then who could you tell what was going on?
“It’s something similar.” You mumbled, avoiding their gaze. “Just much much worse this time...”
“Well whatever it is, you can tell us. We’re here for you.” Penelope chimed, and reached out her hand to grab yours. She gave it a gentle squeeze and shot you a reassuring smile.
“Yes, exactly. We will support you through anything, you know that.” Tara added nodding along.
You sniffled. What were becoming all too familiar tears formed in the corners of your eyes, and you knew you would break down at any given second. Taking in a long breath, you began to tell the two girls everything that’s happened since your engagement. They listened attentively, never turning their attention away from you. As they listened, they both held your hands and took turns whispering ‘it’s okay’ or ‘take your time’.
“I’m going to kill our resident genius. He won't know what’s coming.” Penelope murmured after you finished in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of your lips twitched ever so slightly upwards as you wiped the tears away from your face.
“What are you going to do?” Tara asked after a congenial moment of silence.
“Ehm...” You cleared your throat. “S-Spencer wants nothing to do with me, but uhm... I after everything I c-can’t, I just can't be with Ethan. I can’t-t.”
The girls both nodded their heads, and even though they understood exactly what you meant by what you were saying, you still felt like you had to say the words aloud. For your own sake.
“So, uhm, I-I’m going to break up with Ethan. I-I’m going to end the engagement.” You stated, and even though your heart still ached, you felt as if a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You felt free.
And I know it's over - still I cling I don't know where else I can go 
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Princess
Gendry x Lannister!Reader
Prompt 55 - “Shut up and kiss me already”
(Gets a tiny bit smutty at the end, plus this is kinda long, so buckle up darlings!)
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You watched him work in silence, occasionally looking away, pretending to be interested in something else, before looking back at him again, not being able to keep your gaze off of him for much longer. It was no wonder, with how deep in thought you were, that you yelped and jumped half a mile when you felt a gloved hand on your shoulder, turning to see a King’s Guard, your heart pounding against your chest “yes?” your tone held a slight annoyance, an annoyance for ruining your day with whatever was needed of you now, “Princess (Y/N), the Queen sent me for you, she wishes to speak with you” you nodded, looking down before briefly back to him, seeing him already looking at you, making your cheeks turn as red as the colors of your mother’s house. You quickly moved towards the Red Keep, the King’s Guard following closely behind, barely able to escort you as he was told due to the speed you held.
You entered your mother’s chambers, seeing her stand by her balcony with a glass of wine in her hand. You knew who your mother was, and you knew who your real father was. Your mother used to say you got your wits from your grandfather, and your beauty from her. You were born barely a year after Joffrey, your mother fell pregnant soon after giving birth to him, but you were nothing like Joffrey, he was cruel, childish and enjoyed tormenting Tommen, something you despised. You were the exact opposite, you were beautiful, kind, curious and intelligent. On one hand, Joffrey was impulsive, you, on the other, was cautious. But despite what you knew, despite your mother’s flaws, how you were disobedient more than her other children, she adored you. You were her first born daughter, and you couldn’t deny the love your mother held for you, you had been offered a lot of suitors already, but your mother shooed them off one way or another, either they disappeared, or she simply cut off your contact with them, which was why you didn’t want her to know of where you went in the city, something you felt was about to be discussed. 
“You’ve been spending a lot of time in the city… with the peasants” she didn’t even look at you as she spoke, and you knew she was scared, for all her flaws, she loved her children, and you knew how she despised being sold off to the King Robert, you knew that she felt like a horse being sold to whoever paid the most, and you also knew, that she was scared that would happen to you, and Myrcella. “Yes” you answered courtly, seeing her turn around, studying you, spotting the mud, or at least what she hoped was mud, on the bottom of your dress. “Why?” she asked sharply, walking towards you “why do you bother with the peasants? You’re a princess, they mean nothing compared to you” she was never afraid of stating her opinion of the common folk, something that you tried your hardest to ignore “because I like to see how they’re doing under my father’s reign” she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye at your words, you both knew that you knew, but none of you had ever spoken about it, so you were not surprised when she looked down, gliding over the topic “I like to see how they live, if they are well” you continued, ignoring her sharp glare, shrugging your shoulders lightly. “You won’t do it again” she stated after a long silence, making your jaw drop, and you wanted to spew a long list of very unlady like words at her “but-”
“No, this is final” she interrupted, and you just stared at her “I will not have you mingle with the common folk” she added, sipping her wine, and you couldn’t hold back your scoff, glaring at her “one of these days, you’re going to lose me, not because I want to leave you, but because you make me” you spat at her, walking past the King’s Guard and to your room, not noticing the way your mother’s eyes softened at your words, before hardening again as she remembered the King’s Guard “you’re dismissed” you said to him, and he bowed and left.
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You wrapped a shawl around your Lannister golden hair, it was early, way earlier than you had ever woken up, but you wanted nothing more than to go back out into the city, you didn’t lie when you said that you wanted to see how the people were doing, you were just more focused on one person instead of the entire population of King’s Landing. This wasn’t as much about the handsome Blacksmith apprentice anymore, as it was not being a prisoner, being locked up in the Red Keep for the rest of your life.
You were almost out of the Red Keep, almost, until you heard some armor clanking behind you and you froze, closing your eyes briefly before turning around, ready to make a scene to go out. You were met by a Lannister Guard, narrowing your eyes at him “yes?” you were ready, you prepared yourself for the inevitable fight that would come, but it shocked you to hear what he said “I’m here to escort you through the city, Princess (Y/N)” your eyes were as wide as dinner plates at his words “on whose orders?” you barely registered your own words before they left your mouth “on the Queen’s orders, Princess”, you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, thinking it over before nodding “just… stay back, please?” the guard nodded at your statement, though barely kept any distance as you had requested, but you couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that popped into your head.
You leaned against a wall as you panted, trying to regain your breath. You had lost the guard your mother sent with you, making you smirk in victory, the Blacksmith right around the corner, you just needed to catch your breath first, that is.
“What’s got you panting?” you snapped your head towards the sound of the voice, turning to see the one person you had been looking at for months now. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, trying to come up with a response as he approached you “I-... I was, uh… I was-”
“Watching me” he interrupted you, and all the color drained from your face at his statement, he knew. He stalked closer to you, with every step forward he took, you took a step back, your back eventually hitting the wall “for weeks now, actually. Why?” he narrowed his eyes at you as he studied you, and you quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze “I-... I don’t know…” you mumbled, making him scoff, looking at you confused “so you’ve been watching me for weeks now, for no reason?” he asked in a low tone, watching you nod, then quickly shake your head, then shrug.
A smile tugged at his lips when you finally looked up at you, and he noticed your beautiful green eyes that held small flecks of gold in them, and you felt his calloused fingers as he placed a stray hair of gold behind your ear, it must’ve been tugged loose when you ran from your mother’s guard, you thought. You unintentionally leaned into his touch, making the smile on his lips grow just a tiny bit, “what’s your name?” he asked quietly, his hand still cupping your cheek, making sure your beautiful eyes stayed on him “(Y/N)” you whispered, leaving out the ‘Baratheon’ part. He nodded, you were both so close now, your noses almost touching, and you had barely noticed that he had moved closer, too caught up in his hand on your cheek, “I’m Gendry” he whispered back before letting his lips touch yours, what started as a soft kiss turned into a more heated one, the hand that cupped your cheek went to the back of your head, his other went to your hips, holding you against him as your hands rested on his chest. You didn’t mind that he was covered in soil and dirt, in fact, you liked it. He was nothing like the high lords who all approached with their pitiful gifts, hoping to win your heart through something that wasn’t them, but Gendry, Gendry was everything they were not, you had seen him be kind to strangers, you had seen him work his metal, and seen how he wasn’t afraid to get dirty, and you liked it, you more than liked it, you loved it.
As you were kissing he pulled back, at first you thought something was wrong, but then you noticed how he just looked at you with adoration “you’re so beautiful...” he mumbled, studying your face as you blushed at his words “you’re like an angel or something” he mumbled, making you giggle slightly “shut up and kiss me already” you pulled him back to your lips, resuming the kiss he had broken before.
You were so wrapped up in feeling his lips on yours, feeling the way his hand gripped your hip, how his thumb gently rubbed small circles on your waist. You felt at home, safe, and you couldn’t help but feel the muscles under his tunic, making you moan into the kiss, making him do everything he could to hear that sound again. His hand left your hip, going much higher, but still holding back, so that if you wanted you could always back off, you could always leave. ut you didn’t, you let him feel his way to your chest, you let him cup your breast in one hand, making you moan as he squeezed it lightly, and he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring as much of it as he could before you both had to part, needing air. You panted as you looked up at him, and he adored the sight of you, your lips slightly parted, your cheeks red and your lips bruised from kissing, your chest rising up and down in time with your breath, showing just how out of breath you were.
You were about to lean up for another kiss when you heard the clanking of familiar armor, making you groan, Gendry looking at you confused “what is it? Are you in some trouble?” you glanced at him, your brows furrowing “I saw you, the other day, with that King’s Guard” he admitted, his cheeks slightly red from the fact that he just admitted to watching you as well. You gently shook your head “no, no I’m not” your hands left his chest, and he took that as his sign to let go of you, though he was not exactly happy about it. You were about to say something else when the guard turned the corner “Princess (Y/N)! Is this scum bothering you?” he had a hand on the hilt of his sword, and your eyes widened “no! No he’s not” you quickly said, stepping in between the guard and Gendry, who stared at you with wide eyes, not believing his ears “well… you should get back to the Red Keep, Princess” you mentally cursed him, ‘stop calling me that!’, you thought, damn near exploding when he did it again “come along Princess, we wouldn’t want to worry your mother” there was almost a slight tone of fear at his last statement, making you sigh and nod, walking towards him before turning to Gendry “see you tomorrow” you whispered, smirking at him as he just stood there in the alley, watching you walk away with a guard from the Lannister army. Gendry couldn’t help but scoff, a smirk on his lips as he shook his head at you. Princess, you were a princess, and one interested in him at that.
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