#he could have looked like a skeleton monster the WHOLE TIME but he decided to be comfy instead <3

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okay but is anyone gonna talk about how the Titan clearly Chose to look like that? He was a ghost and very obviously revealing himself to Luz, and I think he was trying to use his appearance to make her comfortable enough to talk to him, because! that obviously doesn't match how he looked in real life! for one he should have been about a thousand times taller!

but no, King's dad looked at this girl that loved his son and Decided he was going to have a dad bod and a Bad Girl's Coven t-shirt and pajama pants covered in glyphs! he even had a little Hooty coming out of his bad eye, and it was very clearly all a deliberate choice!

#the owl house #he could have looked like a skeleton monster the WHOLE TIME but he decided to be comfy instead <3 #THE HOOTY IN HIS EYE IS REALLY WHAT MAKES ME THINK IT WAS FOR LUZ #HE SAW THE OWL HOUSE WAS HER HOME AND TRIED TO LOOK LIKE HE BELONGED THERE TOO SO SHE WOULD BE AT EASE #toh spoilers #the titan #luz noceda #watching and dreaming

[aka-indulgence]

Man of the Hour

Decided to make a lil snippet of that J&H idea…

Dr. Sans Aster has been gone for a concerning amount of time, so you decide to pay him a visit (only because you’re a good neighbour.) Instead, you see a face you hadn’t hoped to meet.

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It was a miserable night. You tuck your coat tighter around you as you approach the Aster Manor. It looks so welcoming during the day, but at night… it looks haunted, almost. You wonder how Sans likes living here.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen the good doctor. Usually you take a detour to or from the morning market, passing by his residence, and calling up to him in his room on the 2nd floor. After a few times, usually you’d be greeted by the window opening and the skeleton leaning out. Sometimes he’d appear from his labroom window, after an overnight bout of unknown experiments. (The monster kept much to himself, and in a roundabout way instead made him more popular.) For the past few days, however, the window has remained shut, and you haven’t heard any sound of activity from the upper floors.

You would’ve asked others but after a conversation with a friend,

“You talk about Sans a lot. Do you have a thing for him?”

You’ve decided against making your infatuation with the doctor too obvious.

Nevertheless, your morning conversations with him has been a comforting consistency that you miss severely. You’ve tried ignoring it, but today you caved. After another morning of no response, you decided to visit the abode after sundown- if the doctor was busy during the day, surely he’d be resting by now?

You walk up to the dimly lit door and reach for the knocker.

Thunk

Thunk

Thunk

 … You didn’t have to wait long before you hear what sounds like smart shoes approaching the door on the other side. You get excited, gripping your coat.

But when the door opens, it isn’t Sans that answers the door.

A deer monster looks at you, his outfit that of a formal servant’s.

“Yes?”

You try not to show your disappointment. But surely… this didn’t mean Sans was absent.

“Good evening, sir… I’m sorry to have bothered you this late at night, but, is Dr. Sans home?”

“Dr. Aster?”

You mentally smack your face- you can’t seem too intimate with him. Your friends would tease you while other people would think you’re being disrespectful.

“I’m sorry, miss. The doctor has been away from home for three days now.”

“Th… three?” Concern floods your voice. “Did- did he tell you where he went?”

“I’m afraid not. The doctor goes on many excursions, often without telling his servants. Just last month he traveled for a week before returning.”

“A week…?”

“He returned every morning. But he informed us only to look for him if he’s been gone for more than a month.”

A month?! That’s even worse than you thought!

He could disappear for a whole month…?

“What is he doing?”

“He does not tell us, miss.”

You frown. “So I assume he isn’t here tonight?”

“No. I’m sorry I could not be of more help to you,”

You sigh. “That’s alright. At least I know a bit more about what he’s doing. Thank you for the information.”

The deer monster bows and closes the door as you walk out of the yard.

You have a bad feeling about this. Not to mention the nasty rumors around town…

There was a new face in town. One unwelcomed by everyone. A man named Horruer just… appeared one day. You’ve never met the man, but you’ve heard nothing good about him. There were rumors of him having ties to Sans, though the story varied from person to person. Your friend believed in the rumor of him blackmailing the doctor.

“He has servants and a house, and I think Dr. Aster funds him..? That sounds highly suspicious to me.”

She said he had a frightening appearance, but hard to describe. Just that he was also a skeleton monster. Some people thought he might be an estranged family member. You don’t know what Sans has to say about it all, though. You hoped Sans was safe, that he didn’t owe the man any favors.

You were deep in your thoughts. Missing his smile, how his soft eyelights would glow when he laughed during the few times you met the doctor out of home, drinking tea together. He was such a smart man… a conversationist, liked by all. His topics were engaging, and he was surprisingly humorful.

Would it be too hopeful to imagine him liking you back..?

Distracted, you don’t register the large body in front of you, and crash into a wall of a man, and stumble forwards.

Before you could mutter apologies, the man starts snarling, a primal sound.

“idiot- don’t you use your eyes when you-?!”

You startle, standing at attention after you turn around. What you see isn’t a face, but a chest. You swallow before you bring your eyes up to see… a new, but known face.

A big red eye is looking down at you. You watch the pupil in its center shrink into a pinprick, edges sharpening. You’re frozen under his stare- despite never having seen him, it’s obvious who this stranger was.

Mr. Horruer.

He was maybe twice your size, in height and width. Almost as big as the large front doors of Sans’ manor. His shoulders were broad, and so was his chest. He was built like a fortress of bones. Though he wore proper clothing, he didn’t look the part. His outer coat was unbuttoned and lopsided. His waistcoat covered more, but the top and middle were unbuttoned. His tie was undone, draped under his collar. His coat didn’t seem old, but it was crinkled.

His teeth was jagged- you aren’t sure if they were sharp canines or if they were simply messy. His eyesockets were mismatched, unlike Sans’. One socket housed the large red orb that peered down at you, while the other was dead, devoid of light. Your eyes trailed up to his head, seeing something peek out of his hat…

The monster gasped, teeth becoming set as he holds it down, covering whatever it was. You flinched- you weren’t thinking. You’ve heard that Mr. Horruer was neurotic about never being seen without his hat. You heard of Mr. Enfield having a rough bump with the skeleton and almost knocking his hat off- the altercation almost turned violent.

You felt your fingers grow cold. The man was more terrifying than what you’ve heard the townsfolk have said. You’ve met many monsters in this town but Horruer was truly monstrous. Just looking at him made your spine tingle unpleasantly, like there was instinctual in you that told you this man was dangerous.

You hear a crack, and see his bony hands turned to fists beside him, and his breathing grow louder, every breath causing his upper body to rise and fall. His teeth was still set, and his eye hadn’t moved.

Your body screamed- you were in danger.

“I-I’m so sorry. I di-didn’t see anything. So sorry, Mr. Horruer,” you stuttered, taking a few frightful paces back before you turned on your heel and ran home.

It was crass, clumsy, impolite, and frankly, unladylike. But you didn’t want to know what Horruer could do with his hands, and you didn’t want to find out if the rumors of his aberrant ‘hobbies’ were true or not.

He looked like he was itching to kill me.

You felt something red burning a hole into your back as you fled.

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…….

“... (y/n).”

#i have a lot of thoughts #huehe #aka writing #Dr Sans & Mr Horruer

[derangedanomaly]

How would the boys react to reader being a skellie bunny?

Kinda like this.

But female and all

Decided to do the star sanses too, since you didn't specify which characters you want.

MASTERLIST

WARNING: Suggestive

BAD SANSES AND STAR SANSES X SKELETON BUNNY READER

NIGHTMARE:

He'd probably feel really conflicted, and confused lmao.

He's so into you, but wouldn't want you to know. He's not exactly the loving type...

Finds your whole persona weird... he's never seen a skeleton bunny before, and it looks... strange?

He'd just watch in complete silence as your ears just hop on your head along with your steps. He wonders how you'd feel if he pulled them... (Take it suggestively or not 🤷‍♀️)

He feeds you carrots. And if he could, he would keep you in a cage. Caged like an animal on loose.

He'll actually start to think you look cute, after getting used to your look.

He'll still be a little shit though. No one can change him. 🤷‍♀️ (But you COULD make him worse...lmao.)

KILLER:

Would find you pretty cute to be honest.

He wants to squeeze the ever living shit out of you.

His head will be filled with.... obscene thoughts, whenever you walk in the room..

He's also never seen a skeleton bunny, so he'd just ask a ton of questions.

Like, do you have powers similar to him? Do you have a similar appetite to Horror? Ooh, can you summon a gaster blaster??

So many questions.

Usually, he's not one for caring this much when it comes to new species of monsters, but he just finds you so interesting actually.

He'll 100% want to touch your ears. And you'll have to let him. There's just no other way.

DUST:

Normally, Dust would be pretty surprised, and immediately start writing your species down with excitement, but....he already knows the type of monster you are.

Shocking.

He doesn't seem fazed at all when seeing you. In fact, he already knows almost everything about your species.

He tries to connect with you through this fact. (But not gonna lie, it's a little creepy that he knows so much without you telling him....)

He tries to be respectful at all times...but you make it too hard sometimes.

He's also not spared from inpure thoughts about you.

He probably really likes the way your ears bounce with every step..

HORROR:

He's just munching on his food while silently watching the bunny tail twitch ever so slightly..

He doesn't EVER want to appear to you like he's some uncontrollable horn dog that can't keep his hands to himself. (That's Killer's job)

He probably has the best self control over ALL of them. (Yes...even Dream and Swap)

He just has a problem of drooling sometimes too much..

But Horror will actually find you pretty cool. You're a bunny AND a skeleton!! He's never seen that before.

He 100% carries you on his shoulders. He loves it!

You're so soft and fluffy, and he wants to pet you SO bad, but he'll be too scared to hurt you, to actually touch you.

Yeah, you'd have to reassure him.

DREAM:

Much like his brother, he'll also treat you like an ACTUAL bunny. (But it's more innocent)

He just doesn't know much about your species. So he'll be probably pretty confused.

Also isn't spared from inpure thoughts.

Keeps scolding himself whenever he has a...not so PG thoughts about you. He's supposed to be the guardian of positivity dammit!

Tries to actually distract himself to stop thinking like that. Even goes that far to actually try to avoid you. Surely if he doesn't see you, he won't think about you! (He's oh so wrong)

Give a small hello to him as you pass, after not seeing him the whole day, and he'll already be on his knees before you.

On the other hand, he'll find your whole species interesting.

Will also ask a ton of questions. (After he gets a lil bit over his simp phase)

INK:

FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT

He'd be soooo flirty. He doesn't want to lose his shot.

He snickers whenever your ears bounce on top of your head, or if your tail twitches. Finds it incredibly cute.

Ironically, Ink's flirting is probably worse than Killer's. He stares at you a lot.

He'll want to touch your ears SO BAD.

It's gonna get to the point where he'll get obsessed with touching your ears.

You'll probably find many drawings scattered around. Of you. Yes, that's right. He'll draw you all the time.

Sometimes, he will jokingly feed you carrots. He'll have a blast making fun of you. (Please, I beg you, PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE)

SWAP:

Admires Horror for not giving in to his thoughts. Swap is that ONE person that is secretly a little horny.

Also likes your fluffiness. Seriously wants to cuddle up to you.

Will also carry you around.

Lmao, Error will be so dumbfounded when Swap visits him with you on his shoulders.

Occasionally asks you questions about your species.

He doesn't want to insult you somehow, so he'll probably NOT give you carrots, unless you ask for it.

He giggles whenever your tail twitches. (Don't ask him why he's staring at your ass)

He's gonna scold himself so hard for actually objectifying you like this. The guilt will probably make him actually admit to looking at you like this. (The only that was brave enough to admit to to you)

A/N: How the hell did this turn into a SIMP post? 💀 I apologize if this is not what you wanted, my mind just drifted off to other places while writing this.

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #horror sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #dream sans x reader #ink sans x reader #swap sans x reader

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 26

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case.  You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

You smiled to yourself the whole walk to the door. As you stepped out onto the small front porch, your bare feet were welcomed by the cool slab of concrete. The smell of the air was a mixture of the incoming cold snap and autumn leaves. It was a smell you remembered from even back when you were a kid. It smelled like Halloween.

Out in the darkened streets you watched as a kids in costumes moved about with excitement from house to house. There were families with small children and packs of teens all enjoying themselves in their quest for tricks and treats. You smiled to yourself and wandered down toward the end corner of the porch where the wood was stacked. As you went, you retrieved your phone from your pocket and thumbed the screen of your iPhone for the Door Dash app.

What will Joel want to eat? You wondered. There were so many choices that popped up that you were pretty certain you would decide on something. Your eyes lifted when you reached the stack and you began to retrieve a few logs from top of the pile.

"Trick or treat," you heard a male voice say from somewhere nearby. It startled you, as you didn't expect anyone to come up to the house. You hadn't even turned the porch light on as you wandered outside because you didn't want to draw any attention to the house. The last thing you needed was one person to recognize you and then all of a sudden your cover was blown.

You squinted into the darkness but you didn't see anyone. Right away your senses instructed you to be on high alert.

"Trick or treat?" the same voice spoke. It was a calm and curious.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any more candy," you called back with your arms full of wood. You practically tiptoed back toward the door as you looked for the person who had spoken to you.

"Trick or treat," a voice from close behind you whispered. It reminded you more of a snake hissing than a person speaking and it made you tense up from head to toe. When you turned, you felt frozen.

"Who are you?" You asked, recognizing the man's face, even in the dark. It was the same man who picked up the blanket you had dropped in the parking lot at the hospital - and that's when you knew you were in danger. Immediate danger.

He smirked in such a way that made you turn to run, though when you did you ran right into another tree trunk of a body. The force of it knocked you back a few inches and the wood tumbled from your arms to the pavement. When you looked up you saw Vic's wicked grin as he pulled the pumpkin mask down over his face. At the same time, his accomplice pulled down the skeleton mask.

This can't be happening. You couldn't believe the lengths these people were going to.

"You can be the witch," the skeleton man said as you stared at Vic. From behind he pushed the witch mask down roughly over your face, making you scream. A hand clamped down over your mouth just as you let the first noise escape your mouth.

"Don't hurt him," you mumbled into the mask's rubbery, warm interior. You began to struggle as best you could before you were physically lifted from the ground and carried away.

..

Joel sat up abruptly and listened when he heard a clattering noise from the porch. Without hesitation he retrieved his clothes from the living room floor and threw them on as he walked toward the front door. He flung it open, calling out your name as he stepped outside. When nothing came of it, he struggled to fiddle with the light to illuminate the area. Finally, his hand found it on the inside wall and he looked around.

When his eyes landed on the the three logs of wood on the ground a few feet from the door he closed his eyes. Joel felt his entire body tense from fear, frustration and rage. HIs face grew hot and for a second panic set in and he began to look around in all directions on the verge of frantic.

"Fuck." He bent down and grabbed the familiar cell phone not far from the firewood. His own photograph looked back at him when the screen woke up by his touch. Joel shouted your name again.. and again.. and again. He paced back and forth. He ran into the front yard, and then the back yard and the driveway. There was nothing. Just before he went to run upstairs to see if the other occupants had seen anything, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The caller was labeled: Unknown ID.

"Where is she?" Joel answered the phone, knowing full well who it was on the other end of the line. "I swear if you fucking hurt her in any way-"

"Easy there Joel," the voice spoke over the receiver.

"Where is she?" He repeated.

"It's killing you, isn't it? Not knowing where she is. If she's dead or alive."

"If you touch her I'll kill you," Joel promised in a voice far calmer than what was brewing inside of him.

"Just when you become the hero you want to go back to being a vigilante?"

"Where is she!?" He screamed now. Joel stood in the yard, looking around in all directions still. There was no fear for himself. He would have taken on an army without a second thought.

When no answer came back on the other end of the line he bellowed, "Vic!" so shrill and so loud that it stopped people on the roads as they paraded around the neighborhood. Joel marched back into the house as Vic laughed and continued to taunt him on the other end. He grabbed the car keys and ran back outside, slamming the front door behind him.

"I needed bolt cutters to open up the place, but I'm sure you can figure out where I'm taking her," Vic said on the other end of the line. "And we have quite a fucking head start, so you better put the pedal to the metal." He laughed again and internally it sent Joel into a primal frenzy.

"The junk yard," Joel spoke aloud, more to himself than to Vic, though his adversary responded.

"Very good." He paused, "And if you go to the police you won't see her alive again."

Joel whipped the car into the road, gritting his teeth as he was forced to finesse through the wave of trick or treaters. When he finally surpassed the end of the neighborhood and cruised onto the main road, he flew down the main road away from the quieter streets, past the town green where scarecrows still lined the border. It was like deja vu of the year before, only worse.

He screamed and shouted at the steering wheel as he slammed his hands down on it. "Why didn't I go get the fucking firewood!" Joel yelled out loud again, "Fuck!"

When the car squealed around a bend in the road he almost lost control and felt his stomach twist and turn in preparation for slamming into a tree, though it didn't happen. Joel got the car under control and floored the pedal again against his better judgement. He reached for the phone with his picture on it, knowing the four digit passcode and punched it in. Somehow as he drove, he scrolled to the last text message that had been sent to Steve, thanking him for getting the video footage.

If you go to the police you won't see her alive again. Vic's words hung in his ear, but Joel knew if he didn't have back up, there was no way he could overpower two or three men - or more. And so he went with his gut and began typing to Steve.

Despite deep down knowing it was the right move, Joel prayed that what he was about to do was the right move. If it wasn't, he would live his entire life in a world of pain and regret.

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[imagine-shenanigans]

I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

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Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

#sans undertale #undertale #sans horrortale #horrortale #undertale au #sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #i also Have Big Big Plans i cant share with a series of fics #but i'm still writing those and i know myself #if i actively talk about them i may not write them #so once the first one is done i'll update it #but yeah anyway sans renaissance time thank you for feeding me fandom this is what i give back

[voidchillz]

Ground Together

(Horrortale SansXBarista MC)

I’m realising I haven’t actually shown any of my new and improved writing, so here’s a silly little barista concept I thought up :)

(more below the line)

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…He’d been staring for a while now. Not at you. Thank the gods he hadn’t been looking at you. He’d been looking at the menu, and you wouldn’t really have minded. It was a relatively quiet day today which meant you could mind your own business in the break room, avoiding eye contact on your phone of course, while near enough to the counter so that when he decided to take his order you’d be ready for it and not get in trouble. Foolproof plan with minimal interaction. Only the longer he stared, the more you began to realise it was a quiet day because every time someone tried to come in, they spotted him through the window and not-so-discreetly bolted for it. He was staring at the chalkboard with such a haunting heavy glare that if you had been the unfortunate victim of it, you probably would’ve high-tailed it like the other possible customers. For the first ten minutes you just figured that this was his first time ordering from a complicated cafe. Completely understandable reaction, it could be quite overwhelming, it took you nearly three months to get used to it. In a moment of weakness after another twenty minutes, you resorted to the internet to ask if Monsters had many coffee shops in the Underground. You knew it was probably a stupid question but you hated to think this poor guy was dealing with indecision paralysis all by himself. Maybe you could offer some help if he really was confused, though you did wonder if your nerves would even allow it. The whole time, the only movement you had seen from this guy was the slightest shuffle from when he had sat down at a table in the back and the slight flicker of his glare scanning the board of today’s offers. You’d heard the bell ring so you went out to get ready for his order, but it had been a bit of a shock to see someone of his stature cross the room so quickly and quietly.

He was huge. Like, wild bear huge. Wide and tall enough to look out of place in such a quaint cafe, and with thick sturdy bones that dwarfed anyone on the planet. You could tell because they were visible. Not injury-visible, as in no-skin-visible. He was a skeleton Monster. Sockets and all. One of which had a vividly deep crimson orb of light inside, roughly the size of a goofball with a pinprick of black inside imitating something of a pupil. He had held the same position for nearly a half hour now. Obviously strong hands that you would’ve liked to take a closer look at locked firmly together, elbows resting on the table to hold his skull up, his broad shoulders set and still, and his huge body slightly hunched over the wood. You really didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he probably did, you wouldn’t be having a good time either if you were stared at like an exhibit while puzzling over a giant complicated menu. He was intimidating, that was for definite, but oddly fascinating… You chewed the inner flesh of your cheek as punishment for being so damn curious. It was rude to stare, you just really couldn’t help it. You’d seen plenty of different kinds of Monsters. Cyclopes, Dogs, Fairies, Ghosts. You name it, there was probably a Monster variation like it. A skeleton Monster though… From the few glances you allowed yourself, he seemed to have the same basic features of a Human skeleton, only multiplied by five, with subtly sharper shapes, and a lot more fused plates of bone to make up for muscle and cartilage. This man was the visual definition of big-boned. But it wasn’t right to stare, you had to be empathetic with what was done to Monsters… Humans had trapped them Underground for over a century, and getting stared at by some rude barista after only a few months of finally earning freedom would not be an excellent afternoon. So with a self-inflicted pinch to your hand, you forced your eyes back to the phone you were meant to be avoiding eye contact with, tapping its darkened screen back to life and scolding yourself as you idly stared at the unhelpful Google page.

And you would’ve stewed in embarrassment and shame a little longer, only for the scrape of a chair sliding along the floor to nearly make you fall out of yours. You half sprinted back to your post, standing straight up and steadying yourself on the marble counter, trying to remember the catchphrase you were paid twelve bucks an hour to memorise. But you seemed to forget your name entirely as you finally found yourself less than two feet away from the skeleton.

You thought he was just tall, oh no. Mountainous was more the word. You had to grit your teeth to stop your jaw from dropping. His clothes seemed to match his built-like-a-brick-wall exterior, thick and heavy. A grey wool beanie on his skull, a slightly tattered looking hoodie in a distinct ashy blue colour with clear patches of repair and sewed up tears, and a much fresher looking sweater beneath it. You tried not to point out to yourself that, at his height, you could even see the sweatpants he was wearing behind the counter. But with a trembling little intake of breath, words began to form.

“H-…hello… sir…”

…That was weak. You pursed your lips into a little apologetic smile, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset at your shakiness. General fear of Monsters wasn’t at all necessary. Of course, there was diversity in temperaments and social habits, but Humans are just as different. You’d seen the occasional posturing Sea Horse or grumpy Ghost, but those were individuals, just like Humans. So you treated every encounter with an open-mind and a respectful attitude. But you weren’t exactly used to… this. You’d seen giant buff wolves on two legs and with teeth the size of knives that looked like sweet little puppies in comparison this guy. It was that blood red stare that sent chills down your spine. There were sentient mini volcanoes you’d met that were more expressive than him.

That fierce crimson eye watched you for at least a minute. He didn’t say anything. Just stared you down with a blank iron stiff expression.

“…hi.”

The slight fear of being beneath that glare melted as quick as snow under sun… his voice was really nice… You definitely hadn’t expected that. It was deep and baritone with a raspy edge to it. You didn’t know what you expected, but it sounded a lot gentler than you thought it would. Something between a growl and a purr that was very pleasant on the ears. It made you a little disappointed that he seemed to be the quiet type. He didn’t appear to be glaring anymore, his sockets were a little wider now, more alert and less jittery. So with a little more confidence, you quietly cleared your throat and spoke up with what you hoped looked like a more genuine smile.

“What can I get you today?”

…

Okay…

No answer.

That’s fine, he’s just thinking a little more. Usually when customers had that momentary pause and standard thoughtful hum, they checked the board again to remind themselves of their order. He just stared at you. It wasn’t as terrifying as the glare he had used before. It was more of a thousand-yard gaze. You were plenty familiar with spacing out during your break times, but you didn’t tend to really look at anything when you did. Just letting your eyes go blurry and blinking a minute and a half later with the slightly stingy wateriness that made you focus again. He on the other hand, was looking directly at you. That softly glowing orb of red light watched you in dead silence, and as still as it was, you could’ve sworn it had gotten a little bigger. Probably just because he was closer now.

Your own heartbeat was louder than him. Was he breathing? Did he even need to breathe? Your slight concern and curiosity must’ve slipped through, because you got to see the most movement out of him yet when the light flickered with what you recognised as him slipping back into his own head, his skull tilting the slightest bit up to look at the chalkboard again. You mused to yourself that it’d be great if he worked here. At his height, he could easily reach the board and change it without you having to get a ladder out. But out of understanding politeness, you didn’t bother him with another question and just let him reassess.

You watched the subtle way that two thick bone ridges above his sockets knitted together like eyebrows, it was interesting to see what parts applied to certain features a regular Human skeleton wouldn’t have. Your eyes were drawn to his teeth as an example, he didn’t have lips of course, but something like it. His chin hung ever so slightly loose, sharp thin teeth with plates of bones that melded into the rest of his skull seamlessly, covering where gums should’ve been. The joint where his squared jaw should’ve rounded off completely disappeared, making it look like smooth cheeks. Were they squishy like flesh or hard like the rest of his skull? His nasal bone was much more pronounced than a Human’s would be as well, so it looked slightly more like a nose than just a hole.

The faintest little sound of scraping bone grabbed your attention, making you glance down at his hand to see him gently flexing his index and middle fingers against his thumb. They slowly curled in and out of his hand in a steady motion, the small joints of bone between his distal and centre phalanx straining against the inner side of his thumb’s distal. You glanced back up at his face, spotting the way the orb of red light flickered and sparked ever so slightly. He didn’t need facial features to look distressed.

“Do you need any help…?”

You trod very carefully, making sure your voice was gentle and calm but steering away from condescending. The eyelight flicked down to you again without his skull moving. With years of practice, you managed to steel yourself and offer a helpful little smile.

He stared for a long while, and you wondered if he was surprised or simply sizing you up.

…

With the slightest movement of his skull, he nodded, triggering an internal deep sigh of relief as you got your barista knowledge ready.

Over then next minutes you explained what the sizes, variations, and overall flavours of the drinks were. The whole time he kept every ounce of his attention on you, it felt kind of refreshing… Whenever you went through this spiel, the poor soul you were trying to convey this information to was lost within the first few minutes. He was absorbed in every word, making no visual or vocal sign that he was taking any of it in other than the intense way he studied you in silence.

You couldn’t stop smiling… in a dumb sorta circumstantial way, he was the first person that had paid this much attention to you.

***

This was… confusing… really confusing…

Skull had tried to make sense of it while he was in his seat, but all he could think about was the people staring at him outside, the way you kept looking over at him when you thought he didn’t notice, the fact he was taking so long in the first place. It was eventually waiter’s guilt that made him get up, that and you were really distracting him. Just pick something random and leave. He really just wanted to get a drink and go home, he hadn’t expected to stay so long. But seriously, why did Humans need so many options for how they boil beans? He came in here because it looked quiet enough to soothe the headache that the outside crowds had induced on him, but it had only gotten worse. Scanning the board for something easy to say didn’t really help. Pronouncing half of them looked even more difficult than understanding the rest. If Crooks wanted to come back here, Skull really didn’t want to be remembered as the freak that sat in a coffee shop for half an hour and left without buying anything. He doubted any Human would be ballsy enough to actively try and piss him off, but he didn’t want spit in his next coffee. It would be all around unpleasant to deal with that, for a number of reasons.

He hadn’t even reached the counter when you had skidded into view, it was a bit of a shock, enough to make his bones lock up. But as soon as he saw that slightly frizzed hair and wide eyes…

And those lips…

The memory of any word on the board might as well have dusted in his head.

So… tiny…

He hadn’t really registered anything today beyond where he was going and what he was doing. It made it easier to think quickly that way. But now he got to see you properly…

His mind went blank.

He didn’t know Humans could look like that… he just didn’t know what it was about you that made him stop so abruptly.

“H-…hello… sir…”

Oh dear gods. Who allowed such a little creature to have such a sweet voice? You looked so fragile… Skull kept himself firmly planted in his spot, grinding his teeth shut to force the broad smile that tried to pull his neutrality out of order down. It was nearly laughable that you called him ‘sir’, so tense at the sight of him. He was mildly impressed you hadn’t been more frightened actually, most Humans were. That was, until you smiled. That pretty little way those smooth warm lips curled made something in his marrow shiver. And for once, he didn’t need to think hard just to speak.

“…hi.”

He had to thank his own face for not reacting so obviously when your eyes sparkled like that… He did feel it though. The fluttery hot flush that thrummed in his ribcage, threatening to crawl up his spine to his cheekbones. The way you brightened made him oddly proud of himself. And he didn’t know why that was either.

“What can I get you today?”

Oh… that was nice… you sounded a little stronger this time. Happier. It soothed his head just that little bit more. He did wonder if you were only putting on a professional face. On the few occasions he had gone out by himself, plenty of Humans had been their usual frightened selves. Shaky and about half a quick shock away from scampering off like rats. Skull never liked going out because of it… too loud, too bright, too crowded. He’d endured all manner of nasty glares and scoffs that made his thoughts darken. People wanted him to stay out of their cities, and he just wanted to stay in the woods. Skull didn’t actively dislike being outside, but there were usually so many factors and deterrents that he associated with it that made him avoid it. Safety wasn’t a concern. He hadn’t met a single Human that could land a good blow on him or his brother. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t always kept his senses sharp whenever they went out. By now, his spacial awareness was as useful as it was overwhelming. It was Crooks he was doing this all for, exploring as much as possible, experimenting and admiring the sights. There were a few rare occasions he’d enjoyed himself. Big parks full of friendly birds and strong trees were his favourite, people were much more spread out there, keeping to themselves and staying moderately quiet. Buildings like these may not have expected big customers like him, but he sometimes preferred it. Big spaces with lots of people overwhelmed him, big spaces with less people made him anxious, and he avoided small crowded places all together. But small spots with less people meant he could focus easier, it meant he could keep part of his focus on everything around him, or at least he had hoped it would.

He felt those eyes watch him attentively and respectfully, that warm smile making his shoulders unlock and his jaw feel loose. It wasn’t until he saw you blink and momentarily cut him off from those eyes that pulled him back to the coffee shop. What had you asked him? Right. Coffee. Pick a coffee. Did it have to be a coffee? Some of the pastries in the glass case next to the counter looked nice… Was hot chocolate up there? Skull couldn’t say he really liked cocoa, or at least what he remembered it tasted like, but it was familiar and simple. Unfortunately, the longer he searched the board, the dizzier he felt. It was only slightly better now that the words were closer, but not much…

“Do you need any help…?”

Yes. Please. Gods, this was embarrassing. The first Human he didn’t hate on sight and he was barely talking. He wanted to thank you for your patience and respect, it wasn’t something he often received from the cocky arrogant pricks he dealt with on a regular basis. He wanted to learn more about you and why you made him feel so knotted up but… but in a good way. He wanted to get closer… feel your heart beating or pounding or fluttering, look into every fragmented detail of your eyes and memorise them, run his claw over your skin and watch the blood rush beneath that thin veil of flesh…

That…

That was probably weird.

He needed to stop thinking about that. Because anymore time on the subject and his feet would feel considerably less than safely rooted behind the tiny countertop that kept him from stepping forward. With a harsh kick to his subconscious, he figured he needed to order quicker. Get it out of the way and then see if talking to you was even possible for him. After his internal struggle, Skull nodded.

…

You’ve been talking about coffee for nearly ten minutes. Skull didn’t understand a word of it, but you spoke so fluidly and pleasantly, he didn’t dare disturb your flow and ask questions, even if he could. You’d mentioned at least a dozen toppings and a dozen more syrups with different combination suggestions. You’d even offered different sugar types, which only served more confusion. Brown? Caster? Soft? Granulated? What was the difference?! They were all sugar! They were all going to be melted in the hot water! Unless of course he wanted ‘iced’ or ‘chilled’ which spiralled into an entirely new conversation. Lattes, tea greens, and bobas, oh my. And those were just a few options. There were frappes and smoothies and milkshakes and…

Skull had to repeatedly stop himself from just lifting his hand up to manually cover your mouth and shut you up. He loved to hear your smooth sweet voice but if it was physically possible, he was about to go cross-eyed. To prevent his rudeness he focused on your smile… how pleased and warm you sounded, the way your lips curved as you spoke, the little wrinkle in the corners of your eyes as you smiled so genuinely…

. . .

…Genuine…

That’s what it was.

Every other Human he’d met had been putting up an act. Pretending not to stare, thick passive aggression, sickly sweet smiles over bitter souls. You were genuine. Yes you stared, but to the man she was talking to, not his dead socket or sharp teeth. Every step of the way, you remained honest and patient, understanding his unsaid issues and stresses without even having to pry or ask. And there was not a molecule about that smile that didn’t reflect the warm shine of the essence of your being.

…That’s what he loved about you…

***

Perhaps I could write more on this if ya’ll want it? Maybe a little rivalry between some other silly skeletons that visit their favourite cute barista? 👀

Who knows.

Hope you enjoyed ;D

#barista au #ground together #undertale au #horrortale sans x reader #horror sans #sans horrortale #horrortale sans #coffee shop au #I’m a sucker for the sillies

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O waking up skeleton at 6 a.m and ask them to go in the car, and they take them to Disneyland without telling them where they're going. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - He's anxious all the way because he hates surprises. Too many turned to be bad and he knows that can't be bad since it's you, but he can't help it. He won't stop asking where you two are going and trying to deduce it. Too bad he doesn't know what Disneyland is and so he stays frustrated until you reach the portal of the attraction park. Once he sees it doesn't kill him, he relaxes.

Undertale Papyrus - He has no idea where we're going but he's excited to find out! He really doesn't care where you two are going, he's just happy he can spend a whole fun day with you. He gets ecstatic when you arrive though. He loves it.

Underswap Sans - He's a bit grumpy on the road because his amazing tricks to make you reveal where you're going are not working. All is forgotten as soon you get there though. He starts to vibrate with excitement and almost jumps at your neck while you're still driving, almost making you have an accident. He's happy though.

Underswap Papyrus - He sleeps the whole trip. 6 a.m. is way too early for him lol. When you wake him up as you're getting close to Disneyland, he stares in shock. Honey is a huge Disney fan, he thinks he's still dreaming right now. He's so excited! He wants to meet all the characters! Please hurry, hurry, hurry!

Underfell Sans - He's not a morning boy and he's just half asleep, grumbling and mumbling to himself on the way, because what the hell, it's inhumane to wake him up so early in the morning. You're a true monster. He's more curious once you arrive, but he's still going to pout one more hour to show you he's kinda still mad.

Underfell Papyrus - He's nervous all the way to Disneyland because, since he doesn't know where you're going, he can't prepare a proper defense strategy in case something turns wrong. He doesn't understand why you insist so much on not telling him. He still doesn't get it once you get there by the way. There are so many people around, clearly he could have been better prepared! He guesses the surprise is nice.

Horrortale Sans - He goes along with whatever you decide to do. He's happy he can spend some time with you, even if he's struggling so hard to not fall back asleep. He's not sure if you told him or not where you're going so he pretends he knows where you're going to not look like an idiot, even if it makes you laugh because clearly he is so confused. He's glad when he arrives, even though he still has no idea what Disneyland is supposed to be.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not too worried, he knows you wouldn't do anything weird to him, so he's just patient and tries to guess where you're going by watching the signs. He's quite excited when you're arriving! But also a bit scared because there's a lot of people, and he's going to walk all day long. But you prepared everything and bought a flexible chair so he can rest when he's tired. He's so glad he found you.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't say a word before your first break on the road to get coffee. After that, he's a bit more awake and try to understand the hell you're doing with him in the middle of nowhere. He's not sure what Disneyland is, but eh, why not. He likes trying new things. Not two minutes in and he made Mickey cry because the mouse accidentally bumped into him and he hit his nuts instinctively. The day is going to be interesting...

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh, he knows where he's going. It's not like he manipulated you for three months to go there. He knew it would pay eventually. You know the surprise is ruined when he enters the car with Mickey's ears. Rus is so excited though. He wants to try everything and eat Mickey's nuggets until he explodes! Let's go!

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's in poker face mode, even when you're arriving. He's not sure what the hell you're doing, but he's here now so he doesn't really have a choice, right? He can't believe you managed to trick him like a beginner. This is worrying. Is he turning soft? It's even worse when a small girl runs to him thinking he's "Jack Skellington" or something and just... Hugs his legs. What. The. Hell. What's happening? He's so confused.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Once he's sure you're not taking him to see a doctor, he relaxes and starts to ask questions about where you're going, more and more excited as you give him hints it will be something he likes. He is shocked when you arrive, then shrieks excitedly and jumps at your neck to hug you. It's the best day of his life, he's almost forgotten he's shy as the day passes. He's just having fun.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[gettinshiggywithit]

Day-08

! Pumpkin Carving With Eri And Shinsou !

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scenario:- a day of pumpkin carving with eri and shinsou !

pairing:- Hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader, eri x reader x shinsou x dadzawa (platonic)

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it was almost halloween and you and shinsou just found out eri had never carved a pumpkin before!

You could NOT let her go another halloween without carrying out this tradition!

so you got a pumpkin from the paatch nearby and set everything up

shinsou closed eri's eyes from behind and walked her into the garden

she was prepared for her surprise!

when he pulled back his hands for her to see the entire station you'd set up (complete with some candy and cookies and juice and water in case yall got hungry)

she was so happy!

she had no idea what you were gonna do so the two of you explained it to her.

her eyes went wide and she smiled the widest smile you'd ever seen and Both your hearts almost meltedd

first you scooped out each of your pumpkins' guts(shinsou did eris too)

next you googled some designs.

eri chose a cat pattern and shinsou made a skull witha smaller pumpkin inside like a brain

you went for a classic ol jack o' lantern

after you had traced out the templated onto the pumpkins,the cutting began

you let eri try a little before you and shinsou alternated between helping her while you carved your own pumpkins

half way through you decided to put on some music and picked a halloween playlist from spotify

the moment 'spooky scary skeletons' started playing,shinsou took your hand and you started to dance around the lawn

he spun you around and at one point you tripped and landed on the grass laughing out loud.

eri who was a witness to all of this started to laugh too and it once again warmed your hearts to see her so happy

just as you were getting up off the grass,monster mash started playing and you carried eri on over to dance with her

shinsou went back to the station and watched with a smile on his face as you and the little girl had the time of your lives.

but after the song ended you got back to work and one snack/dance break later you were done!

you got some floating candles and lit them before promptly placing them inside.

you carried the pumpkins inside after cleaning them and the station up a bit and placed it outside ur room doors

eri ran to show mr aizawa her jack o lantern and you stood there and watched as she babbled on about how much fun she'd had

shinsou leaned his head on yours and exhaled.hed been scared shed get hurt the whole time

but now everything was done and he was happy you'd had the idea to do this.

after you had fully cleaned up you walked into the kitchen to see mr aizawa making himself a cup of coffee

he turned to the two of you and thanked you for giving eri a good time

"it was all y/n's idea aizawa sensei" said shinsou as he placed his arm aroun ur shoulders before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"hmmm either way thank you.she really did enjoy herself"

with that he walked out of the kitchen and looked back to the two of you

Dadzawa totally #Ships yall

after that you head on to his room and have a nice nap

you were both poofedd after all!

eri's pumpkin:-

shinsou's pumpkin:-

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

#🎃Jaya’s-Plus-Ultra-Halloween-Event🎃 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfic #mha fluff #shinso hitoshi x reader #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou x y/n #my hero academia shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #mha shinsou #shinsou headcanons #shinsou imagine #shinsou x you #eri x reader #mha eri #bnha eri #mha x reader fluff #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader #mha x gn!reader #shinsou x gn!reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso fluff #jaya writes for bnha 0 o #jaya writes 0 o

[centipedelightning]

Hi! I saw your elephant!monster reader ask and decided to throw my hat in the ring with a mouse!monster reader with the same pairings, My oc is the monsterized version of the mouse in the wall. A silly goofy rodent with a habit of "borrowing" things and food from people and shops across the underground

this is so cute are you kidding me. ik you didn't request him but I couldn't resist the klepto4klepto idea in my head with Cash. Congrats on being my first "inspiration point" btw.

ALSO: if this didn’t satisfy you, feel free to resubmit your request fhsgdhdh. i can do something a bit more in line w what you were probably expecting.

| UT/UF/US(+SF Pap) x Klepto Mouse!Reader || Platonic/Non-specified || Fluff |

Sans

You'll probably first meet at Grillby's.

The usual patrons are there and in you come. Slinking.. Scheming...

The crystal glasses have been calling your name for a week now.

To your surprise, this is a day Grillby is out so a certain skeleton is behind the counter.

You sidle up to the bar and order some food, intent on getting Sans away from the glassware. Once he's gone you're in action.

With deft fingers, you are reaching over the counter and grabbing as many glasses as you think you can get away with.

Once your inventory is good and full, you settle back into your spot.

You don't realize you've been caught until an empty glass is put in front of you.

"you've been a little mousy you're whole life?"

"I like to think I'm pretty outgoing actually."

That gets a laugh out of the skeleton. "i'm afraid i'll need those glasses back."

You decide to hand him a pair of glasses you "borrowed" from a frog Monster you met in Waterfall.

This goes on all night. After a certain point, you decide to give up the ghost and hand the absurd number of glasses back over to Sans. He even promised to not rat you out to Grillby.

Papyrus

You were walking through Waterfall when you saw Papyrus walking along a lower level just under you.

He was carrying a comical stack of Tupperware containers full of something. It was simple curiosity! He wouldn't even miss it!

You succeeded at snatching a Tupperware and cracked it open. The acrid smell of pure evil is the only thing that graces your nostrils.

Deciding you have no desire to hold onto whatever science experiment the skeleton had made, you hopped down and chased after him.

You came up with a quick excuse that he dropped the item and you were just innocently returning it.

Papyrus' sockets shine as he drops the armload of "food". You get thanked so profusely you almost thought you did something honorable, not stole food.

You get questioned about your culinary inclinations while he picks all the containers back up. Many of them busted open when dropped, though the skeleton doesn't seem to care.

You didn't realize that you started following him while talking and after some time you arrived to his front door.

You tried to bid him farewell before you were all but begged to come in and cook with him. It is free entry into his house.

Who knows what goodies you might be able to snag.

Red

You've heard about the funny skeleton that sometimes performs at MTT resort and decided to check it out.

You were in the area, there was an interesting list of comics on the roster, and the audience looked like types to have a lot of interesting things on them. What reason did you have not to go?

Many of the performers were fine. A few of them were so dull you had no way to sneak about without being caught.

Red was the closer, and by then your pockets were starting to feel well and full.

You, of course, continued on your mission; stifling giggles and laughs as best you could.

Red's set was nearly over by the time you felt satisfied. Oddly enough, when you fully tuned back in you notice something strange. He was making a few too many rodent-themed jokes than one might expect.

It was only after the second or third time he glanced directly into your beady eyes that you realized he absolutely knew what you were doing.

You tried to slip out of the dining room unnoticed but a certain toothy grin at the front doors stopped you.

"got caught with your hand in the mouse trap there buddy"

You had very few options other than running or offering a bribe. you went with a bribe.

Red, surprisingly, accepts and even offers a little deal. You join up with him during his sets. He tells jokes so good no one will notice a certain mousey's fingers in their pockets. Split the loot after.

You didn't have many options to counteroffer, but even then you didn't particularly want to.

Edge

You were caught pocketing some cinnamon bunnies and got the guard called on you. Naturally, you were well practiced in avoiding the guard.

You tried to spend as little time as possible in Snowdin until everything cooled off some. What you didn't realize is that the up-and-coming royal guardsman was not one to give up so quickly.

Once you decided enough time had passed, you made your appearance back into the thrall of the small town. It was only after you picked up some whispers behind you that you realized you perhaps haven't been away as long as you should've been.

What ensued was chaos. Once you realized that yes, people definitely recognized you and had called for the guard, you were booking it out of there.

A few members of the dog pack put up a chase for a while, but none of them cared for petty theft. The only one who decided to pursue you into the forest for the better part of an hour was the new skeleton recruit, Edge.

The chase only ended after you both found yourselves stuck on a large frozen lake, unable to get your feet underneath you. After hitting an impasse, you try one last boon.

You offer to pay for everything you stole and then some. Edge didn't believe you were good for it, but you were no stranger to "borrowing" a good amount of G.

While slipping and sliding past each other, Edge pulled out a long itemized list of everything you have stolen. It took a good few minutes to read through your bill but you did manage to have enough money on you to pay the shopkeep back.

After that, you were watched like a hawk by Edge personally whenever he saw you out about town. It didn't take long to realize you could intentionally run him around if you stole something in his line of sight.

Blue

Blue was one of the only people who bothered to regularly set puzzles and traps that were more interesting than piles of snow.

That also meant you could get a bunch of neat junk if you went around to dig out the parts.

You became his shadow. He'd set up a puzzle, you'd slip in and take a few parts. It certainly didn't help that Blue was incredibly amusing to watch once he saw your handiwork.

He even tried to stake you out a few times, though it never worked.

There was only once that Blue caught you.

You were out somewhere else and he put his plan in action.

You came back to your usual spot to scope out how you were going to sneak past the puzzle part of the puzzle. You didn't even think that the course looked suspicious.

It was a switch-flipping style puzzle. Certain switches move different snow poffs and you had to pick the right combination to get through. Easy.

It was only as you solved the puzzle and the floor gave out under you that you realized you made a mistake.

You got pulled out of the snow that fell on top of you none other than Blue himself.

You weren't able to do much more than laugh and deny. Deny! DENY!

It didn't work of course, though Blue did ask to keep you around.

Something about making the puzzles so hard a human wouldn't even be able to pass them?

Stretch

Stretch was trying to do a simple run to the craft store to get some fabric. His brother wanted a new workout set and refused to just buy one.

You were also there. You were in the bead aisle hamfisting those suckers into your pockets. Stretch could only imagine would you have already stashed away in your inventory.

It was a slow day and he had time for a little prank.

Everywhere you went, the skeleton followed. Everything you put on your person, the skeleton subtly magicked right back out.

It took you a while to notice, but once you did the game changed. It became a combination of making sure you didn't catch him putting your ill-gotten gains back and not being caught himself.

This went on for a while.

You started to get smart. You tried to shake your mysterious pursuer by taking random turns and power-walking down each aisle as quick as you could.

After a time, you also realized your pockets never got heavier. You decided you absolutely had more time to waste and got to plotting.

You started picking up items you didn't even want. Scrap fabric and strange decor items were shoved places you thought you would know if they were tampered with.

It didn't work. The standoff, so to speak, lasted two hours and you didn't catch your shadower once.

You decided to give up. You grab a couple small items and go up to the store clerk to check out. It's the least you could do after being a terror in their store for the past few hours.

It's only after you are well on your way out the door do you feel something. Your bag got slightly heavier. You stop to dig around in it and notice a pack of pencils you didn't steal and definitely didn't buy.

As you look it over you notice it has a little note drawn on the package: "that was fun. quit trying to steal things. see you around."

• Inspiration Point •

Cash

Anyone with a working brain would know not to mess with the skeleton brothers. Most of all you would never want to gamble against the taller one.

You never took their advice. Cash was fine entertainment from afar, but at the table was where the real fun started.

You didn't do it often, but every once in a while you'd find your way to Grillby's Bar & Grill after hours. There was where you'd find the good loot.

With your pockets full and inventory fuller, you found a seat at the round table where the fire elemental was dealing the first round of poker.

You got your wares appraised earlier, so your starting chips were already piled high before you.

The real joy of the table was watching people lose. They almost always came with an air of unearned confidence that made the fall that much sweeter to watch.

They always lost and were always sore losers.

That night, there were only a few real players. Cash was there, like most nights. Dogaressa and Dogamy were there, though Dogamy was only good for moral support. A few of the bar's regulars were at the table as well. The rest of the seats were filled by desperate newbies.

As soon as the table was full, the game started. It continued as you expected. Most of the newbies were overconfident and lost all their G near immediately. Dogamy backed out. The regulars all slowly backed out after losing what little money they offered in the first place.

What was surprising was how long you made it. The only people left at the table were you, Cash, and Dogaressa. You weren't playing for money and you certainly weren't playing to win.

You just wanted some easy entertainment to watch some full adult Monsters throw a few tantrums. It's not like the money you brought to the table came from a personal fund.

It didn't take long before the sore losers all left, so your interest was waning.

It wasn't until you noticed Cash do a weird little hand motion that you recognized quite well. He was pocketing cards. If he's not above cheating why should you be?

In the end, Cash won the lot. You didn't expect to win, nor did you care to cheat enough so that you would've. If anything, that would've been suspicious.

You knew that Cash realized your play and that made the night all the more interesting. Once he knew you were cheating, it became a joint effort to do as much as possible without being fought by Grillby or Dogaressa and miraculously you both pulled it off.

Or, you both pulled it off long enough to get out the door snickering to each other, G in hand.

#how do we feel about the narrative style? #some prompts are just so much harder to try and do in the list of headcanons style that i decided to branch out. #i realize now that the “mouse” part of the ask was a bit neglected…. #i’m not fixing it sorry babes #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale x reader #•centipede writes• #undertale #undertale scenarios #undertale imagines #x reader #reader insert #ut!sans #ut!papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #us!sans #us!papyrus #sf!papyrus

[trytofic]

Here is some Killer/Cross.

I've been meaning to post this for forever. I asked @unknownarmageddon a long time ago if they wanted more fics, and what would they prefer. Annnnd this is what I've come up with, some Killer/Cross and I thought this was a good combo of sad and cute <3 Enjoy~

Wind rushing past his face, the fluff of his hood is soaked from the waterfall he “fell” into. His stupid teammate, friend, lover, whatever they were, decided to play around when they were on a mission, which shouldn't be as surprising as it was anymore. Killer had been acting strange all day and it all led to Killer deciding that “they should play a game”. He said it was a simple game of tag, but nothing was ever simple when it came to Killer.

If Cross could catch him the game would end, but if Killer tagged Cross, they would go to another AU of Killers choosing and the roud would go until Cross or Killer tagged one another. They had been running around a Fell AU and when Killer and gently tapped a finger to the tops of his skull, he could see his next request would be a big one. He asked for Cross to bring him to his home AU and he hesitated. He didnt want to bring him anywhere near that hellhole anymore, but with Killers sharp tounge and quick talking skills, it made him irrational. He never did have the best impulse control.

So when the portal opened, he ended up in a echo flower field in Waterfall. The next thing he knew was being shoved into the nearest waterfall, but when he went to look for Killer, there was no “playful banter” to follow. Instead Killer had vanished. He searched the whole area, no sign f him or any of the residents of the world. It was so quiet, he can only imagine how Killer had felt when he was stuck here. 

Eventually he made his way to Snowdin, an empty skeleton brother home, door wide open yet no turned on lights or footprints to be seen. As he made it into the town, instead of silence and darkness, he saw Grilby’s with the lights all on and music so loud he could hear it from several buildings away. It was some kind of swing or jazz music. He didnt know for sure, as he had never been musically inclined. He sighed as he opened the door, a strong warmth hits hom and takes the edge off the harsh chill that set in his bones. 

At the bar he saw Killer sitting at a stool with one empty bottle at his right and he was nursing a tumbler with a copper liquid in it. His bones were fish with magic and his grip on the glass was strong. He was already past his limit. As he took his first step inside and the door closed loudly. 

“Killer…”

“Heya Criss Cross!”

“Why are we here Killer?” He said walking to the bar. 

“Today…” He took a large drink from his glass. “Today is the day I said yes to Chara.”

Cross stood dumbfounded. Killer wasnt one to dwell on the past if he could help it and he really hated talking about what happened in his timeline. Cross started at Killer twirl the ice in his glass with the tip of his finger. He could see the thick tar dripping from his chin to the bar counter and even with the loud music playing he could hear the steady PLOP that the tar made as it fell. Cross was never great with helping with emotional problems, he could barely stay stable with his own. Yet Killer… Killer was different. Someone who he wanted to help, no matter what. So he grabbed a stood and sat right next to him. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It aint a nice story.” Cross showed him a gentle smile.

“Most of our stories arent.” He placed his left hand over Killers right and all he could think to do was gently rub the knuckles. It made Killer huff.

“I thought it was the right choice at the time.”

“At the time its all you could do.”

“That monster thought it was the coolest to have my abilities… but in the end I won. I got my body and I got their powers for a little while. Course I got all their baggage and torment, a fucked up soul that taunts everyone by being visible. Almost fees like it wasn’t worth it.”

“But…” Cross got Killer to glance his way. “You got us in the end, so you already feel much more love than LOVE than Charac did.”

Killer set down his glass and smacked the counter, letting out loud barking laughter. The tar falling from his eyes slowed and the tar seemed to thin as there were tears falling from his eyes. Between laughter there were sobs. But he took a deep breath and squeezed his sockets tight. When he opened them again, Cross saw the small white eye light looking his way.

“Oh boy, Crossy. That was corny.”

“You know you love it.” He chuckled as Killer put his glass to his teeth again, yet now there was no air of sadness, in fact is was happy. So to keep that mood going Cross asked for Killer to tell him stories. Funny stories from his world, about his brother, about anything at all. Killer happily obliged. One drink, slowly turned to two, then to six and Killer giggled as he sloppily sang to the music playing and when Cross decided it was time to go home Killer hoisted himself up as if he hadn’t drank a drop. Cross opened a portal and once inside the familiar walls of the castle he noticed the stagger in Killer’s steps. 

“Heya Criss Cross, take me to my room.”

“You can walk on your own. Ive seen it.”

“But I’m having a bad day.” He leaned into Cross’s side as he let out some soft laughter.

“You’ll live Mr. Giggles.”

“But woe is me!” Killer dramatically thrusted his arms into the air and began to fall. But ever the gentleman Cross was, he caught him in his arms.

“Woe is not you! Get up and get to bed!” he laughed the whole time he could see Killer getting comfortable in his arms. He could barely keep his eyes open and with some failed attempts at flirting towards Cross, he finally fell silent. Crss could only laugh as he gave in to Killers' demand. He tightened his grip and leaned Killer's head against his chest, Killer holding tight to his jacket. 

“We will go to my room tonight.” With a gentle clank to the top of Killers skull he felt Killer nuzzle into his chest more. He mumbled a bit yet Cross heard something very clearly. 

“Mmm I love you.” Killers sleep filled voice made Cross stop walking and his grip on him tightened. 

Love.

It was a word that he hadnt said with anyone since their relationship started. He could eel his soul pund in his ribs  and heat rise to his face. Love was a word Killer threw around all the time, but as Cross heard his gentle breathing, the word felt different. Did he love Killer?

He slowly got his feet moving and he found his way to his room. The door was open and there stood Dust, Horror, and Nightmare. All he could do was give them a tired smile. Horror took Killer from his arms and Dut pulled Cross towards his bed. He barely got to kick off his boots and jacket before he was lying with Dust on his chest, Horror to his left with Killer in his arms, and Nightmare to his right, his tentacles gently wrapping his way around them all. He could feel a gentle movement coming from Dust's scar, telling him Gwah was there with them. His family. His loves.

#killercross #killer!sans #xtale sans #kross ship #criller #background bad sans poly #gwahverse #undertale fanfiction

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

6: Whaaat? Nooo! Things are Definitely NOT Getting Suspicious!

A/N: So, Sans is a skeleton monster. Yes, he doesn’t have “muscles or skin”, but he’s still a monster. So it’s less that he’s a skeleton, and more so that he’s a monster that looks like a skeleton. That being said, every time I want to write “he raised an eyebrow,” or “his muscles twitched,” I REALLY don’t want to have to clarify “not actual muscles because he’s a skeleton, but he’s still a monster so the same logic still applies to him” EVERY TIME 😭 So please hold those comments and let me make my life a little easier 😭 thank you and Gesundheit!!

Anyway, thank you for reading, and please enjoy this chapter!

♪───✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

THIS SHIT IS HARD!!!

Tears pool in your eyes, agony reflects in pools of [e/c] and frustration colors your expression.

“TORIELLL!!”

“Yes, my child?”

“THIS SHIT HARD!!”

She smiles in amusement, holding in a chuckle, “It’s not so bad. It’s your second attempt and it already looks like a Froggit…. If… If you squint…”

You sigh with a defeated smile, “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just… One of my toxic traits is thinking I can do anything without any prior practice or skill.”

“That must be difficult to cope with.”

“Oh, dude. Like you wouldn’t believe.”

So, crocheting isn’t going as well as you’d hoped. You would think that your desire to become a Surgeon would mean that your hands are pretty steady. They’re… steady enough, you suppose. It could just be a major case of Skill Issue™ that is holding you back. Your spirits are beginning to be affected by this, though.

This is the third time Toriel has tried introducing you to a new hobby just for you to fail miserably. Six days ago, you two were trying out knitting. Then three days ago, you two tried clay sculpting. And today? It’s crocheting.

You’re not actually complaining though, you’re having a lot of fun despite your failed attempts! More accurately, you’re having fun hanging out with the goat mom so it doesn’t matter if you were bad at this stuff. You understand that the reason why she’s doing this is because she wants you to have fun and not be bored having to stay inside all the time. You really appreciate the effort she’s putting in, so the most you can do is try to give each of these activities a genuine shot.

You shake your head to get back in the game, “Okay, okay. Let me try again, I think I can do it right this time.”

────

You flip to the next page of a random history book you’ve been reading. “Trapped behind the barrier and fearful of further human attacks, we retreated. Far, far into the earth we walked, until we reached the cavern's end. This was our new home, which we named… “Home.” As great as our king is, he is pretty lousy at names.”

“Oh shit, it’s this book!” You perk up with a smile, “I’ve been looking for this damn book. It only took me two and a half weeks of being here and going through the whole shelf. Why is it all the way down here?”

With Toriel out of the house yet again, you decided to take up reading once more. Toriel leaves the house for a few hours every day, she always goes to the very beginning of the Ruins (where you fell in) to check if another human has fallen down. You wonder if one of these days Toriel will come home with that child. Would Frisk be thrown off by your presence? Or will they, for some reason, find you as a threat and try to Reset in the hopes of getting rid of you?

Nah, Frisk isn’t that type of person. They have jerk dialogue options in the Pacifist route, but you never consider them to be true to Frisk. The possibility still makes you nervous.

The history book isn’t very long, and before long you reached the last page. You’re about to put it back but decide to move it to the middle of the shelf instead. You can’t explain it, but it feels better in that spot instead.

Hm…

You put your hands on your hips. Well, you guess you can try painting before Toriel gets back for lunch.

────

It’s been three and a half weeks, and Toriel is running out of options for you. She’s considering getting you a job in the small city in the Ruins so you have something to do. In your boredom, you’ve read most of the books in her home, you cook for her now all of the time, and you clean all the time, too. You only seem to like doing the other hobbies if Toriel is there to do it with you.

She knows, though, that you really need to get out of the house. You’re young, energetic, and adventurous; despite your resolve to understand that if you’re not careful, you could be killed, she knows that you can’t stay inside all the time.

So, she goes to a friend for help.

“Actually, before I must go,” Toriel says a little hesitantly, “There is something I’d like to ask of you. I-I’d like a favor.”

Sans’ smile becomes a little strained, though he supposes it doesn’t matter if he keeps up that facade since there isn’t anyone around. But it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile. And yeah, he’s a skeleton and thus does not have any muscles, but he’s still a monster, so there’s a possibility for anything.

“a favor? well, i can’t say i’m all powerful and knowing, but if you tell me what it is, i might be able to help out,” The comic replies.

“You’ve mentioned going to the Waterfalls and Hotlands a few times, correct? Do you perhaps know a handful of people?”

“uh, i guess i do. why?”

“Would you happen to know any ghost monsters? Particularly, a sad-looking ghost who pretends to sleep a lot. He was here a few weeks ago, but has not returned,” Toriel thinks back to you expressing wanting to be friends with that ghost, “There is no way for me to reach out to him, so I was wondering if it would be at all possible for you to find him somehow, and send him my way.”

…

…

HUH?

Toriel is talking about Napstablook, Sans knows him the same way he knows almost everyone in the Underground (after so many Resets, he took it upon himself to know the different people, especially those who have a connection with Frisk). He lives in Waterfall, alone and generally keeps to himself. He sometimes goes to the Ruins just to hang out by himself as well.

Why… Why does Toriel want to know about him all of a sudden?

“uh, i think i know who you’re talking about. did he do something wrong?”

“Oh, heavens no! There’s just… something I’m curious about, that’s all. I see him often, but I never go out of my way to say hello.”

“oh… kay?” This is so weird, “yeah, i can find him and let him know you’re looking for him.”

Toriel smiles in relief, “Thank you so much, friend. I should really get going now. Until next time.”

“yeah, ‘till next time.”

Sans hears Toriel walk away in a hurry, scratching his skull in confusion as he also begins his walk to Snowdin. What the fuck was that? Even before the kid came and ruined everything, Toriel had not once expressed being curious about other monsters. She’s under the assumption that monsters still fight humans out of malice, and not because they just feel like they have to at this point.

Why is this suddenly different? It can’t really be because this is the natural development Toriel goes through, right? Nothing in Sans’ past experience hints at this kind of development in Toriel, or that it could be capable on her own-

…

‘it can’t be possible on her own.’

Sans stops walking.

No… Could it really be…?

Frisk is back in the Underground, and is staying in the Ruins?

────

The sussy skeleton knocks his knuckles against a door (albeit he had to knock harder than anyone usually has since he’s wearing pink gloves at the moment), huffing slightly while waiting for an answer. He’s tapping his foot impatiently on the ground, looking around aimlessly at nothing in particular. To Napstablook’s credit, he doesn’t make the other wait for too long. Instead of opening the door, the ghost just phases through it.

Napstablook is looking at the other in confusion, which is completely understandable.

“oh… hi, sans…”

“hey, buddy. how are ya?”

Napstablook’s headphones slowly fade away into nothingness. Wow, impressive skill. Sans has no idea how he did that.

“i’m doing alright, i guess… i was just working on a new remix…” Napstablook avoids eye contact, “um, sans…”

“yeah?”

“not that i don’t mind that you’re here, but… you never come here and we never really talk… did you need something…?”

Sans sighs a short laugh, “heh. you’re straightforward, huh? yeah, there is something i need to tell you.”

“oh. wh-what is it?”

“you were in the ruins a few weeks ago, right?”

“how-how did you know…?”

Sans shrugs, “heard it from that monster lady who takes care of the ruins. she was wondering why you stopped showing up, and wants to see you as soon as it’s convenient for you.”

“oh…” Napstablook doesn’t have eyebrows, but his big ‘ol eyes are expressive enough to show some confusion, “that lady…? i thought she didn’t want me there anymore because of that human…”

Shit, so Frisk is in the Ruins! Sans forces himself to stay calm. Sans raises a brow and leans forward a bit.

“a human, huh? now, that’s somethin’. you remember how they look like?”

At this, the ghost smiles softly and meekly, “yeah… i didn’t get a good look ‘caues i was laying down, but she was wearing a striped brown dress, and had kind, [e/c] eyes. must be a kid that the lady is looking after…”

…So it’s not Frisk. As far as Sans is aware, Frisk has always been androgynous, and he knows the ghost monster isn’t an asshole to misgender them purposely. (Ignore that Sans at that moment forgot Napstablook wouldn’t have any memory of Frisk.) Not only that but a striped, brown dress? Unless Frisk decided to get a new look, then Napstablook was describing someone else.

“really now? you don’t think this could be an evil human, do you?”

“oh, no way… she was really nice to me and had a lot of faith in my fake sleep… no one has ever given me that much encouragement in my fake sleep before.”

…That’s nice, Blooky.

“if only i could remember her name… the big monster lady said it once…”

Sans widens his eye sockets slightly, “come on now, bud. i know you can remember it.”

Napstablook squeezes his eyes, “mmnn… it was… it was… s… sa… mm… de… ehhh…”

The skeleton tenses up, his fists being held in front of himself like a child overfilled with anticipation.

“i think it was… uh…”

“…?”

“...i got nothing. sorry…”

Sans sighs heavily in disappointment, “it’s fine, buddy. it was a long shot, anyway.”

“well, i can tell you when i find out… if you want…”

“hey, not a bad idea,” Sans holds his gloved hand to his chin in thought, “try to be discrete though, yeah? we don’t wanna scare the human thinking that a lot of monsters are after her.”

“…actually, why do you wanna know about the human?” Napstablook shrinks back slightly, “you don’t wanna take her soul, do you…?”

Hey! Sans may not like humans (and Frisk certainly didn’t help with that), but he’s not a heartless monster (hah). Granted, if this new human that’s with Toriel is a jerk, and Toriel doesn’t make him also promise to keep her safe, then he might do something drastic and violent. He knows that it’s rash and rather harsh, but can the blame really be on him after all he’s had to endure?

“nah, i’m not interested in capturing any human,” Sans said, you know, like a liar, “you can’t blame a skeleton for being worried though, right? it’s been so long since the last human was down here, ya know?”

“yeah, i guess that’s true…” Napstablook resummons his headphones with, presumably, magic, “i should get going then… i’ll see you later, sans…”

“see ya later, bud.”

Napstablook at least has the manners to not pass through Sans, and instead takes the time to float around him to make his way to the Ruins.

Sans watches him leave for a moment before taking a shortcut home. More specifically, he takes a shortcut to his bedroom. He sighs in relief, ditching his pink slippers by the door to drag his feet to his bed.

On the way, he nabs a notebook from his self-sustaining tornado made of trash. By his command, the bunched up, weird, creasy ball of his covers unravels itself to lay out on his worn mattress.

With a sigh, the skeleton flops down face first on his bed.

Clink.

Ouch.

Sans lifts his head with a wince, not appreciating the sans-ation of his forgotten pen falling out of his eye socket. Huh. He’s been looking for this pen, guess it’s been lost in his covers all this time. He takes it and rolls over to his back, opening up his notebook and flipping through the pages until he reaches a blank one. The monster clicks his pen and scribbles on the top corner until the ink starts to flow out of the ball point.

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thursday, january 17th, 20XX

RESET #43: Post-Flowey (207 days since the last reset)

there’s a new human in the underground. napstablook was describing a girl, presumably a child. what’s with all the children falling to the underground? anyway, he swears up and down that she’s not evil or harmful, but i doubt it. how long as she been in the ruins? why did toriel hide this information from me?

it might have to do with the fact we’ve been drifting apart lately. about two months ago i noticed she’s been more reclusive and less willing to talk for long. i think she can pick up that i haven’t been putting in my all lately. i can’t bring myself to really care that much anymore, which is probably why she doesn’t enjoy talking to me anymore. i don’t blame her.

it’s been worse recently though. about a month ago, she’s been really different. she’s a lot more energetic, but i can tell when she talks to me that she would rather be somewhere else. maybe that’s when the human girl showed up. she has to be a pro at manipulating if toriel is enjoying this human’s company.

or maybe all these resets are getting to me, and the human isn’t that bad after all.

only time will tell.

…

luckily (or maybe not) napstablook is going to the ruins and will check out the human. hopefully he remembers to ask for the girl’s name, and tell me anything else that can be relevant. maybe the human has something to do with toriel asking for him. i can’t think of another reason why.

it makes me wonder… if frisk never had shown up at all, would this be the natural order of what was to happen? that another human would eventually fall in anyway?

whatever. i’ll learn more once napstablook comes back from the ruins.

i hope he comes back from the ruins…

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Whelp, that’s enough thinking for today. Sans has no idea when that ghost will come back, so he might as well take a nap. It’s been a long 40 minutes, he’s earned it.

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#fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #don't forget fanfiction #sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #sans #toriel #napstablook

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☆ Horror Destiel fic rec group Sometimes you remember just how scary SPN used to be during the early seasons and you just want a feel of that chill running down your spine. Here’s a few Destiel fics that will have that effect on you.

--All fic links go to our tagged reviews--

A Different Kind of Monster by roadtonowhere (lastoryx) & xfancyfranzi [Explicit, 89k words]

Something in Bodie, California is luring truckers to their deaths and Dean’s on his way to take it out. It’s the first time Bobby’s given him a case and, with Sam at Stanford and his dad off chasing demons, he’s finally hunting monsters on his own. When an accidental encounter puts an as-of-yet-unknown monster in the passenger seat of his car, Dean decides to ice him, taking his dad’s old adage to heart: a monster is always a monster. Unfortunately, Dean can’t seem to figure out what kind of monster “Castiel” is and he certainly can’t shake him.

A Million Ways to Go by ChasingRabbits [Explicit, 91k words]

Castiel Novak is a preacher’s son living in a world of black and white. Pragmatic and dutiful, he doesn’t understand why anybody would want to make waves. Then the Winchesters move in down the street. Soon many of the skeletons in the Novak family’s closet are exposed, and as the family faces them, Castiel begins to understand that there are many ways to see the world and so many more ways to live than what he’s been told.

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos [Explicit, 53k words]

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There’s just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband’s identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome… and there will certainly be hell to pay.

et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]

There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out. When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.

Half Empty by sinnabonka [Mature, 37k words]

Raging storm, boundless cornfield surging, churning, like an angry ocean crashing its waves over steep shores. Dean comes to in the passenger seat of his car with no memory of what could have possibly brought him to the oddly named bar on the outskirts of the small town in the middle of nowhere. Investigating what first looks like a regular, run-of-the-mill missing people case and trying to bring back memories he’s lost, Dean ends up discovering truth he’d rather remain hidden. Welcome to Half Empty, where nothing is as it seems, and even shadows have secrets of their own.

Number 1 Crush by Duckyboos [Explicit, 103k words]

Dean, Benny, Charlie, Garth, and Cas are old college buddies. In their thirties now, they meet up once a year to shed their adult responsibilities for a week. This year it’s Garth’s turn to choose where they go and he’s still as obsessed with horror and weird shit as he was back in college. He ends up picking a supposedly deserted hotel in the friggin’ mountains. The place is creepy as hell and as night falls, two things become increasingly apparent. One: the place isn’t as deserted as they first thought, and two: Dean’s college stalker is back from the dead.

Revelation 13 by fullvoid [Explicit, 43k words]

It’s Dean’s day off, and he’d like to spend it how he always does—by kicking his feet up with a cold one and watching soap operas—not by discovering an enormous, creepy hole in his bathroom wall that definitely wasn’t there when he went to bed last night. But it’s no big deal. He can just patch it up and still devote plenty of time to Dr. Sexy afterward. There is only one problem. He can’t leave his apartment, and there’s a message on his front door written in…is that blood? And why is it signed by someone named “Cas”? Things can only get better from here, right?

The Angels of Freetown by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 50k words]

Freetown is the sort of place where hardly anything ever happens — a picturesque, close-knit town in the foothills of the Appalachians. Professor Castiel Novak loves his job at the local university’s history department, and he loves his husband, Chief of Police Dean Winchester. Then, one night in September, all the leaves around town drop and an eerie fog descends. Before long, people begin to disappear. When Dean becomes the latest resident of Freetown to vanish, Castiel and an unlikely band of allies set out to bring him back and free the town from the things that roam the fog.

The Lover’s Song by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 48k words]

Running an independent bookstore in one of the less glamorous California towns doesn’t make you rich, but Dean Winchester’s life is pretty much perfect anyway. He’s got amazing friends, a whip-smart brother and a husband he loves more than anything: novelist Castiel Novak. Then one night, driving home from work, Dean accidentally runs over a cat. The cat’s grieving owner curses Dean: his beloved will lose all memory of him, and Dean has only a year and a day to bring the memories back. Of course, there’s no such thing as a curse. Is there?

#destiel #halloween #group rec #horror

[come-down-that-tree]

Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (an aftermare story)

Chapter 12: मंद-मंद बरखा तेज हो जाई

The twins laughed and bantered all the way back to the tree. It felt like ages since last time they had fun like that together. That fact alone almost sobered him down from this joyful energy if not for his very conscious effort to keep any bad thoughts at bay for now. So he tackled his brother, made him roll right back at the start of the hill they were climbing.

He giggled at his shrieking brethren tumbling on the uneven ground, pieces of grass and earth flying everywhere. Will the former exercise his right to revenge as soon as possible? Yes. Did he regret his actions? Never.

Nightmare however decided to walk a little faster (just a notch) when Dream seemed to conclude barreling in his direction was the right thing to do in retaliation.

Help.

He only escaped after a noogie and some mean tickles. 

And soon, they started to head anew towards their very home and duty.

“What do you think Geno did of his day with us away?”, he inquired.

Dream took an instant to straighten the folds in his outfit before leaning against his side, making the duo walking a bit lopsided.

“I bet he slept the whole day away.”

Nightmare chuckled and nodded.

The rest of the path was filled with meaningless chatter and soon they arrived at their place, the last of today’s rays of sun warming their backs. Where they could see their guest lying in the grass. 

They stopped right next to him and Geno all but lazily stretched and angled himself better to look at them.

“‘sup?”

The twins shared a glance before absolutely losing it, full on snickering at the probably confused and still drowsy skeleton. It seemed their assumptions were on point. 

Nightmare was so caught up in his fit of uncontrolled happiness he didn’t notice the lopsided smile on the other’s face. After he finally somewhat calmed down, he listened to Dream inquiring of the monster's whereabouts.

He instantly sobered down at hearing he had been visited earlier for some reason.

He kept quiet as Geno commented on a potential tempest tonight and only found back his voice when a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Ah, it's already starting to rain…"

Ah, rain! Obviously, it was raining! The guardian had absolutely no reason to cry after all. 

Nightmare sighed as a quiet drizzle started to fall on the three.

"And we just finished drying…"

His complaint seemed to fall into deaf ears as his twin decided to just enjoy the weather by twirling and doing cartwheels in the grass.

Geno was for some reason encouraging the endeavor, now propped on his elbows but still very much not up.

Was there something in the water making people lose their last marbles or something?

Nightmare took a few steps back to watch the scene and discreetly change to his pants again. The skirt flopped on the ground and he carefully folded it. It went directly back into Dream’s basket and he slided down the trunk until he was sitting on the dirt. The dirt was soft under his fingers.

Then, the guardian put his head against his knees and sighed softly. Joyful noises were all around him and it was… nice…

He listened to the leaves brushing together under the wind over his head, to the few brave birds chirping up there and to the other two being dumb and dumber.

Yes, it was very nice.

He could get used to that.

He sneaked a glance at the other two and grinned at their antics. The sky was starting to get very cloudy as luminosity declined and the still gentle rain was starting to really make itself known.

Nightmare liked the noise of rain, he didn’t fear rainy nights. Those were nights where they relied on the tree to protect them. It was nice to have the roles switched once in a while. He could fall asleep against the roots and think of his mother embracing them. The leaves were thick enough to stop a good part of the potentially pouring water and while, waking up soaked did happen, it was not that bad. They never got sick that way so far, he theorized their status as energy beings made them sturdier to that kind of stuff too.

Listening to the drizzle almost lulled him to sleep. 

Until a rumbling tore through the sky.

He startled awake.

Ah.

Right.

The tempest.

He forgot about that. 

A loud screech made him turn his head back to the others only to see a slightly panicked skeleton cross his eyes. Why was Geno looking so distressed now? 

He had his eye wide and shiny and his movements jerky as he looked around, as if searching for something. Worrying about whatever it was. He was going to ask what was this fuss about but the other beat him to that.

“What was that?”

Nightmare watched Geno pointing up to the immensity of the darkened sky, still agitated but calming down by the minute.

“...thunder?”, the guardian answered cautiously.

“Oh.”

The skeleton fiddled with his scarf looking pensive.

“What did you think it was?”

“A landslide.”

What?

“Why would you think that?”

Dream was making various confused noises in the background, he did not seem to want to properly join the conversation however. Conversation he would gladly quit as well if possible.

“It happens sometimes at home, it’s dangerous.”

And he left it at that, no more explanations. He couldn’t do this to him. Did he live on a mountain or something? But he said once he didn’t see the sky much wherever he lived before. And he would recognize thunder? Where did this guy come from? A cave!???

He mulled over this new mystery, promptly ignoring how Geno was still twitchling anxiously at each grumbling from above.

Dream tapped on his shoulder, getting his attention not a minute later. He leaned close to his head and mused something quietly to him.

“Shouldn’t we ask him to take shelter for the night?”

The hand touch disappeared before he could utter a single word and he watched his twin approach their guest. He watched him smile warmly and take his hands in his own hand before suggesting that he got down to the village for the night.

Something twisted inside Nightmare.

Geno was quick to decline the offer, boastering it wasn’t some background noise that would put him down for good. Each argument was taken down with strength and an absurd amount of confidence.

It seemed impossible to deter him.  

So he would stay right there. With them. Getting soaked to the bone. Did he even know what a tempest was? 

All he could do now was to hope that the tempest was going to be mild at worst.

Water started pouring down with a fierce energy, as if to prove him wrong, the very next instant.

Drat.

End of chapter 12

Go to chapter 13?

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Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

#come down that tree! #aftermare #chapter 12 #well not much happening here X) #each time I have Dream in a chapter he tries to take over the gremlin #that chapter fought me

[kuichihimei]

“Valentine's Day

We decided we would do the whole damn thing

But I played to an empty gym in Iowa State

I guess I owe you that too...”

0:41───•─────── 04:46

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Looking back, freshman year was one hell of a ride, considering the frequent monster attacks and killer robots that terrorize Norrisville High.

Sophomore year is no different.

Killer robots still attack the school like, every other week, compared to every other day, and while yes, Randy DID get rid of the Sorcerer for good, there's still the Sorceress running about wreaking havoc around Norrisville.

The Sorcereress, better known for her human disguise as Amanda Levay, still manages to blend in with the crowd, despite almost every student in Norrisville High knowing who she truly is and what she's done.

We don't know much about her just yet, but based on the monsters Randy had to fight these past few weeks, she primarily targets female victims.

There's also been a spike in the amount of stanked kids during the weeks leading to February 14, and when Feb 14 rolled around, multiple people were getting stanked left and right, which lasted all morning long.

The teachers had to cancel our morning classes and made us evacuate the school so the Ninja could fight the monsters properly and we wouldn't get hurt.

Then, during the afternoon, when it all quieted down, Randy was nowhere to be found.

I tried asking Howard, and he said something along the lines of how the Ninja found the Sorcereress' lair, it was underneath the school in the old abandoned gym, and that he might not be able to make it in time for Valentine's Day since he had to destroy the Sorcereress for good while she was still close by, and that he'll make it up to me next year, along with a bunch of apologies that were conveniently recorded inside a tape recorder so Howard didn't have to recite it all.

After receiving the news, I thanked Howard and walked myself to Mr. Bannister's class, hoping that I could bury my disappointment in schoolwork.

It didn't help that the seatwork he made us do was write an essay about someone/something we love and why we love them so much.

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching couples in our school being all lovey-dovey with each other. Heck, you could even say I got jealous of Mrs. Driscoll, atleast she had her husband's skeleton to accompany her on Valentine's Day.

By the time the last bell rang and school was over I was all alone... I couldn't even have a Galentine's with Heidi or Debbie! Heidi had a date and Debbie was busy hosting a couple's event for Valentine's Day for the NHGTTWDPC online edition.

It's safe to say I was quite disappointed... And I felt really pathetic too, since I had a boyfriend, but was celebrating Feb 14 all alone...

I felt like I was on the verge of getting stanked myself, maybe then I could spend time with Randy... Sighing, I sat down on the very same I spot that I sat on during New Year's Eve.

Of all the days the Ninja could've had a fully-booked schedule, it just had to be on Valentines Day... Not to mention this was also supposed to be our very FIRST Valentine's Day together as a couple...

Don't get me wrong, I find it a HUGE honor that I am dating the Ninja, and an even bigger honor that he trusts me enough to reveal his secret identity to me. I just feel a little dejected whenever he misses out on a major event that we should be experiencing together during the course of our budding relationship.

The time was 4:53 in the afternoon, everyone (atleast those who had a date), already left the school about half an hour ago. If Randy didn't show up within the next 15 minutes, I was going home.

5 Minutes Pass... No signs of Randy...

‘I'm sure he'll show up soon...’

10 Minutes Pass... Still no signs of Randy.

‘Maybe I should wait a little longer, he's probably wrapping up the fight right now.’

25 MINUTES PASS! AND THERE IS NOT A SINGLE SIGN OF RANDALL HONKING CUNNINGHAM OR THE NINJA ANYWHERE!!!

THE SUN IS ABOUT TO FRIGGIN' SET AND HE'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! THAT'S IT I AM GOING HOME! Standing up, I marched towards the nearest bus stop.

Fortunately for me, there was already a bus nearby so I immediately got a ride home.

When I got to my house, I locked myself in my room, bawled my eyes out and went to bed, even though it was only 6:03 in the afternoon. I just wanted Valentine's Day to end at this point, I'm just done with everything today.

Meanwhile somewhere else in Norrisville:

“What do you mean you're all out⁈” An exasperated Randy yells.

“Sorry kid, but I can't help you. All of my flowers have been sold out this morning, it's Valentine's Day after all...”

“It's fine sir, thanks anyways...” The younger boy turns, walking away, feeling defeated.

All of the sudden a young girl who looks about six approaches him.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nothing... Chocolates, flowers, not even a honkin' stuffed animal, it's all sold out...”

“Well, we can still steal some Tulips from the park if you're that desperate...”

“Aira, I won't steal Tulips from the park, and neither of our parents taught us to steal— Who taught you that?”

“Well, you want to make it up to Ate 'Reese right? And she also likes Tulips right?”

“But still— Oh who am I kidding, let's go.”

“Ha—”

“But stealing is still wrong, don't get used to it. You can't always steal the things that you want, ok?”

“Ok Kuya!”

Fast forward almost 5 hours later, the time was 10:13 at night and the ninja could be seen outside the Fowler household watching from a tree.

Everyone in the neighborhood was fast asleep, which meant Randy couldn't call Theresa from her front yard, since he might wake up the whole household if he did so, he couldn't call her from the backyard either since... That's where they kept their chicken coops...

He was pinned between two bad options:

Wait it out 'til tomorrow so he could give her the flowers, but miss Valentine's Day and face a disappointed Theresa, or try entering her room through the window as the Ninja, so he could give her the flowers and she could be happy and have a gift for Valentine's Day, but face the consequences of being seen as a creep since y'know, he's breaking into her room through the honkin' window!

‘Was this what the Nomicon meant about choosing between the greater good and the lesser evil?’

After some careful consideration, he chooses the latter of the two options, which was to break in. He didn't want to disappoint Theresa more than he already did today, this was his chance to try and make it up to her.

This was one of those go big or go home moments. One slip-up, and it might be over  for the both of them.

The plan was simple: try to enter the window that was facing the tree in her backyard, fiddle with the lock, place the flowers on her nightstand and leave, simple right?

‘What could possibly go wrong?’

Everything. Everything went wrong from the get-go. The moment he lost his footing on the ledge of her window and fell into one of her family's chicken coops, was the moment he knew, he was done for.

Theresa was woken up by a loud thud, she immediately went to open her window to see what was going on. She was quite shocked to see her boyfriend all suited-up and highkey panicking at all the chickens that were waking up and surrounding him.

“Randy! What the juice are you doing here⁈” Theresa whisper-yelled from the second floor.

“H-hey Theresa! Nothing, just passing by!” Randy replies, trying to play it cool, even though he was about to pass out from all the chickens that were surrounding him.

“It looks like you can't move, did you hurt yourself?”

“No, I didn't!”

“Wait— Are you afraid of the chickens?”

“Wh-what?”

“I said, are you afraid of the chickens? Because Aira told me you had a fear of them when I babysat her last week.”

“Well that little—”

“Hang in there, I'll come and get you!”

Theresa went downstairs and came into the backyard, she threw some corn kernels to divert the chickens away from her boyfriend, who was shaking like a pair of maracas.

“Thanks for saving me 'Reese, I owe you big time, again...”

“Why are you here Randall?” Theresa asked, helping him up.

“I uh— I wanted to—”

“Actually, save it for later, come inside, you must be exhausted. Don't worry, Howard told me everything.”

“Uh, won't your parents/brothers mind?”

“Well you can stay in my room, we just have to be sneaky about iiiiiiiiii—” Theresa's mind went blank for a second.‘Oh shoot— Guy, guy in my room. I AM LITERALY INVITING A GUY INTO MY ROOM!’

‘Girl, room, sneak— A GIRL WANTS TO SNEAK ME INTO HER ROOM?! IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING I—’

Cue internal screaming from the both of them.

After that predicament was quickly settled, Theresa led a now de-suited Randy upstairs to her room and gave him a bowl of instant noodles and a spork.

“Look, I know it ain't much, but I have a feeling you've most likely never ate anything since this morning. I didn't even see you during lunch.”

“Thanks for the noodles 'Reese, I really appreciate it.” Randy said, before slurping the noodles.

“Why did you come here this late? It's like, 10:54 at night!”

“Wait, hold on—” Swallowing the noodles, before answering. “I wanted to give you this.” As Randy presents a small bouquet of pink and yellow Tulips, handing it to Theresa.

“I know, it's not much either, you won't believe how we got that bouquet.” Taking another gulp of broth. “Aira suggested we should steal it at first and I was like— bla blah bla blah...” Randy continues to blabber on and on, while Theresa spaces out after receiving the gift.

‘He didn't forget about you. He even got you the same flowers he used to de-stank you back in freshman year, how sweet...’

“Theresa? You okay?”

“Yeah... I'm great. Thanks for the gift Randy...”

“Well I'm glad you like it 'Reese! Happy Valentine's Day!” Randy said with a smile on his face.

“Happy Valentine's Day too, Randy...” Theresa smiles back.

“Where's your kitchen by the way? So I can wash the bowl and spork in the sink.”

“No need for any of that, you can just leave it here!”

“Really? Here? It's kinda rude if I leave the bowl lying around. Are you sure? It's just one bowl, I can wash it.”

“It's ok, you can leave it here, and like you've said it's just one bowl...”

“Okay then... Well, I've gotta go now! It's getting late and we have school tomorrow.” Randy said, placing the bowl on the nightstand and heading towards the window.

“Wait— Before you go, did you manage catch the Sorceress?”

He comes to a halt. “No, I didn't catch her. She wasn't even in the old abandoned gym... I got baited...”

“Oh...”

“Yeah, I'm sorry Theresa, I missed Valentine's Day and didn't even catch the Sorceress...”

“It's ok Randy, I understand, but you didn't miss Valentine's Day! Atleast you still tried to make it, most guys just give up at this point!”

“But still, I feel really stupid for not choosing to spend time with you today. I'm really sorry for that, I'll make it up to you next year, I promise.” He was startled when Theresa hugged him all of the sudden.

“Like I said, it's OK. I understand.”

“I'm still very new to this whole boyfriend thing... I'm sorry if I'm doing anything wrong...” Hugging her back.

“It's ok, you're doing your best and that's enough... I'm pretty new to this girlfriend ordeal as well.”

They were hugging for like, 2 minutes until Theresa lets go.

“It's really late, you should get going.”

“Oh yeah, What time is it by the way?”

“11:23 p.m.”

“Yup, I am definitely gonna sleep through first period tomorrow, I've gotta go!”

“Ok Randy, take care!”

“See ya at school tomorrow 'Reese! Goodnight, I love you!” Bidding his girlfriend goodbye while jumping out of the window mid-transformation.

“I love you too Randy, Goodnight!”

What a nice evening... If only Randy knew the Sorceress was under his nose the whole time...

❈ Sidenote: Ate and Kuya are used by younger children to refer to someone who's older than them in the Philippines. ‘Ate’ is the term for older sister, while ‘Kuya’ is the term for older brother.

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[squeakyfir]

The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skeleton X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 2

Previous ~ Next

Jack, the skeleton, went through the gates. You went over the wall and silently followed after him. He seemed to be thinking deeply as he walked down the dirt path. There was a large tombstone that you could hide behind, so you ran over to it and crouched down behind it.

You peeked out from the side and saw that he stopped at a small grave. From where you were, it looked like a dog house. Jack, the skeleton, bent down a bit and pat his leg twice and continued to walk. You wondered why he did that but then a ghost came out of the ground. It was a small ghost with a head of a dog and the rest of it's body was like a cloth.

Jack then walked to a grave and rested his elbow on it and started to sing. It was a nice tune with a calming tone.

There are few who deny at what I do,

I am the best.

For my talents are renowned, far and wide.

When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night,

I excel without ever even trying.

Jack then jumped on top of two tombstones and made hand jesters to go along with his lyrics

With the slightest little effort of my ghost like charm,

I have seen grown men give out a shriek.

Jack jumped down from the tombstones and stood beside two big ones and seemed to be gloating about himself with the next lyrics he sang.

With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan,

I have swept the very bravest off their feet!

But just like that, his tone changed from sincere to depressing.

Yet, year after year,

It's the same routine

And I grow so weary of the sounds of screams

And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King,

Have grown so tired

Of the same old thing

You were still peeking behind the tombstone and saw Jack walking towards the spiral hill that was underneath the very large full moon while the ghost dog followed Jack.

Oh somewhere, deep inside these bones,

An emptiness, began to grow.

There's something out their far from my home.

A longing that,

I've never known.

Jacks tone changed from depressed to back to sincere and he seemed to be gloating about himself again. This time, he was explaining more about himself.

I'm the master of fright

And a demon of light

And I'll scare you right out of your pants.

You were still a bit far back so you carefully ran to different tombstones until you were close enough to see him better but his ghost dog almost saw you so you had to stop moving and sit still to keep watching Jack.

To a guy in Kentucky

I'm mister unlucky

And I'm known throughout England and France

Jack then did something a little cringy to look at. He took his skull right off his head and held it out in front of him like the way Shakespeare's play 'Hamlet' was depicted.

And since I am dead,

I can take off my head,

To recite Shakespearean quotations.

He put his skull back and continued to sing about himself like he was gloating.

No animal or man

Can scream like I can,

With the fury of my recitations

And once again, his tone changed from sincere to depressing.

But, who here, would ever understand,

That the Pumpkin King,

With a skeleton grin,

Would tire of his crown,

If they only understood,

He'd give it all up if he only could.

Jack then suddenly looked your way and you quickly ducked down just in time before he saw you. You took a very small peek and saw he was now walking dowm the spiral hill that unfolded down into a slope.

Oh there's an empty place inside of my bones,

That calls out for something unknown.

The fame and praise, come year after year,

Does nothing for these empty tears.

You saw that Jack was walking away from the cemetery and started hugging himself for his own comfort. You darted out from behind the tombstone to follow after him. You had to keep your distance so he wouldn't see you or hear you. The ghost dog was still following Jack and it somehow didn't pick up your scent.

You decided to take a moment and notice your surroundings more. It was like it was animated and changed drastically, like when you first encounterd the pumpkin door. You then felt something hit your head and you looked down to see a small rib bone. You picked it up and then heard a cute dog bark.

You looked up and saw that the ghost dog was coming towards you. You gasped and dropped the bone to hide behind a tree. You peeked out and saw that this ghost dog had a bright red nose, like Rudolph the red nose reindeer. It was so cute.

You tried to get a better look but a twig snapped and the ghost dog darted his head towards you and looked at you. Your eyes grew wide and you hoped it wouldn't give your position away, but it started barking and barking to alert Jack. You tried shushing it but it was too late. "Zero, what's wrong"?

You gasped and tried to run away but heard someone say, "OH! Hello there"! You turned around and saw Jack walking towards you with a smile on his face that turned into shock. "Why, your a human"!

You kept backing away in fear but Jack kept coming towards you. "No no no, it's alright, I won't hurt you". You stood there admiring this skeletons posture and liked what you saw. Most men from your town could care less about manners and etiquette. "Who are you"?

"(Y/n)".

"Well, (y/n), my name is Jack, Jack Skellington and this is my dog Zero". Zero, the ghost dog, flew towards you and flew around your head a couple times. "Me and Zero gladly welcome you but I must ask. How did you come here"?

"I went on a walk in the woods and found some trees with symbols on them. One of them was a pumpkin with a face carving and it led me here". Jack wasn't sure what you were talking about but it sure got him thinking. "Well, me and Zero gladly welcome your company"!

"Thank you. But do you know how I can get back to my home"?

"No, I'm sorry (y/n), I don't. But, if you'd like, you are more than happy to stay with me until we figure out how to get you home" Jack said joyfully.

"Oh no! I'd hate to intrude..."

"Oh nonsense! I insist! Come with us"! Jack then held out his arm like a gentleman. You smiled at him and took his offer. You both then started talking to get to know each other better, but there were other pressing matters to think about.

How are you going home?

What were those doors?

Can Jack really be trusted?

Who knows? But right now, all you can do is follow Jack and see what happens.

#will add more tags later

[quietly-by-myself]

An Earthly Cosmological Redshift - Chapter 7 - Fragile Beauty

Masterlist

Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta reading and helping me work this!

CW: vampire caretaker, human whumpee, cancer, terminal illness, broken bones, suicidal ideation, emeto, human being turned into a vampire, discussion of death and killing, discussion of humanity

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Being a mafioso, Fearon had seen countless horrors, countless atrocities. He really thought he should’ve been desensitized to suffering, to death. However, as he looked at the skeleton on his bed, the love of his life, withered away into a shell of lumps and skin, he found it one of the most disturbing sights he’d ever seen.

Jules was dying. There wasn’t any other way to say it. Jules’ days were numbered and there wasn’t much time left.

Fearon wanted to relieve his love’s pain. As a vampire, his body would heal from the cancer over time. He knew Jules was scared, but after over two hundred years of life as a vampire, Fearon had trouble understanding Jules’ fear.

The insistence of eating again was, of course, an excuse. Yet, Fearon couldn't figure out what in the world his love was hiding with that excuse. Fearon could smell the death on Jules. He knew that Jules had maybe a week or two at the most. 

When Jules awoke and Fearon made an attempt to feed him, only for Jules to throw half of it up, Fearon finally thought to ask the question.

“I know eating is an excuse, Jules.”

Jules froze. Anxiety filled his eyes full of pain. “What do you mean?” Jules’ voice was shaky, afraid. Fearon knew that the fear was from the cancer in his brain - the confusion and delirium that always accompanied the end of a human.

“There’s another reason you don’t want me to turn you.” 

For a moment, Fearon considered whether or not he was doing the right thing by pushing Jules for an answer. He was as afraid as Jules was - he didn’t want his love to die before he could do anything.

Jules laughed a little. “Are you really so oblivious, Fearon?”

Fearon sat up a little straighter, rubbing his hands a little. “I guess that I am.”

“I’m scared of losing my humanity.” Jules smiled shakily, tears filling his eyes. “It feels like my humanity is all that I’ve ever had. You reminded me I was human because you fed from me. Our sex was good and connected me to my own humanity, even if you were a vampire. If I’m not human, then what am I?”

Jules broke down into sobs, his smile fading. “I’m too young to die.”

Fearon stayed quiet, trying to feel out if Jules was going to say anything else. When it was clear that it wasn’t a rhetorical question, that Jules genuinely wanted an answer, Fearon decided to speak.

“I thought the same thing, when Galileo turned me. I wasn’t - it wasn’t something that happened willingly. I was younger than you, Jules. I was twenty-four.” Fearon swallowed. “I wasn’t a good kid, either. The whole reason that Galileo was able to turn me - well, it isn’t much different than yours. My parents kicked me out when they found out that I was a homosexual - I was fifteen.”

Jules’ face rippled with surprise. “I thought you would’ve been killed.”

“I don’t know why I wasn’t. I should’ve been, by all means. Nobody ever knew except them and a boy I was dating at the time. But, it didn’t take me long to die. Nine years.” Fearon looked away from Jules, unable to meet his gaze. “When Galileo turned me, well, I abandoned my humanity. I became ruthless. I did a lot of things that I don’t regret. I’ve hurt a lot of people - humans and vampires. I was a monster.”

Fearon shook his head. “The answer to your question I guess, well, is that undead life is what you make it, just like human life. Humans can be ruthless and awful just like vampires. If you aren’t human, you’re still Jules. You don’t have to abandon yourself just because you’ve become undead. There will be a lot to learn and you might not like all the changes, but you’ll be without pain. I think… you’ll be happier.”

Jules seemed to consider what Fearon said for a while. He kept quiet, even as Fearon turned to look at him. Fearon began to worry that he’d scared Jules, that he’d convinced Jules to die a human. After all, it wouldn’t take much.

“I’m sorry if I said too much.”

Jules shook his head. “Thank you, Fearon. I’ll think about it.”

—

The rest of the night passed peacefully, or as peacefully as it could. However, the next night, early enough that the sun poked out, Fearon awoke to a scream.

Jules had rolled over onto his broken arm. However, his head was also tilted to the side in an awkward position. 

“My neck! My neck!”

Fearon immediately sat up and ran around the side of the bed to meet at Jules’ side. He gently moved Jules onto his bed, which earned another scream.

“I heard it snap! I think I broke my neck.”

Jules broke down into incoherent sobs. 

Panic filled Fearon’s chest. He felt his body go cold, then hot, then cold again. “Can you feel your body?”

“Yes! It hurts, Fearon. It hurts.”

Fearon tried to calm his nerves. He needed to be there for Jules. Jules needed him.

Fearon went to Jules' neck and put a gentle hand on it. Jules screamed in pain again. The flesh was warm and lumpy under his touch.

“Is this cancer going to take me one bone at a time? I fucking hate cancer. I want to die.”

Fearon went cold, as though he were frozen in time. What was he supposed to say to someone who just broke his neck? There was nothing more he could do other than kill Jules - whether to turn him or to put him out of his misery.

Human life was so fragile - their minds so frail and afraid. Fearon couldn’t exactly blame them, either. Nothing hunted vampires like vampires hunted humans.

“I know.” Fearon looked at Jules. “I can’t take away your pain any other way than killing you. Either I kill you to turn you or I kill you so you don’t have to suffer.”

The thought of killing Jules made Fearon sick. The thought of never seeing him again - the thought of being the cause of his demise. He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to see Jules suffer through the end of his life when there was nothing that could save him.

Jules’ eyes went hollow, empty. “I- you would do that?”

Fearon felt tears well in his eyes. “I would. I love you, Jules. I love you more than life itself. If you want to die and not become a vampire, I can make it painless. But I’d miss you for the rest of my days.”

Jules went quiet, unable to even look at Fearon. 

“I’ll do it,” Jules whispered.

“Do what?” Fearon asked, measured, trying to seem neutral but failing entirely.

“I’ll become a vampire.” Jules looked like he hardly believed his own words. “Just make it quick.”

“It’s going to hurt, because of your neck.”

“I know.” Jules seemed less and less sure with each word.

Fearon was starting to get nervous, starting to believe that Jules would really die without anything afterwards. “Are you sure?”

“Do it before I change my mind and die like this!” Jules begged.

Fearon scanned his face, looking for any insincerity. He found none.

Fearon nodded and approached Jules. With all the care he could manage, he tilted Jules’ neck. Jules cried out in pain, but that was just the beginning of it. Fearon sunk his fangs into Jules’ neck, the venom from his fangs spilling into Jules’ blood soon after. Jules broke down into sobs, but Fearon had to ignore them.

He drank and drank and drank. He focused on putting as much venom as he could into Jules.

Eventually, the crying stopped. Jules went limp on the bed. Fearon immediately panicked. Had he done something wrong? Had he really killed Jules? How long would it be until Jules awoke, if he’d done it correctly?

The worry drove him to things he would never normally do. He stroked Jules’ hair, waiting for his love to wake up. If he woke up. Would he wake up?

Tears formed in his eyes again. What if he really had killed Jules? He took Jules’ hand in his own, rubbed circles into Jules’ cold palm. A sob formed in his chest. 

Please wake up.

The answer came when Jules moved to stroke Jules’ face.

Those eyes of Jules’ opened, revealing a deep crimson color.

Jules looked hollow, confused. Suddenly, Fearon remembered that newly turned vampires needed blood quickly. He ran to his fridge and grabbed out a packet of blood - the sustenance he’d been living off of while Jules was ill - and broke it, placing it near Jules’ mouth. Jules drank with the hunger of someone who hadn’t eaten in days.

Fearon knew it would be days before Jules could speak, months before he would heal from the cancer. Until then, he would feed Jules. He would take care of Jules. He would make sure that Jules stayed alive.

“I’ll call you Jules. Jules Fallows.”

Something in Jules’ eyes flashed, but Jules gave few signs of life other than his blinking eyes.

It’s going to be okay. He’s alive.

He’s alive.

Well, Jules wasn’t quite alive, but at least it wasn’t the cancer that had killed him.

Fearon had killed him. In doing that, he’d also saved Jules.

Fearon had done the right thing. He’d saved Jules.

Right?

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