#but Paps encourages it to try its best

[sagesolsticewrites]

Breathe | Austin Butler x fem!reader

Request from @chouetteschaussettes: hi love ! i was wondering if i could request a fic in which austin and reader are at a premiere and the paparazzi are being a bit too forceful towards the reader, and before reader can say anything, austin gets really protective? thanks so much babes :) Word count: 675 Warnings: description of a panic attack, a couple swears, I think that's it? As always, let me know if there's anything I missed!

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting, darling! Hopefully I did it justice 💛 Please like/rb if you enjoyed!

Austin beamed as he led you towards the side exit of the theater, your fingers intertwined. 

You squeezed his hand as he looked back at you, eyes sparkling from the excitement of the night. It was the final premiere of “Elvis” and you couldn’t be prouder that your boyfriend was finally being recognized for the talent he had always had. 

The door swung open and you held your hand up as flashes filled your vision. A swarm of paparazzi was waiting outside, almost blocking your path to the car. They called out as Austin tried to lead you through the crowd.

“Austin! Y/N! Over here!”

“Y/N! What was it like to be away from your boyfriend for 2 years?”

“Were you worried at all?”

It may have seemed like they were asking about the distance, but you knew it was more than that: they were asking if you were worried about Austin being unfaithful. You weren’t, obviously, but… 

You lost your train of thought as more flashes blinded you. Disoriented, you gripped Austin’s hand even tighter as he tried to get the two of you to the car. Austin gave you a worried glance as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and stepped in front of you, trying his best to block the camera flashes.

Your breathing sped up, anxiety building as the yelling of paparazzi blended into a cacophony of noise and you shut your eyes tight as it all became too much for you. Austin, who had been whispering comfort into your ear while politely trying to shoo off the swarm of paps, noticed your change in demeanor. You sensed something in him snap as he turned.

“HEY!” he yelled, keeping one arm wrapped protectively around you, tucking you in to his chest, “Can you all please give us some damn space?” 

He ushered you into the car, sliding in after you and slamming the door as you bent over, tucking your head between your legs to try to calm your breathing. The car peeled off and his scowl faded, eyes softening as he absorbed the state you were in. He took your hands in his, squeezing gently as he tried to ground you. 

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he said softly, “you’re alright. I’ve got you, I’m right here.” You nodded as his voice worked its way through the anxiety and panic clouding your mind and your breathing began to slow. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his thumbs working slow circles on the back of your hands “Just breathe, baby, you’re okay.”

“There she is,” he smiled as you finally sat up, tear tracks streaking down your face. He reached up and swiped away a lingering tear, “There’s my girl. Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m okay,” you whispered shakily, “I’m sorry, I just-- so much was happening, I don’t know why--”

He shushed you, “It’s okay, I know, you don’t need to apologize.” He leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You never have to apologize for something like this. They were way out of line.” he frowned, eyes darkening in anger as he recalled how the paparazzi’s words had affected you. 

It was your turn to squeeze his hand, to calm him down. “As much as I love you getting so protective over me,” you gave him a watery smile, “Can we please just… forget about it for tonight? This was a big night for you, and I wanna celebrate. I’m so, so proud of you, baby.”

“Of course, honey,” he said, lifting your hand to press a sweet kiss to the back of it, “Whatever you want.”

“And I know I’ve told you this already, but,” he said genuinely, “I can’t thank you enough for being with me through this. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You leaned against him, intertwining your fingers. “We’re a team, baby. I’ve got you and you’ve got me, you know that.”

“I know,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and squeezing your hand, “I know.”

The two of you spent the rest of that night at your apartment cuddling on the couch, watching your favorite rom-coms and sharing bites of ice cream. And if Twitter blew up with the headline “Elvis Star Loses It With Paparazzi At Premiere”? Well, neither of you were paying much attention to your phones for the next few hours, anyway.

#austin butler #elvis (2022) #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis biopic #elvis baz luhrmann #austin butler fanfiction #my writing

[caycanteven]

Lexverse - Current Skele Head Canons! (Sans Versions)

Since the skele-boy’s are comin’ along on their own, I decided to take some time to describe my head canons of them and their relationship to Lex–to satiate the curiosity as well as remind me of personalities when there are so many bone boys as it is ;3; I’ll also include some stuff they like to do as well.

Sans - Still a lazybones. He often doesn’t get out much and prefers to just stay home if he can help it. Lex and Sans share a common inability to remember things they have to do, so they help each other out. They sometimes go out and stargaze on the roof or watch a bunch of terrible movies on netflix. The two of them together often ends up with a lazy day every day, with occasional “fun” if they run out of movies.

Red (Fell!Sans) - Cocky and arrogant, but easily Lex’s best friend and lover. Not as lazy as his classic counterpart, but he would rather be in his room than around other people. He can’t keep his shoes tied for the life of him and likes how sweats feel over shorts (probably blames Lex for it). Easily pissed off and will argue with you just for shits and giggles. Red makes teasing remarks at Lex while she easily likes to push his buttons too (they will wrestle it out if necessary), but if she needed him, he’d be there in a soul-beat. Their favorite pastime is listening to music, preferably rock, and he owns a white electric guitar he calls “Ivy.”

Blue (Swap!Sans) - Lex and Blue act more like siblings, and she's quite protective over him. Though, while being his second biggest supporter, she is also the one who encourages his outlandish behaviors just to get under Stretch’s marrow. Blue is a great listener despite his slightly obnoxious tendencies. He likes working out and will do whatever he can to try and get Lex out of the house to do the same, but fails miserably more often than not.

Axe (Horror!Sans) - nobody gets her more flustered than the soft spoken, yet very deep toned skeleton,  Axe. He also suffers from short term memory, so two often write notes for each other to remind of important dates, events, or what’s for dinner. Axe is an excellent cook, though relatively humble about it for Paps and Butch’s sake. He focuses on baking in his free time, but when he’s not doing that, he’s enjoying Lex’s company in more ways than one. He is quite smart despite his short term memory, capable of speaking German fluently (mostly to tease Lex) and often reads plenty of fiction. He naps just as much as Sans, but enjoys cuddles more than anything. 

Dusty (Dusttale!Sans) - Dusty is pretty laid back and keeps to himself, but he’s protective in his own way for Lex. While she helps keep his LV attacks to a minimum, he keeps his eyes—or mostly his brother’s—on her any time she goes out by herself. Does Lex know? Meh, he doesn’t know or care really if she does. When he’s not doing work for Nightmare, he spends some of his past time throwing up Graffiti in random AUs; helps relieve stress.  He’s got a big brother vibe going on, and while he may be quiet around others, he always knows how to make conversation with Lex when he’s out for a smoke or it’s drink night. Lex often helps him sleep on rough nights by singing to him, and letting him stay in her room if it’s nightmare levels of rough. What else happens, well, he may not tell you.

Killer (Killer!Sans) - Probably the most dumbest, craziest, and perverted character Lex has ever come to meet—yet whatever this energy he’s got going for him, she’s all for it. Lex and Killer are two chaotic smartasses wrapped up in dynamite with its fuse lit. If Killer finds trouble, he’s dragging her with him. And if Lex gets in trouble? Killer ain’t there to participate (if it’s Nightmare that is.) Killer has made his shot with her before, but Lex often turns him away, not because she isn’t interested, but because he gets absolutely dramatic. It's always funny to see him whine about it. Definitely not because Nightmare would have his head…

Nightmare (Dreamtale) - Nightmare, the dark and brooding guardian of negativity, didn’t take to Lex when the two first met. Though, after an encounter with one of her trauma induced panic attacks, he realized everything she did was simply an act of hiding her own negative aspects. Nightmare, to say the least, pitied her and the two would often congregate in his study to talk about things that bothered her, where the negative energy wouldn’t be as harmful and would sustain him as well. Lex, while her positive expressions were undesirable, was never unwelcomed around him even so. Nightmare won't admit it up front, but he favors her dearly and has genuine care for her wellbeing…and the fact he admires her stubbornness. He’s a bit of a romantic, and if the two are ever alone, he takes his time “appreciating” her, but his jealousy is unmatched. He often will throw Killer into the nearest wall if he sees the two flirting. Sometimes, he does it just cause he finds it funny.

Big E (Error Sans) - First he stole her chocolate; then, an entire box of instant hot chocolate; the last straw was when her favorite pair of sandals went missing. Error, of course, being the culprit, took pride in the fact he got away with it too. Error and Lex didn't quite start off on the right foot when they first met either; Lex shook his hand without realizing he had Haphephobia, sending him into a glitching fit and leaving quite the impression following. Error holds a grudge like nobody’s business, and often steals some of her belongings to mess with her, sometimes even keeping them for himself. He managed to steal a pair of her black sweat pants one day, but they didn’t quite fit, so he had to stitch them up. He prefers to stay in the Anti-Void in his comfy bathrobe where he relaxes on his bean bag, watches Undernovela and enjoys knitting, crocheting, and whatever he can make with string, yarn, or fabric. He has a pair of glasses he stole from Lex, only to find out they weren’t even hers. He doesn't need them, but he likes how they look and makes him feel important. While he has no interest in being anywhere close to Lex, sometimes he tolerates her visits if she promises to watch at least five episodes of Undernovela, stay the FARTHEST away on the bean bag, AND bring him a chocolate milkshake. He doesn’t like her. Not even a little. Nope, not at all…

Ink (Ink Sans)- If there’s one thing Error and Lex have in common, it’s the fact they have little patience with Ink. While he means well, he often fails to read the room. Personal space isn’t a thing for this guy, but it’s easy to fall for his charms and enthusiasm. Lex often engages in conversation with the little bastard mostly to make it up to Error (if they happen to be in the same room). Lex actually enjoys discussing art with him, but she can’t last too long because Ink will forget everything within a few minutes and she’ll have to start over. It’s not his fault, of course, but she admits it can be tough. Though, she has seen his mischievous smile before, and she has gotten chills from it. Whatever he has cooking in his skull, she’d rather not be around to find out.

Lil Man (Edgy Bittybones) - Lil Man was a rebellious bitty who more so found Lex, instead of her finding him. While she didn't want to call him Little Red (Red would have her soul for it) she decided to call him Lil' Man, since he was so adorably small. However, he was also a little shit. Leave him unsupervised, and he would cause all kinds of trouble. Red wouldn't even watch him, it was too much work. So, Lex bought the little guy a tiny CD player and if he was good, he'd get a new CD when they went to the store. Much like Red, he enjoyed Rock music, but he also enjoyed musical numbers too. He's never not hungry, leaving Lex having to buy extra snacks for him so he didn't raid the fridge every week more than once. Even if he is a hand full, Lex loves him, and Lil Man always enjoys ranting about random shit with her...even if he doesn't know what it is they are ranting about.

#sans #sans au #my head canons #lexverse #cay talks #cay drabbling out here #I've been working on this forever #undertale au #People are more than welcome to ask about the bois or about lex btw #I'd be more than happy to talk about it or drabble some more lol

[lukeevangelista]

Gonna self indulge a little

I live diagonally from the cutest little old man. I was 4 when we moved in, and for the first summer, he would yell from his drive way at us, "hey neighbor" and he would wave. It's just him and his wife, he doesn't have any family in the area, kids and grandkids are states, even oceans away.

His past time is wine. He has a bedroom in his house dedicated to it, brews his own. We always invited him to holidays and birthdays, he filled the grandfather hole that was left unattended when my pap died when I was 11.

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When you move in with Joe in Cincinnati, there's people constantly at the door. His neighbors wanting to meet the new girl, his parents helping you move in, and delivery men slowly delivering stuff that Joe ordered for your arrival.

So, when there was a knock on the door on a random Thursday, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

"Babe, who are the Nicksons?" (I changed their names, for privacy reasons)

"Like, back home return address Nicksons?"

You turn around to face him, watching him look up from the package and nod his head, "they sent you a package, says its fragile."

You nod your head of the kitchen island that separates you two, he places it on the marble and slides it across to you. He sits on the bar stool and watches as you turn around to grab scissors from the kitchen drawer. You tear the tape with the end of the scissors, Joe watching you eagerly.

When you slowly peel back the flaps of the cardboard box, the top is covered in sparkly tissue paper, and a note- written in the shakey handwriting of an old man.

Y/N,

We have watched you grow up for the last 2 decades. Your parents admitted that it was your persistence responsible for all of those holiday invitations. We have enjoyed watching you grow and flourish into the beautifully imaginative young woman you are.

We wish you all the best in Cincinnati, and we hope everything works out for you. If not, our front door is always open, and we will always be here to welcome you back home.

Best of luck in all of your endeavors, we're so proud of you, kid.

All our love,

Eileen and Harold

"Baby, what does it say?" Joe asks, watching your eyes well up with tears

You slid the note to Joe, knowing you were unable to read it aloud without breaking down, "that's so sweet."

There was a pause, "What did they send?"

You peeled back the tissue paper, letting out a laugh while wiping the tears away with the back of your hand, "I fucking love them- they sent a house warming gift."

You pulled out a bottle of wine, the blueberry one you had sipped on your 18th birthday, a Reisling you had drank in his living room on your 21st birthday, the amarone you had raved over time and time again, a few extras at the bottom, for Joe or some new ones they wanted you to try. A bag of the candy they stocked in the candy dish on the kitchen counter pressed itself against the edge, a piece of paper on the other side with paring recommendations, words of encouragement and hearts scribbled in the margins besides Eileen's handwriting.

So, you and Joe went to the store, cracked open the Bonus-Cabarnet and had a Restaurant Steak Dinner that night.

The experience was well documented in your camera rolls, and a few months later, when all of the bottles of wine were drank, you sent back a photo album of the experience. The Nicksons got to see your friends in Cincinnati enjoy a piece of back home, got to watch you in love with a man they had met only a handful of times, got to watch the candy in the dish on the kitchen island shrink and then be replaced over and over again. They watched the recommendations come to life, caught glimpses of the letters on the fridge, and saw how much thought was put into how to make the bottles count.

You returned their bottles, cleaned, looking brand new, and a letter, in your handwriting.

Hey Neighbors,

Joe and I had so much fun on our Wine Adventures over the last couple months; our friends raved about every one of them.

I showed Joe all of the photos and memories of our corner of the world, and I wanted to show you our corner of the world here in Cincinnati.

I cannot convey how much you two mean to me. I will never be able to tell you thank you enough for all of the memories you have brought me over the last 20 years.

I am forever in debt for the kindness you have shown me, and all of the memories you are in growing up. Please never change, and please keep in touch.

All our love,

Y/N and Joe

-💍

When I tell you I SOBBED writing this

I LOVED THIS. THIS WAS 10/10 READ!!!!!!

#💍 anon #soft thoughts w/ari #joe burrow

[souleaterpostanime]

"serious" update and "concept art"(old scribbles)

So anyways, as I have alluded to in the past, a certain deadline is fast aproaching. Basically, without oversharing to much, I will have open hearth surgery around the 25-27(well actually thats when I have to be in the hospital, the surgery could happen a few days or weeks after that), depending on time zones and stuff. Basically, it shouldn't be deadly but you never know, and because it will open the rib cage and shit, the whole rehibilitation time will be around two months, so, even best case scenario, dont expect a chapter before that, and thats not counting readjusting to life or rethinking things and you know.

But in the case I only leave a glowing red orb after a doctor cuts the wrong artery or something and says "yeah sorry" to my corpse:

I dont want to leave the two of you, that may care how this story was supposed to go and end, hanging. But even if I personally don't think that spoilers ruin a story, Im not here to argue this and I also dont want to set into stone something in case I do survive.

So anyways the plan is, that I will set up a schedulde post, and if I dont make it, in around a year on my tumblr (because that lets one schedulde post) a summary of all the spoilers and shit will apear, with all my planed payoffs, weird arc and villian ideas and other esoteric concepts.

But to make up for possibly waiting that long for the inenventible, I found some old toilet pap-- I mean very important and not totally random notes, that show some scribbles I had so here you go.

Patty, hopefully not touching the stove or anything

Back from the exiting “hardrive broke suddenly and I lost a lot of stuff arc” a classic

Some witch desings, one’s more generic than others

Remember when that “this is halloween” amv was popular?

Kind of a spoiler, if you get what it’s supposed to be

How can the sun cast a shadow on itself like that, guess if it smiles and has a face, why not?

other witch design

(Still have more somewhere but didn't have time to find everything)

And for everyone reading, I will reveal one spoiler, even if it was totally clear to everybody, but confirmation is allways nice...

The one pairing, that everybody is reading... Yes it will happen by the end, and they will lead a happy family life, even after all the trauma they both had to experience.

Yes everyones favorite OTP, the reason people even still care about this show...

Ragnarok and Tsubaki is canon.

But all jokes aside, I'm thankfull for the people that liked and left comments on the stupid comic, even if it was out of pity or morbid curiosity or just midnlessly clicking the hearth symbol. And I'm also sorry to the people that felt offended if I didnt follow them or didnt like their work, and here I try to explain my reasoning: even if it sounds contradictory, the main motive of writting the comic was to actually get out of fandom brainrot, by turning it into something productive, that would make me make a whole story and get experience for any future original works and apreciation for the actuall creation of something and not just mindlessly criticise it. Anyways, thats why I tried to hold a distance - I didnt want to become a "member of a fandom", because I personally thought it would just lead me to a madness of obsession, and I didnt want to show a bad example, thought that I just made a work that stands by its own, I can avoid the pitfalls of it all.

Ofcourse I am a hypocrite and I seeked validation and engadgment, even if it conflicted with my personal ethics and morality, especially the more my thought evolved. So yeah, thats basically why I didnt follow anybody and why I rarely commented or liked others work, but when I did, I usually tried to encourage the creation of storys and exploration of ideas beyond of just wishfullfilment even though by the end my own comic contains a lot of it, Im a hypocrit afterall But whatever it be, I apreciated all the support of everyone and hope all of you archieve your creative aspirations, especially beyond just of soul eater. But if this still seems just like excuses for my behaviour: yeah sorry-

Nah actually if you are still reading, I'll give more updates:

If Im surviving, Im doing the unthinkable fandom sin of making an soul eater iceberg video,probably to be released on an apropriate date like the first of a certain month.This one will be the most weird, dark and esoteric one, so jf you have any truly obscure or bizarr knowledge or connections to soul eater - you can share it with me.

And finally, the next arc after this is going to be called "The desert of the real", and star Patty, while having a cowboy/b movie vibe while also subverting it all, as maybe the title gives a hint, if you know you know.

(Baudrillard turning in his grave, although I just continued the process of simmulacra on hos work making it, unreal and fake, even his theory is, revealed to be nothing under it, so actually I’m just continuing his project in my praxis!)

(oh also if I comment, post or like after the 25-27, dont assume that Im a ghost haunting this app/blog/site,but its just the fact that Im waiting on the operation while being there, because that can take days or even weeks till the whole thing itself takes place, so before you just lay bored in a hospital bed full of anxiety, which may be relieved by mindlessly posting shit, even if it breaks ones prinicipals

#soul eater post #soul eater post anime #update #concept art #soul eater #comic #serious

[willisbinderup4]

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[aeris-blue]

Another one of these silly things ^^’ This time with the skeleton brothers!

#undertale pokemon #sans #papyrus #skelebros #duskull #slowbro #cause sans is the slow bro #rattata #with the FEAR method of course #eevee #that is perfectly capable of evolving whenever it wants to #and only if it wants to #alolan marowak #and a tiny little #phantump #it doesnt like to battle much #but Paps encourages it to try its best #even if it retreats after one hit #he is very proud of it

[mynameisjag]

Got Wintersfield stuck on the mind now.

Also niece Sherry.

Like one-day she decides to hangout with her uncles and records what happens that day.

So the video starts with Chris and Ethan dressed up in joggers outfits, both with baby carriers on the chest but Chris has Rose this time.

They are both are standing on a pathway looking back and you can hear her trying not to laugh, only to get a disappointmented look from Ethan.

"Don't laugh, he is trying his best."

The camera refocuses down the path and you see this tiny little dog, just trying his best to run but his damn legs are too short but he is trying! His feet look like they are doing the pip pap motion and Ethan is cooing encouragements while Chris looks like he wants to just pick the dog up.

The poor dog just...sits down and cries and it just sounds so sad.

The next shot is Sherry grinning at the camera before it swivels around and you see Ethan with Rose in his carrier and Chris with the puppy in his.

They are eating icecream and its just a happy family moment.

#ethan winters #chris x ethan #resident evil #resident evil village #chris redfield #wintersfield #sherry birkin #just two dads #with their babies #and niece #enjoying life #winterfield #is it wintersfield or winterfield?

[shyneanon]

Heyyyy so y’all know how I usually like to write HT!Sans but today I kinda wanted to write him creepy the way some people like to write him. I thought it’d be kind of fun to do that. Yandere, mwahaha. So I guess this is sort of an x reader fic but the feeling is not mutual.

That said, before reading: We know yandere-type characters are preeeeetty out of touch with reality and are obviously supposed to be unsettling. Meaning in this, Sans isn’t exactly paying attention to MC when she says “no.” It doesn’t get really sexual, but still, it’s non-con. So if that bothers you, maaaaybe don’t read this. Just felt it was fair to warn you guys, I don’t want to upset anyone.

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How long had you been down here?

You weren’t sure anymore.

As of late you had been engaged in an inner debate regarding whether you would rather be dead. You weren’t sure. At least if you were alive there was… a chance?... you could get home and eventually die there, happy.

But that was seeming farther and farther away. The memories of home were already fading. Amazing how the human mind becomes accustomed to its current surroundings, yeah? How quickly things become “normal.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just you and Papyrus in this house, where you were currently chained up in the living room. He wasn’t so bad. Scary to look at, sure, but friendly, and relatively normal when it came to holding conversation.

It was Sans who made things so unpleasant.

He hadn’t done anything to you, it wasn’t like he hurt you. He was just… creepy. The way that his one red eye would just lock onto you and just… stare, unblinking…. It scared you. The look was intense. Too intense. You just wished you knew what he was thinking. At first, you’d told yourself he probably didn’t mean to be creepy. He had a big injury in his head, maybe it had screwed up his understanding of social norms. Stuff like not staring. And it only freaked you out so much because of the way he looked and how he didn’t need to blink.

But he freaked you out for other reasons too.

A couple of times he had approached you, and you’d thought that maybe he was going to strike up a conversation. You’d witnessed him have conversations with Paps before. That was when he seemed the least creepy. When he was just acting normal around his brother. He made some pretty messed up jokes but that didn’t really bother you too much. It just seemed like whenever he took notice of you he got really really weird. He’d sat down next to you, and you’d been a little nervous, but you had decided to try and start a conversation. Which had… kind of worked. Sans seemed fine with, uh… indulging you? Like he thought you just wanted to talk and was happy to listen. He made some comments, but mostly just listened. That wasn’t weird.

It was the touching that had been weird.

Again, he didn’t do anything to you, as far as you were aware he wasn’t some sort of sick pervert. But he’d just… started touching your hair, and even your face, the whole time his eye just locked on whatever it was his fingers were preoccupied with. He’d only seemed to be half paying attention to what you were saying.

You were pretty sure he’d even sniffed you a couple of times.

So from then on you’d just tried to pretend like he wasn’t there. He’d sat next to you a couple of times, probably expecting a conversation, but you’d just smiled politely at him and he’d gotten up and left, looking disappointed and even a little annoyed. He didn’t seem to mind when you spoke to his brother, though, so you didn’t think he was like… yandere, for lack of a more succinct term. So that was at least a relief.

Still, you did your best to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen, of cooking. The times when you least wanted to talk to Sans were when Papyrus was out. Times like now. Sans was making a meal, and you could smell it, but you refused to say anything. He could take it as an invitation for more hair-sniffing.

Eventually the sounds of cooking stopped and you could hear him eating. Your own stomach felt kind of empty. But usually Papyrus was the one to cook meals for you. Thank God.

When Sans left the kitchen with a plate in his hand, you tried to ignore him… until he stopped in front of you.

“Hey,” he said.

Um.

“Hi,” you said.

He held up the plate. “I have food for you.”

“Oh, OK. Cool.”

He sat down next to you. Dude, take a hint. You could see that on the plate were medium-sized pieces of cooked meat. Instead of handing you the plate, though, he grabbed a singular piece of meat and then held it out to you. When you reached out to try to take it he pulled back.

What the… Is he mocking me?

You almost had to hold back a wounded response, but he then held the piece up to your lips and moved closer to you.

… O… oh.

“Um,” you said. “This is really nice but you can just hand me the plate—“

“Just eat.”

… OK. You opened your mouth and he slipped the food into it; once he withdrew you started chewing, not looking at him. But you could feel his red eye locked onto you.

Then you felt his fingers running along your neck, and you flinched.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

You said nothing, just turned when you were done with your first piece of meat. As you did he leaned in, breaching your personal bubble.

“I would never hurt you,” he said.

“Thanks, Sans,” was your only reply, and he smiled.

“Y… You’re welcome.”

He fed you the next piece of meat, sliding it in farther this time. Your lips closed around it, and… was his breathing picking up?

“You’re… pretty when you eat.”

The hell does that mean? Still, you smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Thanks.”

He got closer to you. Dude did not know how to read the room. You did not like him touching you and stuff. Still, one of his fingers started to twirl itself in your hair, like a fork twirling around in spaghetti to get it to wrap around itself.

Another piece of food. Yep… his breathing was heavier, fanning against your cheek. As if you didn’t feel uncomfortable enough, he leaned close to your ear.

“I like being alone with you.”

You didn’t like where this was going. “That’s nice,” you replied, doing your best to keep your responses curt.

Still oblivious to the fact that you didn’t like what was happening (or did he just not care?) he fed you more. You looked at the plate. There were only two pieces left. Once he was finished he’d probably get up and go. Hopefully.

He kept talking: “You make me think of a deer.”

You looked at him, despite your better judgment. Was… he talking food-wise? Did… did he want to eat you?

“So graceful, and gentle, and shy....”

One of his hands cupped your cheek.

“Like a little doe.”

His teeth a hair’s width away from your ear, he hummed.

“Can I call you that?”

You said nothing, not sure what to—

“My little doe?”

After forcing yourself to swallow your meat, you said, “Your little doe?”

That seemed to excite him. His pupil dilated. “Yes…. You’re my little doe.”

You leaned away, debating on whether to talk back. Sans carried a giant axe with him everywhere. Would he get violent if you protested?

He set the plate of food aside. Shit.

“Sans,” you began, and his pupil dilated more. His breathing got heavy.

“Yes… Say my name….”

Before you could say anything his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You started to shake. His brother wasn’t here to stop him. How far would he go without supervision? He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t go… that far, right?

Deciding you didn’t want to take your chances, you started to squirm, but it did no good. His grip was like that of a bear trap.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

He leaned in closer and you kept struggling. It wasn’t helping but you wanted him to know you were not on board.

Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care, because his teeth pressed against your lips. He immediately started to pant, his pupil so big his whole eye almost looked black. He just stared at you as his teeth moved against your lips. When his eyes lidded in an expression that looked like he was getting high, you weren’t sure if this was better or worse.

“Mm-mmh,” he murmured, leaning into you more. “Mmh….”

OK, this was it. You were done. You started to push back. “Sans, st—“

“My little doe,” he breathed. “(Y/n)... my little doe….”

“Stop touching me, Sans.”

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you.”

He kept saying that like it was going to make you feel better. “I don’t care. I don’t like it when you touch me. I said stop.”

“It’s OK,” he said, although it sounded almost like it was to himself more than you. “It’s OK. You’ll like it soon. Just let me keep going.”

He pressed his teeth to your lips again. You started to worry. Again, he wouldn’t… go all the way, right? You began to realize that if he did, you didn’t have an ounce of the strength needed to stop him. Not to mention that you were chained to the wall. You kept pushing but he didn’t stop. He really seemed to think that if he just kept at it you’d suddenly decide you were fine with it.

“Mmh… Mine…. Just think about me….”

You tried to pull away but it didn’t work. Well, you certainly weren’t paying attention to anything but him, but not in the way he wanted.

“I love you… my doe….”

His teeth moved to your neck. You whimpered, but despite the obvious fear in it he seemed encouraged.

“I’ve been in love with you… since we met…. I’ve wanted this for so long….”

A purr.

“Isn’t that romantic…?”

A tongue you hadn’t known he had ran up your neck, and you swallowed, not sure if he was trying to turn you on or if this was a taste test.

“So good,” he muttered. Oh fuck, it was the latter.

He gave you another taste, moaning.

“I said I would control myself…”

You could see his large eye locked onto you again, wide.

“But I can’t control myself around you. Not now… that I have you all to myself. Not anymore.”

With that he bit down and you yelled. The bite was so hard it drew blood, and his tongue ran over the wound. Another moan escaped him.

He’s going to eat me. He’s going to eat me alive and he’s going to be getting off to it the whole time.

Now concerned for your life, you started to push his face away. “Get off!” you managed.

“It’s OK, my doe… I won’t eat you…. Not you….”

He moved your arms aside like it was nothing and nibbled your ear.

“I love you too much to eat you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I would die.” He leaned in, his red eye staring hard. “See how much I love you? I would die without you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He kissed your cheek, and you grimaced.

“If anyone tried to take you away… I would tear them apart.”

You realized just how much you were trembling. His words didn’t make you feel safe at all.

“Isn’t that so romantic, my little doe? That I’m so devoted? That I would kill for you?”

Getting sick of this, you hissed, “I’m not your little doe. I’m not your anything. Fuck you.”

He flushed blue, his eyes lidding again. “So… feisty….”

He kissed you again, his teeth gently trying to pry your lips apart. When you resisted he bit down, and took advantage of your small cry of pain to slide his tongue into your mouth. He groaned, his eye looking up and his movements slowing as he explored your mouth.

“Nngh….” He sighed, flushing blue and closing his eyes. His tongue found yours and he moaned again. “Mmh…~”

You remembered the large, jagged hole in his skull, and you reached up with one hand and hooked your fingers into it, tugging hard to the side. You weren’t sure if it would hurt but apparently it did, because he released your lips with a hiss of pain. You squirmed to get out of his grip but it wasn’t any looser.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Because I want you to stop!” you yelled.

“But I love you. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t fucking care! I don’t love you back!”

He didn’t take much notice. “Little doe... we’re all alone. It’s so quiet. It’s just us. Paps is busy and won’t be back for a while.” He leaned in. “This is the romantic moment that I’ve been waiting for. To confess to you. To tell you how I feel.”

He breathed against your lips.

“While Paps is gone, we can do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove how much I love you…. Let me make you moan for me. You don’t even have to love me back, I don’t care, just enjoy what I do to you. Just enjoy the feeling of me deep insi--”

You screamed.

This seemed to finally snap him out of it, because his look grew panicked and he clamped his hand over your mouth. “What the hell are you doing?! Don’t scream! If anyone finds you they’ll kill you!”

You pried his hand away from your mouth. “Stop touching me or I’ll keep screaming until someone finds me and kills me!”

He immediately put you back down, moving away from you. You made a point of wiping your lips and neck of all the unwanted affection, and you glared at him, moving as far away as you could. At least he seemed to want you alive. That was an advantage— perhaps your only advantage— against him.

“If you touch me ever again I’ll scream,” you told him.

He looked hurt, though that meant nothing to you after what he’d just done. He seemed to remember the pieces of meat that were left and, thankfully, slid the plate over to you.

“I understand,” he said, standing up. “You’re not in the mood right now. You’ve had a bad day. That’s OK. That’s OK. It’s OK. We can do this another time, when you’re feeling better. When you’re not upset. You’ll like it then.”

After one last glance at you, he left, muttering “She’ll like it then” to himself over and over. Once he was finally out of sight you curled up into yourself, resisting the urge to vomit. Creep! Sick creep!

All those times he had stared at you or touched your hair… Had he been planning this all that time?

You would tell Papyrus about this when he came back. You had the bite mark as proof.

At least you had Papyrus. But your inner debate was over.

You would rather be dead than here.

#plot twist: Paps is dead #Axe just went that crazy #I'm kidding I don't even think the most yandere of Sans-es would do that #kill someone sure #but not Paps #also I know in some fics creepy Axe uses the term 'little bird' #But I felt this was more fitting #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #sans x reader #reader insert #self-insert #axe #horrortale sans

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Winter 2013 - The Beginning of the End and Dianna’s Private Tumblr

January 4, 2013 - Haylor Breakup

Taylor and Harry publicly split and leave us with this iconic picture:

January 10, 2013 - People’s Choice Awards

Haylor is done, Harry is back in the UK, but Taylor shows up with a hickey anyway.  (Dianna is in LA at this time.)

Some time this month Taylor writes How You Get The Girl which is about obviously someone who comes back to get the girl.  She references “standing in the rain” and “a long six months.”  It’s hard to know if these details are more “fanfic” or actual autobiographical details.

This six months may actually refer to the end of bearding for a while (because it seems like Swiftgron did reunite in Paris in early October.)  Exactly six months after Taylor started dating Conor Kennedy would be January 25th, 2013.

As for the rain...

It rained twice in LA this month according to weather reports on the 21st and on the 23rd:

Dianna is in LA at this point and has started a private Tumblr blog under the name whosirmesir (we verified it was hers over on @swiftgron-get-married - and you can click here for more on that if you’re curious and actually I did an entire podcast episode walking people through it if you’re like like to listen to an in depth breakdown of it click here for apple OR click here for spotify OR click here for google.  

I also recommend searching the whosirmesir tag on @swiftgron-get-married​ because we’ve logged a lot of interesting moments and connections to Taylor (quotes, art, and other items that tie DIanna and Taylor together.)

On the private tumblr on January 25th Dianna reblogs this:

It reads “i think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that...”

This is also the time period it is rumored that Dianna proposed to Taylor.  I’m not sure what to make of these rumors.  I have not been able to get anywhere near confirming them.  It’s entirely unsubstantiated - but I explored the rumor further in this blog post (click for link.)  And also on the podcast (will link just a bit down in this post because it relates to something else we’re about to discuss.)

February 4, 2013 - Dianna recommends “Far Nearer” by Jaime on twitter:

The lyrics are essentially:

“I feel better when I, you feel better when I I feel better when I have you near me

You Me You I do, I do, I do“

repeated over and over again

February 9, 2013 - Neruda quote on Tumblr from Dianna

Dianna posts a quote to Tumblr.  The translation is, “I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”

It’s worth noting that Taylor namechecked Neruda in the Red album booklet.

February 10, 2013 - The Grammys

Dianna wants to make sure everyone is watching:

And Taylor posts:

“Look what happened! :)”

She won for Safe and Sound:

And she performs her circus themed rendition of WANEGBT (where she mocks Harry Styles on stage making fun of his accent when she sings the “so he calls me up on the phone” part of the song even though this song was written before she was even with him.)

The only other time Dianna tweeted about the Grammys was when Glee was involved the year before.

February 14, 2013 - Achele breakfast and The Inside Source at Glee Tweet

According to a Facebook user Cory, Dianna, and Lea have breakfast this morning (or around this time):

Later that day Taylor posts the infamous tweet:

The Glee Episode “I Do” airs and there is no Taylor song included.  However Dianna and Naya’s characters hook up:

After the episode airs Taylor deletes her tweet.

As always I’m not entirely sure what to make of this but to me it boils down to three possibilities:

1.  The fandom seems to think this proves that Dianna purposefully tricked Taylor into watching her “hook up” with Naya on screen.  It’s completely possible that that’s the case but I think the next two options make a bit more sense.

2.  It was a simple misunderstanding or a joke gone wrong.  Taylor had a song earlier on that season of glee (Mine sung as a breakup song by Naya) and I have been told another song of Taylor’s was marketed for another glee episode later that spring.  Perhaps someone got their wires crossed and misinformed Taylor.  

3.  Other nefarious parties:  

a.  It’s possible that Lea was behind this - she publicly had beef with Taylor at one point and she had been with Dianna that morning.  Maybe she met up with DIanna, heard about Swiftgron being happy and back together and got a little jealous and decided to prank Taylor.  

b.  Ryan Murphy also seemed to despise both Dianna and Taylor around this time.  He was also famous for stirring up drama with Gleeks on twitter and generally sewing discontent (particularly surrounding wlw ships and fans).  Ryan seems to have a problem with women/lesbians in general.  He treated Brittana as a couple horribly on Glee as well as their shippers.

He very publicly shaded Taylor in season one of Scream Queens and said in an interview that Dianna ruined Quinn for him because he said she made her sympathetic. 

Not only that but in season 3 he destroyed her character - he made her have a mental breakdown - he had her try and steal a baby - he had her get hit by a car - and a huge plotline in season 3 was Quinn begging Rachel (Lea’s character so Dianna’s irl ex) not to marry Finn (played by Cory - literally the guy Lea chose Dianna over - this is like...emotionally abusive if you ask me.)  After season 3 Dianna only appeared in 8 episodes of the remaining 55 after being in every episode and the top third billed of the cast in the first three seasons.

Furthermore in a show called The New Normal there was a bitchy actress character named Brynn who he wrote as high maintenance and unpleasant and then killed off.

So yeah...seems fair to at least consider that Ryan or Lea who publicly had problems with both Taylor and Dianna may have been trying to create problems for Swiftgron.  One last note about Lea - there was not a single Achele interaction for the entire year of 2013.  The most we got was Dianna liking a tweet about Lea’s album in December 2013 and when asked about one another in interviews they would vaguely say they were still friends.  No tweets to one another, no birthday messages, no candids, no hang outs.  Lea’s book was also written around this time and does not make a single mention of Dianna - her former roommate and “best friend” even though she spends plenty of time talking about others on the Glee cast.

I did a podcast episode on both the proposal rumors and the inside source at Glee tweet if you want more extensive takes on that!

While I’m not entirely sure Dianna had anything to do with this tweet Taylor references this date (2-14-13) by putting it on a dollar bill as a serial number in The Man music video:

At any rate Taylor deletes the tweet and replaces it with one about her dancers:

Dianna tweets 9 hearts that day (I don’t know if that’s significant but if they were together from March 2012 to July 2012 and then October 2012 to this point it would mean 9 months together...)

February 19, 2013 - Sad Charlie Brown Tumblr post from Dianna:

February 27, 2013 - Fitzgerald quote

Taylor listed this as a quote to live by in an interview with Marie Claire a few months later.

I’m not sure if it’s important but Dianna is very quiet this winter and spring in terms of showing up at events, parties, even being papped out on the street compared to other years around this time.  She seems to disappear a bit.

February 27, 2013 - Taylor gives a bday shoutout to her Fiddle player Caitlin:

“Happy Birthday to my magical friend, fiddle extraordinaire @/caitlinbird” 

March 12, 2013 - Weird tweets from Dianna “One of those days.”

March 13, 2013 - It’s the first day of the Red tour (is that why Dianna had questions?)

About the Red Tour - the last act of the tour seems to be circus themed which may have been inspired by Dianna’s 26th birthday the previous year and really interestingly Taylor has a white rabbit, which is a reference to Alice in Wonderland (Dianna’s favorite piece of media ever) follows Taylor around stage during the WANEGBT performance as she’s dressed up like a circus ringleader:

March 18, 2013 - Dianna goes on a Girls HBO rant (we know who also loved Girls the show and its creator Lena Dunham (Taylor))

End of March - Lena and Ashley show up at the Red Tour backstage

Conclusion - Swiftgron is on but completely underground.  Dianna is blogging and tweeting romantic things about missing girls, Taylor’s interests, and secret love, all while watching Taylor perform at the Grammys and encouraging others to tune in.  Something weird happened with the inside source at Glee tweet but who knows what.  Dianna seems a bit restless and emo while Taylor leaves to go on tour.

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[truelyvia]

And a new story for yas. Short story. Except It involves triggering and harmful talk.

specifically the forms of SH and committing goodbye. I’m just having a small bit of a hard time so I’m using my comfort Gaster… His name is Noose.

it also features his boyfriend Ninth!Gaster. (Owned by AutumnSheep on DA or 8urritoz on Toyhouse)

Here, have a cute gif of him in his BF’s jacket:

The following story does contain mentions of suicide, self harm, and etc. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with anything of that.

Gaster, that‘s what Noose was always called by, before the finding of the multiverse. So many other hims, that could walk and talk, play with their kids, or weren’t accepted at all… He turned over in his blankets and teared up, feeling the washing waves of dread and pain all over again, his legs and arms were scattered with scars, few were fresh, he could almost bare a smile at that, less fresh ones meant he was getting better… Right?

He hears a whisper and chokes on a sob that threatens to leave, memories… they always want to hurt him when he thinks he’s doing okay. He could still see the scene that broke him, he could still see the kicked away chair, and the slowly rocking rope… The dust on the floor, looking like it had just settled-

A hand places itself on Nooses’ its owner tall, and slim… Ninth was a warmly welcomed gift in his life, a love that wouldn’t leave him, that protected him and did his best... “What troubles you, my little sugarskull?” Noose could never be happier each time those little nicknames were mentioned. “Memories, Merlin… Memories..” The taller cooed and pulls his tiny closer, wrapping his coat around Noose and giving the smaller gentle kisses. “Do you want anything this morning..?” Ninth sleepily sits up and looks down.

Noose cocks a brow, “Anything?” “Anyth-No.” The two share a calm laugh, “maybe after the bois go to bed tonight.”

Noose smiles and cups Ninth‘s hand in his own and presses it to his cheek. “Then I would like to try walking again..Today..” Walking was a hard thing for Noose, it meant commitment, and commitment was hard. But he slowly sits up and faces the edge of the bed, seeing his boned toes curl up and relax a few times. Ninth got out of the bed and stood beside Noose, holding his hands out for easy grabbing if he were to fall.

The scarred skeleton slowly set one foot down, feeling the soft carpet, before placing another. Then he tries to lift himself, and crumples forward, gripping onto Ninth’s clothing. He takes large breaths, and reaches to take his partner’s hands. From there he can guide himself. From there, he can start, and he can get over this fear of commitment.

Because there’s two creatures in this house besides Ninth that needs him. He needs to get better, he wants to get better, because he has to be there for his sons. Noose’s eyes meet Papyrus‘ and he smiles at the little one. Paps smiles back, proudly, Noose can do it.

He has to.

End

Also, I do encourage you all to PLEASE TRY AND SEEK OUT HELP, yes, therapy might not work for everyone, but it might work for you. Everything is worth a try. And please, just because you’re not feeling better after 1-3 sessions, it doesn’t mean its not working. You just need to give help time.

Noose helps me, hopefully you can find what helps you too.

I also encourage any asks to Noose, even if its about his condition or about his family. He will answer willingly.

#Undertale #sparsetale #noosegaster #ninthgaster #oc #short story #sensitive topics #Encouraging asks #ask me things

[anythingandeverything1d]

Concussed

Harry was on stage, about halfway done with his concert for the night. You were in the bus, lounging and waiting for him to finish and come cuddle with you. You hadn’t felt great all day, and resorted to skipping the second half of the performance to lay down and rest. You weren't doing much, just watching tik toks on your phone but your phone was nearly dead. You rolled over, reaching for the charging chord and fell, tumbling out of the top bunk. It wasn’t a large fall, and normally it would've probably been okay, however you somehow managed to smack you head on the ladder on the way down and when you hit the floor, your vision was fuzzy and your head felt as if it were spinning in circles. You attempted to sit up, but doing so nearly made you puke. Tears clouded your vision and you tried to sit up. Instantly you felt insanely dizzy, almost enough that you were going to pass out. Using the last 5% battery life in your phone, you texted Harry for help. Then you closed your eyes and waited for the concert to end.

It seemed like hours, but when you checked the time, it had only been around 30 minutes. Harry was still dressed in his Gucci suit. He was kneeling by your side shaking you awake, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. “Babe....wake up...”  You blinked a few times and groaned. Harry sighed in relief and touched his head to yours. You whined in pain and he pulled away concerned. “Can you sit up?” he asked worriedly. 

You nodded and attempted to move. “Yeah....I think so.” you pulled yourself up and immediately felt ill. You gripped Harry’s arm for support and he shook his head.

“Stay down...I’m going to call paramedics.” He walked away and you whined, not wanting to be alone anymore. A few minutes later he returned with some water. “Want to try and take a sip?” he asked softly. You nodded and he brought the bottle to your lips. You took a few sips but still felt nauseous and didn’t want to risk anything coming out so pushed it away. Harry sighed and pulled your body into his lap. “What happened?”

“I was reaching for my phone cord and rolled out of bed.”

“Where did you hit your head?” Anxious green eyes were examining your head the best they could without moving you in any way.

“On the ladder.” you started crying. You didn't know why. You weren't really in pain, you felt dizzy and nauseous, and had a killer headache, but that was about it. Harry was wiping your tears and trying to comfort you when the paramedics came in. They moved Harry out of the way and went to work. Asking questions about the fall, having your eyes follow their fingers side to side, and asking you to answer all kinds of questions. They assisted you in standing and helped you out to the ambulance waiting in the parking lot. Harry followed, his hand gripping yours as the ambulance drove away, leaving the arena behind.

“How do you feel?” Harry asked, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“A little better, my head just really hurts.” He wiped a tear from your cheek and nodded. “How was the end of the show?”

Harry sighed. “I left early...when I got your text I knew that you were more important.”

“Harry!” you looked up at him and shook your head. “You shouldn’t have done that, clearly I’m fine...”

“Says the girl in the back of an ambulance.” Harry laughed softly and shook his head. “I knew where I needed to be, and the fans understood after I explained it..”

“Still...”

“Babe, youre the most important thing in my life...I’m not going to complain about not singing a song or two when you were nearly unconscious on the floor. Youre not something I would ever put performing ahead of.”

You were about to respond, but the motion of the ambulance had made you more nauseous than before. You rolled to the side and threw up. Harry grabbed your hair and rubbed circles in your back comforting you. Luckily the ambulance made it to the hospital and they wheeled you out and into a room. “Hello (y/n). My name is Dr. James, it seems you've had a mild head injury tonight. We want to double check and make sure everything is clear since you were nearly unconscious...it’s part of our concussion protocol. So we want to go ahead and do a quick MRI, just to make sure theres no concerns in the brain. After that, we will go over where to go. It does seem based on your symptoms that this is a concussion, we are hoping its a mild one, but will know a little more later. Right now, we’d like you to go ahead and change into this gown so that we can get everything set up for the scan“

“Okay..” you nodded anxiously. Harry nodded at the doctor as he walked out and gave you a small smile.

“I’ll be here waiting okay?” You nodded, wiping a tear from your eye. Harry pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and smiled. “Youre gonna be okay babe..”

“I know...” you were feeling nervous and scared about the MRI. It seemed like a big deal for just falling off the bunk. “I-I just...”

“It’s okay to be scared.” Harry helped you out of bed and handed you the gown to change into. “They just want to make sure everything is okay...you have nothing to worry about. Okay?” You nodded and walked to the bathroom quickly changing. When you walked out, Harry was talking to the doctor. He looked up and smiled. “Wow..” You looked at him confused but he just grinned, grabbed your hand and spun you in a circle. “Who knew you could make a hospital gown look good?”

You laughed and then looked over at the doctor and stopped. “Ready?” he asked giving you an encouraging smile. You climbed into the bed with a sigh and he nodded. Harry gave you a quick kiss for good luck and you were rolled out of sight. 

The MRI machine was narrow, enclosed, and loud. All of which you hated. “Is there any music you’d like to listen to while we get the scans?” A nurse asked setting you up. 

“Do you have any One Direction or Harry Styles?” you asked while nervously picking at your nails.

“We sure do.” she grinned. “So you we are going to take a few scans, but it’s very important that you stay very still. If you start to get nervous, let me know and we can pull you out and restart. It shouldn’t take more than 30 minutes. Can I get you a warm blanket before we start?”  You nodded and smiled, anything to delay this... She returned and asked you to lay down. She set the blanket on your lap and pushed the table into the machine. She then stepped out of sight. “Okay (y/n)...we are just going to start, your music will start playing in a minute as well, if you need anything just let us know. I’m right here.”

“Okay.” you answered laying on your back and looking up at the white machine. You closed your eyes and listened to Harry sing Watermelon Sugar. The clicks from the scan set you on edge and you wanted nothing more than to get out. Thankfully, after 20 minutes or so you were good to go. The nurse wheeled you back out and into the room where Harry was waiting. He walked over and gave you a tight hug after she had left. 

“How was it?”

“Terrible.” You answered with a frown. “But I did get to listen to you sing the whole time.”

“Then it couldn't have been too terrible...”

“I guess not.” You were feeling a little better, just exhausted. You yawned and snuggled into Harry as the doctor walked in.

“Good news.” He stood at the end of you bed with a smile. “Everything in the scan came back clear. You do have a concussion, most likely mild. Stay of electronics, and let your brain rest. No strenuous activity, and try not to fall out of bed anymore. Take over the counter pain medication for headaches. Don’t worry about sleeping, it will actually help give your brain time to heal. We do want to see you back here in a few weeks just to see how everything is going and reevaluate from there. Other than that, you are officially good to go unless you have other questions.”

You smiled and shook your head. “No, thank you though.”

Harry stood up and shook his hand. “I’ll make sure she rests.”

Dr. James laughed and nodded. “I’m sure you will Mr. Styles. Take care you two.”

Harry turned to you and grinned. “Ready to go back to the bus?”

You jumped up and nodded. “Just let me change into my clothes again.”

Harry scooted closer and kissed your lips. “You sure? I feel like this could be fun...” 

You laughed and pushed him back, “you heard what the doctor said H, no strenuous activity...”

“I can make it easy and quick...” He gently bit your ear and grinned. 

“Just take me home Haz...” you mumbled walking into his arms and hugging him tightly.

He smiled and kissed your head. “Get dressed then, I’m sure if there are paps out there they would have a field day with this look.”

“You mean you in your Gucci suit and me in my hospital gown isn't the look they are going for?”

“Oh, I’m sure you would make covers everywhere.” He laughed. 

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Another request I’ve had for a while so here's a short blurb on another concussion piece!

xoxo

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[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson- Chapter 7: Non-Productive Time

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: On a slow afternoon, Shane remembers a couple of fun evenings with Sy, and can’t help but start texting him…he turns out to be a bad influence.

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Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings:  Language, mature themes, a steamy scene that bumps up against the line of smut/not smut…it looks like smuttish is, in fact, a thing, (see what I did there? Toss a high five to your fic writer for the paraphrased Witcher quote in these here notes! lol! Sorry, i’m tired...and in a weird mood tonight...) so, anyway, using that. I love it. 

Author’s Note: This chapter was about half done before I even started SI1 and SI2! So that’s why it’s come along so quickly in the wake of them. It could also mean that there are some continuity issues…I found a couple during the re-write of the first part, and more when I was proofing, so it should be good, but…fair warning, one or more could have escaped me! Also, let me know if the text convo is hard to follow. I’ll try to reconfigure it to be more clear. It seemed to me like context was enough, and they’d had text convos before, and no one said anything…this one’s longer by about 300%, though, so…feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Time seemed to pass slowly when Shane wasn’t with Sy. When they weren’t having dinner together, or doing their typical date thing. She thought about their second date. One of the bars in town, chosen for its above average bar food but mostly, it’s pool tables. The warning he’d given her via text had made her laugh:

We’re goin’ to Cade’s for apps and pool, if that's okay. As gorgeous as you looked in that blue dress you wore last night, I recommend jeans and a T-shirt for tonight, okay?

She took his suggestion. A simple black tee, because she was a food klutz from hell, layered over a red camisole, and her favorite jeans. It showed off her dainty arrow necklace well.

While they played, they drank beer and talked about life, getting deeper into things than they could at therapy sessions.

“Dad split when I was about ten, I guess. Mom did her best with her only son, but she sent me to my grandpa’s a lot when she was working or just…needing her own time. He’d been an army man. Fought in Korea. His dad was in World War II. It felt like…I don’t know, this pull, like I was meant to join up.”

“Destiny?” She asked. A dreamy tone overtook him when he talked about his family and his now former career.

“I guess. Never though too much of all that before.”

They smiled at one another. Knowing.

“What was he like? Your grandpa?”

“Oh, Pap was the best. He was a mechanic in the service and so he could get anything hummin, ya know? We fixed up and built motors for all kinds a’ shit. My first car was a ‘67 Shelby Mustang with the fast back all because when I was about 14, he found most of one at a salvage yard and basically rescued it from the crusher. Got it for about nothin’. For two years we collected parts and did body work on that thing. And by the time I turned sixteen, it was the most beautiful, show-ready Kerry green machine you ever seen.”

“One of my favorite cars! I’d love to see pictures!”

“I’ve still got ‘er.” He grinned. “When Pap died, it got…hard for me to drive her, ya know? So…special occasions only now. And he left me his truck, which he’d just bought brand new while I was on my first tour. That F150 crew cab we came here in, with all the bells 'n whistles. I couldn’t let such a fine automobile go to waste.” He grinned.

“You’re such a gear head.” She chuckled.

“Hey, you may be glad about that when you need somebody to get your own motor humming.” He teased back at her, bending over the table to take his shot and sinking it deftly. He said they would only play for fun, but he was still winning this round…which she didn’t think was that fun.

“Okay, I deserved that.”

“The shot, or the innuendo?” He asked to clarify.

“Yes.” They laughed. He eventually did miss, making it her turn.

"Ya know, I'm disappointed in this date, Shane." He baited.

"How come?" she asked, a bit hurt.

"A guy only asks a girl to play pool with him so he can show her how to shoot…and you already know."

It was true. She'd played a lot growing up and even a bit as she got older. She and her siblings loved billiards. Her whole family, really. And although she was no professional, she wasn't half bad for an amateur.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently, sizing up the table for her next shot, but knowing with a fair amount of certainty what he was implying.

"You know. I wanted to get all close to ya. Show ya how to grip that cue in your hand. How to stand, bent at the hip, where to eyeball your shot from." he smiled. "All that shit ya see in movies that makes the girl all nervous and excited that the guy's touchin' on her. Pressed up against her."

Shane grinned, picked up the small, blue cube of chalk and rolled the concave side over the tip of her cue…she had no need to do so, most people didn't, really…but she made herself look really sexy doing it and asked Sy, "Is that right? Well, I guess you'll have to find another way to get your cheap thrills, because this girl has been known to run a table." She bent over the green felt seductively, the angle at which she did so displaying her décolletage in his direction just enough to tantalize him into licking his lips. She took her shot at the 10 ball, but sunk the 8 instead, losing her the game…damn. She shouldn't have gotten cocky.

"Run it where, sunshine? Into the ground? Off a cliff?" he laughed as she stomped over and began to poke him mercilessly in the ribs.

"Come on, Minnesota Fats. Let's pay the tab and find something a little cozier to do."

"Oka--wait, did you just call me fat?" he was incredulous. She laughed.

"Oh my God, you thought YOU were gonna teach ME about billiards…Minnesota Fats is like the most famous pool player of ever. I am not calling you fat."

"You messin' with me?" he squinted.

"Sy, google it. I promise. I would never call you fat. You're… my sexy man bear."

"Technically a bear is a fat animal." he sulked.

"Why don't you tell that to one when it's chasing you down to make a meal of ya!" Shane laughed. "Come on. Remember? I think I mentioned something about… finding another way for you to get cheap thrills. Lets explore that, shall we?" she whispered into his ear. He dropped some bills on their table nearby to more than cover their food and beer, and they hauled ass into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They had definitely been exploring. In the two weeks since they'd been given the green light to see each other outside of therapy--the day Sy basically handed Shane's boss her own ass--they'd spent most evenings with each other, unless Shane had a particularly late evening at work or an early day the next day. A few nights, they had been together so late, that just staying over seemed the most reasonable option. But they had both agreed to take things slowly with the physical stuff. It had been a long time since either of them had been in a relationship, and given their patient/therapist situation, waiting a while for the sex had seemed like a good idea…on paper. On the sofa had been a different story.

One day last week, she'd had to make an early night of things, and stood up from his couch, but was pulled back down to straddle his lap.

"Hold on a minute, sunshine. Why don't you gimme a proper goodbye before ya go, hmm?" he held her so close to him at every curve of their bodies, like the pieces of a puzzle snapping flush together. His kisses were deep and agonizing, his beard gently brushing her mouth, teasing her with its uncommon softness. She returned the ardor, squeezing him in every way she could.

She couldn't contain the desire pooling at her center, especially when he clearly couldn't contain his, either, straining against his shorts, pressing against her so deliciously, right where she needed him. She didn't hold back. And he was nothing if not encouraging to her endeavor.

"That feels so good, baby. You're so warm. Mmm." he whispered as he nipped at her ear and bit at her neck. She hadn't intended to, but she felt herself slipping over the edge, into pure euphoria and gripped at his hair, still rather short, though growing out from the mandated buzz. The length made him even more sensitive and when she ran her hands up his neck and over the back of his head, the result was like an electric current straight to his manhood. His body tensed as his release followed hers seconds later.

"Fuck." he said. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" she was truly confused.

"For losin' it like a teenager." he sighed and laid his head against the back of his couch in surrender…an unfamiliar sight, Shane was certain.

"Don't worry about it. I mean…it's not quite how I pictured our first time, but--"

"Oh, hell no. This doesn't count as a TIME, sunshine. This is batting practice. A warm up.”

"Ooh, you and your baseball references again. I told you, I need to leave, Sy. You can't get me worked up with that kinda dirty talk." she kissed his cheek, and stood. "Walk me out?"

He did. And they stood holding one another in the dark, leaned up against her Explorer, Sy's back against the door, Shane's cheek on his bare, hairy chest, and the turning of the earth all but forgotten.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She had to stop thinking about him. About their dates and the time they'd spent together. But her schedule had fallen apart for the day due to a nasty storm that had blown in, she had no more education to work on for now, and she could only clean and organize her treatment room and desk so thoroughly.

She guessed…the secretaries knew she was available if need be…and she was salaried…what was the harm in texting Sy? She'd stayed late and came in early and overworked herself in general so much for this clinic. She could justify a bit of downtime.

Hey! Whatcha doin?

Just did some exercises that my super hot PT gave me! *winky face emoji*

Uh-Oh, should I be jealous?

Mmm, hard to say, sunshine. I guess it'll depend on which one of you sleeps with me first. *devil emoji*

Smart money is on the one who’s already let you get to second base…and basically third, even though…does it count if it’s basically because of a dare. Induced by Jack Daniels?

I think it counts if you came…*smirk emoji*

Damn those skilled fingers and Tennessee whiskey.

What can I say. I told ya I knew how to get a motor humming. *cool guy emoji*

You certainly do. No doubt about that.

So how's your day goin', sunshine?

Eh, everyone's cancelled on me. I have no one until 4:00, and I have nothing to do until then. I've decided to see it as a blessing and text my favorite fella.

And when he didn't respond, you resorted to me? *smirk emoji*

Hey you know that you have no competition for my affection other than like, my dad…and Chris Evans. Lol

Your dad, I'm sure I couldn't compete with if I tried, from what you've told me. Chris…well, I'm a REAL captain, not some guy jumpin' around in tights.

Mmmm, shame. I bet you'd look good in a getup like that. *heart eyes emoji*

You think so?

Yup! *American flag emoji*

You wanna be my Black Widow?

I mean…I've already basically got a costume…*embarrassed monkey emoji*

*several lines of big eye emojis*

Yeah, a few Halloweens ago…I was Romanoff. Now you know. I'm a total nerd.

I'm a nerd, too, sunshine. Serious nerd.

How am I just finding out about this? There's next to no merch at your place, and you never wear typical nerd shirts…*skeptical face emoji*

You haven't seen my whole place…*wink emoji*

What, are you telling me you have Batman bedsheets? *lol emoji*

Oh, it's much…much worse than that. The bedroom is pretty neutral, but…I have a…kind of rec room in the basement that is basically nerd central.

Oh. Em. Gee. I can't WAIT to see that, Sy!!! And how dare you hold out on me!!!

Well, I mean, I didn't wanna lay out all my cards right off the bat. I'm playing the long game.

Ah, so, when do I get to see this nerd trap?

Come on over, sunshine. *smiley face*

I said, I've got a patient at 4:00.

Everyone's cancelled on you. Can't you cancel on them for once?

Not unless I'm violently ill do I ever have any patients cancelled on my behalf.

So…say you're violently ill and come see me. *shrugging man emoji*

I dunno, Sy…

I got stuff to make that soup you like…

She had made it clear to him how much she loved soup, especially a good creamy potato soup, and on one of their dates, he'd had her over and there was a big pot of the stuff on his stove, made from scratch. She'd never had better, and he almost got lucky that night…and I mean…he still got a little lucky. He cooked for her AND cleaned up, AND let her pick the movie that night. She still picked an action movie, because she wasn't really a romance movie type, overall. Even so. Could she leave him hanging?

She opened her thread with Heather in her messenger app on her laptop.

Heather, is there anyone who could take my last patient, Mr. Lopez?

Looks like Cheri has a cancel around that time. Need me to move him?

If you could. I'm not feeling well.

Are you pregnant?

Omg, every fucking time. Why when anything is amiss in a woman's life must it be pregnancy?! And why is it okay to ask that question?! Ugh! She loved Heather like a sister, and it probably was just a joke, but uuuuuugh!

Yes…yes I am. *eye roll emoji* I've got a killer headache that's making me queasy. I'll email Susan. Thanks.

You bet. Tell Sy I said hi. *wink emoji*

Shut up.

After a quick and concise email to her boss, she picked her phone back up. One unread message.

You there, sunshine?

She simply replied,

Get that soup ready, Captain, I'm on my way.

Up Next: Chapter Eight: Heat/Ice

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[storm-lee]

✎ 「 did you see those pap pics of STORM LEE ?? the TWENTY FIVE year old DIRECTOR is nothing but trouble. all the tabloids say that they’re +FRIENDLY, but can sometimes be -ODD, & their latest headline [ ’ PRODIGIOUS DIRECTOR COUNTERS THEIR NUDES LEAKING BY POSTING MORE THEMSELVES ’ ] isn’t exactly painting them in the best light. but who knows ?? maybe THEY will finally learn how to keep THEIR messy sh*t private !! || KIM BYEONGKWAN , WES ANDERSON+BO BURNHAM (DIRECTING CREDIT) 」||

CHARACTER NUMBER TWO LETS SEE IF THIS IS MORE COHERENT THAN JESSE’S LETS GO

tw bullying

born and raised in Hackensack, New Jersey to a korean immigrant doctor mother and a first generation american local news camera operator

grew up speaking both korean and english at home

was always a “gifted child” in school (aka now has perfectionism issues because of it)

but was always kind of the weird kid, too

like quoted movies constantly, wanted to play pretend more than anything, was kind of like a hyperactive luna lovegood growing up

got bullied a lot for it, but they somehow managed to keep the majority of their personality in tact

they broke even more out of their shell when they discovered that people could be?? not?? a boy or girl?? They found the “agender” label and fucking SOARED in the “im just gonna be myself fuck you” mentality

they chose the name “Storm” during their edgy teenage phase because they thought storms were “beautiful alluring and dangerous”. Now, they know how cringey that sounded, but they still love their name. They love watching lightning, so it still fits.

when they were fourteen, they entered a small film competition with their friends because they were bored, but they discovered that they truly loved directing? And judging by their friend’s reaction, they were good at it? Since they kept telling them what to do and adjusting the acting and yet they still loved working with them? They got third place out of twenty nominees, but it was too late; Storm was hooked on filmmaking.

They kept making little films until they were eighteen and wanted to make a film that, you know, actually portrayed kids how they were in real life? So they entered their ten minute film, simply called “Eighth Grade” into a bigger short film festival in New York.

Little did they know there was a millionaire in the audience and fell in love with their film, saying it reminded her of her own thirteen year old. She said she would contribute two million dollars to Storm for them to make a full length version of the movie. Storm would’ve been an idiot to turn her down, so they said yes and got to work. (this could totally be a connection somehow, like this millionaire could be your characters mom or something lol)

this film turned into the full length “Eighth Grade” and won every indie film festival it was entered into, praised for its raw uncensored look into what being thirteen is like in this day and age. Storm was being named “the voice of the young generation”. Storm was just honored to have people like their film so much.

but THAT was the stepping stone. Now, they were a name that producers recognized as “the young director”. They were hired to do a film called “Rushmore,” which was a start into their more quirky side, but not full on yet; it was still a bit of a low budget production.

For that film they were nominated for the golden globe for best film/comedy. They didn’t win, but there was still tons of buzz for a twenty year old directing a film that huge and that well received.

Then, there was the big one. Finally, a film that Storm could go full quirk and high contrasting color while also using their uncanny ability to, even stylized, capture how children thought. They directed Moonrise Kingdom, and it EXPLODED.

They took home the golden globe for best film comedy and the Oscar for Best Director, the youngest to even be nominated for the honor, let alone win.

Now they appear to be on a roll, directing a bunch of fun if not somewhat weird films and just fine tuning their craft more and more.

They even went through a period directing animated movies, and even though they're SUPER proud of the ones they helped create, they realized they preferred live action.

The magazines love making fun of them for being the “weirdo” of the directing community, but they dealt with worse bullies in middle school, tabloids needed to step up their game, thirteen year olds were WAY better at bringing them down than the tabloids were.

Theyre a HUGE advocate for body positivity, and love playing the extremes between masculinity and femininity. They love having some very feminine facial features like their eyes and full lips, but then has an incredibly muscular physique set with a six pack (they love the gym). Because they have no gender, they don’t feel confined to which side of them is more “beautiful.” They always try to encourage people to embrace all sides of themselves, gender affirming or not.

Pansexual with a slight andro lean, and also very sex positive.

When their nudes leaked and the tabloids went to TOWN on Storm, they released more on their own accord so the media would lose all ammunition; Storm figured they hadn’t done anything wrong, so why should they be getting all this shit? Plus, they knew they looked good

Most of the time will have their short hair in some form of pigtails, just because they think it’s cute and also plays into the whole “young director” label that got them to be in the INCREDIBLY happy place their in in their life.

even though they’re proud of their accomplishments, like 100%, they’re not really comfortable being called a “prodigy”. They’re a confident individual, but their response is always “I’m just a young person who happens to love movies, nothing prodigal about that.

OH GOOD ITS LIKE TWICE AS LONG AS JESSES RIP IM SO SORRY THANK YOU FOR READING THIS MONSTER IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR honestly wouldnt blame you if you skimmed XD

#laidbackintro #intro

[braindeadskeletons]

Speaking of music, I really like to sing, and I think I'm actually pretty good at it. I don't open up very easily at all, so if I'm honest with you I really trust you. And I've been described as the friend everyone comes to for comfort/advice, and I take that role with pride. In public, I can be very affectionate, or not affectionate at all. It really depends on what my S/O would like. But when we're home, I'm usually pretty clingy. (I hope thiat wasn't too much, or too little, info!) (2/2)

okay so I did a huge whoops and deleted the first half of this ask. Here's the first part of it:

Hi, I'm here for a matchup! (Sorry in advance if I do a lot of asks to fit in all my info). My name is Viper, I am Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Polyamorus. I am an ambivert, who normally doesn't leave my house unless asked, but once I do my inner extrovert comes out. But I can only take so much, and after a couple of hours I'll need some alone time to relax. I like to read adventure/sci-fi/horror books when I get the chance. I also am an amateur artist, who listens to music 24/7. (1/?)

Hello there! Don't worry about it at all the more information on you the merrier. Reading this you honestly sound like such an awesome person to be around with and just hangout. Like I could just say something that's been on my mind for a really long time and it's pretty heavy but you completely just listen and understand. You're just someone everybody gets along with you know? Immediately when I read everything two boys came to mind instantly and though they may be the most basic answers I'd say I got the match pretty accurate. Or at least I'd like to think so lol. Thank you so much for sending this in!

I match you with Horrortale!Sans and Undertale!Sans

Alright so immediately off the bat you may be thinking 'how the fuck did I get here?' and honestly that's a valid question. You don't exactly see the two and think that they're best friends who could both share a very cute human. Axe reflects Sans in such a way that really disturbs him. If the human just made one different decision Sans would've been left in the underground to starve with every other monster. He also isn't very fond of how Crooks appears and it kind of haunts him that in another timeline he failed Paps. Axe on the other hand isn't fond of Sans because he feels like he always acts high and mighty. He doesn't like how Sans can sit around and act like Axe is some sort of freak when Sans isn't even a completely innocent monster himself. He just acts like a lazy idiot but he isn't. It also doesn't help that whenever Axe looks at Sans he's just reminded of how his Frisk wronged him. He's reminded that he isn't the monster he used to be because of the head injury he endured and the hardships underground. As mentioned before, one wrong move and at the end of the day Sans and Axe are one of the same. They both reflect the parts of each other that they would rather live without confronting.

There's immediately a lot to unpack here from the start. Getting the two to even begin to compromise on a poly relationship with you is admittedly going to be a challenge. It would require you to be able to firmly hold your ground and get them to sort their shit out. It's a lot of conversation and trust needed in order for this to work out. In the end, they both come to the compromise after a lot of discussion and setting boundaries of what is and isn't alright with them. Sometimes they might clash a bit and have those issues resurface (its very rare since both skeletons when needed are amazing at concealing their emotions) and you'll need to act as the middleman. At the end of the day it's all worth it to them just to see you happy.

Let's start off first with Sans. It's amazing how I've gone on for a bit and I haven't even technically started. The fact that you don't really like going out of your way to go out unless asked to is a bit of a relief. It's not that Sans doesn't like socializing, it's just that a lot of the time he really needs a break to just relax on the couch and nap with you, you know? He's got a lot on his mind and Papyrus often scolds him for sleeping and with Grillby's it can at times be overwhelming when he just needs peace and quiet. Just knowing that his cute datemate isn't going to do any of that helps him relax. It's going to be a lot of just enjoying each other's company even if it's quiet at the start. The silence between you two isn't ever uncomfortable though, just enjoying your company is enough for him. Of course there will actually be times where he does offer you to go to Grillby's and when you say yes he's always really happy to share his favorite bar with you. When you two sit together at his usual spot it's a lot of him joking around with you and absolutely looking at you with heart eyes when he gets a certain genuine laugh out of you. He's actually teased about it a lot the few times you don't accept his offer to go to Grillby's. Sans lives to see you smile with his jokes and he just tells them that they're jealous he ended up with such a cute datemate and they didn't. If you ever find yourself exhausted and you need to go home after you're bone tired just tell him and he'll teleport you right home no hassle.

Once you reach a certain point in your relationship Sans will start to gradually accept your affection. You'll need to ease him into it, since he's really not used to anybody besides his brother showing him any sort of affection. Of course before this he's absolutely bombarding you with flirty puns numerous times but physical affection? That's going to take a while. However once he's used to it you can absolutely smother him all you want. He'll only get embarrassed if it's in a public place like Grillbys but he's good at hiding it for the most part. In front of people like his brother he'll still be a little unsure but for the most part it's like a running joke where Pap yells at him to knock it off and Sans pushes his buttons a little. It often goes a little like this:

Papyrus: SANS! I DEMAND THAT YOU UNHAND THE HUMAN THIS INSTANT!

Sans, a hand on your waist: what human?

Papyrus: THE ONE IN YOUR POSSESSION

Sans, pulling you closer: this human?

Papyrus: SANS

Sans: this one right here?

Papyrus: SANS STOP

Sans, moving his hands a little lower:

Papyrus: SANS PLEASE WE'RE SURROUNDED BY CHILDREN THIS IS A HUMAN CHILD'S 5TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

It's all in good fun and he never goes further than that. The one place he'll draw the line is if you get a little too sexual for him in public. Especially if his brother is right there. He prefers to keep that stuff just between you and him.

Okay now onto Axe! Unlike Sans, Axe would rather stay inside for the rest of his life than go outside. His appearance discourages him from wanting to do so. If you're with him this mentality will probably be projected onto you as well. He won't really ask you to go out anywhere (unless it's somewhere he specifically knows will make you happy) so in terms of that don't expect much from him. Axe is really happy that you don't really like going out either way and you'd rather spend time with him inside the house where it's safe, warm, and he can keep an eye out for you. It's comforting to him that he can know where you are and that you're happy with him. His favorite moments with you are when you've got your head in a book and he sees your face relax as you get lost in your own little world. It's just the cutest thing. Axe absolutely adores the fact that you're clingy because unlike his counterpart (assuming that at this point he obviously trusts you) it doesn't take time for him at all to want to cuddle you, hold you in his arms, kiss you, etc. He's shy about none of it. The only thing you'd really need to look out for is when you try and initiate affection yourself. It's not that it's unwelcomed; he just doesn't take surprises well due to the nature of his underground. Make sure that you let him know what's coming and you'll both be perfectly fine. During the few times that you two are in public together he's not shy about showing the world that you're his. The only time where he might ask you to step back a little is when you're with his brother. He doesn't like Crooks seeing stuff like this because he still has an instinct to protect him from things. Not that you'd ever try anything of course.

An aspect about you that both skeletons greatly appreciate is how you're very honest with the people that you love and that you act as the friend who listens. They've both found themselves in the same position as you and now that you're dating both of them it's a wonderful change of pace. You all can sit down and vent to each other instead of only listening to others rant and you all absolutely trust each other. Honesty and integrity are both traits the skeletons really look for in a datemate. There's basically no secrets between the three of you and for your skeleton boys thats definitely new for them. As for your talent with singing and art? They genuinely can't get enough of either. Whenever you draw something? Sans will literally stare and wonder how he ended up with someone as talented as you meanwhile Axe has already grabbed the drawing and put it on the fridge. If you ever try and talk yourself down both of them are immediately on your case about how you shouldn't put yourself down and that everything you make is a masterpiece. Axe will literally also ask you who the fuck made you think like that and where do they live. He isn't joking. Sans won't be as vocal about it as Axe is but he's listening in as well. With your singing they both love your voice to pieces. Sans will hype you up to every single person at Grillby's and even encourage you to let others hear your talent. If not, that's cool too. He can just sit and listen at home. Axe mostly likes to ask for you to sing to him when he's having a really rough day or when it's late at night and you're both alone. What can he say? It helps him sleep.

#okay so maybe I got a little carried away #this was just so much fun to do i love these #also! if you were wondering why i never mentioned anything regarding your sexuality or gender identity #its because i don't really think the boys would care #you can't help who you are #they'll love you either way #anyways thank you so much for sending this in! #Horrortale #Undertale #Undertale x reader #Horrortale x reader #reader #y/n #x reader #Undertale sans #horrortale sans #undertale sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #matchup #undertale matchup #long post

[cluelessnamelessao3]

But It’s Not Funny

7. I Know

You spent the morning at Sans’ house. He cooked for you, which was nice, considering you’d caused him nothing but trouble—or at least, based on context, you assumed you’d caused him nothing but trouble (you couldn’t exactly remember).

All in all, he was just a nice person.

Part of you wanted to squint at him, furrow your brows, frown maybe, and wonder why he was being so fucking kind when he truly owed you nothing—the world was made of the worst kinds of people. No one was just inherently good, they all just wanted something. (Most of them just wanted some god damn fucking peace and quiet in a world of chaos, and, well, you couldn’t exactly blame them).

But… you couldn’t bring yourself to truly be suspicious of him. The shy, little smile he had given you as he placed a plate full of eggs and toast in front of you… it thoroughly disarmed you. He was being so domestic, and doing his best to cure your killer hangover, all while cracking jokes and making inane puns (“These are eggsellent,” “do these jokes crack you up?” and your personal favourite, “I think this is eggsactly what you need.”)

For being such a major dork, there was something so dangerously charming about him. On the other hand, and even more prominent than his cocky, jokester persona, there was a tiredness you could see in his eyes—a tiredness that you connected with.

He’d obviously been through something. Hell, he’d probably been through a lot of somethings, and you didn’t know, and you could never be sure because maybe he was just an always exhausted person; one of those people with issues getting enough sleep or staying asleep.

But it didn’t really seem like that was it. He seemed… like he knew something you didn’t. His eyes, their hollowness, the dimness of the pupils when he thought you weren’t looking, showed a sort of sorrow you weren’t sure what to do with.

And, when you’d screamed? He’d been startled, sure, but he’d glossed over it in a way… that was comforting, but not humiliating. It was like he was… was… agh, you didn’t even know what you didn’t know at this point.

In any case, you weren’t entirely sure what you thought of him other than that he was funny and sometimes nice.

It was much too soon to be trusting someone and thinking so fondly of them, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?

You’d have to keep your distance if you wanted to stay safe.

“What’s rattlin’ ‘round in that head o’ yours?”

His voice stirred you from your thoughts and you blinked at him confusedly for a moment as you regained your senses. You shifted on the padded seat, picking up your glass of water to take a sip. He had some scrambled eggs in front of him, drowning in ketchup, but you hadn’t even seen him actually eat any of them. They just kind of… disappeared when you weren’t looking.

“Just thinkin’ ‘bout, uh, multiverse theory…” you answered with the first thing that came to mind—which wasn’t exactly a lie, you were always thinking about things like that, multiverse theory, Schrödinger’s cat, how a black hole worked, etc. Just the puzzles of the world that your brain couldn’t exactly wrap around.

But when you mentioned the theory, you could have sworn, for just a second, his eyes darkened considerably, but then he blinked, and they were back to normal and you were left wondering if maybe the light had played a trick on you.

He tried a new question, “So what was that… back at the bar? Why so early in the day?”

“What? You don’t start drinking at like… noon?”

He laughed and shrugged. That wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes.

“Was it for fun or…?” Sans let his voice trailed off while he studied your face.

Your head tilted to the side as you considered his question, “Uhm, I guess I just wanted something to… lighten the mood, or… what have you…” You laughed, for a reason unbeknownst to you, “And by the lighten the mood, I really just meant, lighten my mood…”

He nodded, a stiff smile on his face, “Did somethin’ happen?”

You shrugged, indicating this was not a topic you were going to encourage discussing. Thankfully, he took the hint.

You took a bite of the eggs, savouring the texture and taste before swallowing.

He was staring at you and you tried not to be bothered by it. You ate another bite. He stared a little bit more. You could feel sweat begin to gather at the back of your neck, you scooped up another bite. He was still staring.

“Is there something on my face or am I just that good looking?” You asked around a mouthful of eggs.

“Er, just wonderin’… what… was that this morning?”

You swallowed, trying not to choke on your food, “Uh, anxiety attack.”

“Anxiety attack?”

“Yeah… it’s…” you took a deep and calming breath, “something I experience from time to time… there can be things that trigger them… but… it also can just be anxiety building up and up… until it, uh, sort of boils over in the worst way possible…”

“Hmm, okay.” He looked like he wanted to ask more but opted not to. You were grateful for that small mercy.

Silence fell between the two of you as you speared some more of your scrambled eggs onto your fork. A sudden realization hit you and you felt a wave of alarm, “OH, fuck, what time is it? I had work today!”

Your silverware clattered to your plate as you stood abruptly, a panicked expression on your face, “Fuck and I just left Luna at home all day. Oh god… I’m the worst.”

Sans got up too, albeit with a sense of calmness that you just couldn’t replicate at the moment, “Slow down, Smalls, I… uh, I called Frisk because you were out cold and I, uh, I told them you’d worked yourself to the bone, so you were feelin’ a bit ill and all.”

Your shoulders slumped with relief, “Oh…”

Why are you being so nice? You wanted to ask, but the words died on your lips as you took in his expression. He looked… so nostalgic, like he was reliving something, and you couldn’t tell if it had to do with you or if it was something back in his head—something you couldn’t see.

You settled for a short, “Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s hurry. I feel like such a bad dog parent. Poor baby…”

The two of you walked in companionable silence the couple of blocks to your apartment building. You paused outside the building, “Why didn’t you take me home yesterday?”

“Well,” he looked sheepish, “I tried to ask where you lived, but you didn’t really answer.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been here before!”

“I’ve been here exactly once,” he argued, “Besides, I didn’t know the way from Grillby’s. I wasn’t trying to be a numbskull.” He smiled and you rolled your eyes at his dumb joke.

“Well, bonehead, thank you for takin’ care of me.”

You were about to walk into the apartment when his boney hand darted and gripped your elbow. You blinked, slightly startled, and not liking the way your skin crawled at being touched. He seemed to notice your tension and let go immediately.

“Sorry—I was just… I was wonderin’ if you wanted to stop by tonight, Paps is makin’ spaghetti and wants you and some friends to come by to enjoy it…” He looked so proud talking about his brother.

You weren’t exactly a social person, and you certainly didn’t like to go out places—especially when you’d already been outside of your comfort zone for so long already, but someone with such a sincerely deep and true affection for their brother… had a kind of integrity you just couldn’t say no to.

“Sure,” you said softly.

“Cool. See you then, smalls.”

 You weren’t sure what state you had expected your apartment to be in when you got there, but a dog on its own for over a day was never a good thing. When you opened the door, though, you were pleasantly surprised.

Luna turned out to be fine, if not a little frantic—and then incredibly excited once she noticed you had come home. You swept through the house to make sure she didn’t have an accident, then clipped on her vest and leash to take her for a long, and well deserved, walk. It was nice to just walk, enjoying the company of your sweet companion, and not have to worry about social graces, or whether or not you were being odd or cold or… or insensitive or any of the things people had accused you of in the past.

These were your times in which you could just be, and you savoured every minute of it.

The walk was nice, it helped to clear your head from the events of the last two days. Luna was also glad to be outside and reunited with you. Even though it had been far less than twenty-four hours since you had last seen her, she had probably felt like it’d been ages.

To your surprise and dismay, a very familiar fish-like monster and a not-so-familiar lizard-like monster stood outside the door to your apartment.

“Hey!” You called.

They turned together to stare, but it was Undyne who spoke, “Hey, little punk!”

Luna barked once, short and low and you hushed her quickly—she’d never really forgiven Undyne for threatening you so much.

“Hey Luna,” Undyne greeted easily, not intimidated in the least by the short and stocky dog, “Have ya been keepin’ the pipsqueak safe?”

You scoffed, “I can keep myself safe!”

The smaller monster, a yellow creature that looked like some sort of mix between a lizard and a dinosaur, chuckled and mumbled something quietly to Undyne which had the boisterous fish-woman blushing with embarrassment.

“Hmpf,” Undyne snorted, “Anyway, you haven’t met yet, right?” She asked, gesturing between you and the little dinosaur-like monster. Undyne continued without waiting for a response, “This little lady is Alphys, she used to be the royal scientist…”

The little monster—Alphys—waved at you meekly, “N-not anymore, though.”

Her nervousness made you nervous. You waved shyly back.

Undyne had to work hard not to yell at the two of you for being so soft.

Apparently the two had come because they’d heard from Frisk you were under the weather. You let them into your small, cosy apartment and set about making tea for the cute couple.

“So, how long have you guys been together?” You asked casually, finding their flustered interactions both adorable and ridiculous. If you remembered correctly, this Alphys was the monster that Undyne was head over heels for.

Undyne sputtered, her blue scales turning a flattering purple-red hue, “That’s, uh, we’re… heh, punk, you’re a little jokester, aren’tcha?” Her smile was too wide, too strained, and the panic in her one visible eye hinted that perhaps you’d teased a little too much.

You had to fix this, “Oh, uh, er, well, I, yeah, I was just kidding, sorry! Y-you guys just seem like such good friends… Yeah… friends…”

That was smooth, you sighed.

It seemed to work well enough though because the tension in the room lessened considerably. Alphys hadn’t actually seemed phased, maybe she hadn’t heard you—or maybe she was still frozen with mortification. You hoped it was the former.

Undyne slammed her hands onto the counter, making you drop the mug you’d been holding. Thankfully, it didn’t break. You shot her a glare, and she had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“S-sorry, punk, just had an epitome.”

“Epitome?” You asked, incredulous.

“Is that not the right word?” She looked over to Alphys for help.

“D-d-did you mean to s-say epiphany?” The small dinosaur’s voice was the slightest bit scratchy, and a little nasally. It was so quiet that you had to lean in to hear her speak.

“Yeah!” Undyne exclaimed, not at all bothered by her word-choice mishap, “I had an epiphany!”

Suddenly she turned on you, her eyes narrowed and grin wide with devious glee, “A little birdy told me that you and Sans had a little date at Grillby’s!” She snickered, “And that you went home with him.”

“So?” You asked, indifferently.

“So, Sans doesn’t just take anyone home. Plus,” she said, enunciating each word with enthusiasm, “He invited you to dinner tonight—A dinner that was supposed to be just for close friends… which means that… you and Sans…”

She jabbed her finger into your shoulder, pointing at you accusingly, “Is there something your best pal, Undyne needs to know about you and Sansy?”

You laughed despite yourself, “Oh god, no, nothing like that…”

She frowned; disbelief clear in her features. You insisted, “No, Undyne, I’m serious—” you snorted, “Literally, I got really drunk yesterday and Sans found me at the bar and took me back to his house—”

Undyne was waggling her eyebrows suggestively and you waved off her ridiculous behaviour.

“Nothing happened. Like, nothing actually happened. I think I threw up and he took care of me,” you could feel your face light up with your own embarrassment. In a smaller voice you mumbled, “Uh, is it okay that I go to the dinner? If… If I’m not like close friends with anyone?”

Alphys spoke up, effectively silencing whatever Undyne had been about to say, “No!”

“No?” You felt your stomach drop with disappointment.

“N-no! I mean, yes! I… I mean that…” She flailed her claws, looking more and more distressed with each word, “I mean that no, no one would mind, and yes, we want you there. Frisk… F-Frisk would want you there, too.”

Her stuttering assurances didn’t actually assuage any of your newfound doubts, but as you spent the rest of the evening with the duo, you found yourself forgetting your insecurities and just enjoying their company.

As it turned out, you and Alphys had some things in common—mainly, an appreciation for anime. And while you were no ‘anime connoisseur,’ you also weren’t a newbie when it came to the topic. The two of you, with Undyne’s occasional input, swapped a few show suggestions with the promise of having a nerd-night marathon.

Soon enough it was time to head to Sans’ and Papyrus’ house.

The walk wasn’t long enough, you didn’t exactly feel prepared to be around people again, and you hadn’t gotten any time to recuperate. Undyne and Alphys chatted awkwardly, both slightly flustered by the other’s presence. It was so obvious they liked each other; you couldn’t understand why they weren’t already dating. If there were ever such things as soulmates, Alphys and Undyne would be the perfect example.

They, as a pair, were asymmetrical. Alphys, quiet, meek, smart, and Undyne, rash, bold, brave. They were so very different, but they both had in common their burning passion. A passion, a determination, you weren’t sure you’d ever felt before.

Taking in the sight of these two awkward lovebirds filled you with… envy. You wanted a friendship like that… hell, maybe you just wanted a relationship even the slightest bit close to their bond.

You laughed your discomfort off, pushing back your feelings of envy as you smiled and talked and joked with the two monsters.

Papyrus was ecstatic to see you, though he did not move to pick you up or touch you—you appreciated his respect of your boundaries. It even sounded like he was trying to lower his volume when talking to you.

You felt your heart squeeze with a sudden rush of affection for the impossibly tall and kind skeleton.

Dinner went well, though you did not expect how many people would be there. Frisk and the ever-pleasant Toriel greeted you when you walked into the house, and a large, furred beast—similar in appearance, though much broader, to Toriel—waved, a gregarious smile on his face. He introduced himself as Asgore—former king of all monsters, you tried not to be intimidated by that title. You also tried not to be intimidated by his towering form, he had to duck down just to fit in the house properly. Now that you noticed it, Toriel also had to stoop slightly just to fit comfortably.

You felt so small. You could feel the beginnings of panic creeping up your back to latch itself around your throat, making breathing hard. You were introduced to another monster (a cat-like one, Catty?) and another (and alligator this time? Bratty?). Another (Aaron?). Another (Shyren?). Another. And another. The names were beginning to blur and the faces, though new and distinct each time, were not memorable.

You felt out of place.

You just wanted a familiar face, but instead you kept being side-tracked, interrupted, blocked, and jostled around by all the people mingling in the house.

Your hands were shaking, and you found yourself in a corner of what looked to be the living room. It had transformed considerably from when you’d been there earlier. Probably Papyrus—you couldn’t imagine Sans working to prepare the house for company—had placed a table with various snacks in the centre of the room, which a few guests had permanently parked themselves beside.

Maybe later, once you’d orientated yourself just the slightest bit more, you’d head over there and grab some food before it was all gone.

But for now? You’d… just… take it slow. It would be bad enough to panic in a public setting. It was somehow worse to be panicking at your new friends’ house. They’d—or Sans, really—had invited you, Undyne and Alphys had gone out of their way to make sure you came, and everyone you’d met had been nice. You had no reason to be panicking.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the corner; you just wanted to hide and observe. You weren’t sure you really wanted to be here anymore.

Was it selfish to wish that Frisk or Undyne had stayed with you? That Papyrus would have made sure you were alright? Or that Alphys—who was also a shy character—would have understood your nervousness and kept you company? Or… Or that Sans… the monster that had invited you in the first place, would have sought you out? Would have cracked a few jokes, gotten you to laugh, and made sure you felt comfortable among these new people…?

You felt selfish for wanting them to choose you above these people they’d known for much longer, because, honestly, you’d only known them for a few weeks—a month, maybe? And, really, you’d only known Frisk for that long.

“hi…”

You blinked, startled, “H-hello.”

“s-sorry for bothering you… you just looked… nice… oh… I hope I’m not bothering you…” the voice was so meek and small. It made you feel slightly better to know you weren’t the only one out of your element.

You looked up, studying the… monster in front of you. They looked like one of those cartoon ghosts you’d drawn as a child. You gave them a hesitant smile and the ghost-like creature blushed shyly.

“You’re not bothering me… I was, uh, actually, it’s really nice to meet you. What’s… what’s your name?”

“…Napstablook…”

You introduced yourself, feeling more at ease with the friendly little monster beside you. Napstablook, though a bit awkward and a bit sad, was nice.

You stuck with them for most of the party. Papyrus was making rounds through the guests, and seemed beyond ecstatic you’d found a friend, and Frisk, who seemed to be the life of the party, eventually found their way over to you again, introducing you as ‘The Boss’ to their little armless friend—Monster Kid.

Everything considered, despite your initial misgivings, you were glad you decided to come.

It wasn’t until later, when you were finally home and curled up in bed with your lovely companion, Luna, you realized: you hadn’t seen Sans at all. You tried not to feel offended, but you were a bit disappointed, he’d invited you after all…

You mentally shook off the feeling and let yourself drift to sleep.

The buzzing of your phone woke you though. You groaned, shifting around under the heavy covers to grab your phone off of the nightstand.

The screen was glaringly bright, and you squinted at it for a few moments as your eyes adjusted. One new message. Your eyes flicked up to the time, it was too god damn late for this shit, or maybe too fucking early.

Sansational [3:00 am]

sorry i missed you at the party. lunch?

You shook your head, smiling slightly. Lunch would be great. Your eyes closed once more, and you fell asleep dreaming off bright places with smiling faces. Everything was okay for today.

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Fifteen hours. 

That was how long you had been in labor, officially speaking.

Thankfully you were more than prepared for when this occurred, all the needed supplies in a bag at the door for any time. Sans had obsessed over having the bag ready in time, constantly checking it over and over again to make sure everything was there. You and Papyrus both had reassured him that it would be okay, but your husband would hear nothing of it.

It surprised you really, how the labor process crept up on you. It was nothing like what the movies depicted, at least not in the beginning phases. You had felt some intermittent cramping in your stomach starting around one in the afternoon, but that was nothing new. Braxton-Hicks, as your doctor had called them, were a common thing to happen in the later stages of pregnancy as your body prepared for birth.

The thing about these cramps, though, is that they didn’t stay intermittent. The relative closeness gradually grew closer together as you went about your nighttime routine. Sans was worrying, of course, because you were only thirty-seven weeks along and shouldn’t be in labor yet, but you told him it was probably fine. 

Your water broke around eleven that night. 

Papyrus had an early morning shift at the hospital, so Sans opted to let him get what little sleep he could before trying to wake him. You told him to leave a sticky note somewhere he would see it so he wouldn’t panic from the both of you suddenly disappearing. Your husband was so nervous for the twins to be born that he was visibly shaking in his half laced sneakers. The two of you managed to shortcut over to the hospital with no issue, but that was where the smoothness of the process stopped.

For whatever reason, despite checking into the exact same hospital that Papyrus worked at, the front desk lady refused to let you check-in. She claimed that monsters were not allowed in the facility, and you outright refused to let Sans wait outside for the birth of his first children. For a half-hour, you argued with her, gradually growing more and more uncomfortable with the intensity of your contractions ramping up. 

The fighting finally ended when you called Papyrus. It made you feel downright guilty and horrible, to call him at almost midnight when he had to be up in a few hours anyway. However, once you explained, he came striding in twenty minutes after your phone call, flashed his employee badge, and got you squared away in a room. 

Sans was a complete nervous wreck, trying to do anything to be useful in easing your pain. You knew he hated seeing you in pain with a burning passion, so you did your best to quell his worries. Your best solution at the time was to give him the most scientific answer you could remember your doctor told you about labor. 

While the explanation itself was simple, it did appear to ease Sans’ non-existent nerves for a bit. For the majority of the time, he and Papyrus chatted with you at your bedside and played the waiting game. There wasn’t much else they could do, aside from that, anyway. The twins decided when it was time, not you. 

A few other doctors and nurses bustled in and out, checking up on your progress and making sure you were hydrated and mentally ready. Sans was on edge any time someone who wasn’t him or his brother came close to you, and the first time that the doctor went to check on your dilation, he almost ripped the poor woman’s arm off. Papyrus had taken him outside for a quick chat because of that, scolding his brother and telling him this was a necessary part of the process. After the little conversation, Sans had calmed down considerably, chatting with you in the minutes you were awake between small naps. 

“how are you feeling now, lamb chop?” he asked you softly around four in the morning. If you were going to be completely honest, you were feeling like an utter wreck. Your body was getting close to giving birth, that much you could tell based on the sheer intensity of the contractions you felt. Each one hit so hard it practically stole your breath away from you. 

“I could be doing a lot better, to be honest with you,” you grumbled truthfully. “But if it means we get to hold our little ones that much sooner, I would be more than happy to bear this burden.” 

Sans grinned tensely at you as Papyrus wandered back in with another cup of water for you. He was the best nurse you had ever had in your life, and you couldn’t picture having someone else on hand for you.

“Thanks, Paps, are you sure this isn’t a bother? I know you have your shift starting in two hours.” The taller brother waved a hand at you dismissively, handing you the water and taking a seat. 

“No, Not A Bother At All! What Kind Of Brother In Law Would I Be If I Wasn’t Here To Support My Family?” His smile was catching, and you found yourself breaking into a grin at his words, despite the intense pain you felt. Sans chuckled nervously from your side, stroking a few more hairs away from the sweat on your forehead.

There was chatter for a few more hours, and then you felt the strongest urge to push yet. You managed to keep from yelping or screaming, but the look on your face must have tipped Papyrus off to what you were thinking. Faster than you thought he could move, he was out of the room and grabbing the doctors and nurses for you. Sans was a little confused but clued in quick.

“is it time??” he asked, almost panicking if the tightness of his eye-light was anything to go by. You were incapable of speech, but you managed to nod and sit up just a little on your hospital bed. He helped you up just a little, then moved enough that the doctors could do what they needed to do as they came in. 

Thus began the most painful minutes of your life as you began to work with your body to bring your children into the world. It felt akin to having someone dousing your entire lower half from the ribs down in gasoline and lighting it on fire. Sans was murmuring encouragement and praises in one ear while holding your hand, while Papyrus was holding the other and quietly cheering you on. 

Seconds stretched into miniature eternities for you, your every nerve lighting up with pain signals. At some point, you’re pretty sure you cursed whoever came up with the idea to cause this much pain to a body in labor, sending both Sans and Papyrus into light chuckles before focusing back in. You pushed with all your might, trying to remember how to breathe, and concentrating on anything but the pain.

A sudden cry broke your train of thought, snapping the three of your’s attention to the doctor on the other end. She held up a bloodied little mess, placing it gently on the small paper they had on your chest, allowing you to get a better look. 

A baby.

Your baby.

Sans was instantly sobbing over the little mass of bone and flesh, a proper hybrid of human and monster combined. Papyrus was still very much in encouraging brother mode, though if you looked, you thought you could see the faintest sparkle of tears in his sockets. You were relieved that they were crying, breathing, and well, removing the hand Papyrus held from its hold to gently cradle the little bundle.

It wasn’t long before your body decided to start trying to work the second baby into the world as well. It took all you had to not start screaming with this one, your body still sore from bringing your firstborn into the world. Sans was allowed to cradle his newborn once they were cleaned up, though he could very easily do that with one arm. His other hand went to holding yours again as the labor process continued.

Thirteen minutes after your first baby was born, their twin was brought into the world, screaming and crying just as the first had and very similar in appearance. You were too tired physically to emote much outside, but your heart burst with joy as you got to hold your baby in your arms. Sans was still holding to the first with his one eye-light formed into a large and fuzzy heart shape. 

“Wow, They Are So Tiny!” Papyrus whisper exclaimed, trying not to wake the infants. “Who Would Have Guessed That They Would Be So Small To Start?” You couldn’t help but smile at that and checked on the baby you were holding. They had a solid grasp on your finger right now, and you were pretty sure your heart was melting.

“Yeah, babies start out pretty small to begin with, but they’ll grow quickly,” you murmured softly, gently rocking the infant. Papyrus caught the edge of exhaustion in your voice, carefully pulling the baby out of your grasp. Comparatively, they were minuscule in his grip, but it was too adorable for you to make a joke about it.

“get some rest, lamb chop,” Sans said softly from your side, pressing his teeth to your forehead. “you’ve done a lot of laboring today, and you deserve a rest.” Papyrus automatically groaned and tipped his skull backward.

“Must You Ruin A Tender Moment With Puns??” he asked in exasperation. Sans merely chuckled, and you smiled in return. Your eyelids were drooping closed, bit by bit, until you fell asleep to the sounds of quiet bickering between the brothers. After you fell asleep, Sans took a moment to look at the twins. 

“wow... i never thought that i would be so lucky as to have you two in my life,” he murmured, gently running his phalanges over one of their cheeks. “but here you are. stars... you two are my little miracles, and i love you with all of my soul. i can’t promise that i’ll remember everything, but i know that i’ll never stop loving either of you. welcome to the world...”

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And that’s the end of the saga!! This is a (extremely late) gift for @popatochisssp on my little baby series!! This was a lot of fun to write, and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out!! Thank you to everyone who kept up with it, and thank you for reading!

Who knows, I may return with a Family Life Shenanigans series later!~

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four   Part Five

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