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iamtheempress · 2 years

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Leaving a Bad Relationship, Hometown 1200 miles away

TW Emotionally Abusive Relationship (ex Fiance)

Hi if you know me well you know part or all of my current situation that led me to post this here.

I have been in a long standing relationship with my boyfriend for 6 years, he and i were a good match despite our geography and the fact we originally met online before becoming exclusive to one another.

4 years ago i took the leap and jumped into the next phase of our relationship and drove myself who was madly in love and reeling over the idea that my homestate kept me in a rut i couldnt escape, down from Connecticut to Arkansas to meet and eventually live with him; little did i know the storm i had incoming on the horizon.

I want to preface first all of the parts here that need to be made apparent so buckle in if you want to understand why the fuck im here and leaving as soon as possible.

As normal couples, we had minor arguements here and there in our apartment and they were if anything, petty, forgettable and to any other person easy to overcome as a unit. Come 2020 we started becoming closer and closer due to covid literally keeping us together in the same apartment, and our jobs being considered essential. Since 2020 i worked from home and since had no issue in it and i can stay with my new puppy who would soon become my best friend and emotional support animal.

My job became predomidantly all work from home so it was more than convienient, i was in favor of it because he used my car to get from home to work because BOTH of his trucks were inoperable and unpredictable. I would get groceries and other stuff delivered throughout the start of covid and still do to this day and with aid and discounts from my company.

Towards the end of 2020 he did something thag blew me away and made me the happiest woman in that moment on the planet.

He proposed to me.

2021. I being the newly proposed to fiance was more than elated to flaunt my proposal, made pinterest boards, looked up and down on Etsy for dresses and other little odds and ends for a wedding as one would do when they are absolutely in love and excited and ready to get started in prepping for a big day i never thought id see. I took care of this ring like it was my life line. Everyone in my one discord server and beyond knew i loved him and in my eyes he was mister perfect... never spoke a bad word about him.. ever...

Things took a turn at one point.. during 2021 and then gradually startef to get worse when arguements, started by him that didnt really have any sort of reason as to WHY he was mad.. and his explanations were incredibly vague and from there i couldnt fix my problems.. so i started walking on eggshells and paying attention.. to everything... he became a hair trigger in terms of things to get angry at. And got worse. Much worse. Blaming me for everything and anything possible.

Claiming the reasons for how he talks to me were a fault of my own and if i want to continue living the life i dreamed w him, i need to stop what im doing thats making him so angry with me.

Again, no clarification just "if you paid attention youd know."

If there were times where anyone could be a fly on the wall in September on to now youd tell me to "GET OUT" it wasnt a matter of what i was doing was bad, i just didnt know what the hell it was... and i was made out to be horrible and "the worst" because "i just dont see how bad i really am".

In late November i get a call from him i dreaded.

He wanted to call off the engagement. with some minor back and forth and of course my panic attacks rising and soon regular migraines.. i started to panic and i became scared and reserved, li.. the next day he tells me during an arguement the reason he broke it off is because

"i was too pushy to get married."

You read that right. I was too pushy because i looked up venues and dresses and how much everything would cost.. and made harmleas jokes about going to the courthouse to get married..

Thats the straw that broke the camels back and the end of us as i knew it because his whole personality did a full fucking 180..

He became cold and bitter to me... he wouldnt lift a finger to help me around the apartment, wouldnt pay any bills.. would COMPLAIN if i asked for money othet then rent or the cheap cheap electric bill... he wouldnt talk to me for days on end and if so it was short.. rude.. and cruel.

Everything about him prior wasnt affectionate but this was worse and it wasnt getting better.. he wouldnt address me as hun anymore.. hed address me as "woman" or "fatty" id go to sleep crying hating myself for letting it get to this and eventually blamed myself for us becoming boyfriend and girlfriend again instead of being his fiance..

He insisted from then to not say anything to our families to avoid the fall out and save face.

I agreed.. cuz i thought wed bounce back.

We havent and wont.

Needless to say after 5 months of realization and dispondency from what i assumed was my happily ever after is my waking nightmare, where im being picked on and bullied openly in xbox parties and keeping it silent when infront of people who love and care avout me. Im suffering and i got no relief or sympathy, and treated as "a mistake" "the worst" and a multitude of other names and hurtful comments towards me as a person, a woman, and his ex fiance...

Theres plenty of other things i can say but honestly if you need proof i have 2 years of texts he and i shared as proof..

As of writing this i broke up with him 4/15 of this year..

He has admitted to me as of 5/8/22 he uas told me the reason why he treated me the way he did, since his personality shift from absolutely abhorrent and heartless to caring and kind was so drastic. His reasoning still shakes the foundation of what i know to be on the level of reasonable. Im quoting him here

After i asked him why he was the way he was for 6 months he said he wanted to "sever any and all relationships he had with friends, family, and me in order to 'disapear because no one will care about him'" and that he "gave up on that ever happening with me because i will still care" he never took into account how badly this would affect me mentally and socially as a person.

So as i post this today i have one request from yall who made it this far.. if you can help me during this time it would be appreciated.. i am going to be driving cross country with aid of my grandfather and as you know gas is pricey.. on top of that i have to pay my share of fees for the eviction pay and with me leaving in june and the date for eviction being in July.. i need help.. i have to pack my companion dog with me and several items ive accumulated over the years.. i never would have asked if my situation wasnt dicey and money consuming.. i will absolutely post an update when i am on my way home.

Im going to be going home May 29th

I dont have time to make a GoFund Me but ill literally update my post when im home safe.

My paypal is @SuperSEmpress

Venmo @Carlie-Cannone

Thank you so much for listening in my time of need. I love yall.

~ Empress

#itsempress #im scared to post this to any other tag because idk what to post

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writteninkat · 3 years

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BNHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU SINGING A DIRTY LINE FROM A SONG

w/ katsuki, eijiro, shoto

warnings: suggestive scenes

note: all characters are aged up

part 2

KATSUKI

you have your earphones, booty shorts and sports bra on, it's 2:11 am and you're dancing your way towards the kitchen

little did you know the grumpy blond boy aka your boyfriend aka bakugou katsuki was right behind you

he would have walked beside you but the way your booty shorts hugged your ass perfectly is looking like a beautiful renaissance painting right now

you enter the dorm's kitchen and immediately head for the cupboards where you know momo keeps her expensive snacks

the way you have to stretch your arm upwards and raise your leg (knee) on the counter to grab what you want has katsuki swallowing thickly

"pussy talented, it do cartwheels. and he pay cause he like how that part feels."

you tear the snack open, excited to pop the chocolate covered almonds in your mouth only for another hand to push them on the counter

you jump and spin around, placing your palm on your chest as you breathe heavily

"katsuki bakugou what the fuck are you doing?!" your heart's beating rapidly from the surprise, your tummy is growing impatient and you have to whisper-yell at your boyfriend so you wouldn't wake your classmates or much worse- aizawa sensei

"what are you doing? walking around with only a pair of underwear and then talking dirty like that?" katsuki mutters ynder his breath, his hand light on your hip as he presses his body onto you

"I was hungry."

katsuki looks at you with lust-filled eyes, hands squeezing the skin on either side of your body. "your snacks will have to wait, princess."

EIJIRO

your boyfriend invited you over to "study". you knew what he meant by study but you didn't finish your math homework yet and your boyfriend has, so now he's impatiently waiting for you as you finish your hw

you have earphones on, music on full blast so you don't have to hear his whining

your eyes and hands are completely taken by the homework but your ears and mouth are on the music's side

oh, how you loved this song. you remember it playing in the radio everytime when you were younger. you loved the melody, but you never thought once about its lyrics.

"baby, all through the night I'll make love to you. like you want me to."

yeah- eijiro just snaps like a twig

in a second he's slipping your pencil from your fingers, closing your notebook and textbook and manhandling you on his bed, pinning you on it

"sorry pebble, but the way you kept twirling your hair and pressing your pencil on your lip..." eijiro swipes his thumb over your lower lip, "and the way you didn't give me any attention since you came in..."

eijiro has a wide, desperate smile on his face.

"I'm needy."

he leans over, lips feathering over the shell of your ear as his hot breath tickles you, sending shivers up your spine

"and what did you say just a moment ago? all through the night you'll make love to me? like how i want you to?"

"eijiro it was a s-"

"shhhh. no take backs."

SHOTO

you know when your favorite song even way back in childhood is a sexual song but you never thought anything about it cause you never paid attention to the lyrics nor have you understood the meaning behind it?

yeeeaaahhh that's exactly how it is with Shoto, except you're the clueless one and he's the one blushing madly like you're naked in front of him

you're at his house, Shoto's reading his book while you're scrolling through your phone, earphones plugged in

you're scrolling through instagram, smiling when your favorite song starts playing

Shoto notices you bopping your head to the song with a wide grin on your face, and he smiles as well, happy you're happy (he's a sweet lil bean pls 😭)

"sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me."

for the whole day Shoto is a blushing mess- he couldn't get over the fact that you were into those kinds of stuff!

well, the two of you never talked about it, but if you wanted to try it then Shoto was willing to try it as well- the two of you might like it, who knows?

the next day, you're chilling in your room when you hear a knock on your door

you smile at the sight of your boyfriend, only for that smile to falter into a questioning look when you see just how embarrassed and nervous he looks

you invite him in, noticing the big red paper bag he has with him

"Shoto, what's up? You're all nervous and red and..." You look at the bag, "what's up with that?"

Despite being in his current state, you don't see your boyfriend's hands tremble even once when he takes out the chains and whips he bought

he had bought it with his dad's credit card and paid an extra fee for it to be delivered the next day just cause he knows he wouldn't be able to wait another day with the embarrassment growing inside him

your eyes widen at all the silver and black leather in his hands, your brows furrowing

"d-do you- do you wanna try it?" you ask, eyes rapidly looking down at the items and then back at him

"i-if you want to..." he answers, looking away

"I mean it never crossed my mind, but if you're curious enough I'm willing to-"

"hold on- what do you mean, never crossed your mind?" the embarrassment in his face is completely wiped off and replaced by confusion

"yeah, it never crossed my mind."

"you said it out loud yesterday! you were all like- sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me~" Shoto tries his best to imitate your voice and all you can do is look at him dumbfounded

"Shoto I was singing a line from a song."

...

cue an extremely red and embarrassed Shoto Todoroki who's now burying himself under your duvet cause he can't show his face to you anymore

You're laughing loudly as your boyfriend stays quiet under the covers. When you finish, you pull the duvet off of him, a smirk on your lips

"I mean, we can try maybe just the soft core stuff? Like whipping me and chaining me on the bed."

Shoto looks away, face still flushed.

"okay..."

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faeroviolet · 3 years

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IMPORTANT NOTE:

I'm not in the mood to do this with the original characters. That's why I'm doing this with their versions of my AU: MargeantAU. So each work won't be just a art, but a plot part. Although this ship is not canon.

Day 1: "There’s a first time for everything"[FNK week(MG edit)]

Credit: challenge by @help-im-a-gay-fish Nightmare by jokublog Ccino by black-nyanko Killer by rahafwabas MargeantAU by me

Fluffynightkiller is not a canon, but it's cute.

Once... I'll write a fanfic about how they met. It will be such angsty blood angst, and I have already thought out its plot uwu

And for today's prompt, I have not only art, but a story to it.

(I want to warn you that I am not responsible in any way for what is written below. So read, don't read, I don't care. There may also be some mistakes here, because I wrote this right now.)

This is the story of how Nightmare and Killer decided to have a picnic for the shitty Ccino, who hasn't slept for a whole week. They should have kicked his ass for treating himself so badly, but his health is already bad, so they decided to scold him later. Now it was important to help him get some rest, maybe even he would get some sleep.

Interesting, but this will be their first time together after entering a relationship. Despite the fact that Killer and Nightmare were already in a relationship between each other, this didn't interfere with them. They were both madly in love with Ccino, he sunk into their souls. However, this wasn't so surprising considering who he is. Although his abilities didn't affect this. It was just love. Delicate and strong. Able to make them do anything for a fragile miracle.

Now they were just passing near the hometown of their beloved. They decided to have a picnic in here because it would be difficult and suspicious to do near Sunapple. Having found a suitable field and a place near the tree(so that there was a shade if it gets hotter), they began to unfold. Nightmare, who carried a purple velvet carpet with yellow fringes all the way, laid it out here. And Killer, waiting for him to finish, then put the basket on it.

You ask: why a carpet? It's just that nothing else was found in the castle. And Nightmare didn't want to ask Dream to help in this.

"Do you think he will like the food?" Killer asked, sitting down next to the basket.

"Hmm... maybe he'll eat the cheese and ham sandwiches." Nightmare said thoughtfully, leaning his elbows on a tree trunk. "As for souls, I don’t know. He rarely talks about this, as well as about his preferences, trying to avoid difficult topics."

"And that's true. But... we took different variations." Killer nodded. "I hope Horror won't be offended that we robbed him like that."

"He won't dare." Nightmare said seriously. "I am your 'patron' and you have no right to contradict me. So if he is unhappy, he will not be able to do anything."

Without answering, Killer only directed his gaze towards the forest. They have already informed their loved one that they will come. And oddly enough, he agreed to a meeting. Therefore, all that remained was to wait.

They didn't wait long: a familiar face appeared from the trunk. Although the face was familiar, this face only wished for the best. The huge gray spots didn't adorn this skeleton much. But the guys didn't know how to make him stop torturing himself like that, but they could only help to heal. Even so.

They went to meet Ccino, who decided to please them with his smile. Although with "something" under his eye sockets, this smile could hardly please them. But Nightmare and Killer weren't angry, they just took him and led him to their picnic area. When he was just grabbed and dragged to the tree, Ccino became a little embarrassed and covered with a faint blush.

"Here, Cсino, we brought sandwiches and some fruit." Nightmare said, pointing to a basket containing said foods. "Only... we didn't know what kind of soul you wanted..."

"S-soul?!" He roused himself, displaying horror on his face. Ccino didn’t like it, even though he was also a demon, but he didn’t like to feed on souls. After that, he always feels bad. Well, as if he didn't use them either. Such a tangled loop constantly comes out. "I...I...I..."

Cсino began to breathe quickly and covered his face with his hands, hiding the tears flowing from his eye sockets. And Nightmare, very frightened, just froze in place like a statue, not knowing what to do. Just not that - to upset him. He didn't expect that this is such... a deep and painful topic for him.

However, there was still a way out in this situation. And Killer found him. While Nightmare stood like an idol, he walked a little further into a field where many flowers grew. He collected a couple of flowers and weaved three wonderful wreaths. Yes, he could do it, and there was nothing surprising in it. After all, he learned this from his mother, whom he loved very much.

When he returned, Killer tried to bring the guys to his senses. First, he lifted Ccino, who didn't resist at all, but still was not fine. He brought Night out of his stupor by patting him on the shoulder.

"Wear." In a commanding tone, Killer turned to his Lord, holding out a flower decoration.

"A-are you... kidding me?!" Such insolence pissed off Nightmare. Forgetting about what was happening, he was ready to commit a rash act, but...

"For Ccino's sake."

Only this made the Lord of Dark senses, startled, to stop raging. He turned his gaze to Ccino, who was nearby, and gritting his teeth agreed.

"Okay." He took a cute little wreath and decorated his skull with it, blushing like a tomato, and then, pouting, sat down on the carpet. Oh, it was even cutier than the wreath itself! Was Nightmare so embarrassed by such simple gifts, Killer thought. But now is not about that. Ccino should have been reassured.

"Ccino, look at Nightmare." Killer shook him and looked into almost empty eyes. Still, Ccino paid attention and looked in the direction in which he was indicated. "Isn't he handsome? Especially in this wreath! Do you want the same? Do you like flowers?"

"The w-wreath?" He quietly raised his voice. "I love flowers, collecting them, they're beautiful. And, unfortunately, I don't know how to weave wreaths, and-"

"O! Then I can teach you later. Now... would you mind sitting next to that glowing mean bean, and I will reward you with the most beautiful crown in the world?"

"Umm... O-okay." Ccino staggered a little to the indicated place and settled down next to another skeleton.

Killer jumped up to him like a bunny, and he was already holding a wreath prepared especially for Ccino. He put it on a cute skeleton that blushed very hard in the process. It was amusing.

Killer didn't deprive himself either. Now all three were in flowers. Together. They will have something to remember. But the main thing was that Ccino liked it.

Это история о том, как Найтмер и Киллер решили устроить пикник для чертова Чино, который не спал уже целую неделю. Им бы следовало надрать ему задницу за такое плохое отношение к себе, но его здоровье и так плохое, поэтому они решили отругать его позже. Сейчас было важно помочь ему немного отдохнуть, может даже он и поспит хоть чуть-чуть.

Интересно, но это будет их первое времяпровождение вместе после вступления в отношения. Несмотря на то, что Киллер и Найтмер и так были в отношениях между друг другом, это не мешало им. Они оба безумно любили Чино, он запал им в душу. Однако это было не так удивительно, учитывая, кем он является. Хотя его способности на это и не влияли. Это была просто любовь. Нежная и крепкая. Способная заставить их сделать все ради хрупкого чуда.

Сейчас они как раз проходили около родного города их возлюбленного. Они решили устроить пикник в здесь, потому что это было бы сложно и подозрительно делать возле Санапли. Найдя подходящую полянку и место возле дерева(чтобы был тенёк, если станет печь), они стали раскладываться. Найтмер, который всю дорогу нес фиолетовый бархатный ковер с желтой бахромой, разложил его здесь. А Киллер, ожидающий того, как тот закончит, потом положил на него корзинку.

Вы вот спросите: почему ковер? Просто в замке ничего более не нашлось. А просить Дрима в этом помочь Найтмер не желал.

- Как ты думаешь, а ему понравится еда? - спросил Киллер, усаживаясь рядом с корзиной.

- Хм... может сэндвичи с сыром и колбаcкой он съест - задумчиво проговорил Найтмер, облокотившись на ствол дерева. - А по поводу душ - не знаю. Он редко говорит об этом, как и о своих предпочтениях, пытаясь избежать тяжелых тем.

- И то верно. Но... мы же разные взяли - кивнул Киллер. - Надеюсь Хоррор не обидится, что мы его так обокрали.

- А он не посмеет - серьезно сказал Найтмер. - Я ваш "покровитель" и вы не имеете право перечить мне. Так что будь он недоволен - сделать ничего не сможет.

Не ответив, Киллер лишь направил свой взор в сторону леса. Они уже сообщили их любимому, что придут. И как ни странно, тот согласился на встречу. Поэтому оставалось лишь ждать.

Ждали они не долго: из ствола показалось знакомое личико. Хоть личико и было знакомым, но вид у этого личика желал лишь лучшего. Огромные такие серые следы не слишком украшали этого скелета. Но ребята не знали, как заставить того прекратить себя так истязать, но могли лишь помочь исцелиться. Хотя бы так.

Они пошли на встречу Чино, который решил их обрадовать своей улыбкой. Хотя с "кое-чем" под его глазницами эта улыбка вряд ли могла их обрадовать. Но Найтмер и Киллер не сердились, они просто взяли и повели его к их обустроенному для пикника месту. Когда того схватили просто так и потащили к дереву, Чино немного засмущался и покрылся слабым румянцем.

- Вот, Чино, мы принесли сэндвичи и некоторые фрукты - сказал Найтмер, указывая на корзинку, в которой хранятся указанные продукты. - Только... мы не знали, какие бы ты души хотел...

- Д-души?! - встрепенулся тот, отобразив на лице ужас. Чино не любил это, хоть он тоже был демоном, но он не любил питаться душами. Ему поcле этого всегда плохо. Как и если бы он не употреблял их. Постоянно выходит такая запутанная петля. - Я... я... я...

Чино начал часто дышать и закрывать лицо руками, скрывая выступающие из глазниц слезы. А Найтмер, сильно перепугавшись, лишь застыл на месте как статуя, не зная, что и делать. Только этого не хватало - расстроить его. Это он совсем не ожидал, что это настолько... глубокая и больная тема для него.

Однако все же нашелся выход в этой ситуации. И нашел его Киллер. Пока Найтмер стоял как истукан, тот отошел чуть дальше на полянку где росло множество цветов. Насобирал парочку и сплел три чудесных венка. Да, он это умел, и в этом не было ничего удивительного. Ведь научился этому он от своей мама, которую очень любил.

Вернувшись, Киллер попытался привести ребят в себя. Сначала он поднял Чино, который совсем не сопротивлялся, но все ещё был не в порядке. Вывел из ступора Найта, похлопав того по плечу.

- Надень - приказным тоном Киллер обратился к своему повелителю, протягивая цветочное украшение.

- Т-ты что... издеваешься?! - такая дерзость вывела Найтмера из себя. Забывшись о происходящим, он был готов совершить опрометчивый поступок, но...

- Ради Чино.

Только это заставило Повелителя темных чувств, вздрогнув, прекратить бесится. Он перевел взгляд на Чино, который находился рядом, и, скрепя зубами, согласился.

- Ладно - он взял миленький веночек и украсил им свой череп, краснея при этом, как помидорка, а потом, надувшись, сел на ковер. О, да это было даже милее, чем сам венок! Неужели Найтмера так смущали такие простые подарки, подумал Киллер. Но сейчас не об этом. Надо было успокоить Чино.

- Чино, смотри на Найтмера - Киллер потряс того и заглянул в почти что пустые глаза. Но все же Чино обратил внимание и посмотрел в ту сторону, в которую ему указали. - Правда он красивый? О��обенно в этом венке! Хочешь такой же? Тебе нравятся цветы?

- В-венок? - тихо подал голос тот. - Я люблю цветы, собирать их, они красивые. А венки я не умею, к сожалению, плести, и-

- О! Тогда я могу тебя по-позже научить. А сейчас... ты не против сесть рядом с вон той светящейся букой, и я тебя награжу красивейшей на свете короной?

- Аамм... л-ладно - Чино немного шатающиеся поплелся в указанное место и расположился рядом с другим скелетом.

Киллер прискакал за ним, как зайчик, и уже держал приготовленный специально для Чино венок. Он надел это на милого скелета, который очень сильно заливался румянцем в процессе. Это забавляло.

Киллер не обделил и себя. Теперь все трое были в цветах. Вместе. У них будет, что вспомнить. Но главное, что Чино понравилось.

#art #fanart #challenge #fluffynightkiller week #fluffynightkiller week 2021 #Ahaha I'm trapped AGAIN #but I had NO CHOICE #drawing 21 skeletons is just a way to die :')#uhh...#Again I have to do it out of the knife #//из-под ножа// забавная фраза :\#I know it's not perfect #but I hope it's okay #I always draw so... badly #nightmare sans #ccino sans #killer sans #MargeantAU #MG

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silkylious · 4 years

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Promise (Amajiki Tamaki x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x Fem reader Warnings: Heavy angst, maybe okay ending if you squint Prompt: #23 “Do you promise?”

A/N: Thank you @tamasoft for the request! Im realllyyy sorry for the delay, this was supposed to be fluffy but my angsty ass was in my feelings so I rewrote it and this thing came out, sorry in advance but I hope you like it lmfao

You’d known each other since you were little kids. You’d declared yourself his friend the second you saw him playing alone in the sand pit, molding worlds and picking them apart with the toy utensils. You ditched your place on the swings, enthusiastically making your way towards him. He’d been so lost in creating an imaginary blueprint for his next construction that he hadn’t noticed you self-righteously claiming the spot next to him as your own, disregarding any and all lectures your parents had given you about personal space. Tamaki didn’t notice your presence curiously looming over his shoulder until you voiced your inner inquiries.

“What are you doing?”

An embarrassingly startled sound was extracted from his throat, a flaming pink decorated his cheekbones, further saturating in shade when he whipped around to find your childishly inquisitive features a mere three inches away. You continued staring at him, silently awaiting his response with a couple quizzical blinks. He finally got the courage to meet your prodding gaze, his quivering lips parting to give you a stammered reply.

“M-Making a sandcastle,” The simple answer ignited a gleam in your irises. You took the liberty of making yourself at home and taking some of the little boy’s plastic tools (without his permission) to aid in building his sandy structure. The roles were switched, now he was the one observing you owlishly, brows pulled taut in confusion.

“W-What are you d-doing?”

“Helping you,” Your reply was preceded with bubbly giggles.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m your friend.” You’d said it like it was a universal truth, an indisputable fact. So much so, that he couldn’t find it in him to argue with you or question your motives. Frankly, Tamaki was giddy. You were his first friend after all, leaving a shy smile to tug at his thin lips. His chubby hand wrapped around a toy shovel to start bringing his dream castle to life with your help.

Since then it has always been you and him, with the addition of Mirio a bit later down the line. It was just the three of you, and that’s all that really mattered.

Your personalities were stark contrasts to each other, he was reserved and quiet; you were chaotic and loud. You balanced each other out in the best possible ways. You brought out the surprisingly fun and spontaneous side of Tamaki, pushing him time and time again high above cloud nine with your antics, while he kept you grounded in reality, an anchor to keep you rooted and rational when you needed it most.

Your attraction to him began in middle school. It was just an innocent little crush, a passing fad, you’d told yourself at the time. You refused to accept it as anything but that, pushing down your feelings in hopes of them vanishing. But all that did was further increase their intensity. The seeds of your schoolgirl crush eventually started budding, flourishing into a rosy infatuation, the petals of which withered in unrequited agony. No matter how hard you wished for some fairytale ending, where the childhood friends recognized their feelings for one another, you knew that wouldn’t happen. You were Tamaki’s first friend; you knew him best. And in the time spent with him, despite your augmenting love, he never reciprocated. Never showed a sign of interest, you were akin to a sister to him, he’d never see you in a romantic light. And you were aware of that, painfully so. But the lovesick part of you convinced you that there may be a possibility that he was just that dense, that there was still some slim chance of him sharing your feelings. And that’s what kept you from moving on. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place; his indifference to you romantically barred you from confessing (the fear of losing him didn’t help in the slightest), and the hope of a future with him denied you the freedom of moving on. Every time a petal withered to the ground, a new one sprouted. It was a vicious cycle, a paradox that ensured your muteness, ensured that Tamaki would be blissfully ignorant to the tyranny and sheer power he had over the pitter-pattering of your heart.

It wasn’t until the two of you enrolled in U.A. that your second-guessing was finally quelled.

“(n-name) can we t-talk for a minute?” The stutter, the flush overtaking his face, the way his eyes wouldn’t look up to meet your own – all of it was too much for your poor heartbeat. This wasn’t the same as when he’d get nervous in front of large crowds, no this was different. This was it. The moment you’d dreamed of since your middle school days. Steeling yourself amidst the prying eyes of your classmates with a resolute ‘sure,’ you let Tamaki lead the way from the common room up to him dorm. You could distinctly hear the pounding in your chest as his door clicked shut. With an inhale from your nose and an exhale from your mouth, you sat on his bed (like you usually did) and tried to calm your nerves.

“So… what did you want to talk about?”

Tamaki mimicked your motions, taking a seat on his mattress. His elf-like ears drooped a bit, your mind overdosing on the cuteness of his shyness, though you forced yourself to focus. His dark hues flickered to yours for a second before faltering down to his lap, the pink on his cheeks amplifying into a gorgeous cherry color, partially curtained by his indigo bangs.

“I think that I-I umm…” His hesitancy had you leaning forward, quietly begging him to spit out the words you’d longed to hear. “I-I think that… th-that I l-like H-Hado-san!” He blurted out, the red pigment you’d consider cute in any other situation spreading down to his neck. “A-And I-I don’t know how to c-confess…” his pointer fingers pushed and pulled against one another. Your mind still in shock of this new information.

It wasn’t until the two of you enrolled into U.A. that your second-guessing was finally quelled, confirming what you’d already known for the start. That he held no ounce of romantic attraction to you in his system. The petals fell down one by one as his words sunk in, the once bright red of them that portrayed your passion wilted, contorted into a lifeless obsidian, leaving a tethered stem behind. All this time you’d been waiting for a cue, a sign, anything that would indicate the right moment to profess your unyielding adoration, only to be told, albeit indirectly, that there was never a right moment. Which you already knew yet couldn’t fully accept. You were awoken from your heartbroken stupor by his next words.

“I-I’m not sure if she l-likes me b-back a-and we’re both busy with school stuff s-so I don’t know if I…” His voice trembled into a mumbling mess, completely unintelligible to your ears. The way he was acting, talking, the fact that he approached you with this in the first place… you knew what that meant all too well, you were in the same boat as him after all. Your eyes softened sympathetically, more for yourself than him if you were being honest, the irony of this was as bittersweet as it could get. He trusted you enough to talk about his feelings for someone else, venting about the likelihood of her reciprocating, all while being unaware of the similar predicament you were in. He trusted you; he didn’t love you. That newly revealed truth broke you, but you wouldn’t let it show, for his sake, for your friendship’s sake. You cut his ramblings with a hand firmly placed on his shoulder, directing him to fully face you.

“Tamaki, do you love her?”

“W-Wha–” His face erupted with more color, if that was even humanly possible at this point.

“Do you love her?” You repeated, eyes glazing with an agonizing mix of melancholy and acceptance.

He timidly nodded his head, his hair bobbing out of the way in the process, and boy was his face a sight to see. Aside from the one hundred and one different shades of crimson that decorated his complexion from his clavicle all the way up to his hairline, the unignorable sparkle in his stare was so excruciatingly familiar (it felt like looking at a mirror of yourself) and so goddamn torturous all at once, because you were so fucking conscious that it wasn’t meant for you. You managed a weak smile, for his sake, you looped in your head.

“Then go for it, Tama. I think she’d be more than happy to be with you.” The spark behind his irises ignited into raging fires that threatened to burn you alive, it was so hard to watch. So difficult to sit there and observe him, so madly in love with someone that wasn’t you.

“You r-really think so?” Your answering hum was meek, but it was there nonetheless. You were sure words wouldn’t come out if you willed them to. You weren’t lying, you’d seen the precious, closed-eye grin that graced her face whenever they hung out together, she was your friend too and you couldn’t not take notice of the fleeting glances she sent his way. Both of them were such airheads that they didn’t recognize their feelings for each other, despite them being as clear as fucking day to any onlooker. You honestly would have thought it was adorable if your heart wasn’t severely compromised amongst this.

Later that week, Tamaki came knocking on your dorm room door with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, those three knocks already told you all you needed to know, but you weren’t prepared for the unbridled joy in his wobbly smile or the love filling his eyes to the brim, his pupils were practically morphed into heart shapes.

“She said yes!”

You smiled, soft and delicate. Tamaki couldn’t see the boiling regret in that smile, nor could he see the wretched dejection in your eyes. You pulled him in your embrace, which he awkwardly returned.

“I’m so happy for you.” And you really were. Despite the crushing rejection loitering in every crevice in your mind, you really were glad he found someone he loved and who loved him back. You were sure Nejire would treat him right, and that’s all that really mattered to you. So long as he was happy, you were too; it just sucked that you weren’t the source of his fervent elation. As you laid your head on his shoulder, arms still wrapped around his torso, a very particular memory decided to pop back in your head.

It was three weeks after you’d first met, both of you playing at your usual spot in the sand pit, bending reality with your chubby hands together. You were close to finishing your latest sandy masterpiece when, in an atypical show of determination, Tamaki’s soft voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Do you promise, (n-name)?” You looked up from your creation with childish wonder swirling in your wide eyes.

“Promise what, Tama?”

“To be my best friend f-forever…” His previous vigour dwindled as he shakily lifted his pinkie up. You practically beamed from his words, excitedly wrapping your own little finger around his and clutching it tightly until both your knuckles went white, the toothy smile you gave him was damn near blinding, wide and pure as they come. He let out his own soft smile, pushing his thumb to yours and sealing the promise you both had made. And you shared a hug, your head lying peacefully on his shoulder, giggling at the awkward way he hugged you back.

As the little reverie came to an end, you mentally mauled over the significance of such simple, immature words. Tamaki probably didn’t even remember the promise to be frank, and neither did you until you had this feeling of Déjà vu. With your expression still out of his sight, you took the chance to let a lone tear slip. This is where you let go, where you began working on moving on. If there was one good thing to come out of this, it’s that you were finally free from the shackles of indefinite (false) hope that had held you hostage for years now, you finally had the freedom to let him slip between your fingers. And as much as you didn’t want that to happen, you knew it had to be done and you finally gained the ability to take the first step. He didn’t need you as a lover, he needed you as a friend.

Tamaki had always looked out for you, always made good on his promise.

Now it was your turn to do so too.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years

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nobody likes a claggy bit of cheese

this idea came to me in mid november while i was watching an episode of the great british bakeoff and crocheting a scarf for my sister while eating a very very healthy college lunch of apple sauce and caramel corn. someone (maybe it was paul) said the word “claggy” and i was like Wow That’s British. and then someone else (probably paul again) said “stodgy” and i was like WoW ThAts BriTisH. and then i was like you know who would appreciate these Very British Words?? my dumb friend who likes to pretend he's british. and thEn i was like Oh Shit what if he hosted great british bakeoff that would be energy oh my god. and i was About to text him that when i was like No Wait! instead of a baking competition it would be a Mac And Cheese competition because that's like,,,his wholes pride and joy. and then i was about to text him that but then i was like wAIT! this has fic written all over it oh my god i can see it now. and now here we are.

also mikey in case you didn't realize, you are my dumb fake british friend and this is your present but i mean its more of your persona slapped on race and i called it a day. its not a mothman shirt but it'll have to do eye guess

anywaymst

enjoy this trash pile

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ship: eye guess its platonic ralbert

genre: pure ass crack

warnings: uhmmm, race is an idiot, poorly written british accents, paul hollywood stare, uhhh, albert is Annoyed, jack is an idiot who makes bad mac, spot get Angryyy, idk im writing there before the fic is finished, katherine definitely knows the mafia

editing: lol that's funny

words: enough to fill a few pages but not enough to bore you to death like the metamorphosis

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“CHEESE!”

Blankets tornadoed around the room as Race jumped off the bed in a half awake sleepy haze, barely landing on his feet in a fight stance, wielding his phone like a weapon in front of him. He glared into the dark corners (not that he could even tell where the corners were considering that it was pitch dark) of the room before stumbling out into the hallway, muttering madly about cheese.

“Cheese...blue cheese…..string cheese…...mozzarella cheese….” Race barely heard his own half-mad whispers as he opened all the cabinets, rummaging around in the same matter a hurricane floods a basement, in a mad search for pasta. When he came up empty handed he scowled, sat himself up on the counter and yelled for the next best thing:

“ALLLLLLLBBEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRT!”

CRASH! That would be Albert falling out of bed. Race kicked his feet against the cabinet impatiently.

WHOOSH! SLAM! And there was Albert’s door opening and closing at an alarming speed.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The pictures in the living room began to shake, announcing his arrival.

“Race?! What’s going on? Are you okay??” And there was Albert, sliding into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of socks and boxers (despite the fact that it was probably 3 degrees out), weilding a single black converse high top. Race wasn’t quite sure how the shoe was supposed to help him, but he decided to ignore it. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Albert’s weird antics when there was a legitimate crisis at hand.

“Race…?” Albert asked again, slowly lowering his shoe. “Is everything-” “We’re out of pasta.”

“We’re- what?” The shoe Albert had been holding banged to the floor. “You’re telling me that you woke me up at” he peered at the oven clock over Race’s shoulder, “three fifteen am to tell me that we’re out of pasta?”

“It’s horrible isn’t it?” Race slammed his head into the cabinet behind him. “Now I can’t make mac and cheese!” “W h y do you want to make mac and fucking cheese at three fifteen in the goddamn morning?!”

“BECAUSE ALBERT-” Race jumped down off the counter, “-I had a dream. A dream where I was competing on The Great British Bakeoff and I made my Famous mac and cheese. And Paul Hollywood, the man, the legend h i m s e l f, tasted my humble mac and said ‘Race. That is amazing.’ And gave me a handshake! And I was so honored that I awoke hungry for the wonderful, delicious, creamy taste of mac and cheese. So I wander into the kitchen and what do I find? A fridge full of cheese, but no pasta to be found!” He stepped closer to Albert, planting his hand firmly on his shoulder. “This is an emergency!”

Albert swatted away Race’s hand and rubbed his eyes, already turning back toward his room. “If Paul Hollywood deemed your mac and cheese so amazing then just hold a competition of your own and make other people make mac and cheese for you. That way I don’t have to go to Walgreens at three thirty.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t make us lose our security deposit.”

Race stood in stunned silence as Albert disappeared down the hall and his door closed.

“That sleep deprived idiot might actually be onto something,” he muttered, launching himself onto one of the bar stools and opening his laptop. He had work to do.

•••

“You know, when I told you to host your own mac and cheese competition I thought I dreamt that entire encounter, and, now that I realize that I definitely didn’t, I especially didn't expect you to make me host it, and I certainly didn’t expect you to make me wear this dumb costume.” He tugged uncomfortably at the dark blazer and black wig.

“Oi mate, if you’re gonna be Sue yew gotta start actin like ‘er!” Race glared.

“But Race-”

“Thas Paul Hollywood to you. I don want none uh this ‘Race’ business,” he crossed his arms and gave Al his best Steely Eyed, Paul Hollywood Glare.

Albert just rolled his eyes and stomped off.

Race sighed happily as he turned to survey the tent in front of him. He had called Katherine last night after his missing pasta crisis and asked if he could use her Dad’s Hampton’s estate to host a mock version of the Great British Bakeoff but for mac and cheese. Katherine, like any good rebellious daughter, had loved the idea and called several of her “contacts” that apparently “owed her favors.” (Race didn’t understand the life of rich people, it seemed very extravagant and two-faced) And that was how Race had come to be standing in a tent with what could very well be the set up of the Great British Bakeoff laid out in front of him with he himself dressed in his very best blue button down and jeans, a spitting image of Paul Hollywood. Well, maybe Paul Hollywood 30 years ago.

His friends that he had invited on to be the contestants of the show were setting up at their stations. There was Jack, Davey, Romeo, Mush, Blink, Finch, Buttons, Specs, JoJo, Spot, Crutchie, and Smalls. Katherine had opted not to participate and instead film everyone to make it seem more like the actual show.

Someone (probably Katherine) had forced Albert to stand next to him to announce the signature challenge that they had prepared.

“Alright bakers-”

Race shot him a side glance.

“-er, mac and cheese cookers?” he tried to amend. “Today Ra-uh, Paul would like you to make a nice, hefty batch of mac and cheese. You may use whatever ingredients you would like, but he would like it to be cheesy, delicious, and contain pasta. You have 45 minutes.” Race could practically hear the sigh in his voice. “On your marks, get set, ba-cOOK!”

Finally, Race thought as his friends scrambled around their respective stations, I’m going to get some good mac.

•••

It was becoming very clear very quickly that Race may not actually be getting any good mac.

He wandered from station to station, Albert following begrudgingly behind him, progressively becoming more and more disappointed in each and every one of his friends. Didn’t any of them know how to cook?

“Roight Jack.” He leaned on the one empty scrap of counter in front of him. “What are yew makin?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jack - well he assumed it was Jack, he couldn’t really be sure with all the flour flying everywhere - ran around his workspace, which was crowded with every ingredient imaginable, from shredded cheese to, was that maple syrup?

“Jack for the sake of the show yew gotta tell us what yew’re makin.” Jack must not have the braincell today.

From somewhere in the flour cloud a timer went off. Jack yelped and dropped what sounded like several pots with an amazingly loud clatter.

“If you really must know - ouch!! - I’m making - god fUCK! - baked mac and cheese with a - SHIT! - crispy top.”

“Alright well,” Albert dodged a flying blob of flaming cheese, “we’ll leave you to it. Hopefully we get to actually eat something edible.”

“Good luck,” Race turned away from Jack’s workstation and leaned towards Albert as they made their way to Mush’s station. “Do we ave a foire extinguishah here?”

“I think so?”

“Good cause we moight need it.” Albert looked at him knowingly for a long minute before the two of them snapped out of it and approached Mush.

“So Mush,” Race said, taking in the polar opposite of the mess of a station that had been Jack’s, “what ave yew got for us?”

Mush smiled, looking up from the block of cheese that he had been grating. “Today I’m going to be making my signature mac and cheese with three kinds of cheese.”

Race let out an audible sigh of relief. Finally something that sounded edible!

“Is that pleasing enough for you, Your Highness?” Mush winked mischievously and Albert giggled.

Race straightened up, checking his mouth for drool (there was none). “Yes, oim looking forward tew it.” He watched as the cheese mush was grating flaked satisfyingly into the bowl, his mouth watering at the very sight and thought of cheese. Oh cheese. Beautiful, rich, delicious cheese. “Oi would like tew sample some cheese if yew don't mind.”

Mush straightened up, putting his hands around his cheese protectively. “And I want someone to slap me so hard my eyes fall out. We can’t all get what we want, Susan B. Anthony.”

“Hollywood, moi name is Paul Hollywood.” Race glared at Mush, horrified that he would decline him the judge a cheese sample! Paul Hollywood always got ingredient samples when he asked for them! Maybe he should have put more effort into his hair today…

“I know very well who you are,” Mush went back to grating his cheese. It was as if he were mocking Race with every bit of shredded goodness that fell onto the glorious cheese mountain.

“I do believe you’ve upset Mr. Hollywood.” Albert smirked. Of course he had to join in on the make-Race-feel-like-hes-being-mocked party.

“I don’t particularly care about Mr. Hollywood’s feelings,” Mush put down the grater and reached under his counter for a pan. “What I do care about is the fate of my mac and cheese so,” he stared at the two of them, deadpan , “be gone Thots.”

“But-”

“I SAID BE GONE THOTS!” Mush pointed a wooden spoon at the two of them menacingly and Race half expected sparks to shoot out of the end like some kind of sorcery bullshit, but all he got was a cloud of flour to the face and twelve sets of confused eyes looking at him.

“Uhh,” he mustered every ounce of Paul Hollywood that he could, “thank yew Mush.” Quickly he turned away, brushing the flour out of his sharpied on beard and mustache while Albert stifled laughter next to him. “Shut up,” he muttered.

“But that was-”

“Oi said shut- oh hoi Smalls!” He tried desperately to regain his composure as they approached the final station.

“Gucci Prada my fuckin clown wig I- oh, uh, hi!” Smalls quickly put the spatula that she had been holding behind her back.

“What are yew makin for uh today?” Race took in Smalls’s station. There was a wide array of cheese on the counter, we well as spices and breadcrumbs and pasta. But something seemed...different.

Smalls looked down at her feet, suddenly very interested in the carpet.. “I’m making gluten free baked mac and cheese.”

“Why gluten free?”

“Because,” Smalls glanced behind her briefly before hissing, “because that was the only kind of pasta I could find in my cabinet that's why you feet fucker.”

Race’s toes tingled with happiness. He do it! He could say the trademark Paul Hollywood meme thing!

“Now, when yew make mac and cheese gluten free it tends to get stickey and lose some of its taiste. Ave yew tested this to make sure that wont appen?”

“Y e s,” Smalls rolled her eyes. “I put extra oil in it so the pasta wont get sticky a n d there’s lots of spices for added flavor.” She brought her spatula out from behind her back in a soldiers salute. “I won’t disappoint you, your Highness Mr. Paul Hollywwod Sir.”

“Yew bettah not,” Race laughed as he walked back to his very official looking director’s chair (he didn’t want to know how many people Katherine had had to kill to get this).

“Sue, how much toime is left?”

“TEN MINUTES COOKERS, TEN MINUTES!”

There were varying screams of frustration from around the room as his friends scrambled to get done. The smell of cooking cheese wafted from several ovens and stoves and Race smiled contentedly. Twas almost Mac Time.

•••

Ten minutes later, as promised, Race was standing behind a Very Official looking wooden table with a fork and a glass of water, ready to taste (or spit out, depending on whose it was), his friends’ mac and cheese.

“Oilright, Davey, why don’t yew bring up yewr mac.”

Davey strode up to the table confidently, somehow without a spec of food on his apron, and placed down a plate of gooey looking pasta. Man oh man he was excited! But no, today he was Paul Hollywood. No excitement. Only glares.

He picked up his fork and took a scoop of pasta, glaring at Davey for good measure as he tasted.

He chewed for far longer than actually necessary to give Davey just enough time to get nervous before giving his verdict. “Whot yew’ve actually done is quite noice, Oi rather loike the blend of the cheddar and the goat cheese, but what yew’ve done is create something that’s so soft that its lacking textah. It’s loike Oi need somethin crunchy to offset it.”

Davey nodded. “Okay.”

“But overall noice job.” He nodded, the silent cue for Davey to take his dish and return to his station.

Race surveyed the contestants and grimaced. “Jack bring yew’re flamin bomb up here.”

He thought he heard Jack mutter some half-decent curses under his breath, but not decent enough for him to repeat.

A few seconds later a lump of orange stuff with green (???) blobs on top on a plate was placed in front of him. “Roight,” he sighed. “What ave yew got there?”

“Well this is my baked mac and cheese with green goldfish topping!” Jack said proudly.

Race looked at the plate as if it were a flesh eating disease that could kill him at any second. And, knowing Jack’s track record with food, it just might. “Any reason why you chose green goldfish?”

“Adds a pop of color!” Jack bounced on his toes.

Good gosh. Race took the tiniest bite possible on his fork and lifted it to his mouth-

“Make sure you get a goldfish!” Jack insisted. “Really adds a burst of flavor!”

“Oh sure, sure.” Race picked one up before shoving the whole abomination into his mouth. He chewed for a few seconds before swallowing down as best as he could.

“Wow that is pitiful,” Race coughed. “The pasta is overcooked, and the cheese, yew’ve cooked it too much so that it’s become gummy, and all the moistah has gone into the goldfish and made them soggy.”

“Oh,” Jack sounded deflated.

“Overall the textah is a bit claggy, and no one loikes a claggy bit of cheese.”

“Right, right.” Jack stroked his invisible beard.

“Overall its dreadful and Oi’d loike it if you removed it from my sights, preferably to the bin. Next!”

•••

Almost a half hour later Race was practically done testing all of the mac and cheese, save for Mush’s and Smalls’s. Along with Jack’s trashpile, Spot’s had also been notably horrible, it was somehow burnt and undercooked at the same time? Race didn’t even want to know. Crutchie’s and JoJo’s though had been surprisingly decent, and both were in the running to win.

“Oilroight Smalls, bring up yewr mac why don’t yew.”

A few moments later a plate of mac and cheese was dumped in front of Race with no class whatsoever. “Here you go Mr. Paul Sir.”

Race stabbed his fork into the pile of noodles. “This was the gluten free baked mac and cheese, roight?” “Yes your highness.”

Race rolled the noodles around on his tongue for a few long moments while his taste buds analyzed the flavor combinations.

“Roight so, I warned yew about this bein tasteless roight?” Smalls quirked up her eyebrow. “It’s tasteless isn’t it.”

“Yes. Get it away from me at once.”

“Of course, your lordship.” Smalls snatched the plate from the table, even curtsying to Race before making her way back to her station, picking up a fork, and digging into her own mac and cheese.

“I don't know what you’re talking about Mister Colonel Hollywood Sir, this tastes great!”

Race bushed imaginary crumbs off of his table. “And Oi’m goin tew pretend Oi didn’t hear that.” He pointed to Mush. “Mush, bring up yewr creation, if yew pleathe.”

“But of course!” Mush placed down his plate of mac and cheese in front of Race, who dug in immediately. “What you have there is parmesan, cheddar, and american cheese with elbow pasta. Enjoy.”

Race let the glorious noodles glide over his tongue as his palate was enveloped in a wonderful cheese flavor. He was amazed. He was astounded. Hell he was even speechless! What did Paul Hollywood do when he was speechless? Oh right!

“Well done Mush,” he stuck out his hand for the famous Paul Hollywood Handshake. “That’s a really great plate you’ve made.”

“Oh, thank you sir!” Mush smiled joyfully as Albert tried to sneak a bite of the mac and cheese. Race swatted his hand away with his other hand.

“In fact, it’s the best that Oi’ve had today, and Oi announce yew as Star Cooker!”

The room erupted into cheers and everyone ran to hug Mush while Race quickly finished his mac and cheese. His plan had worked perfectly. The next time he was out of pasta at three am he knew exactly who to call.

•••

“Hello? Do you need help burying the body?” A tired voice answered the phone.

“Mush, it’s Race. I’m craving mac and cheese and I don't have any pasta. Can you-”

“NO!”

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sushi-ro-ll-blog · 7 years

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Comforting sex (Fell!Goth x Palette)

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT MAY HAVE SOME INAPPROPRIATE STUFFS IN IT, AND IT’S ALSO GONNA BE GROSS! WE DO NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITIES FOR ANYTHING IF THE READERS ARE EITHER GROSSED OUT OR TRAUMATIZED! VIEWER ADVISED! THANK YOU

Characters included:

Fell!Goth (is going to be called Cupcake)

Palette

Goth (is mentioned)

Fell!Palette (is mentioned)

Reapertale!Sans (is mentioned)

Aftertale!Sans (is mentioned)

Fell!Goth’s POV

Cupcake was walking along the streets, grumbling from frustration and the fact that he was being played around like some toy. Still heartbroken, he remembered that smirk his Palette gave him as he continues to thrust into his alternate version, Goth.

Still silently crying, he went into a park, where he always go to calm down after a fight he’d had with his Palette.

Palette’s POV

Palette was in the park, sitting alone by the bench nearby a lake. His parent had been away to work again now, so he was alone. He sighed a bit, tearing up slightly. He didn’t like the feeling of being alone, not one bit. Especially when his best friend, Goth, had been missing lately, and his parents had also helped trying to find Goth, but mostly they’d be at work. Palette had also tried to search for Goth, but with no result or clue where he had gone to. He began to whimper, he missed Goth and his own family. He missed seeing Goth’s bright smile and his adorable blush whenever he’d gave him a hug. He missed his dad’s creativity and his mom’s positivity. He missed all of them. He could’ve go talk to Geno and Reaper, but then he didn’t want to be a bother to them, seeing how stressed out Reaper is even though he doesn’t express it and how worried and afraid Geno had been lately, he just didn’t have the HEART to make them more worried (Ro: Get it? Cuz he’s a skeleton and skeletons don’t have a heart ;D)

“I-I missed mom a-and dad....” Palette mumbled as his tears silently slides off his cheeks

Fell!Goth’s POV

Cupcake was also sitting on the bench, dried tears still slightly visible on his cheeks. He grumbled at how sticky and itchy his tears had made his cheeks felt. He saw a taller skeleton who’s sitting on a bench in front of him. Knowing who he was, Cupcake didn’t felt alarmed. But normally, he wouldn’t give a fuck about this Palette, but somehow he wanted to see what he was doing. It took him a minute or two to make up his mind to whether see what this version of his Palette was doing, or just let him do what the fuck he wants and continue to mope.....

Making up his decision, Cupcake stood up and quietly made his way towards Palette.

As he started to get a clearer look at Palette, he heard some small sobs from the younger skeleton.

“... Palette?” Cupcake called

“Y-Yes...?” Palette answered as he turn around, meeting the gaze of the other version of his Goth

“G-Goth?” Palette whimpered, but there’s a slight shine of hope in his eye sockets

“Yes... but not yours (Ro: That’s what she (he) said ;) )” Cupcake coughed slightly

“Oh.....” Palette replied, dissapointed

“.....Were you...crying” Cupcake asked

“... Y-Yes.....” Palette nodded, only now noticing how much tears he had let out.

“... Why?” Cupcake asked, thinking Palette was a crybaby, only to mentally slap himself because he was the one crying a minute ago

“M-My parents had been working a-a lot lately....b-but they had been g-g-gone for 2-3 days now after their l-last trip...” Palette stuttered slightly, almost on the verge of tears again

“Oh...” Cupcake sighed a bit, this kid... his parents only had been gone for a couple of days, and he had already been crying? While Cupcake had been living his life with no recognition, no attention and no love from his own family in his entire childhood. Yet he still managed to live to this very day. But i guess he couldn’t blame Palette because of his childlike attitude, he didn’t live in a universe like Cupcake did...

“Oh toughen the fuck up kid, just because your parents were gone for a couple of days doesn’t mean they’re dead or anything.” Cupcake rolled his eyes

Palette bit his “lips”, feeling the hot tears starting to swell on his eye sockets

Cupcake sweat dropped slightly, having no idea on how he’s going to calm Palette down, or why the hecc did he want to in the first place.

“H-Hey... Why don’t you come over to my place until your parents are back?” Cupcake suggest, mentally slapping and nsicursing at himself for leading someone who’s similar to his Palette back to his home.

“O-O-Okay......” Palette agreed, and followed Cupcake (Ro: PALETTE DEAR! DIDN’T YOUR PARENTS TOLD YOU TO NOT FOLLOW STRANGERS BACK TO THEIR HOME WITHOUT AN ADULT FAMILY MEMBER?! oh well he’s getting laid anyways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Cupcake and Palette walked back to Cupcake’s apartment. Yes, you read it right.

Cupcake had recently moved out of his parent’s place and rented his own apartment without telling Fell!Palette (Ro: Unless he wants to get laid all day and night long all the time, you know what im saying? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Cupcake unlocks his apartment door and swtepped in with Palette following close behind

Cupcake’s place doesn’t seem that bad actually, there were red flowers and some yellow ones in a glass vase on the tables, there were couches that looks comfortable to sleep in and a flatscreen TV as well. There were other places in the apartment that Palette hadn’t yet to find out yet, but he’ll take a look later.

Although so, Palette couldn’t help but cry harder because how homesick he’s now is..

Cupcake noticed this and began to feel annoyed. He groaned in frustration, if only he could just end Palette's life right now, but then it would end up with a vengeful Goth that would chase his ass around and try to kill him, which is impossible but he would rather be alone with a whiny Palette then having a Goth chasing after him with a scythe threatening to make him suffer.

Palette suddenly stopped crying, and was just staring blankly at the floor (Sushi: :0)

“Make yourself at home.... or whatever” Cupcake rolled his eyes awkwardly, he wasn’t used to having guests at his house without killing or torturing them.

“.... Y-You have nice h-home...” Palette complimented, smiling gently

Now that he had slightly gotten used to this apartment, he realized how clean and tidy it was, despite how small it was, it was warm and cozy. Cupcake had been taking a good care of himself.

Cupcake feels a huge pang slamming into his chest, it feels weird and new when he first heard a compliment from someone except Pudding (Ro:if they were to have sex or anything), but hearing it from someone so genuinely and innocent from someone like Palette made Cupcake feel really special and weird inside

“...Thank you" Cupcake feels a deep blush spreading across his cheeks, he pulls his red ripped scarf up to cover his ace. This feeling was new to him, and he has mixed feelings about it but he was sure that he kind of like it.

Palette smiles brightly, feeling happy all of a sudden.

“No problem~” Palette giggled

"... Take a seat... If you want" Cupcake blushed and ran inside the kitchen

Palette kept smiling. He only looked a bit confused as Cupcake ran into the kitchen, but shrugged it off. He sat down, giggling softly.

Cupcake drew a cup of water down his throat, slamming the glass onto the counter to the point where it could've shattered, he panted heavily from the lack of air and from flustered-ness. He was honestly very confused, why was he feeling this.... feeling in him? Was it some spell Palette secretly cast on him without him knowing?

Letting out a shaky sigh, he poured Palette a cup of water and walked out of the kitchen.

“Here. drink it” Cupcake handed Palette the cup

“Okay~” Palette cooed and drink the cup of water, swinging his legs around because he’s short as fuuuuuuuck lol.

Cupcake looks at Palette, to be honest, Palette is the cutest person that Cupcake had ever met, a small blush crept on Cupcake’s cheeks slightly.

He walked to the coffee table and walked back to Palette, handing him a tissue

“Here, wipe away your tears, kid “ Cupcake blushed slightly

Palette hummed and did what he was told.

“You better now?” Cupcake asked

“Mhm~, thank you!” Palette hummed and giggled

Cupcake sat on the couch next to Palette. An awkward silence hung in the air for a bit. "...... you can stay here for a few days if you want..." Cupcake started, blushing madly

"Oh! Okay!! Thank you, again....hehe~ " Palette smiled and giggled

Cupcake blushed brightly, he couldn’t hold it anymore, in a flash, he had pinned Palette down

Palette tilted his head in confusion, blushing softly.

“Shit.... stop being so cute” Cupcake panted heavily and stares at the child underneath him

“H-Huh? Why?” Palette asked, tilting his head more in confusion

Cupcake couldn’t handle it anymore, he leaned down and give Palette a passionate kiss

Palette flinched slightly, surprised but he melt into the kiss. After a few seconds, Palette felt something wet touching his “lips”, he opens his mouth, letting the thing go in as it began to explore around his mouth (Ro: let’s hope it’s not a slug lol)

After a minute, Cupcake decided to pull away to give them both some air. Cupcake panted slightly while the other version of his Palette was panting heavily.

He started to debate in his head, should he do this? Should he try to have sex with this Palette? He seemed innocent though... and he also seemed like he’s a virgin... But if he actually did something to Palette, Goth’s is going to be very mad.... But Goth wouldn’t know if nobody tell him right?

“You... wanna try something new?” Cupcake asked. blushing furiously

"H-Huh? Like wh-wh-what..?..." Palette was confused.

"uhm..... sex.." Cupcake blushed from having to explain to palette

“W-What’s that?” Palette asked in confusion, he had never heard anyone, not even Goth, mentioned about “sex”.

"uh.... where two people.. uh.... went inside each other?" Cupcake explained awkwardly

“I-Inside?” Palette is so confused af lol

“Y-Yeah..... You wanna try it? it might hurt a bit but it will feel good after?" Cupcake suggested

“O-Okay...” Palette still didn’t understand the concept of sex, but knowing that this Goth isn’t so different from the Goth he knows, he trust him.

“You sure you want to though?” Cupcake asked, event though he’s an asshole and is evil, he never was the kind to rape someone or force them against their will (Ro: aren’t them the same? also i might have butchered that sentence lol)

“Y-Yeah” Palette nodded willingly

(WARNING: THERE’S GOING TO BE NSFW AND SOME SLIGHT GROSSNESS NEXT, IF YOU STILL WANT TO CONTINUE, THEN THAT’S YOUR FAULT!)

(Ro: I WARN YOU!)

"ok..." Cupcake sighed a bit as he began to pull his and Palette's pants down "Let's prep you up first" He said, as he starts to insert his finger into Palette's hole

Palette gasped at the feeling, flushing. He covers his mouth to suppress any noises.

Cupcake slowly and gently started to move in and out of Palette's entrance, trying to not hurt him on his first time

Palette squirmed slightly, squeezing his eyes shut

“T-This feels w-w-weird~” He lets out a small moan

"shh...... just enjoy it" Cupcake kissed Palette passionately as his fingers begin to move faster inside Palette

Palette moaned, and cried into the kiss, his star-shaped pupils changing to hearts.

Cupcake slowly add another finger into Palette's entrance, scissoring him. Cupcake moves away from the kiss

“H-Haah~!” Palette cried slightly, he didn’t know why it felt so painful,yet pleasuring

Cupcake moves towards Palette neck, using his teeth to pull down Palette’s scarf and nibbles on his neck

“o-OH M-mY~” Palette gasped

Cupcake removes his fingers from Palette's entrance, he licked his fingers. The taste was bitter and slightly disgusting consider it came out of Palette’s BUTTHOLE, but Cupcake didn’t mind (Ro: I WARNED YOU!)

“You ready?” Cupcake asked, setting the tip of his penis in front of Palette’s hole

“Y-Yes~!” Palette gasped��

"Okay...." Cupcake panted as he slowly enters his penis into Palette's hole gently

Palette flinched in pain, and teared up. He didn't expect it to hurt this much. "I-I-It h-hurts..."

"I know it does... just hang in there and it'll be over soon..." Cupcake whispered reassuringly as he begin to move in and out of Palette slowly

"O-OwwWw!!- OwwWWW!!!-" Palette's tears started to fall, as he cried and whimpered in pain.

Cupcake began to give Palette a few love bites on his neck, trying to make him forget about the pain

Palette let out a small groan, but still whimpered.

Cupcake begins to thrust slightly harder, groaning slightly at how tight Palette was (Ro: I mean, a butthole is realy tight, and it is pretty thicc itself so... :’) )

Palette suddenly felt the pain turn into pleasure, and cried out.

Cupcake begin to thrust faster, acknowledging that the Palette that he was fucking had started to enjoy the session

"O-OH GOD!!~ IT F-F-FEELS SO GOOD N-N-NOW!!---" Palette cried in pleasure, not knowing that his butthole had started to bleed (Ro: cuz come on, if someone added a pen is into your butty, it’s going to bleed :’) I ruined yaoi sex for everyone lol)

"s-see? I told you so...." Cupcake panted as he began to pound into Palette's bleeding ass

Palette screamed in pleasure, his head tilting back, and tongue hanging out.

Cupcake panted, he moved one of his hand and began to give Palette a handjob while still fucking him

Palette's screams increased in volume, and he flushed, panting hard.

Cupcake began to make out with Palette, rotating his tongue along with Palette's

Palette kissed back while moaning and screaming- owo

“Brace y-yourself.... I-I’m gonna- OH GOD!” Cupcake groaned as he came inside Palette while still giving him a handjob

Palette suddenly came also, his cum spurting out---

Some cum went all over Cupcake’s face, but regardly he licked them off and leaned down to give Palette a deep, passionate kiss, giving Palette a taste of his own cum.

Palette kissed back, his face flushed.

Then Cupcake fell asleep from exhaustion, laying on Palette, which the younger skeleton giggled, and slowly dose off as well....

(Ro: I FREAKING WARNED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ro: WELL AIN’T THAT A HAPPY ENDING PFFF- :D ALSO THIS WAS AN RP I DID WITH @gaysushiuwu , THE CHILD THAT OWNS THIS ACCOUNT WITH ME :D I TWEAKED IT A BIT TO MAKE IT SEEMS LONGER, ALTHOUGH I GOT KIND OF LAZY AT A FEW PARTS SO I JUST COPY AND PASTE THE RP X’D BUT I STILL KEPT THE GOAL OF THE RP, AND ALSO I DID ASKED SUSHI FOR PERMISSION TO TWEAK THE STORY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH >:C ALSO IM WARMING UP WITH SEME CUPCAKE LOL ALSO THIS TOOK ME 2 DAYS TO FINISHED IEJHFDIEOLGNVDOIWQRFFV ENJOY MY SUFFERINGIHOFRHOIGDSVFL;JMO9EFD

Fell!Goth (Cupcake) and Goth belongs to @nekophy / @nekophysinpile

Palette and Fell!Palette belongs to @angexci

Aftertale!Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies

Reapertale!Sans belongs to @renrink

Story written by @roxterroar and @gaysushiuwu

Editor and Publisher is @roxterroar

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bubblezen · 7 years

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im sending it for the 2ND time bc >:( ok buttt have u thought about how RFA members (and MC) would feel when they realized they were just infatuated w each other and not in love?? like they get together but later on they break up??? i want the angst p l s for shits and giggles

………an attempt will be made -Mod Zen

Zen:

He really thought you loved him.

He did, and he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He didn’t want to pass a day without hearing your voice, seeing your face, feeling your touch.

It wasn’t until one day, when you realized that the intensity of his feelings didn’t match yours in the least.

You came home, and saw a cute little note he had written and realized your heart didn’t flutter anymore.

He didn’t make you as happy as he used to.

When you called him later that night to talk to him, he knew something was wrong. You weren’t smiling, and you didn’t seem to be happy in the least. Something was on your mind.

“Zen, I-I don’t love you.”

There, quick and easy, like a band-aid. You tried not to notice the tears in his eyes, the shaking of his hands.

“You…you what?”

“I think…it wasn’t real, my feelings for you.”

Instantly, he heard voices he didn’t want to hear.

She doesn’t care about you, she only liked you because you were attractive. She never loved you, and if she didn’t, who else would?

Silently, you told him that you were leaving to stay with a friend for a short while, your bags already packed in anticipation for this moment.

The second the door slammed, he broke.

He fell to the ground and started sobbing, unable to even move. It wasn’t until the sadness turned to rage that things started breaking.

Frames were broken, presents, trinkets, almost everything.

It took him a while, but eventually he managed to regain a facade that everything was alright. He didn’t mind that you found someone else. He didn’t mind that you looked at him with an absolute love. No, it never killed him on the inside to realize you never looked at him like that.

His narcissism only got worse after that incident because he had told himself that if he managed to convince himself that he was a pretty boy and that’s all he’d amount to, it wouldn’t hurt anymore when he saw you again, or if someone walked out of his life again.

So then…why did his heart still hurt?

Yoosung Kim:

The two of you moved pretty fast after you met at the party.

You loved him, he loved you, there wasn’t anything wrong with presenting yourself as a couple now was there?

You did all of the stereotypical couple things like watching movies, going out to eat, etcetera.

After a while, you realized that you both felt…empty.

You were sitting beside each other and there was a lull in conversation, but not a comfortable silence.

It was awkward. And it wasn’t as though this was the first time. In fact, it was beginning to happen very, very often. Neither of you knew what to do, and there wasn’t a way to fill it without becoming more awkward.

You still stayed together, you out of a sense of duty, and Yoosung because he felt it was almost necessary since you were his first girlfriend.

Eventually, you both had to be honest with each other and acknowledge the fact that you both weren’t in love, but you were merely infatuated.

You broke it off mutually, but decided to just stay friends in the end.

Months after, you become super close friends and each other’s best confidant.

He comforted you during your breakups, and you him. You both were each other’s support system and there was nobody you trusted more.

It hit you when you were sitting at home, texting him. He sent you a picture of his current girlfriend, fawning over her when you realized that you did love him.

At first, you just weren’t sure because you rushed into everything, but once you broke up and took your time getting to know each other, your feelings grew into an absolute love for him.

But there was no way you could get between him and his new girlfriend so you had to stay quiet. He was happy, and that’s all you wanted.

Jaehee Kang:

You watched as her interest in spending time with you began as the cafe took off.

She busied herself and more often than not you could barely get any time to spend alone with her.

One day, it finally all came to a head when you literally asked he if she wanted to go out, and she said something about not being able to trust any of the other employees with the shop.

You felt your heart stop. You thought that she had been just as in love with you as you loved her, but as the days passed by, you realized that she didn’t love you, but more like the idea of you.

But, it seems even that got boring for her.

You thought that you’d have to be the one who broke up with her but it turned out she could tell herself that this wasn’t working out.

She sat you down, and told you honestly and to your face that she didn’t feel like your partnership was a relationship anymore.

Honestly you were glad. After all, she was honest and she didn’t try to drag everything out. Quick and concise, that was always her.

You managed to go back to your place without crying too much and just sat against the door, numb before you realized you needed to take care of yourself.

The days continued to pass by as you worked hard to move on and eventually fell in love with someone else.

Now you two are class A besties that are perfectly inseparable.

Jumin Han:

He was so madly in love with you.

You listened to him without him having to prompt you to. You could see past his facade and for the lost and confused person he really was.

The best thing for him to come home to was you willing to just listen to him talk about mundane things that happened at work.

In a way, you taught him how to feel.

So then, imagine his surprise when you told him that you didn’t think you loved him anymore.

He was in complete denial, and was hoping that you were just messing with him, or you were just having a bad day or something else happened. He didn’t think he did anything wrong.

As you explained that you didn’t think he was really the one for you and that you had fallen out of love-if you could even call it that-so you needed to leave him before you hurt him.

At this point, he was numb. He couldn’t even process this. Leave before you hurt him, did you see how he felt? Couldn’t you see the pain on his face.

He was almost ready to find other, monetary ways of convincing you to stay when he knew that it really wouldn’t work. Instead, he made the decision to just let you go.

It went against every fiber of his being, but he knew deep down that he can’t force someone to stay no matter how he feels about them.

Instead, he threw himself into his work.

He did everything that he could to distract himself, created various projects, checked everything meticulously because so long as he was busy with his job he didn’t have to remember you leaving him.

There was nothing he felt that he could do, nobody that he felt could fill that void in him.

And he never trusted himself to fall in love ever again.

Saeyoung Choi:

He didn’t know that such intense feelings could fade so fast.

Once you and him became official, the initial joy of seeing you in the chatroom faded.

His heart didn’t skip a beat anymore when he heard your voice. The butterflies in his stomach calmed themselves whenever he saw your face. He knew that he wasn’t in love anymore.

He was so confused for the first couple of days, wondering just if it was just a fluke.

He thought that he had never felt this way about someone, loved someone as passionately as he loved you.

But, once he realized that his love for you really was fading, he began to distance himself.

Despite everything else. he knew that he couldn’t hurt you.

He tried to get you to break up with him, busied himself and purposely went to bed after you did and woke up before you did.

He thought that if he got you to leave him, it’d be easier.

It didn’t work.

He ended up having to tell you himself. He had to tell you that he didn’t love you, nor did he ever think that his feelings for you were ever love.

He’ll never forget the look on your face. The grief, anger, and unshed tears.

When you walked out of that door, he sighed to himself, knowing that it was for the best. After all, he didn’t want to drag a relationship out longer than it needed to be.

From that point on, you never really talked to Seven. You’d ignore him in chats, or just make polite small talk before excusing yourself. He honestly didn’t mind.

But, he couldn’t understand.

Why did it hurt him so much that you had another’s arm around your shoulder?

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