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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Sundancer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Some pictures, Angst, Pining, drinking, explicit language, oral sex (female/male receiving), love fluff. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @honeysucklechocolatedrippin from the 100 smut prompts ask list. I got caught up with this one because I went back to the Show Runner AU. I kinda love these two. Hope you enjoy. Read Show Runner.

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This press tour was going to be all work. No play.

Those were the strict rules that you were given.

This was the premiere film and television festival and January in Park City could be a fun, wild place and time, but you were on the clock.

There would be no open flirting, touching, or even covert fucking while the cast was there.

You listened to the lecture and smiled and nodded when appropriate.

Truth be told, you really weren’t paying attention, just waiting on your knees, naked and wet, to suck the shit out of his dick.

When he gave you permission to of course.

You were determined to suck all those stupid ideas out of his brain along with all his cum when he gave you the chance.

And Rafael was, indeed, without much coherent thought when you were done.

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Wednesday

That conversation was of no consequence to you four days later when you landed in Park City.

Daveed and Rafa had been there for two days and the rest of the cast was trickling in.

You gathered your bag while answering a few questions from the paps and headed to your hotel alone, following the driver who held your name up outside baggage claim to a luxury suv.

You texted Rafael that you had landed, to which he just replied, “Good.”

No, ‘how was your flight,’ nothing.

You sighed, assuming he was busy.

He had been texting you nonstop for the past three days and now he wanted to play you.

That was cool.

You relaxed as you took in the snowy scenery of snowy Park City.

You were taken to a stunning tiny little chalet at the edge of the city and halfway up the mountain.

The views were spectacular, the cute cozy kitchen fully stocked, and the fireplace was bomb.

As you took in all the antler decor, you texted Rafa again, hyped at the accommodations.

This is dope!

You made sure your cleavage was right in your v-neck sweater and took a selfie of you from above in the bedroom.

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

You saw the thought bubbles, but no response.

Cool cool cool.

If that’s what he wanted. That’s what he would get. Ice.

You shook your head and looked in the refrigerator for water. You also found your favorite snacks.

Production thought of everything. You’d thank Gwen later.

You relaxed on the couch until it was time to get ready for the mixer.

The car was ready to go at 6:45, in time to get you fashionably late to the Television mixer at the Waldorf Astoria at 7.

Because of all the traffic, you didn’t arrive until 7:30, but you were chilling. You spotted your crew immediately, partly because they were the loudest.

You loved this new family you made.

“Ayyyy! What’s cracking! We thought you’d never make it. Late flight? You want a drink?”

You laughed at Daveed, seeing that he was on his way to getting lit.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

He raised his cute ass eyebrow at you. “This grown folks shit. You sure?”

“Yes. I’m grown. I need to catch up to you! I misjudged the time to leave my chalet. What time did you all leave yours?”

“Ummmm. I walked downstairs like 20 minutes ago. The whole cast is staying here. You’re the only one staying on the other side of town.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t know what to say as Daveed turned to go get your drink.

You looked around and saw a lot of actors you’d love to work with, some you already had, and some you knew to stay away from.

You spotted Rafa’s golden hair on the other side of the room.

You weren’t going to go after him, and you didn’t need to, because some of your cast mates enveloped you and Daveed brought you a drink.

You were having too good a time to worry about Mr. Artistic Integrity.

You two circled the room, never really ending up in the same place. You finally saw him with Gwen and got a chance to talk. Rafa saw you approach. He nodded.

“Hey, Long time no see. You make it in ok ?”

You looked at Rafael for an extra beat. He’d seen you up close and personal three days ago when you’d ridden his face.

But you were an actor. You could play this game.

“Hey Casal. Yeah, I got a few hours ago.”

You turned to the logistics producer.

“Gwen! My chalet is so dope!”

She raised her eyebrow at you.

“That’s great! So, you wanted peace and quiet and away from the rest of us, ay?” Gwen laughed as you and Rafa smiled politely. You were seething.

“Trying to avoid all the parties. I get it now, although I thought it was weird that you declined accommodations.”

“You know our girl, always a loner.”

Rafael took a sip of his drink, looking at you over it. Your blood boiled but you turned and smiled at Gwen.

“Yeah. On my INFJ shit. What’s the lineup for tomorrow?”

You made small talk to avoid cussing Rafael the fuck out. He stood there for a minute, listening and being an adorable muthafukin asshole.

Other people came up and you didn’t even notice Rafa step away. But you spotted him, in a corner with that little twat Ava with the tight little body. Just his type.

He saw you stalking out of the mixer as he chatted her up.

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Two hours later, you were cozy in the hot tub, smoking some kush to relax, scrolling your phone.

A TMZ post from your explore page caught your eye.

There was a picture of Daveed, next to Rafa and Ava, who looked pretty close and fucking beautiful together.

The gossip site gushed over the picture of the Bay Boys, noting the ‘adorable couple’ and their mingling at the mixer and somehow sneaking in a not so subtle hint that they were staying at the same hotel.

That was the final straw. You saw it all. Rafa wanted you far away from him while he fucked this little miniature Bratz doll. Bet.

It was only midnight. You were going to get your own plastic action figure for the night.

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Thursday

The next morning, you met up with the crew at the suite which was set up for the series press day.

You went straight to Chelsea who was set up in the bedroom of the suite.

You gave her a hug and took off your sunglasses. Your eyes were puffy.

“Damn girl. You did have fun last night. I got just the thing for those circles.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let her work her magic.

You emerged ten minutes later and went and got something to eat and a bottle of water from the catering station set up in the kitchen. You watched D and Rafa charm the interviewer.

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

Ten minutes after that, you find yourself sitting in a chair with the cast lined up, somehow seated next to Rafael.

As the first interviewer was setting up, you got comfortable in your chair. Being a professional.

“I see you had fun last night.”

You looked over at Rafael as if surprised to see him there.

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you.

“I said it looks like you had fun with Michael last night.”

He held up his phone and you squinted at a post of you and your new friend, a highly sought after actor who had been in one of Rafa’s favorite movies.

The pic was from after you went back out to the club last night. You were hugged up close.

You looked in his eyes and saw that he felt some kinda way. He had some fucking nerve.

You smirked.

“Yeah. He’s really truly a dope person. Not just beauty, but brains too. I love an intelligent man. We… talked all night.”

Rafa’s smile slipped. You sat back and put on a megawatt smile for the reporter.

The entire day was filled with your secret shots and animosity toward Rafa.

You couldn’t wait to talk to him in private and tell him not to call your cell phone ever again.

Reporter: “This show has many complex relationships, and you are at the center of two of them that are just developing as the series begins. What do you do to ease into a new relationship?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs.

“That is a great question. Let’s just take an example of, say, meeting someone at... a club?”

Daveed leaned in front of Rafa and said, “This is not a true story from last night by the way.”

“Of course not,” you quickly replied and winked. Everyone laughed, everyone but Rafa.

“What I’ve found recently that works wonders is: ‘Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.’”

Everyone was dying laughing.

Rafa choked on his water. You leaned over and patted him on the back. “You good?”

He just glared at you. You shrugged and kept it moving.

“No, but really. You should start off in a relationship where you can be open and honest. There’s really no relationship if you can’t have that.”

Rafael cleared his throat, but you refused to look at him.

The press day continued.

After eight hours of interviews, you were ready to get out of there, so while Rafa and D were playing host, you managed to get out and to the car.

You were exhausted of the tension.

On your way to the chalet, Rafa texted you.

‘We need to talk.’

You huffed. Now he wanted to talk.

Well, tough shit.

You blocked his number.

You couldn’t function like this right now. You and him could break it off next week in LA. He was right, you were on the clock.

That night at the Midnight showing, you sat with Michael.

Might as well try to have some fun. The paparazzi were snapping lots of pictures with you two.

While Mike took a quick interview, you made your way to the bar alone.

“You’ve not answered any of my texts. Or my calls.”

You rolled your eyes at Rafael.

“You’ve texted and called?”

You shrugged and took a drink.

“Look. We can do all that back in Cali next week. Gotta keep it professional here, isn’t that the deal?”

You downed your drink and walked back over to Michael, Rafael boring a hole in your back.

He left you alone after that.

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Friday

The next day and night were much the same, a cast interview and screening of two episodes during the day and another industry party at night.

Rafa being so busy made it easy to stay away from each other.

You got back to your place with a bottle of tequila about midnight.

You were flying out the next day and you should have some fun, even if it was not what you’d envisioned before you arrived in Park City.

You hated Rafael Casal.

But you refused to cry. Again.

An hour later, you looked up from your drunken haze to see Rafa standing over you.

He looked so damn good in this dream.

“You shouldn’t drink a whole bottle of tequila in a hot tub, especially alone.”

“What the fuck do you care? You’re probably fucking Ava ten ways from Sunday right now.”

Dream Rafa raised his eyebrow at you and shook his head.

“Why would I want to fuck Ava?”

“Right? Especially when you could have all this.”

You stood up, almost falling and showing off your wet, naked body. You giggled as he appreciated you, his eyes sweeping down your body.

Dream Rafa moved closer to you and grabbed your hand as you wobbled.

“Let’s get out and get you some water.”

He helped you out and wrapped you in one of the huge white fluffy robes that you’d found in the closet.

He led you to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

You drank, your head clearing, but just a bit.

You kept staring at Dream Rafa, who was regarding you steadily, a weird look on his face.

When you finished, he walked you to the bedroom and watched as you lay down. You looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 1:30 am.

You opened your robe and turned to see Dream Rafa in bed with you.

“How convenient. I’m so so horny Dream Boy. Haven’t had any dick since last week.”

You untied the robe and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples, arching your back.

Rafael watched you hungrily.

“Help me to get off. Fuck me, Dream lover. The real Rafa doesn’t want me anymore…”

You moved your hand down to your core and started playing in it, moaning and watching Rafa watch you.

As he licked his lips, you brought your hand up and let him taste the wetness on your fingers. He hummed, then took your hand in his.

“Not like this. I want you. Fully present and clear headed. But I want you. And we need to talk.”

He kissed the palm of your hand and covered you with the robe again.

You groaned and turned away from him.

“Even the Rafael of my dreams reject me? I can’t believe I’m in love with such a jackass.”

You didn’t feel Rafa pull you close as you started shoring.

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Saturday

You woke up alone, mad at the sunlight. Your head was pounding.

Your mouth was parched, but you found a bottle of water on the bedside table.

You grabbed it, grateful that you got it on the way to the bedroom last night.

As you sat up and drank, you groaned as you thought back to your dream.

You had to get him out of your system.

You got up and went to the kitchen, halfway expecting to see him there.

You sighed with something that must have been relief when he wasn’t there.

You took your water and some grapes to the little kitchen bar and sat there, eating and drinking slowly with your head in your hand.

You jumped when you heard a key in the front door and stared when Rafa let himself in.

“Look who’s up. Bet you’ve got a doozy of a headache.”

You just continued to gape as he put his bags down on the counter. He handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“You’ll need these.” He put some pedialyte in front of you. “And this.”

“Wait. Did you just let yourself in? With a key?”

“Yeah. This is my chalet. I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“I thought you had a hotel room.”

“I do. This is business so production put the cast up there. D and I decided to join.”

Your heart clenched at the fact he did not want you there too. What was this reality? Then you thought about the dream.

“Wait. Were you really here last night?”

You were confusion.

Rafa smiled at you.

“You want something to eat? Gotta get something in your stomach besides tequila and grapes.”

You groaned and held your head at the realization that last night was not a dream.

“Fuck. Did I say all that? Did I do all that? Out loud?”

You peeked at him through your fingers.

That smile. “Yeah.”

You were mad. He looked to fucking happy.

“Well, don’t take it personal. I was zooted. When I’m sober, I hate you Rafael.”

He frowned. “Are you sober now?”

You opened the bottle of aspirin and drank some pedialyte.

“Unfortunately, yes. Very sober.”

Rafa moved next to you.

“I’m going to come closer so I don’t have to yell.”

He tipped your chin up with two fingers.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a fucking brat.”

You were ready to fight.

“I’m a brat? I’m a BRAT?”

You leaned back, your hands on the counter behind you to get some space from the electricity bouncing between you.

“You ignore me as soon as I land in the same city as you, and then you put me out here in this secret hideaway so you can fuck with that Ava chick.”

You closed your eyes because you’d be damned if you cried right now.

“I thought we agreed that we’d talk to each other before we tired of each other and got with other people?”

Rafa leaned close to you, caging you in with his arms on the counter beside yours.

You could barely breathe, the emotions were getting the better of you. You just wanted to kiss him.

“Who told you that I fucked Ava?”

This time you raised your chin on your own.

“No one had to tell me. I saw the pictures of you two together. I can read, Rafa.”

“Not very well in this situation, I’m afraid.”

Rafa shook his head and looked down. Then looked back up at you with those damn eyes.

“You also don’t listen. Did you even hear what I said? I just said I love you.”

You just stared at him.

“Wait… what?”

Rafa brought his hips closer to yours, standing up tall. You wanted them on you.

“I love you, you fucking brat. Why would I want Ava when the woman I love has all this.”

And he reached for you, opening the tie on your robe. He sighed as he moved his hands on your brown skin. He was home.

“I want you to listen. Listen before you jump ahead and try to argue.”

You were about to say something and clamped your mouth shut at his warning glance.

“I told you, this was work. And we agreed not to go public with our relationship yet.”

He saw you wanting to protest.

“We agreed.”

His hands spread against your stomach, thumbs on your warm nipples.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was controlling myself. I wanted to meet you at the airport, but the paps are swarming.”

Rafael's blue eyes were now dark.

“And I didn’t stash you away because I wanted to fuck Ava, but because this is my home and I wanted you in it.”

Rafa finally kissed you, and you took his tongue in your mouth, wanting to own a part of him. Your moan while you kissed was getting him even harder.

“And when you sent me that picture of you in the bedroom, I wanted to run over here and take you in every room, but I couldn’t. Still working. Just had to jack off when I could. To that picture.”

You moaned as his words made you drip down your thigh.

He pressed his pelvis to you and you could feel how hard he was. You took a ragged breath and forced your hands to remain on the counter.

But you looked up into those burning blue eyes. You were wet and ready.

“It was killing me knowing that you were so close, sleeping in my bed without me, naked in my hot tub without me, and that I couldn’t touch you, hold you. Fuck the shit out of you. Hear you scream my name.”

“Tire of you? God, I wish I could get tired of you. I want you all the time, I can hardly function when you’re not around.”

He kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. You were definitely weak.

“I was coming over that first night, but I saw you going out. To the club. Where it seems you hooked up with Mike.”

Rafa bit down on your pulse point.

“Rafa, I…”

Rafa licked the spot he just bit.

“Shhh. I know you didn’t get with him, but you were a bit of a bitch at the Q and A day. And then you took him to the midnight screening.”

Rafa was appraising your body possessively now.

“You tried to make me think that you were with him; that he was touching you like this.”

Rafa grabbed your breasts and squeezed your nipples between your fingers. You arched into his hands.

“It was like you were teasing me.”

His hands moved down your torso and around to your ass, squeezing and pulling your cheeks apart and ghosting your intimate parts with his fingers.

“You know I don’t like to be teased.”

He released you and took two steps back, leaving you feeling bereft.

You were panting in the middle of his kitchen. You felt what it was like to be teased.

“Rafa, I’m sorry. Please…”

Rafa was two steps ahead of you. He was pulling his Oaklandish hoodie over his head. Then he shook his head at you.

He bent his head to your breast as he lifted it roughly to meet his lips. He drew your hard bud between his lips and grazed it with his teeth.

Rafa nipped and sucked your flesh roughly as he licked the fingers in his other hand and reached between your legs.

“Did you want Mike to touch your cunt like this?”

“No...only you Cash…”

He traced his fingers between your wet lips, causing you to shudder and moan. Then he started to tease your clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you love me.”

“I..I…” You didn’t know when it happened, but it did. “Fuck it. I love you Rafael.”

You sigh in relief and with desire as he pushed his fingers deeper into you.

He moaned softly in your ear as he pressed you back against the island.

“Good girl. Now tell me more. Tell me you love what I’m doing to you right now. Tell me you love this shit.”

“I love it so fucking much,” you squeaked, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, your nails digging in.

As he pumped his fingers, you wriggled and started to grind against his hand. As you wriggled more, he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck! Stay still.”

His tongue licked up and down your neck as his hand went faster and faster, playing you like an instrument.

You were getting so close, and Rafa could feel it. So he stopped and stepped back again, panting while he tasted his fingers and leaving you quivering and emotional.

You refused to beg, but he knew what you needed.

“I want to punish you for not listening to me and your heart, but I can't because I’d be punishing myself.”

He walked toward you again, put his hands on you and slid down your body as he knelt before you.

Rafa looking up at you like that made you fall in love all over again.

He leaned forward and kissed your lower lips oh so tenderly. Then, he licked them, and you had to hold on to the counter again. Then he started talking.

“I’ve been hard for you ever since you texted me that you touched down.”

He kissed each of your thighs and lifted one up and rested it on his shoulder. You were not ready.

“I was so pissed off all day. Until I saw you that night.”

Rafa lightly licked a long stripe between your legs.

He pulled back and looked at your pussy, as if entranced.

“But, I stayed away from you at the mixer because I knew I would drag you to a bathroom and bend you over the sink…”

Rafa slowly rolled his tongue over your slit. You held your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

He looked up at you and chuckled.

“No close neighbors. Let me hear you.”

He sighed as he looked at you again.

“I wanted to take you in the bedroom at the suite during the press day and put your ankles around your ears to dig out that attitude.”

Rafa licked you again, making you tremble and moan loudly.

“I decided to come and give you an ultimatum last night, but I get here and you were so cute and drunk and said that you loved me.”

He graced you with a smile. You smile back and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I know you said that I don’t own you. But you own me. Body and soul. I’m starving for you.”

And then he dove in, making you gasp as he eagerly parted your lips with his tongue and started to flick it back and forth over your clit, grasping your ass and your leg to support you and keep you in place.

This time he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and swiped, his head moving back and forth as he ate. He did it until your eyes rolled back into your head and you were screaming his name. He increased his pace and intensity until you were a quivering, moaning mess.

You come on Rafa’s face in the middle of a ski chalet in Park City, Utah.

You were still quivering as you watched him stand up, take off his shirt and wipe his face with it.

“So, you can take your flight back to LA in a couple of hours, or you can stay until Monday and we can be seen together tonight. In public.”

Your face lit up as he led you to the bathroom. You were catching on.

“And we will be ‘good friends’ for a few weeks until we let on.”

“Now, you’re listening.” Rafa was smiling wide now.

“Wait, does Diggs know about us?” Rafa started taking off his pants. You needed what was inside.

“Nevermind. I know the answer, Jackass.”

You ignored Rafa’s laugh as you began to make up for lost time.

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Chapters: 4/4 Relationships: Frisk & Sans, Sans & Toriel, Frisk & Toriel Characters: Frisk, Sans, Toriel Additional Tags: Backstory, Worldbuilding for the Surface, Child Abandonment, child endangerment, A Plethora of Trust Issues Wrapped Up In an Expectation For Violence, seriously this kid's been attacked by pretty much everyone, Frisk Is a Sweetheart, Gender-Neutral Frisk, Determination, Big Brother Sans, in a shocking turn of events sans is the sane well-adjusted adult here, .......i mean he's still sans but, Choose Your Own Adventure Components Summary:

Frisk went to Mt. Ebott for a reason. Frisk knows exactly what's up there, in the world everyone wants to see so badly. Frisk would be happy to never see it again.

When sans wakes up (when did he go to sleep?), he’s in a dark cavern.

Which makes sense, because he lives in a dark cavern, and has all his life.

But wasn’t there…something…? He’d followed Papyrus to the castle, the human—Frisk.

The human has a name, and it’s Frisk. Somehow, he can be certain of this. Maybe a time travel thing?

Hmm. Food for thought. Sans decides to not think about it.

From what he can see without moving his head at all, he’s still in the room with the barrier. Maybe not time travel, then. The barrier’s glow is…redder than usual? Orange? And faint, too. It’s normally much brighter than this, isn’t it?

His newfound certainty tells him that the barrier is gone, that that glow is from the sun rising on the Surface, and that Frisk is responsible for this—the barrier, not the sunrise.

Is it worth turning his head to check? He gave up on ever leaving this place a long time ago. Is it really worth getting his hopes up for freedom?

“WOWIE! Looks like the barrier is gone! That’s neat!”

Oh, nice. Papyrus is here. It’s probably fine, then.

“And! Th-the human! Is…taking a nap????” Papyrus’s voice cracks.

Oh, fuck.

Well, there’s sans’s ‘sense of crushing failure’ quota for the year. Door lady meets him for the first time and he immediately passes out while her human dies. Great.

Welp.

“My child…?” Toriel’s familiar voice stamps home his absolute failure to protect her kid. Shit, fuck. Poor kiddo. He’d really thought…

“Ah. It appears they are sleeping. See, Papyrus? They are still breathing. Humans only breathe when they are alive and well,” Toriel explains.

Sans closes his eyes for a quiet sigh of his own.

Oh, thank hell. DETERMINATION wins again.

Sans can’t say he loves what that stuff can do, but the h—Frisk is as full of it as anyone he’s ever seen, and apparently, it let them do the impossible. The barrier is broken and they’re not dead, just sleeping. Probably resting off the burnout of too much DETERMINATION at once. It’s going to be…alright, maybe.

Things might just be OK.

The thought gives Sans enough strength to open his eyes and get up. Time to face the day, and all.

Facing the day turns out to be a lot like sitting vigil. The kid sleeps for hours and hours, sometimes squirming, sometimes crying out in pain. Trying to wake them does nothing but provoke more whimpers, so Toriel demands that they all give the kid space.

Around six hours in, Asgore retreats back to his kingly duties. He clearly wants to stay, but Toriel just as clearly wants him to leave, so he mutters something about getting ready to move and glances over his shoulder a whole lot as he goes. Undyne goes with him for emotional support, and Alphys for logistical support, and Papyrus for…enthusiasm support?

Sans should probably do something, too, but frankly, the kiddo has the right idea. And Toriel is with them, too. A new friend and an old friend and an excuse to nap; right here is exactly where sans wants to be.

Frisk sure takes their time waking up, but that’s fine. If there’s anything sans and Toriel have in common (besides their senses of humor, that is), it’s patience.

It’s around the fifteen-hour mark when the kid stops squirming and crying out and starts straight-up crying. Toriel’s heart is breaking immediately. Sans’s is, too, a little. The legendary fallen angel who saved the monsters is looking an awful lot like a little kid in pain right now.

Toriel begins to speak softly to them.

“It is just a bad dream, my child. You will wake up, and it will be over. We will…I will make you a cinnamon-butterscotch pie, and you can tell me of your adventures. All is well,” she soothes. She runs a careful paw over Frisk’s hair and gives sans a strained smile.

Her tone is soft, but her eyes are frightened. She could probably do with some reassurance right now. Support. A friend?

Ah, fuck, but sans isn’t good at this. Never really has been, with anyone but Papyrus. He can try, though.

“uh, what she said. i’ve heard a lot about this pie, frisk, are ya really gonna make me wait to try it out? besides, uh, that time i tried making it. trust me, kiddo: the less said about that, the better.”

His attempt at pie hadn’t actually been bad per se, but Toriel is giving a brave giggle, so sans can excuse a white lie. The kid is still silently crying.

“aw, buddy, you’ve got the wrong baked good…it’s cake that’s s’posed to be in tiers,” he says. Toriel gives a tremulous smile.

Frisk sobs and thrashes.

“Frisk…!” Toriel pets their hair harder. Their head moves a little with each stroke. “This is all just a bad dream…! Please, wake up…!”

And after a way-too-long nap, the kid does.

Frisk gasps awake, panting and still teary, and Toriel immediately backs up, giving them space. All of her fear melts away like it was never there, replaced with a gentle smile.

Wow. Being a parent must take a lot of work. Looking at the love in Toriel’s eyes now, though, and the way the kiddo instantly turns to her and relaxes, it looks…well, Sans can see why she wants so badly to mother them. The way the kid’s face is now, you’d think nothing could hurt them while Toriel’s around.

It must be…nice, to be needed like that.

“Oh! You are awake! Thank goodness!” Toriel says. She clasps her hands in front of her.

Frisk frowns and looks around, bringing one hand up to touch the tear tracks on their face. They look between sans and Toriel, and then at the otherwise empty room around them.

“you were out for a bit there, bud. i mean, i’m all for sleeping, but maybe get to a bed next time, yeah?” sans suggests. Frisk keeps looking around them for something…someone?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t come. Frisk makes a small, sad noise and hugs themself.

Toriel looks to be physically restraining herself from going over there and wrapping them in a hug. To be fair, looking at their face, you’d think their brother died or something. But before she can decide whether to try to comfort them or not, Frisk points to the east, where the barrier had been.

“Oh, the barrier?” Toriel asks. Frisk nods.

“Ah. The barrier has fallen. The room to the east leads outside, now.” Toriel inches forward, like Frisk won’t notice her getting closer if she’s sneaky about it.

Frankly, sans isn’t sure why she doesn’t just give in and give the kid a hug or something. Frisk clearly needs one, and it isn’t gonna come from sans. He chalks it up to some parental instinct telling her the kid needs space, or something.

“We were waiting for you to wake up before we leave. I believe your other friends are letting everyone know to get ready,” Toriel says.

Frisk stares at sans.

“who, me?” he asks. “nah. that looked like a lot of effort. just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

They cock their head. Toriel seems to take this as a sign to sweep them into a gentle embrace and cuddle them close. They don’t seem to mind.

“Say your goodbyes, my child. We will be waiting here when you are ready,” she says, giving them a squeeze before setting them back on the ground. Frisk’s brow creases.

*For sure? they ask, looking intensely at Toriel.

Her heart visibly melts. “You may take all the time you need, my child. It seems you have made a great many friends since I last saw you. We will be patient while you prepare whatever you need to.”

Frisk insists. *Promise you won’t go up before I come back?

Toriel kneels down to their height, and says solemnly, “I promise, my child.”

Frisk transfers their heavy look to sans. Ah, he should have known better than to think he’d escape.

“who, me? heh, i’m in no hurry.” He’s really not. In fact…he grabs Frisk’s stick off the ground where it fell earlier. “i’ve got time to ‘stick’ around.”

He makes a cymbal crash in the background and winks. Toriel laughs out loud; Frisk smiles a little, but doesn’t lose the stress lines on their face.

*You two should say goodbye, too, says Frisk. They fidget with the hem of their sweater, hunched over like it’s a heavy weight.

“Thank you for your thought, child, but I have been prepared to leave this place for a long time. I have said my goodbyes,” Toriel says, petting Frisk’s hair. Frisk flinches at the reminder of the monsters’ long imprisonment.

Frisk looks to sans as they lean into Toriel’s paw like they’ve never been pet before. It’s almost too cute.

sans shrugs. “i don’t have to say goodbye to anything. we’re all making it to the surface together, right? it’s a nice day. nothing lost.”

Frisk looks down at the ground, pushing into Toriel’s paw a little more before reaching up to remove it.

*I have to go get something. Don’t leave without me, they say.

“Of course, child,” says Toriel. “I promised, did I not? We will not leave you.”

Ah, is that where this is coming from? Abandonment issues? That sucks. Poor kid. Well, least sans can do is offer them some peace of mind while they run their errand.

“sure, kid,” he says, deliberately casual. Like waiting around here instead of seeing the sky for the very first time is just whatever.

Eh. He wants to wait for Papyrus to go out, anyway. It won’t be any fun without his brother—Paps’s reactions are half the fun, here.

Frisk sticks out their smallest finger.

“huh? what’s that?” sans asks—but luckily, Toriel seems to know.

“Ah…you want us to give you a ‘Pinkie Promise’? Would that make you feel better?” she asks. Frisk nods solemnly.

“Very well. I ‘Pinkie Promise,’” Toriel says, holding out her paw. Frisk carefully wraps their finger around her smallest claw and makes a handshake motion.

So, a Pinkie Promise is…like a promise with a handshake? Or something?

When the weight of Frisk’s expectation falls back to sans, he hedges, “eh, i’m not one to make promises…”

Toriel gives him an amused glance, probably under the impression that Frisk doesn’t know about his promise to her. Whoops. Well, it all turned out alright.

Frisk continues to stare at him.

“that look on your face…” sans sighs. “you’re not leaving until you get a promise out of me, are you?”

They’d do it, too. Frisk had worn Undyne down until she didn’t want to kill them anymore; they’d definitely stare sans down until he broke—however long it took. Even if they can’t outlast him in patience, they do beat him out in determination.

No use delaying the inevitable. There are worse fates than waiting around for the kid.

“you’re really making me pull my wait here,” he tells them. “but fine, if it’ll take a wait off your shoulders. i’ll be here until you come back.”

He offers them his pinkie, which they grasp firmly and bounce once. The most sacred of vows is made.

Frisk offers him a solemn nod before they scurry off to parts unknown.

It’s not long at all before Frisk returns—just long enough that Toriel has remembered that she didn’t bring anything for Frisk, and that they might need any of the things kids need on the surface. Or, sans suspects, she’s remembered that she wants to make them a pie. She’s talked often enough–and fondly—about how she used to prepare a special pie for her children…she asked sans to stay and wait for Frisk, and to let them know that she hasn’t abandoned them and will in fact be returning with a surprise, and that she is very excited to see the surface with them. sans had to promise again (ugh, commitment) that he wouldn’t leave until Frisk came back, just to stop her from worrying herself out of it.

Not that he’d mind her company while he waits around, but she’s talked once or twice about how much she misses hearing little feet run through her home. If she wants to do something nice for the kid, he’s not gonna stop her.

It helps if he doesn’t think of this as another promise, just…reinforcing his earlier one. As long as he doesn’t go outside before Frisk comes back, he’s golden. Can’t be more than a few days, at most.

And speak of the human, Frisk is already darting back down the hall, out of breath. Were they sprinting?

Huh. They’ve barely been gone twenty minutes, and already they’re scampering back like he might have disappeared while they were gone.

Those are some abandonment issues. sans can understand why Toriel was so worried about stepping out for a minute.

He adjusts his posture to be even a touch lazier, deliberately not looking to the east. see, kiddo? just waiting, like i said. nothing to worry about.

Out loud, he says, “that was fast. take a shortcut?”

*No, Frisk says, solemn. They glance around the room and…falter. *Mom?

Right, right. “she said she’s comin’ right back. went off to get something ready. just between you and me, kid, there might be a surprise in your future.”

He winks his left eye, but the kid’s returned smile is off. A little too tense around the eyes as they process this information, before they shake their head a touch too firmly and walk to the eastern end of the room.

Sans strolls behind them, but keeps his distance. They’re looking pretty worked up.

They’re only getting tenser as they approach the doorway to the Surface. sans has a bad feeling about this.

“you know, if you wanted to go with tori, i’m sure you could. she’s a real nice lady, be happy to see you. besides, i know a shortcut. we could catch up with her in no time,” sans offers. Heh, literally no time…because no time would pass while he’s taking his shortcut…

The kid is stone-faced. Well, they can’t all be winners.

Well, they’re less stone-faced and more…biting their lip and clutching something in their pocket, shifting back and forth on their feet like they can’t decide where to go. Indecision weakens the rigid line of their shoulders for a moment and their foot creeps an inch towards him, but they don’t turn around, staring at the portal to the world they’re from and wavering.

Then their resolve firms up, and they take the last step to stand in the doorway where the barrier had been. They go no further. They turn their back on the surface, and face sans, but don’t meet his eye. Their hair falls in their face and they don’t move it aside.

They’re, uh.

“lookin’ pretty fierce, there, kiddo,” sans says gently—cautiously. “getting ready to face the world?”

He doesn’t like that look at all. The squared stance, feet placed apart but poised to move in any direction, the broad set to their shoulders—it’s like they’re…filling up space? Trying to look bigger than they are?—no, it’s like they’re…putting down roots. Unstoppable force turned immovable object. Like they’re gearing up for a fight, or like they’re protecting something.

Protecting something, but not necessarily from sans—or at least, not sans alone. Their head is cocked slightly to hear behind them, and their weight centered to spin. Evidently they don’t plan on giving ground in any direction.

Now, sans has seen Frisk do a lot of things. Nonsensical things, funny things, concerning things, sad things. But even before their almost-fight with Asgore, he’s never seen them really prepare to FIGHT. Even in front of Undyne, when sans had been dead certain they would kill or be killed, they’d darted away again and again. He was pretty sure they’d been planning to sprint through the rest of the Underground with her on their tail, if she hadn’t had some trouble with Hotland.

It had given him…a lot of confidence, actually. Every time he’d seen no way around violence—their battles with Muffet, the guards in Hotland, Mettaton’s live TV battle with them, Jerry—he’d looked back at it all before meeting them for judgement. There were a lot of encounters Frisk had had with absurdly specific or seemingly random solutions. sans had thought most times that the only way for them to get through was to kill the monster in question. Not out of malice, but because their opponents would have killed Frisk, for the most part, without a second thought.

It takes a certain kind of person to ACT instead of FIGHT back when the monsters around them are choosing to FIGHT each turn. Gambling their own life in the hopes that they’d be able to SPARE someone who wouldn’t do the same for them…even if sans’s vague suspicions about their DETERMINATION are correct, there’s only so many times DT can bring a person back from the brink. They’d risked a lot to find a peaceful route that sans would have given up on, if he were them.

Frisk has shown time and time again that they’re DETERMINED to avoid killing anyone. Even when it would be understandable, even when it would be smart. They’re a pacifist, through and through.

So what brings a person like that to stand where the barrier had been, trembling violently, but preparing for the FIGHT of their life?

“uh,” says sans. He’s not really sure how to handle this. “we did get through the last FIGHT, right? there’s not something nasty waiting for us on the other side of that barrier?”

Come to think of it, he doesn’t know why exactly Frisk ended up down here. He’d figured it was for the obvious reason, but…

Frisk won’t look at him. They stay tense. That looks exhausting.

“bud,” sans says. “buddy. frisk.”

He takes a step forward—he can’t see their eyes, but he knows they’re watching him like a hawk. Their whole body shifts to track him, while keeping their guard up behind them.

*No one is fighting anyone, they say.

Sans gives them an obvious once-over. They’re more geared for a fight than just about anyone in the Underground, right now.

He takes another step. “sure doesn’t look that way.”

*No one is fighting anyone. Because monsters will never go to the Surface.

So that’s how it is.

The FIGHT begins.

(continue reading on ao3)

#undertale #frisk #sans #undertale fic #genfic #uh. how do tag #is that good enough??#finally beginning to post links to stuff on here #writing tag

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propshophannah · 7 years

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When should you start going to the gynecologist? No one ever told us in high school about it. The first time you go, what will happen? Is it like a normal check up?

“The American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists recommends that teenage girls start seeing a gynecologist between the ages of 13 and 15,” (girlshealth.gov). It’s also recommended that you get a pelvic exam by the time you are 21 years old—regardless of whether or not you’ve only has same sex partners (sexetc.org).

SIDE NOTE: If you don’t go when you’re 13-15, then you should go if any of the following apply (or have applied) to you:

You’re sexually active! Meaning you’ve had vaginal, oral, or anal sex. Or any kind of intimate sexual contact.

Sexual contact: “Any type of touching during sexual activity between two people, including sexual intercourse, oral sex, and skin-to-skin contact in the genital area (around the vagina, penis, scrotum, anus, and thigh). Sexually transmitted infections (STIs) such as genital herpes, HPV (warts), and syphilis can be passed by having sexual contact with areas that are not covered by a condom.”

You haven’t gotten your period in three or more months.

You have stomach pain, fever, and fluid coming from your vagina that is yellow, gray, or green with a strong smell — all of which are possible signs of a serious condition called pelvic inflammatory disease (PID) that needs immediate treatment.

You’re having problems with your period, like a lot of pain, bleeding heavily, or bleeding for longer than usual, or it has stopped coming regularly.

You have not gotten your period by the age of 15 or within three years of when your breasts started to grow.

You’ve had your period for two years and it’s still not regular or comes more than once a month.

You are having sex and missed your period.

(All the above info came from girlshealth.gov. And yeah, sexetc.org is way better, but I couldn’t find this info laid out as eloquently there.)

Basically you start going in high school. Some girls go before then because they want to get on birth control, which has many benefits that don’t include preventing pregnancy (see this post for a little bit more on that).

If you’re sexually active, then you need to start going. They’ll check to make sure everything is working right and healthy. They’ll check for STDs/STIs, they’ll ask if you’d like to be tested for STDs/STIs, they’ll look for lumps in your breasts, make sure your uterus and ovaries are good…

And I’ve always had gyno’s ask about my mental health. It’s actually really nice. They do a lot in one visit.

What to expect!

[The following is from my own personal experience. If you want a more logistical take on this, check out this article from sexetc.org.]

The first time you go, (after you’ve filled out all your forms and they’ve taken your height/weight/blood pressure etc.), a gyno will take you into their office and chat with you about why you’re there.

They’ll ask if you want birth control, or if you like the birth control you’re on. They’ll ask about family history, about your sexual history (if you’re sexually active/if you plan to become sexually active). They might ask if you think you have an STD/STI, or if your partner does. They might ask if your partner has been tested before, or how long you’ve been with your partner. They might ask a series of questions about your partner to make sure you’re not being abused. They’ll make sure you’re up to date on your shots, and if you’d like to get the HPV vaccination (SAY YES!). They’ll ask if you have any questions. If you’ve never had sex, then they might explain about hymens and how that could affect the exam.

Then, if they haven’t already, they’ll probably make you pee in a cup to test it for routine things. Then they’ll take you into an exam room and tell you to remove all of your clothing. They’ll give you a vest-thingy made of thick tissue-paper to cover your chest/torso, and a thick tissue-paper blanket-thingy to cover you below the waist. They’ll tell you that when you’re done, to have a seat on the examination table. They’ll leave. You’ll follow directions and panic the whole time that someone is going to walk into the room before you’re covered/on the exam table. LOL. I do it every time.

Your gynecologist will come back into the room accompanied by a female nurse. “A female nurse will be present in the room during the exam regardless of the sex of the health care provider who is performing your exam,” (sexetc.org). A good gyno will talk to you before they begin, find something to discuss/make sure you’re comfortable.

And yes this is the part where I start to ramble and ask is she’s seen any interesting genital-area tattoos lately and where exactly they were located. (Best response I ever got was a licking tongue tattoo on the inner thigh that was captioned: “lick it” LOL.)

Then they’ll ask you to lay back and put your feet in these metal stirrup things. She’ll likely ask you to scoot down because they’ll want your genital area as close to the end of the table as possible, and you’ll likely be as far away from the end of the table as humanly possible because you’re uncomfortable.

Once you’re in the right spot, they’ll move the tissue-paper blanket up past your knees so they, the gyno, can see your vulva and the opening of your vagina. If they see something odd they will ask you about it and might look around in your labia to make sure everything is okay. Then they’ll begin the pelvic exam.

Pause here. The following may not happen at your visit. I first went when I was 18, and I got a full pelvic exam and pap smear. But depending on age, or if you are/aren’t sexually active, they may not do this next part.

Your gynecologist will insert an instrument called a speculum into your vagina. (If you’re lucky, the practice you go to has a warming drawer so the speculum isn’t cold.) They’ll slather it with enough lubrication that you won’t have any pain when they insert it.

Pause here. If you have an intact hymen in one of the less commonly shaped ones, you might have pain. But rest assured, your gyno will have/should have already noticed this and talked to you about it. They will likely help you work through any pain you may have, and may help you stretch your hymen skin right then and there in the office. But (as I learned the other day) not all hymen skin is the same. Some people (who I really feel for) have thicker hymen skin that does not go away, or stretch out similarly to most people’s vaginas.

THEREFORE there is a chance that your gyno might ask you to go home and stretch it on your own (because it might take more time everyone is different). Then you’ll just make a follow up appointment. But that’s rare. And by the time you get to high school, if you have one of the several types of hymen that cover a significant amount of your vaginal opening—then you’re aware of it and have hopefully already been to a gyno about it.

If not, don’t worry. Your first gyno visit is a perfect opportunity to have this conversation with your gynecologist. And if you have hymen skin that covers too much of your vaginal opening, or it’s painful, or it’s impinging on your quality of life—you can have it removed. It’s called a hymenectomy. And it happens (see this hilarious article for one woman’s story). You can usually have it done in office with anesthesia or you can schedule an appointment and be completely sedated.

So! The speculum goes into your vagina. Your gyno will open it (this can feel like a lot of pressure it’s not terrible though). They they’ll look at the inside of your vagina, your cervix, and your uterus to make sure everything is good.

If you need a pap smear, then they’ll take (what is essentially) a long, thin, flexible plastic stick with a fizzy end (which I believe is called a cytobrush), and/or a spatula (that looks similar in that its long, thin and reasonably flexible) and scrape each on different parts of your cervix to get cell samples.

This is the most uncomfortable part. I’m not sure which one happens first. But that first one they scrape usually feels like nothing. To me at least. But the second one they scrape with always makes me feel like I’ve run my nails down a chalkboard. Something about feeling a part of yourself you’re not used to actively feeling—that’s in the this weird middle place in your body—grosses me out. But it lasts a fraction of a second. And then it’s over.

Your gyno will hand those to scraping devices to the nurse, and the nurse will drop them into various cups of liquid to test them for various things. The doctor will remove the speculum and then stand. She’ll insert two fingers into your vagina and feel around for any lumps or abnormalities. At one point they’ll push up with those fingers while at the same time she will use her other hand to press down on your abdomen. They’ll do this on both sides (left and right) to check your uterus and ovaries.

Then I’m pretty sure that’s in on vagina stuff…

Then they’ll remove their hands and gloves. The gynecologist will cover your legs and let you put your feet down. They’ll push around the paper vest over your stomach and chest to continue checking your stomach for lumps and stuff. Then they’ll open the front of the paper vest thing and give you a breast exam. That’s basically them using their fingertips to gently press against your breasts. They’ll touch your whole breast too, even the nipple. Then the gyno will move out to your armpits to check for lumps. They’ll cover you back up when they’re done and tell you to sit up. You might chat for a few more minutes, then they’ll leave with the nurse. The gyno might ask you to meet them in their office before you leave to chat, or they might have the nurse give you your exit papers then.

They’ll leave the room. You’ll wait until the door is safely shit before jumping up and practically running for your bra and underwear. You’ll probably have to wipe the lube the doctor used on the speculum off your genitals. They usually leave a box of tissues out for you.

And that’s it.

You’ll get your prescription (if you have any), you’ll pay your copay, and you’ll walk out the front door still able to feel a stranger’s hands on your breasts and in your vagina… but it’s better than having cancer.

#sexpectations #sex ed with propshophannah #first gynecology visit #gynecology #gyno visit #gynecologist #speculum #when to go to the gyno #breast exam #sexetc

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enchanted-flowers · 7 years

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How would US Papyrus and UT sans deal with an S/O who was a total social media and just plain technology newb (like doesn't even know what memes or hashtags are) and is basically barely understanding society with its "confounded techno lingo" (just wondering since this was literally me up until two months ago)

Undertale Sans

“okay so a hashtag is used on twitter...”

“So like this?” you type out a trending hashtag.

“no no. no space sweetheart. keep it all one word.” Sans patiently explains.

“That’s stupid. It makes it hard to read,” you complain, but type it out anyway.

“i know, but that’s how it is,” the skeleton shrugs.

“Are you sure this is how I’ll be able to connect with the teenagers better?”

The skeleton nods, taking your phone. He types out the word ‘memes’ on Google and gives you back your phone, explaining the term and the logistics of internet jokes.

“C-Cash me outside, how about that?”

Sans snickers and you shoot him a glare.

“you’re saying it all wrong sweetheart. say it like i do,” Sans explains the proper way of saying it and you throw your phone on the couch in frustration.

You’re never gonna learn this! How are you supposed to connect with Frisk and their friends now? You feel like a 80 year old elderly person when you’re nowhere near that age. Heck you bed a grandma has more internet lingo than you.

“why don’t we take a break and try again tomorrow? i’m beat,” your boyfriend stretches, pulling you close to him and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You grab his wrist and pout, not wanting him to leave just yet, “Sans please, just one more time? I promise I’ll get it.”

Sans sighs and sits back down and continue instructing. Eventually, you and him both fall asleep, your bodies intertwined in such a small space. Your soul flutters lightly during your sleep, appreciating how Sans stayed up just to help you out. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

In the morning, the doorbell rings, waking you and Sans up. Oh crap! You overslept! You ask Sans to answer the door while you get ready, brushing your teeth and throwing on a fresh pair of clothes. You meet Frisk and some of her friends in the living room who all greet you with a smile.

“CASH ME OUTSIDE HOWBOUTDA” you loudly proclaim, believing that you made a good impression on Frisk and their friends.

Well you made an impression alright.

Sans howls with laughter, actual tears streaming from his eye sockets, while Frisk and their friends all visibly cringe, one kid can’t even look at you in the eye anymore. The human ambassador smile politely, but you can tell that you just murdered their innocence.

“(y/n) please don’t ever do that again,” Frisk pleads.

You blush furiously and nod, deciding to never speak again. Oh man, you wish you can jump off a bridge right now, there’s no coming back from this one.

“have fun you guys,” Sans winks at you, shooing you all out the door and leaving you alone with a bunch of teenagers.

Welp. It’s going to be a long afternoon.

Underswap Papyrus

“Eyyyyy what are thoseee” Papyrus points at your feet as you enter your hous.

“Uhm, shoes?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“DAMN DANIEL BACK AGAIN WITH THE WHITE VANS!” Stretch laughs, knowing full well that you won’t understand.

“THESE ARE NEITHER WHITE NOR VANS! PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH!” you cry, not appreciating being laughed at.

Stretch chuckles, kissing you on the cheek, “Never change, hon.”

Your boyfriend disappears into his room, leaving you confused and alone in the hallway. Okay, that’s it. You’ve had enough of this. At first, the teasing was funny, but now? You can’t stand it. Being the rational adult that you are, you should probably go upstairs and have a civil, mature discussion about this with your beloved boyfriend. Or. Or. You can pull an all nighter learning everything you can about the internet so he can never make fun of you again. Yeah. Let’s do that.

Later that night, you wait for Stretch to fall asleep to enact your planning. As his arms curl around you, you nudge him softly, making sure he is really asleep. When he doesn’t stir, you confirm it’s safe and make your way out of his hold. But every inch you move away from him, the skeleton just pulls you back into his arms, nuzzling in your neck. You let out a huff of frustration. This would be extremely cute in a different situation. After thirty minutes of your fruitless endeavour, you whisper loudly so he would wake up.

“Paps, I need to pee,” you hiss.

Stretch grumbles and lets you go, falling back asleep instantly. You tuck a pillow under his arms so he won’t notice your absence. Grabbing your phone and headphones, you make your way to the couch downstairs and wrap yourself in a warm blanket. You enter in the password and Bing a single word. Memes. Everything floods at you all at once like a rainbow burst from your screen, shooting you right into your mind. Doge, Spongebob, Twitter, Protips, Damn Daniel, Kermit, Salt bae, you absorbed it all like a sponge, and for the first time in your entire life, you are awake. How did you ever live your life before this? How did you ever live without the beauty of internet jokes? You have truly gone through a....memesformation.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the next thing you know, Stretch is shaking you awake, “Hon? Are you okay? Why are you on the couch?”

“Wha...?” you blink the sunlight out of your eyes and try to remember what the hell happened last night. Suddenly, everything comes back to you, “OH SHIT WHADDUP!”

“Excuse me?” Stretch steps back in surprise.

You crack a wide grin, leaping off the couch, “You can’t make fun of me anymore, Paps! I know everything! I’ve seen everything! You can no longer tease me about this anymore!”

The skeleton’s eye socket widens as he clutches his chest, falling to his knees at your mercy, “No, babe. Tell me you did not. Tell me there’s still a piece of the old you inside. Please, I’m begging you.”

You smirk cruelly, twisting the knife in even further, “I even made...a reddit account.”

999999 damage. Congratulations. You’ve become a meme loving fuck and now your boyfriend lives in fear of your meme powers. There is not a day that goes by without you acting out or sending him a meme. You finally have your revenge.

#why did i write this #it's 5 am #half of this is the sleep deprivation #THIS IS WHY YOU SLEEP KIDS #i had to write this twice cause i lost the first one #like what the hell #morning me is going to read this and wonder if i was high #undertale #underswap #papyrus #sans #Anonymous #undertale headcanons

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