#i thought ht had like...learned his lesson

[mumms-the-word]

A Little Boat Voyage

Pairing: Gale x Tav (Dani) Summary: Immediately after defeating Cazador and stopping Astarion from ascending, Gale and Dani need to discuss Gale's own ambitions. She agrees to a little voyage on the Outer Planes to hear what he has to say, preparing to fight him about his plans. ao3 link Tags: Angst, fluff, teeny tiny bit of implied smut, mostly angst A/N: This is a rewrite of the Act 3 romance scene that reworks a lot of the potential dialogue for that scene to fit what I actually think would have happened for Dani and Gale. I combed through the datamined file for all the dialogue that Gale and Tav could say, depending on all the possible situations for this scene, and stitched together a lot of game dialogue with Dani's own convictions about Gale's plans. So in my head, this is canon for them lol

Astarion’s words echoed in Dani’s head as she left his side in the group’s Elfsong Tavern suite. He was sitting by the window, looking out onto the moonlit streets below, contemplating the aftermath of his decision to slay Cazador rather than ascend, trying to process and make sense of it. She had gone over to speak quietly with him, knowing he needed her more than Gale did in this moment, and in the midst of the conversation, he had looked up at her with a kind of uncertain awe mixed with tired gratitude.

“You believed in me,” he’d said. “Believed I was enough just the way I am.”

There was more that was said between them, mentions of newfound freedom, new futures, more words of gratitude. But for some reason, those words stuck with her. Enough, he’d said. As if it were a novel concept to him.

She could relate. There were days when she never felt like she was enough, for some person or some challenge or another.

She paused to lean against one of the columns in the room, her eyes unconsciously searching for Gale. She found him sitting in an armchair by the fire at the center of the suite, staring into the flames. He’d been wanting to speak to her all day, but between all the drama of that morning and the difficulty of getting to Cazador and battling him, she’d almost forgotten about it. Now, she was almost too worn down to approach him. It would be all too easy to just go to bed and tell him that whatever he had to say could wait until morning.

But even she wasn’t that heartless. She sighed to herself and moved around to the lowered center area of the suite, approaching him from behind. He looked up as she  stopped next to his chair.

“Gale,” she said coolly, one hand on her hip.

“Ah.” He gave a kind of grimace, as though he were wincing yet trying to twist it into a sheepish smile at the same time. “You’re still talking to me then?”

Dani pursed her lips and crossed her arms, waiting for him. She had no idea where this conversation was supposed to go, and part of her didn’t want to make this easy for him. He rubbed the back of neck, self-conscious. 

“I suppose you have questions…related to a certain book we read together,” he said. She arched an eyebrow and he winced. “Well. That I read,” he amended. “And I do mean to discuss it but…” 

He trailed off, his eyes wandering over to where Astarion still sat near the window, staring pensively out through the glass. “You’ve given me quite a lot to think about today.”

She sighed softly through her nose. She wanted to be angry. But honestly, she was just tired. 

They’d started the morning off with a visit to Sorcerous Sundries, thinking it would be a relatively innocent visit. But her anger had been tested at the sight of poor Rolan, beaten and bruised by Lorroakan, and her fears kindled by the hunger in Gale’s eyes once they had found the Annals of Karsus. Then Gale had sparked her anger again, boasting to Lorroakan about his plans for the Crown—none of which he had disclosed to Dani at all—so Dani had retaliated by petulantly revealing his plans to Elminster when the old wizard had popped up unexpectedly outside the shop. Then there was her and Gale’s argument in the street, all before it was even noontime. 

That would have been enough for the day, except that they had spent the afternoon and evening infiltrating Cazador’s mansion to stop his ritual. That experience had been draining for everyone and the resulting conclusion of the events was bittersweet at best. Dani had stopped one of her best friends from giving in to his dark ambitions, but she still had her work cut out for her when it came to her own lover’s ambitions. 

She just wished everyone around her would stop being so damned power hungry. Was it so wrong to wish for nothing more than a warm home and for one’s friends and family to be safe and comfortable? She knew she could be greedy too, but her greed didn’t test the limits of reality or threaten thousands of lives all at once. It just emptied a few pockets. Maybe a few bank vaults.

At her silence, Gale shifted uncomfortably in his seat before at last giving a soft sigh of his own. “In truth, I wouldn’t blame you for giving me a wide berth. I thought the orb’s ever-present censure had tamed my wilder ambition, but that wasn’t the case. Obviously, as evidenced by all that I said and did today.” He shook his head. “There isn’t anything I can say that would excuse my reprehensible behavior. I’m sorry.”

She pressed her lips together this time, wavering between wanting to stay irritated and wanting to say that there was nothing to forgive and move on. But there were concerns she still had, questions he had yet to answer. She didn’t know where to start and so, after a moment, she simply pulled another chair over to the fire, near him, and sat down, watching the flames in silence. It took her another moment to finally put to words what she wanted to say.

“I’m not mad anymore about anything that happened today,” she said quietly. “I’m just…scared.”

“Scared?”

“Of losing you. To the orb. To Mystra. To your own ambition…” She shook her head, unable to look at him. She didn’t want to explain all of her fears right now. Some of them felt utterly stupid.

She couldn’t deny that she loved Gale, ambitions and all. What else could it be but love that kept her at his side? She’d abandoned relationships for far less in the past. No, she was certain with her entire being that she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone. But this path of godhood that he kept hinting at…if he was determined to follow it, it was a path she couldn’t take with him. She just wasn’t interested in abandoning this chaotic, colorful world just yet. Not for the Fugue Plane, not for an illithid life, not for godhood, not for anything.

But if she wouldn’t follow him…what then? The thought of leaving him or of him leaving her threatened to break her heart. She felt as though she’d never recover.

But she couldn’t say all that to him now. It felt petty and selfish to admit that the only reason she didn’t want him to become more powerful was because she was scared he’d leave her behind. She was petty and selfish, but Gale inspired goodness in her. It was ironic, truly. The very qualities that had inspired her to become a better person were the same qualities that he would give up if he continued to pursue the path of godhood for the “betterment of all,” as he’d boasted to Lorroakan that morning.

But what did she know, she thought bitterly to herself. She had never intimately known a god nor harbored ambition enough to actively plot to dethrone one.

Still…if she could at all sway him…

“Listen,” she said, eyes still on the fire. “I believe you’re capable of so many great things, Gale. I believe in you. Always have, always will. But when it comes to this plan with the crown…”

“All I am asking is that you consider it,” he said.

She made a helpless gesture with one hand. “I don’t even know how I could. How can I respond to something so…immense? It’s beyond comprehension. I want to understand, but I don’t.”

He was quiet for a moment before chuckling softly and shaking his head. “I don’t think I deserve you at times.”

“Gale,” Dani said softly, his name almost a resigned sigh as she said it. She didn’t want to hear this again. But Gale held up a hand.

“Please. Let me finish.” He paused, seeming to gather his thoughts, before taking a deep breath. “I watched how you handled the events with Cazador and Astarion today. You showed nothing but compassion and courage. Your heart bled for the victims in their cages. You sought a way to save as many people as you could, despite impossible odds. And you didn’t allow Astarion’s desperation or impassioned speeches to sway you or change your mind.”

“I didn’t want to lose one of my best friends,” she said. “If Astarion had ascended…he wouldn’t be Astarion anymore.”

“I know. Yet it could have been so easy to give in. To let him have his way, simply because you are his friend. But you didn’t. You appealed to a nobler part of him, risking your friendship to keep him from changing. From transforming into something more. Something sinister.” Gale paused again, glancing back at Astarion across the room. His expression softened into a thoughtful, yet sorrowful look. “I can’t help but wonder. Do you see the same kind of choice when you look at me?”

She didn’t answer, but her silence was answer enough. She looked back at the flames, watching them crackle and spark, letting them fill the silence. 

“I hope that isn’t your final judgment of me,” he said. “I hope that you can give me another chance to earn your faith. I want you to continue to believe in me. I want to show you the wizard I am capable of being, rather than the poor excuse for a man who’s kept you company thus far.”

“Gale, stop,” she said, finally turning to face him fully, twisting in her chair. “Stop calling yourself a poor excuse for a man. That isn’t what I think of you. I know I get frustrated with you, but it’s because I see so much good in you.” She reached for his hand and enveloped it in both of her own. “I don’t want to lose you to the Crown any more than I wanted to lose Astarion to Cazador’s power. You mean everything to me, Gale. Worth more even than music and magic.”

“You won’t lose me,” Gale said, tightening his hold on her hand. “If anything, you’ll gain so much more for being with me. Please. Let me show you.”

“Gale—”

“Even if a permanent place in the heavens isn’t for us, at least allow me a chance to show you what it would be like. Indulge me. Close your eyes. Allow me to take you on a little boat voyage.”

She frowned, wanting to resist. But she could tell this was important to him. She breathed a small sigh and closed her eyes, keeping one hand in his. 

She heard him murmur a spell and felt the aura of magic shift around her, the warmth of the Elfsong Tavern room giving way to much cooler air. Her skin tingled all over with the touch of magic, while Gale’s hand remained solid and warm in her own.

“Few mortals ever glimpse what you’re about to see. But don’t be alarmed—I’m here with you.” He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “Now…open your eyes.”

When she opened her eyes, she found herself seated in a glowing blue boat with Gale sitting across from her. All around them, the sky, the space below, all of it was filled with scattered stars and clouds of purple, pink, and blue stardust. The galaxies and starfields stretched on infinitely around them, swirling peacefully in silence. Their boat drifted easily along a current of shimmering magic and when she lifted her free hand over the edge of the boat, her fingers caused tiny motes of starlight to drift and float through the air.

“Quite the view, isn’t it?” Gale said, looking around them. “The Outer Planes are a place of profound, sometimes overwhelming possibility.”

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. She gazed out over the infinite expanse, waiting to feel that reeling, terrifying sensation of being suspended over a void, but it didn’t come. She was safe in Gale’s little boat, his hold on her hand grounding her and keeping her steady. 

“The home of the gods,” he continued. “Where they observe us from afar. Where they make play-things of us. Such power…infinite possibilities…how could I not crave this?”

She fell silent, focusing instead on the specks of starlight that fanned out behind her fingers, watching them dance briefly in the atmosphere and fade. He said it so simply, as though it were natural to crave such wondrous power. And maybe it was. Maybe she was the fool for limiting her desires to the Material Plane.

Not for the first time, she burned with jealousy toward Mystra and hated all that she had gifted Gale. All that she had made Gale capable of. How could a mere bard compare to a goddess who allowed him to tap into the mysteries of magic itself? And even now, with Gale hardly interested in reconciling with the goddess, who was she compared to all the power of the crown? Who was she compared to all this?

Gale could have this again. This and more. And she, with her small dreams and her fragile love, a love that would only last a mortal lifetime…she would fade into obscurity. Even if she managed to secure a legacy for her name, her body would rot in its grave and her soul would wander the Fugue Plane for an eternity until some god took pity on her and accepted her into their domain.

Perhaps if Gale became a god, he would be the one to take pity. She’d dwell forever in his domain of stars as one among a million other souls. One more copper in a vast bank, utterly forgotten by him, yet unable to escape him. The thought churned her gut and threatened to make her sick.

She swallowed, half-preparing herself for the worst outcomes for the rest of this conversation. “Is this really, truly what you want? To ascend? To claim godhood?”

“No, not like that,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I don’t want to join them, I want to better them—with you at my side, willing and wholehearted. Together we could become better than gods. We could have all of a god’s power with a mortal conscience, a mortal heart. I can think of no better candidate for redefining godhood than you.”

“I don’t want godhood,” she said. “I know you think it sounds insane that I don’t, and maybe it is, but…” She shook her head. “I’ve read too many stories, too many tragic ballads about what happens to mortals who ascend to godhood. They change, Gale. And they leave the ones they love behind.”

Gale sat back, a little surprised. “Is that what you think I intend to do to you?”

“Not immediately. But who knows how you would change once all that power was coursing through you. You saw how Cazador was—you saw how hungry Astarion was to claim that power. You know it would have changed him. Think how much more godhood would change you.”

“But it wouldn’t be true godhood,” he said, tightening his hold on her hand. “The power of gods would be at our fingertips, yes, but we could be—we could find a way to—”

“Stop with the bullshit,” Dani snapped, snatching her hand from his. “You can’t even articulate it because there’s nothing else to call it. You want to use the power of the crown to become a god. That kind of power corrupts, Gale. And if that’s what you want then—then—“

Her throat tightened suddenly with the threat of tears and she looked away, struggling to compose herself. She hated crying, especially here, where there was nowhere to hide, but there was no stopping the emotions building up inside her. She hid her face briefly behind her hand, but it was no use. The wide expansive of pink and purple starlight winked back at her and illuminated the flood of tears that welled up in her eyes.

Gale reached for her hands again. “Dani, I—”

She shook off his touch. “Don’t. I can’t—I can’t let you do this,” she said, the tears spilling down her cheeks. “Please. I know what you’d become and it would be nothing like the man you are now. And no matter how you would try to justify things or convince me to join you, I could never bring myself to abandon my family like that. Never. So in the end you would leave me behind, because nothing about me is enough to convince you to stay. So you’d leave, I know you would, because that’s how power works. It corrupts, it—“ She was rambling now, not making sense, her words a tangle on her tongue.

“Dani, please,” he begged, getting on his knees on the floor of the boat, taking both of her hands in his. “None of that is going to happen.”

“Isn’t it?” she asked. “Look me in the eye and swear to me that the moment your humanity is stripped away in your ascension that you won’t forget tiny, insignificant, mortal me, the lover you’re leaving behind, the moment I refused to ascend with you.”

He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough to confirm her fears. She snatched her hands from his again and used the heels of her palms to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“Gods, I hate you,” she mumbled, but it was a complete lie. The fact was she loved him too much. Desired him too selfishly to let him reach for godly power. She swallowed and amended her statement. “Not you. This. I hate this. Sorry.”

It was his turn to be silent in the face of her confessions and her tears. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and breathed softly through her nose until at last she felt calm enough to speak. Then she took a shaky breath and reached out to cradle his face in her hands. 

“Please, Gale,” she said quietly. “Don’t do this. I don’t need the stars. I don’t need eternity. I just want you. For all that you are right now. I love you for the man that you are, not the god you’d pretend to be.”

He stared up at her, stricken but amazed, his hands resting on her knees. There was a faint glimmer in his eyes that could either be tears or the reflection of the stars around them, but when he blinked the glimmer was gone.

“You…you would really prefer me as I am?” he asked softly. 

“Yes,” she said. There was no room for doubt in her heart, nor any in her words. “You’re already everything I need you to be and more. Just…please. Let me be enough for you. Let me find a way.”

“Oh Dani,” he breathed. He rose to one knee and slipped one hand behind her head, guiding her down into a deep kiss that stole her breath and made her a little dizzy. She clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to bring him closer and steady herself at the same time, trying to convey all the desperate longing and fear she couldn’t put into words silently through their kiss.

He pulled away, breathless, cradling her cheek in his palm. “I used to believe Mystra’s forgiveness was worth dying for. Or that the only way forward was to challenge her. But I was wrong. You showed me just how much I have to live for, here, on mortal soil. With you, I forget my goddess. With you, I want to live. With you…I even forget my greater ambitions. You put the very stars to shame, Dani.”

She felt her breath hitch as her eyes widened slightly. Of all the things she was expecting to hear him say, those words were not it. She searched his face for signs that he’d changed his mind, and found him staring back at her earnestly, dark eyes full of love and longing. For the first time that day, she dared herself to hope, just a little.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said. “And I could never leave you behind. Godly power, I can live without, but you? You’re everything.”

She stared, half-disbelieving, but his gaze was sincere and warm and so full of love she couldn’t help but be convinced. She curled her fingers around his wrist, not sure what to say next, but he merely smiled, grateful and tender, and brushed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. 

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

He guided her off the seat of the boat down onto the floorboards, dismissing the benches with an idle wave of his hand to make room for them to lay down at the bottom of the boat. There he kissed her, breathing her in as naturally as if she were air, and she lost herself in his warm touch. The galaxies above swirled dream-like and slow overhead as their fingers found each others’ buttons and laces, their clothes slipping off with practiced ease, until both lay bare beneath the infinite sky, her pale blue skin tinged a faint shade of lavender by the light of the pink-purple stardust.

She combed her fingers through his hair as he kissed all over her, sighing and arching her back as he worshipped her body more than he’d ever done before, as if he were making up for a litany of mistakes. She could scarcely think straight yet she tried to encourage him with her words, breathing out her love and pleasure in half-lucid lyric fragments and shaky swears alike. He lavished love on her with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, his hands, until at last he joined their bodies together and she unraveled. Every tangled thought and emotion unwound itself as pleasure coursed through her veins until they were both left spent, lying on the floor of the softly glowing boat, and she was left with nothing but her love for him and a dazed sense of amazement that here, amid the infinite expanse of stars and magic, he had chosen her.

Some time later, as they lay gazing up at the stars, with Gale fingers threading idly through her long, loose hair, he turned and brushed a kiss against her head. “I’m sorry for upsetting you,” he said quietly. “I had no idea you felt so strongly about…well.”

She wrapped her arms more tightly around him. “I love you, Gale. I don’t want to lose you to anything. Not even this. As pretty as it is. You’ll have to forgive me for being so selfish with you.”

He chuckled, kissing her hair again. “There’s nothing at all to forgive, my love. Be selfish with me.”

They contemplated the stars and auroras that surrounded their little boat, words lost between them for a moment, until at last Gale, trailing gentle fingers down her arm, began to speak again softly.

“I conjured this illusion often during my confinement in Waterdeep,” he said. “An escape for the mind, where there was none for the body. It was easier to stare at the celestial abyss than recognize the emptiness within myself. Easier to pretend my destiny lay among such stars, than work to salvage a life on solid ground.” 

He turned his head and she lifted her chin so she could meet his gaze again, her heart aching for him. She could all too easily imagine him locked in his tower, conjuring images of these galaxies and planes, desperate to be outside the walls that enclosed him for a year. Longing to be back among infinite beauty, rather than confined and seemingly trapped in a small set of rooms on the mundane Material Plane. She had thought the illusion he had conjured of his home in Waterdeep was charming and wonderful…but she could see how it must have felt like a prison to him.

“You changed all that,” he murmured, gazing down at her. “You see me as I am, and do not find me wanting.”

He seemed a little awed by that, but not disbelieving. She smiled and sat up, straddling his hips and taking his hands, lifting them up to her lips for a kiss to each one. Her long hair trailed down around her, the ends brushing against her thighs, against his bare chest and stomach. She held his hands, weaving their fingers together, and pushed his arms up so that they stretched over his head, leaning in to kiss him sweetly, her lips lingering on his.

“I will never find you wanting,” she murmured against his lips.

“Nor I, you,” he said. He freed one hand from her grip to move her hair from her face, gathering it all over one shoulder so the light of the galaxies and stars beyond could shine on her face again. “With these stars as my witness, I swear—you will always be enough for me.”

She stilled at those words, letting them wash over her and settle into her skin, into her chest, processing them. His words, the emotion behind them, the loving determination in his eyes, all of his was genuine, heartfelt, and deeply, deeply meant. It threatened to reduce Dani to tears again, but this time she swallowed them back and kissed him again, letting him know with every ounce of her being what that promise meant to her.

She thought she could never love him more than she already did. But hearing that promise from him—that she would always be enough for him—made her heart practically ache with love for him. She smothered his face with kisses until she was breathless, and he in turn tried to catch or return every one until he gave up and allowed himself to be smothered with a chuckle.

“I love you, Gale Dekarios,” she said at last, still hovering over him, her hair a curtain on one side of them both. 

He smiled up at her and reached up to brush her cheek. “And I love you, Meridan Zavrai. I always will.”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale dekarios #gale x tav #dani #meridan zavrai #my fic #oc #the order of events is actually what happened in my game #from rolan to the annals to lorroakan to cazador #like it was a wild day #and then when gale said 'i don't think i deserve you at times' #i thought ht had like...learned his lesson #nope #so anyway here is a rewrite #no edits we die like men

[ganen-cheese]

also i just love how ppl see a character being the “bottom” (which wasnt even the case bc ur stuff wasnt nsfw) so that means they’re automatically weak and submissive or vice versa

and the fact that to a lot ppl unconsciously still see the “bottom” role as the woman roll in a gay relationship is very telling, its like the bottom is weak and submissive duh (bc its the role of a woman in a relationship)...

Yes. I never interpreted Mo as "weak" or "submissive" even if I made him Omega in my comic. In fact, I stated in my comic:

I like storylines where Mo pretends to be a Beta even though he’s an Omega.  As a younger person he might have been in denial and may have wanted to be a tough guy Alpha but it's hard to pretend to be an Alpha so he pretends as a Beta. He still has his own gang of delinquents.

19 Days is my first BL. The reason I haven't given any BL a try and don't like most mainstream romantic stories is because I was afraid of stereotypical characters where they didn't have any personality. I was delightfully proven wrong with 19 Days. I was very happy.

Even if I keep saying "Mo is cute" it doesn't mean I see Mo as a fluffy innocent character. He's a boy acting tough and cool, a school delinquent who can be violent.. an "outcast" who acts like he doesn't care what others think but this boy has a "gap" that inside, he's actually a very sincere boy who was a victim of certain circumstances in his life that made him put up an iron wall of "tough image" to protect himself. He's easily embarrassed, surprisingly innocent in some aspects (first kiss, the salary), very loyal and brave (standing up against She Li to help Buzzcut, standing up against She Li for his dad, standing up to the debt collectors for his mom), someone who will give the shirt off his back to help someone (homeless man), is caring to animals (the street dog, the fish), caring to friends when they need him (He Tian), works so hard for his family to make his dad and mom proud and help them. I find that "cute".

Even if I don't interpret Mo as being physically stronger than He Tian doesn't mean I see him as "weak". There are so many types of strength and Mo is definitely not weak. I thought we all agreed on the same thing so I was shocked when suddenly some people were personally offended when my interpretation of Mo is him not being a trained assassin like He Tian.

I said before on Instagram, Mo punches with his feelings. He's messy. He's an amateur. Yes, he can be violent but that doesn't mean he's skilled/skilled as He Tian. He lost most of his canon fights and only won against ZZX because he used a rock. Mo has so many openings. He loses when it’s 1 vs multiple people. DOESN'T mean he's weak. It just means he can learn more in fighting. He's a very normal teenaged delinquent.

He Tian's punches and kicks are calculated. He knows the vital points to hit to bring a person down. He's not just hitting aimlessly. He's trained in mind, skill and body due to his upbringing. Even Mo himself was impressed by He Tian's parkour skills and was also afraid He Tian might finish off the adult debt collectors. It's NOT typical to be as strong as He Tian and there is a proper explanation as to why he's so strong.

Even if there is a skill difference between them, both of them are strong people. I don't know why there should be an argument over who's stronger physically when it's not really important to determine their "strength". It's totally fine to interpret Mo as stronger physically than He Tian! That doesn't automatically make the other "weaker". Just as how He Tian being stronger physically than Mo doesn’t make Mo weak.

Another thing I find cute about Mo is how he's not submissive! :| I love his spirit and the way he doesn't let HT get what he wants. He's so cute when he blushes and I love all his reactions. I also love when he's being sincere, he lets his soft side show (stays with He Tian, hugs He Tian, feeds He Tian, runs to his house to help him, tells him he'll take care of him, buys him a bandaid, etc.). I understand He Tian completely why he's so smitten with him lol. 

Even when Mo is not being violent there are other types of strength. Strength in not giving up, strength in resisting, strength in protecting the ones you love. Even if Mo doesn't win the fight against She Li, or even if Mo has to have help from others doesn't mean he's weak. In fact, that's also a lesson Mo has to learn himself. Mo can win in other ways too. Not just brute strength.

Just because he’s not “top” in my works, outright dominating He Tian doesn’t mean I see him as a weakling or that he can’t be proactive in showing his love for HT. I don’t know why Mo has to be “top” or what to do that. I honestly didn’t understand what people were so angry about at first because I thought we were on the same page on this.

This is why I secretly wished we had a different tag system so I didn’t have to be subjected to rants about TianShan dynamic in my TianShan works. If they don’t like TianShan, I don’t want them to see my works. I also don’t want to see them talking bad about my works. I never forced them to follow me.

#Anonymous #Asks

[innocent-malfoy-slut]

Days with Draco

A/N: this came out longer than I’d expected

... if you were public:

Draco would kiss you wherever and whenever he can

at breakfast, in the Great Hall, he would give you little pecks on your cheeks every now and then, maybe he would also wrap your should with his arm and pulling you closer to him

so close that you have your leg resting on his thigh as you talked with Pansy and Daphne on your right

he would spend breakfast making plans for the day with Blaise, or just staring at you as you were focused on repeating for an up-coming test

since you’re both Slytherins, you would walk hand-in-hand to your classes

and when he feels extremely sweet, Draco would bring your books for you

between a class and another you would lean against a cold, stone-made wall and kiss until you’re out of breath, your lips reddish and swollen

Professors McGonagall and Snape definitely wouldn’t like that, so you tried to be as careful a you could before their lessons 

you would wait lunch being served in the Slytherin’s common room, together with your group of friends, chatting about the morning lessons 

the topics would change, and also the attitude of your friends towards some other people, what would never change was you, sitting on Draco’s lap, his hands brushing against your thighs, under your skirt, while yours would just lay on his arm

you didn’t pay attention to any of their talks, you just enjoyed being touched by your boyfriend and, even though you were in a room crowded of people, you laid there, shivering whenever his fingers went up too far

“remember where we are” you would scold him careful not to let everyone else hearing you

“I wouldn’t mind showing them how much of a good girl you are”

your little interaction stopped there, as you were told to make it to the Great Hall for lunch

it would be very similar to breakfast; your leg resting on his, though this time you would just pay attention to each other -your friends not even trying to engage a talk with you

during the early hours of the afternoon you would just sit under a tree far away from the castle, enjoying the silence the nature had to offer you

Draco would have his arm around your shoulders, canceling any distance between you two

your head would be resting in the crock of his neck and your hands would be waved together, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hands, and you doing the same

“what about studying in my room today?”

both of you knew how little homework you would do when alone in a room, so you would try a compromise 

“let’s study in the library until five and then we go to your room?”

Draco would just put on a pout and give you the puppy’ eyes, though after a while you had learned to say “no” to them. and that was what you would do

as you had already imagined, the hours spent in Draco’s room hadn’t led you to study, instead you’d spent hours snogging and rubbing against each other

only ten minutes after closing the door behind your backs, your clothes  would already be scattered around the room and you’d be straddling him

“I really like this subject” Draco’d have his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him, while his mouth would leave wet, hot kisses on your shoulder going up to your chin “I’m astonished by your beauty, my love”

Draco had always beee great with words, amazing you each time he’d make you a compliment. particularly, he’d love to address flatteries to your body when he had the chance

it would make you blush and hide your face in the crock of his neck, “you don’t need to do that every time”

“I’ll stop when you will stop blushing” from that moment on your kisses would change into desperate and passionate, burning every inch of your skin, his hands cupping your face, or gather your hair in a ponytail with his fingers

you’d shivered underneath his touch as if it was the first time, and it only increased when Draco’s fingers reached the latch of your bra and, with a swift move, removed it 

both his hands would grabbed your tits, his skilled fingers playing with your pinkish nipples, before placing his lips on them 

“D-draco” you’d moaned as you felt his tongue caressing them, gently at first and as time passed, he’d suck more harshly, making you moan

the increase would make you a “wet mess” -as Draco loved calling you 

as you frantically grinned against his hips, you felt him growing harder beneath you -it could get inside you without much of effort

“what’s wrong, my love?” he mocked you, a smirk plastered on his face “do you want anything?”

you moaned and tried to rub your thighs, smoothing the not ignorable aching core 

“talk to me, baby” his grasp on your chin would be rough, forcing your eyes in his “what something?”

“you...all of you” you captured his lips in yours and let your hands wander on his bare torso, “please, Draco” 

“I still don’t get what you want, honey” while saying it, he would hit your throbbing cunt

“please, Draco, fuck me” you’d squint your eyes as the ache became unbearable “fuck me with your fingers, your mouth, your cock”

Draco would give a quick look at the clock on his bedside table“well, we don’t have enough time, so...you’d better be ready for this”

you put a spell on the door and put away your wand once and far all, finally focusing only on the two of you

meanwhile Draco had lowered his boxers, his cock was already reddish and the tip was leaking with the pre-cum, “all this only for me?” you teased him as you gave him a few strokes, before alining it at your entrance

you slide it easily in, taking it all the way in until its tip hit your deepest spot, “you’re so big”

you knew that kind of statement would increase his ego, but you also liked seeing his satisfied smirk on his face every time you would say that

“and you’re fucking tight”

your words game would go on for a while, though it’d be cut off by you bouncing on his cock and him staring at you, arms crossed behind his head, as you struggled to keep it together

he’d take control only when he noticed your legs trembling and your arms no longer holding your weight. without flipping you over, he’d pound into you at an ungodly speed, faster and faster

“you’re not capable of taking control” he’d hold your head near to his hearts -which you heard beating inside his chest- while he’d make you reach your high, “you keep trying, but you fail every” thrust “single” thrust “time”

a flow of hot cum would be released into you as you reach your climax at the same time

“I love you” “I love you, too”

after dinner you’d part your ways, until the next morning

...if you were not public (most likely belonging to a different house): 

Draco would definitely tease you in public from afar, but when behind ht e door of a safe room he’d be the best of the boyfriends -showing you a never-seen side of him

you’d wake up at the sound of your clock going on, together with all your dorm mates

you’d enter the Great Hall next to your friends, talking with them as you sat down at your house’s table

maybe at first you’d actually be interested in their conversation, but then a owl delivered you a letter 

a deep black envelope with the silver seal reminding a serpent which you carefully unfolded and found inside it a black card which said: “meet me at the Girl’s Lavatory out of service”

you’d excuse yourself from your your friends and quickly walked out of the Hall, climbing up the stairs and opening the door of the bathroom once you had reached it

Draco Malfoy would already be there, waiting for you resting against the wall

“are we late, aren’t we?” with only three steps he’d be a few inches in front of you

“I’ve got short legs, it isn’t my fault” you’d try to catch his lips between yours but you failed as he threw his head back “don’t you want your good morning kiss? well, I can go and give him to someone else”

no matter how old that sentence would be, it would always make him jealous 

in fact, also that time, he’d grab your wrist and pull you back against him

“stupid girl” Draco’d lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips soft and tasting against his “my stupid girl”

you’d melt in his thigh embrace and leave at him the job to lead the kiss

it soon turned into a make out session, which kept its sweet way

“see you again here after your last morning class”

you’d leave the bathroom at the distance of 10 minutes from one another and you’d meet up with your friends soon after -avoiding their questions about your strange behaviour

the thought of seeing him again would keep you from focusing on your classes, though you’d always manage to be among the top 5 students of each class

as you were about to turn around the corner and enter the bathroom on the first floor, you’d see someone else sneaking in

you’d put on a pout and metal hex whoever dared to stole your place of secret meeting with Draco

“is something wrong, Y/N?” by the time you had searched for another solution, your friend would have reached you and started worrying seeing you staring at the wall

Draco’d observe the scene from behind another wall, not wanting to keep his eyes off of you as you came up with an excuse to your friend

during the lunch all you did you exchanging looks with your boyfriend 

at first they were innocent, like hidden smiles and quick glances over the table where the other was seated, but then you played too much you the fork in your mouth -you didn’t do it on purpose- and once your eyes went back on him you found him staring at you

on the other end, Draco was dying to meet you, though he was slowly realising you wouldn’t have met him until later that afternoon -being you busy studying with your friends

for the first time since you started seeing each other, Draco decided to sit down with Blaise, Pansy and Daphne in the library, not far away from you -though you were turning your back at him

“try not to fuck her here, okay?” Blaise’s words would block any Draco’s attempt to imagine what would it be like to bend you over the table where you were

Blaise would be the only one to know and no, Draco had never told him anything

“next time remember people can hear her screams from the common room” was how your boyfriend found out his friends knew 

the afternoon passed slowly and painfully, according to Draco Malfoy

when he sat down at the Slytherin’s table, his mind was filled with imagines of you -acting in the most provocative way

he swallowed the entire banquet, if only he would have been able to do that, just to end it and bring you to his room

“mate, she has just left” 

Draco would run out of the Great Hall and discreetly walk closely behind you

you’d smiled at yourself as you perceived his presence behind you and you took the next turn as a chance to grab him by his wrist

“I can’t wait any longer” you made him lean into you and you placed your lips on his

the kiss didn’t keep soft, instead you soon found yourself being pinned up against the wall 

his fingers traced your inner thigh, make you more wet and he went up and down 

 you moaned into the kiss, which allowed him a better entrance in your mouth

“w-we can’t h-here”

“the things I can’t do are very little” he turned you around, your face meeting the cold stone of the wall as he pushed up your clock and your skirt, your soaked panties vanished inside his robe, “fucking you against this wall isn’t among them”

you heard him unbuckling his belt and then his trousers

the cold air hit your cunt and you inhaled deeply

Draco wouldn’t give you any kind of warning before filling you up with his cock

“you’re always so ready to take me in”

“my warm and wet cunt”

he’d pinch your clit, making it harder for you to hold back your moans, “keep quiet” he’d scold you putting his hand over your mouth

his thrusts would become sloppier and faster as both your climax approached

he’d grabbed you by your throat and made you arch your back up to the point where your head was resting on his shoulder

he’d give you a kiss, only as an excuse to spit into your mouth and watch you as your high washed you

“that’s right, take it like the desperate cum slut you are”

he’d cum into you without any warning -again- and keep himself inside you for a couple of minutes -making himself sure his cum wouldn’t go wasted on the floor

he’d watch as you tried to recompose yourself -as if you hadn’t been fucked right in the middle of the hallway

“fuck, it’s sticky” you looked down between your legs and notice a drop of cum went down your inner thigh

you tried to wipe it away but your hand was blocked by Draco’s “leave it there”

“don’t you think I’m done with you” he’d smack your ass “walk”

your next stop would be the Astronomy Tower, where he’d fuck you other three times, before finally letting you head back to your dorm

#Draco Malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #Draco #draco imagine #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x you #draco Malfoy x female!reader #draco malfoy smut #Harry Potter #tom felton #tom felton x reader #tom felton x y/n #tom felton x you #smut #harry potter smut #headcanon #smut headcanons

[shoutosteakettle]

˗ˏˋ the boys as high school teachers  ˎˊ˗

⤷ genre: teacher!au

⤷ warnings: mention of underage drinking 

⤷ characters: katsuki, eijirou, and izuku

⤷ a/n: so i thought this was a cute idea lmao, let me know if you’re interested in me doing a part two!

katsuki bakugou — math teacher

⤳ he’s the really really intimidating teacher that everyone is afraid of but once you get to know him he’s kinda cool…?

⤳ don’t get me wrong though, he still assigns shitloads of homework

⤳ is the type of teacher to get pissed and leave the class if his students are being disrespectful while he’s trying to go over the lesson for that day

⤳ and when he comes back midoriya-sensei is in the middle of scolding you guys, explain how important it is for you to pay attention

⤳ if your phone goes off during his class he’ll answer it on speaker and have a full-fledged conversation with the person on the other side 

⤳ is most likely to pull the “sitting on desk with the most disappointed look on his face because you guys fail the test from last friday with flying colors” thing that teachers do

⤳ never, ever misses a day of school, so don’t get your hopes up

⤳ like twice a month he says “fuck it” and puts on hurcules for the class to watch instead of actually teaching

⤳ never forgets a name and has a way of making each student feel like they matter

⤳ if you need him to, he’ll work through his lunch break in order to break down what he taught that day, or the homework to make sure that you understand

⤳ he really cares about his students, he’s just way too into, you know, doing his job

overall teacher rating; 4.5/10 for personality 7/10 for teaching ability

eijirou kirishima — gym teacher

⤳ everyone loves him

⤳ he’s the best teacher in all of existence

⤳ the type to say you’re with him when you’ve been caught skipping class and are in the middle of being walked to the principal’s office

⤳ the teacher you would go to when you need someone to confide in/are in deep shit

⤳ popular kids eat lunch in his office with him

⤳ he does tik tok dances with them, talks to them about their days, gives tips on how to sneak alcohol out of a convenience store without being caught 

⤳ and some days he’ll eat with the kids that keep to themselves most of the time

⤳ he’ll ask about the book they’re reading, try and help out with homework, but ultimately fails because he barely graduated himself, and tries his best to get involved with his student’s hobbies

⤳ like if you recommend him a show you like he’ll binge it overnight and tell you all about what he thinks of it

⤳ if you tell him you like volleyball, he’ll rally with you in the gym when he gets a chance

⤳ if he knows you guys have a test later on, then he’ll skip gym for that day and let you guys get in some last-minute studying

overall teacher rating; ∞/10 personality, 2/10 for actually, you know, teaching

izuku midoriya — english teacher

⤳ absolutely loves his job

⤳ it’s his pride and joy

⤳ has never had a student fail his class 

⤳ connects with his students; picks up on what does and doesn’t work in terms of teaching style and adapts his lesson plans to that

⤳ gives test results and feedback the day after a test

⤳ his notes are always very detailed, almost to a fault. he points out where you went wrong and what steps you needed to take in order to get the right answer

⤳ brags about his students in the teacher’s lounge, “yeah, y/n was really struggling at the beginning of the year, but you could never tell by her marks on this last test”

⤳ movie days if the class average on the latest exam is above 90%,, which it almost always is

⤳ has meme posters all over his classroom, a couch for students to chill on when it comes to independent work, and a tiny little snack jar that he lets students pick from if they answer his question right

⤳ makes a lot of cringey jokes, but please laugh at them because he’s trying his best

⤳ sometimes accidentally ends up spending the whole class telling his life story instead of teaching

⤳ he wants his class to be fun for his students while at the same time being a place where they can learn what they have to

overall teacher rating; 10/10 for personality, 11/10 for teaching ability

#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #midoriya x reader #writing?

[notthatiwilleverwriteit]

Hi! Do you have any headcanons about He Chen and his father? Their relationship is very interesting to me. How did HC react to Mr He's second wife? I would like to know your opinion. Thanks!

Hello, dear anon!

I have talked about the He brothers and their father quite a lot, but I don’t think I have talked about HC and Mr. He specifically that much. Probably just once, actually:

Some HC headcanons (including HC and his parents)

Because we know relatively little about Mr. He and even less about the boys’ mother and their step-mother, these will be quite heavy on my own interpretation. As always, it’s a bit difficult for me to separate good story ideas and headcanons in my head, so don’t wonder if these feel like they took off. But I’m excited! Always looking forward to talking about HC.

“Do you have any headcanons about He Chen and his father?”

Before getting to the headcanons, a few words about HC and Mr. He’s relationship in general. I think HC is a rather typical example of an older sibling character. He’s grown up soaking up the world view of his father’s and imbibed his principles and teachings. He might have even grown up feeling like his father was working for certain goals for his family and it was HC’s duty to join him and continue his legacy as his son. They were family, and this was how they lived and how men acted. HC’s rather patient, calm, and responsible disposition probably made it easier for his father to influence him. HC listened to his “reason” by nature.

We don’t know the exact age difference of the brothers, but I think it’s safe to say HC grew up a good chunk of his kid’s life absorbing his father’s words until HT was born. It seems raising HT was left for HC more or less, but HT was very different from his older brother. He didn’t take the lessons HC had learned the same way, and HC found himself in the middle of what he thought was the right thing to do and not wanting to hurt/force his little brother. HT was rebelling against something that defined HC and what HC felt like he needed to be loyal to.

I just wanted to talk about those things briefly, so the tone of my headcanons makes more sense.

HC was closer to his father than to his mother. He looked up to Mr. He and was almost proud when he called HC to him and entrusted him with some chore or little assignment. 

He often spent time in his father’s office, playing while Mr. He worked. But quite soon his plays were forgotten when he stopped to listen to what his father was talking about to him. 

The first time Mr. He let little HC sit with him while he was having a meeting was one of the proudest moments of HC’s life. He was becoming a man in his father’s eyes.

Mrs. He was sometimes uneasy about little HC seeing and hearing things he shouldn’t at such a young age. Mr. He just tussled HC’s hair and said his son could handle men’s business.

Sometimes HC rejected his mother’s affection if his father was looking.

Sometimes HC would have liked to stay with her and not go with him. 

Sometimes Mr. He would tell little HC not to tell his mother what he had seen or heard. “It’s men’s business”, he would always say. Sometimes that made HC proud but there were times it made him scared and anxious.

The first time Mr. He took little HC with for an out-of-town business trip was when he saw the dark side of his father’s business. Mr. He had told him to stay in the car but for some reason, he had gone after him. He heard noises around the corner and saw a group of big, scary men in a circle beating up a man. He completely froze and watched as they cut off the man’s finger. HC had never seen someone bleed like that or scream like that. He had never heard anyone beg like that.

When Mr. He had turned to go back to the car, he had spotted HC watching them. At first, he had been angry HC hadn’t followed his orders but then said that “suppose you’re old enough”. This was part of the business. Men’s business. HC never told his mother about what he had seen.

Sometimes when Mr. He didn’t come home for days or weeks, HC couldn’t sleep properly and had nightmares. He was worried something had happened and should he try to help him. He wondered if he had somehow failed his father. He still wasn’t ready to be the man of the house.

Being forced to cause pain for his little brother was the first time HC hated his father. But he also understood it was the right and necessary thing to do, and his hatred was just his own incapability to do what men needed to do.

As an older man, HC realizes how messed up his childhood was being raised by his father. But he still cares about him and respects him. His words and teachings are a part of who HC is as a person. He knows his father isn’t without fault but he can’t really list them. In a way, he sees it all just as a way he was raised.

HC knows he will one day have to choose between his father and his brother, and he’s not sure what path he will follow.

“How did HC react to Mr He's second wife?”

We don’t know how old HC was when Mr. He got remarried but I imagine his attitude towards her was neutral. He might have had mixed feelings about her but I can’t picture him giving her a hard time. Rather, he was probably his usual calm, well-behaved, and mature self. And perhaps she felt more comfortable around him than HT.

However, deep down, I don’t know if HC ever really “took” her as a parental figure. I would say it depends on his age. Overall, I doubt he sees her as his step-mother but rather as his father’s wife. But she was family now, so that’s that.

Perhaps getting remarried could have made it more obvious to HC what kind of a man Mr. He was these days. Perhaps, his father had had greater affection for the boys’ mother and she had had this touch about her that kept him more human, despite everything. Maybe the new wife doesn’t have the same touch and aura, and she was struggling to reach him like the boys’ mother had. Maybe at that point, Mr. He was already too far gone. Maybe HC even felt a bit sorry for her because she was somewhat of an outsider in the family.

Ah, the He family is so delightfully complicated.

Thank you for your questions, dear anon!

#19 days #He Cheng #mr. he #answered ask

[imagines4undertale]

Hey, this is my first time really asking something, so here goes! I'm someone that's a little flirty but honest cannot handle it when others dish out compliments to me. How would Horrortale Papyrus and Undertale Papyrus     react to a s/o that was like that? If you decide to answer this, thank you!! (Even if you don't answer it, thank you!! ^^)

Of course I’ll answer your ask! I hope you like it and are doing well! I apologize for it taking so long! :)

HT!Papyrus(Crooks)-

Crooks is going to be very similar when it comes to things like this so he’ll understand. He has a hard time seeing the good in himself after living in the Underground’s toxic environment for so long, but you don’t seem to care. You tell him every sweet thing in the book and flirt with him even before you are date mates and it honestly kills him. Every time you say something like that he can feel himself burning up and his unstable brain just stalls. He normally can’t respond, but when he eventually does, he learns your weakness.

It is an autumn day, you are out with your lanky skeleton on a walk around a park. For the moment though, the two of you are parked on a fence talking about how your days had been. It was Crooks’ turn and he told you about the mother who had yelled at him for getting a kid balloon out of a tree. She had screamed at Crooks for being a scary monster and daring to get near her child. He understood her fear, but it still hurt. It doesn’t sit well with you though. After a moment of thought, you take Crooks’ hands and start telling him what you think of him. You say sweet things about how sweet he is, how cute he acts, what a great cook he is(even if that may be a lie until he takes proper cooking lessons), and how he is the cutest thing ever. He will just blush heavily and try to stutter an answer. After a minute of trying to say something, all his mind comes up with is a quiet mumble of, “B-b-BuT, yoU’re CuteR thAn AnythinG gUmDrop…”.

 At first, he is going to think that you didn’t like the compliment, at least going by your reaction. You turn away with your face in your hands and curl in on yourself a bit. He curves around to your face and pulls at your hands ready to apologize when he sees your cheeks are flushed and you have an embarrassed smile on your face. His smile grows wide and almost predatory.

“ANd You’Re an adoRaBLe DanCer.” Crooks watches you get impossibly redder. “WiTH BeaUtIFul Eyes, and an EVen PreTTiER SouL!” He says with vigor as he holds your hands away from your face when you try to cover it. “YoU ArE My CutE, liTTle, PerFect HumAn ThaT Is SO AdOraBLe WheN She’S EMbarrAssed!” Laughing as you wilt under his praise. 

Right before you look like you are about to implode from Crooks’ sweet words you blurt out “I like it better when I compliment you, you’re such a cutie when you blush.” Crooks’ laughing chokes to a stop as color returns to his bones. He releases your hands and you come to your first of many compliment stalemates. Both blushing and unable to speak for a few minutes. 

UT! Papyrus(Paps)-

Papy is going to love getting compliments from you. Each one is going to be met with a light blush and a declaration of something like “OF COURSE YOU THINK SO I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” or a “MY HUMAN, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS FLATTERED BY YOUR SWEET WORDS!” Because he is the great Papyrus of course you’ll see all his wonderful qualities. Internally he isn’t always confident, not making many friends does that to any person after a while, but he’s going to show his confident side most of the time. Your comments fuel him and will be the highlight of most any day. This doesn’t mean that he won’t reciprocate though. Paps loves making you feel loved and will make it his mission to get you as flustered as he can any time you are particularly generous with the compliments. 

“IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS REALLY THAT SWEET? WELL I THINK MY TINY HUMAN IS MUCH SWEETER. SWEETER THAN ANY MONSTER CANDY OR MUFFET TREAT, THAT’S FOR SURE.” He’ll layer on as many compliments as he can in a row and when you try to avert your eyes or hide your face he’ll grab your cheeks and make you keep eye contact as he compliments you. “THERE IS NO ESCAPING THE GREAT PAPYRUS PRAISE MY LOVE, YOU NEED TO BE TOLD HOW SWEET YOU ARE AND HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK TODAY! DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE THE MOST ADORABLE LAUGH AND THAT YOUR SMILE LIGHTS UP ANY ROOM IT IS IN?” Papy will continue his blunt affection until he is interrupted or until you are a flustered mess begging for mercy. The great Papyrus will not be defeated in the game of love. 

#ask #answer #ht!papyrus #ut!papyrus #undertale imagines #undertale

[skeletonbrothersreptilelovers]

Hiya. Would you write UT/US/HT brothers with a human friend who feeds them all the time. "You're just skin and bones and there isn't even skin". The friend knows the bro's aren't human - but when you can see bones their instinct just is to fatten them up :)

Awe, this was cute and fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Sans (UnderTale)

“Heh, keep this up and I’ll no longer be able to tell people I’m just big-boned.” Sans likes to joke a lot, but he’s not complaining. You come over almost every day, bring him and Paps more than enough food. At first, it had been funny, you were worried about him because he was bony after all. You were worried a skeleton was bony. He appreciated it though, for two reasons. One, you cared. Two, he couldn’t stand Paps cooking much longer. At least you were giving him lessons on the days you decided to cook at their house.

Papyrus (UnderTale)

“NYEH, HUMAN! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COOK MY SPAGHETTI IF YOU KEEP BRINGING FOOD OVER?” Papyrus didn’t appreciate it as much as Sans, but only because you somehow managed to show up with loads of food right before he could start cooking. Plus, with all the food you were trying to feed him, he was worried about his figure! How could he keep biceps like these with all the food he was eating? The food did taste good though, and you were showing him new techniques!

Sans (UnderSwap)

“HUMAN! PLEASE TEACH ME THIS RECIPE!” While he was a little upset about your cooking overtaking his tacos, Sans absolutely loved it. Your food was so good, and you also gave him more than enough! Actually, you gave him way to much. Most of the food was eaten by his brother instead since he needed to stay fit. After a while, he insisted you cooked at his place and help him learn how to cook each meal. Not only did his cooking skills increase, but he learned a lot of new recipes! And he got to spend a lot of time with you!

Papyrus (UnderSwap)

“How sweet of you to drop by.” Papyrus had a huge sweet tooth, and it didn’t take long for you to realize it. After the realization, you always brought over a lot of sweets for him. Honestly, he loved it, and maybe even abused your silly concern about his bony self by constantly texting you “I’m hungry” every time he craved sweets. It never took you more than an hour to get to his house afterward, which makes him wonder if you cooked stuff ahead of time. He really appreciated you for a lot of reasons - you cared enough to drop what you’re doing to bring him cookies, kept him from having to eat his bro’s tacos (although, his cooking is probably good by this point), and made his bro happy by constantly cooking with him.

Sans (HorrorTale)

“…Got anymore?” To say he appreciated it was an understatement. Sure, he and the rest of the monsters are on the surface now and have plenty of food. But Sans believed you could never have too much, and your constant worry over him and his brother’s diet was… Sweet. He never thought he’d see the day where he ate so much he couldn’t eat anymore, but he did with you around. You always came over with food, went straight into the kitchen, and cooked more food. You were honestly a blessing, and he was glad he met you. 

Papyrus (HorrorTale)

“AH! THIS IS WONDERFUL, HUMAN! LET’S COOK SOME MORE!” Papyrus is just as delighted as his brother is to have someone worry about him so much. He was constantly in the kitchen with you, watching you cook and occasionally helping. While he did enjoy the treats you brought with you on the way over, he usually let his brother have them all so he could cook with you instead. That’s where he spent almost all of his day, cooking and eating with you (although you did less eating than him. You said you were worried about him being too bony, not yourself). Sometimes, even when you both already had too much food, you’d still continue to cook with him! Which was amazing! Because he got to spend more time with you, and then he and his brother had leftover for in the morning!

#Undertale #Underswap #Horrortale #Imagines #Undertale imagine #Underswap Imagine #Horrortale imagine #Sans #Papyrus #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #Horrotale Sans #Horrortale Papyrus

[rigonelli]

Hey! I enjoyed your story with the chicken! I was wondering if you still took writing prompts and if yes if you could write something about the newest update with HT and MGS peeling a mango at the supermarket? Thank you, even if you don't have time to do it :)

He Tian looked over Mo Guan Shan’s shoulders at the mango being sliced by experienced hands.

Damn. It looked so easy when Mo Guan Shan did it. But He Tian had learned his lesson and would never try to help him do his job again. At least not when it came to the truly delicate stuff.

“Container!” Mo Guan Shan ordered, lifting his hand for He Tian to put a container in it.

He Tian gladly obliged, happy to be of help. Besides, he still owed Guan Shan for that one massacred mango. The boss had kept half of Guan Shan’s pay for that, which was just mean. But He Tian had never worked in a supermarket, so he had no idea if that was a normal thing or not. Anyway, from now on, he vowed he wouldn’t be a nuisance anymore. Guan Shan had been pretty upset with him.

“Lid!”

He Tian quickly put a lid in Guan Shan’s hands and watched how he wrapped up the mango so it was ready to be presented in the ‘ready-to-eat’-aisle.

“Mango!”

They worked like a well-oiled machine, He Tian thought, as he put a mango in Guan Shan’s hands. It had been a while since Guan Shan had snapped at him for doing something wrong. Although he was cute when he was annoyed, He Tian had come to appreciate the moments when they were just at peace with each other. Just existing in the same space together, the promise of a touch always hovering within reach. Something to be given willingly, not to be taken.

“Container!”

Wait a minute, He Tian thought, stopping in his tracks.

Had Guan Shan trained him like a dog?

Even now, he couldn’t help but to reach for a container and put it in Guan Shan’s waiting hand.

My God – it was true. He Tian had been… domesticated.

“Lid!”

He Tian watched his own hand reach for the lid and pass it along. How strange. If Guan Shan’s voice had ordered him to strip naked and do a chicken dance on the counter, He Tian would have probably done it.

“Brother Mo,” He Tian murmured against Guan Shan’s nape. It was funny to see the hairs there stand up when he did that. “Do you see me as a dog?”

Now the nape before He Tian’s face started to turn an alarming shade of red. Good thing he hadn’t been cutting a mango, because the lid promptly fell from Guan Shan’s hand.

“How… how did you know?” Guan Shan croaked.

“Wow!”

“It was just that one dog!”

“Huh?”

“It looked just like you!” said Guan Shan, turning to look at He Tian’s face, probably to check if he was mad.

“You saw a dog that looked like me?”

“It was sleeping on the street.”

“Wow,” He Tian said again. “You think of me as some kind of street dog? Even though I’m richer than you?”

“No!” Guan Shan said, turning back to his box of mango, fussing with the lid. “It was… cute.”

“Oh my God – was that the dog you doodle everywhere?”

“MANGO!” Guan Shan said loudly.

A mango appeared in his hand. He Tian blinked – he hadn’t even realized he was putting it there. Maybe Guan Shan should become a dog trainer or something.

They easily fell back into their routine. Maybe some weeks ago, He Tian would have prodded some more, trying his hardest to make Guan Shan blush and shout. But the more time they spent together, the more He Tian realized how nice it felt to have someone open up to him. Especially after how they had met. He had come to care for Guan Shan. Really care for him, not just wanting him.

He had never known that something was missing – at school, everyone loved him. Everyone respected or feared him. Guan Shan had done none of that, which was why he was so intriguing. He had fought He Tian’s advances every step of the way. But it had been worth it – now He Tian had someone by his side who didn’t suck up to him, who was ready to protect him, whom he could send messages to any time of the day, who was there to fill his big, empty apartment. Who wasn’t afraid of the darkness, even after experiencing it all first hand.

Guan Shan had not trained him like a dog, He Tian realized. He had simply made him a better person.

There was only one thing missing.

“Hey, Mo…” He Tian whispered against Guan Shan’s nape again.

“Hm?”

The voice sounded nonchalant, but He Tian could still see the little hairs rise.

“I never apologized.”

“What for?�� Guan Shan asked, calmly cutting his mango.

He Tian really wanted to bury his face in Guan Shan’s nape. It was only inches from his nose and his skin smelled nice and warm.

He wondered what had brought this about. It was a fairly normal day, they were doing a fairly normal thing. Just standing there, in the supermarket, cutting up mango after mango. Still, He Tian felt like this was the time – the time to set something straight, something he had carried about with him for a long time.

“Back then… When I kissed you. I didn’t think you’d be so disgusted by it. But I should have known. I should have asked. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Guan Shan simply stopped moving, knife still stuck in the mango. He Tian wondered what would happen now. They had never talked about it again. It had always been with them – the moment when Guan Shan turned away, disgust clear on his face. It had taken a lot to work past that moment. Or had they never truly worked past it at all?

He Tian was about to find out. Movement came back to Guan Shan – first of all, the skin on his neck reddened again, then the knife fell to the floor, along with the mango. He didn’t seem to care. He turned around to face He Tian, not even slightly taken aback by how close he was standing.

What was he going to say? He had a wild look in his eyes, so he was probably about to shout. He Tian braced for it, but all that happened was that Guan Shan reached for his supermarket cap, grabbed it by the visor, and turned it to the back of his head.

For some reason, that was funny. He Tian wasn’t sure why. Maybe because it reminded him of Ash Ketchum, about to point at He Tian and have his Pikachu shock him to dust.

Instead, Guan Shan leaned forward and kissed him.

It felt similar to being shocked to dust by a Pikachu, only so much better. There were hands on his neck, pulling him closer. He Tian couldn’t remember ever having been so close to any human. It was all he had wanted, all he had craved. Then Guan Shan’s mouth opened up and they were even closer, they were practically one.

He Tian couldn’t speak, once it was over. He could barely breathe. All he could do was look at those dark eyes in front of him and try to come up with words to express what he felt. Do it again. Never stop doing it.

I love you.

“Was that so damn hard, you idiot?” Guan Shan growled, letting go of He Tian’s face. Even though his voice didn’t waver, his red face betrayed him. He was just as shaken as He Tian.

Was this apology all he had been waiting for? He Tian could have kicked himself for not apologizing earlier. He had assumed that never bringing it up again would somehow make Guan Shan forget it. He had assumed that his eye-for-an-eye-style apology would cover it all, but that was stupid, of course. By beating up She Li, He Tian had proved he could protect Guan Shan from other people. But he had never proved that he could protect Guan Shan from himself.

“I’m sor-“ He Tian tried to say again, but a movement from behind Guan Shan caught his eyes and he trailed off.

The boss woman was standing there, and she was looking at the mango, which had rolled to the floor.

“Uhm…”

He had no time to warn Guan Shan – the woman was already screaming.

“GO HOME!” she yelled, making Guan Shan jump to face her. “YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS TODAY! I DON’T PAY YOU TO TOSS MY PRECIOUS MANGOES TO THE FLOOR!”

She took a deep breath.

“IN FACT – I WON’T!” she screamed. “NO PAY FOR TODAY!”

“Shit!” Guan Shan moaned under his breath. “Not again!”

The woman took another deep breath, but this time, it suddenly turned her completely calm.

“Other than that,” she said, pointing between the two of them, “Congratulations. He is really quite good looking.”

With that, she trotted away, leaving a completely shocked pair of teenagers and a few startled costumers in her wake.

“You cost me another payday!” Guan Shan scolded, once he gained his wits back.

“Can I pay you back with kisses?” He Tian grinned.

“No!”

“But I’m really quite good looking!”

“Still no,” said Guan Shan. “I got used to it. Besides, you look like a dog, remember?”

“Wow”, said He Tian, a third time. “Must have been a really quite good-looking dog, that one.”

They left the supermarket, bickering like an old married couple. He Tian didn’t even have to ask Guan Shan to come over. That was just normal now. Just like the brush of their hands as they walked side-by-side, just like the light in Guan Shan’s eyes, just as the protectiveness and the honesty and the vulnerability.

The trust, though.

The trust was new.

#19 days #old xian #tianshan #he tian #mo guan shan #he tian x mo guan shan #fanfiction #my fics

[dragonpiango]

My review of 2019

January:

So I recently graduated from community college in the previous December, and I started university at HT with a scholarship for piano performance. Honestly I thought going to a HBCU was going to be weird, but turns out I’m not much of an outcast. It was a nice transition to a new setting and new people and a breath of fresh air! It was amazing having a practice room to myself and the mental thought of “getting to know my music” became a reality although my first piano lesson with my new professor was strange. His impression of me was way different than what I thought. Although he is a outstanding teacher, he might have overthought what I was capable of.... him assigning me my pieces and they consisted of Bach French suite No. 5 in G Major, Mozart sonata K.332 in F Major, Chopin Nocturne in D-flat Major, Chopin Scherzo No.2 in b-flat minor, and the most memorable piece IMHO Ravel’s Une Barque Sur L’Ocean from Miroirs.

February:

So still settling into a new university and meeting new people (although I just stayed in the music building bc that’s where all my classes were) it was Black History Month. Being apart of the choir at school and the only ensemble they offered, we were pretty busy with a lot of performances BUT it was enlightening too. Everyone has been so welcoming and coming from a background in classical music I’ve been introduced to Gospel music not only for voice, but piano. From accompanying spirituals to gospel it really has opened my eyes that music doesn’t have to be so strict. It is a way of expressing emotions and from then on I took my repertoire more seriously in the sense each piece had its own “character.”

March:

This month is a crucial one, not only did I find my “clique” at school, but they only consisted of two people. Ant and KayP. Not going to use their names but these two were the only two that understood who I was and I understood who they were. We might have drifted a little bit since one has graduated but in the mean time, during these few months, have been my shoulder to cry on. They were very talented vocalist who taught me a lot in the sense of accompanying and vice versa. Since our school is small, our “accompanist” was my piano teacher, so every rehearsal was around his schedule, until I came into the picture. They really pushed me to get out of my comfort zone and really get me to where I need to be. During this time, I was still working retail and I have a true appreciation for those who commit full time to retail because lemme tell y’all. That shit is a lot of work. Especially around holidays. Balancing out school and work was a struggle, but I managed through especially when I don’t have a piano at home. I have to go to school to practice and with retail, all my extra time would be working.

April:

By this time, everyone is stressing because of finals, but luckily since I grabbed an associates degree from COmmunity college, I didn’t have to take my core classes and cry. Music classes were all my focuses were on especially performance. I had a few performances in between for our seminar where we perform in front of all the music students, and for me, being a pianist, I didn’t have to rely on my teacher for rehearsals and accompanying. I just focused on me and this got me ready for our benefit concert that I was honored to be a part of. KayP being the current Miss HBCU and queen of the school, decided to raise money for students of troubled pasts who have really turned their lives around in college and made a great GPA would be rewarded with scholarship money that we raised. I was the one who got to close the whole show out and it truly was an amazing experience. Being able to perform for a great cause is always heart warming and I will cherish that moment forever.

May:

So the semester comes to an end and I have juries (where we perform our pieces in front of the faculty and get graded ) what I did not know is that since our school is so small, they invite and pay other professors from the biggest university next to us UT Austin and have them come sit and grade us as well. That to me was a shock moment, because coming from a university in a small town before we had enough people and knew everyone. Community college DIDNT have juries for piano which was odd, but this was a perfect opportunity to really put my hard work into good use. After juries, I did splendid with a few mistakes that I was able to recover from, and lemme tell y’all. No performance is perfect. And I have accepted that. My piano teacher hooked me up with one of his good friends who owns and directs her own music school and I became a piano teacher there. Oddly, I’m the youngest teacher there with no doctoral degree and am working on a BA still..... but none the less, this transition really opened my eyes.

June:

School is finally out, and I reduced my retail job to just Saturday. I finally got my reputation as a teacher at my new job and gained students rather quickly to where I was almost booked up Monday through Friday. With little to no teaching experience it was a trial and error process. I was taking over a studio of a former teacher who had visa issues. So all his students were a tad skeptical with me more so their parents. But after observing lessons and learning their names it was only a matter of time that I was teaching them and really became someone they look up to. It started off rocky because I wasn’t used to a build your own schedule, from what I’ve experienced with teaching at a music school is that someone does the schedule for you. Not in this case, so having to communicate and try to accommodate every students schedule was a tough start, but once I got used to it, the ride was easy from there. Unfortunately, most students were gone on vacation so I had to work with only a few who stayed in town and accommodate those who were in town for that week. That aside, my communication improved after constantly talking with parents 24/7.

July:

This is where life gets exciting. My boyfriend had surprised me with tickets to go to Chicago. I would go back because the city is amazing and food is delicious and it’s easy to get around in Chicago. It was a nice break from work and really helped me bond with my partner. During this time we had two cats. One names Roger and the other Gladys. So a little back story, when I moved in with my partner, his cats basically adopted me. Gladys was a daddy’s girl and kept to Todd mostly but she was very seeet with me and made adorable monkey noises when you picked her up and cuddled with her. She was diagnosed with cancer and the year before that we made the decision to remove her tumor and hope that she would live a healthy life. Well this is where the tumor came back full force and in Chicago, I was a wreck because I felt bad enjoying my time away and leaving her at home. My partner (who is the mature one in our relationship) had a sit down with me about what to do with her and I lost it. He didn’t want to put her down either, but it was for the best. We agreed to keep her comfortable until we knew it was time. Before the month ends tho, we are back home and my sisters boyfriend sends me a text saying he is serious about her and wants to marry her. The retail I work for is a jewelry store and he had asked me to help pick out a diamond for my sister since he knew what she wanted. So this was the good news. We find the diamond, and have it set in her favorite setting and my boyfriend who is full of surprises gets me a ticket to visit her in LA.

August:

So my birthday month is here, and I fly out to LA to deliver the ring to my now sisters fiancé and they fly out to Italy and he does the deed and she says yes. Happy note. But as school starts back up for the new semester, my partner had a issue to where he would be in a state to where he couldn’t move much due to a unusual circumstance. And before that we decided to put Gladys down. It was a tough decision but we gave her the best life we could ever had hoped for her and I was emotionally drained from everything. Having to keep a positive attitude for my students and going to school and being an adult in general. The only way I got thru this period is from my best friend and coworker who knows what it’s like to go through life and it’s always better to have an open mind and ear to talk to. I call her my mamma because she’s like a mother figure to me but also a amazing friend. Without her, I probably wouldn’t have been mentally there at all for anyone. In the time of summer until now I haven’t had a chance to practice because I forgot to mention that i had a Jr recital coming up which is why my repertoire was so big.

September:

After everything passed and I’m in a better mental state, I proceed to my schedule of school and work and find a time to practice in between. What’s great about this month is that since the semester just started, I had plenty of time to catch up on my practice and really get my lessons to become productive in shaping and understanding different musical styles. My partner is all better and life is great because I was in the best part of my life. Doing well in school, amazing texting job, and a best friend who is there for me and most importantly my partner. He’s been my rock since we first met and I can always rely on him and vice versa. He understood that with my free day off that I needed to spend it practicing and told me to go for it and be as productive as I can. I honestly wasn’t used to that kind of support but I am grateful.

October:

This is where reality hits and my recital is next month. I get very crazy about everything. I had all my music learned but because of my indecisiveness, I kept changing how I shaped everything and my mind goes blank. Probably a dark time for me because I didn’t know how to handle this kind of stress. I’ve put on hour long recitals before and the only thing different this time is that I’m getting graded and want to make such a great impression to further my education to a dictator degree. The dress was eating me alive and on top of that, one of my students decided he wants to enter in a competition and I say why not. Let’s do it. Getting him ready for that and keeping my sanity was hard to do but I managed. He did well, but not well enough to get a medal but his parents were very impressed with how quickly he progressed with me. That’s always a plus, right?

November:

The month has come for me to have my big recital and I invited all my friends and coworkers and they all made it. I was truly nervous but if you don’t get nervous, are you even human? It turned out wonderful although the first piece (Bach French suite) was shaky, I had to tell my self that I was having fun and everyone here is here to support me and want me to do well. That little talk was a confidence booster and ended the recital flawlessly. After my recital, my job has their student recitals so my focus was all on my students doing the best they can and having fun. This month was fun because I was selected to do masterclasses for piano students through out my job and it was very enlightening to see how talented the new generation of musicians are! Only positive comments because I couldn’t honestly find anything wrong with any of the students performances and their teachers are amazing.

December:

So getting all my students ready for their recital was a big time investment but totally worth it because they all performed so well and I honestly cried bc I felt like a proud parent LOL. But after that was time for the semester to end up and one class was making me go crazy. Everything ended well and I had ALL A’s and one B but I know what to expect for next semester and everything will be great. Honestly this year has me all sorts of fucked up with emotions and I proved to myself that when I stay committed, I can really achieve what I want. This year was a great year for me and a way to end a decade because when 2020 starts, I know what I need to do and where I need to be.

[skeletorific]

Hey there, not sure if you're still doing HCs...? But if so, how would the bros (UT, UF, US, SF) react to finding out their s/o's seemingly mundane phobia? Like would some brush it off until s/o's literally having a panic attack?? Or immediately sympathize/console and what would they say?? Having a bit of trouble myself ATM and could use some positive vibes

lets ignore the fact that im stealing @popatochisssp ask format because i think its really good for this kind of thing asdsfadkj also I added the HT!boys because I’ve been thinking about them lately

Brushes it off until things escalate: Sans, Red, Edge

Immediately sympathizes/consoles: Crooks, Papyrus, Blue

Tries to fight the phobia and forgets to comfort you: Black

Doesn’t brush it off but doesn’t know how to comfort you either so is just stuck awkwardly patting your back: Rus, Stretch, Axe

UT!Sans: Sans isn’t great with emotions like fear. He prefers to keep a handle on things at all times, cover it in a thin layer of bad jokes, and then shove it to the back of his mind. He doesn’t write you off intentionally, its more than he kind of assumes that comforting you would make things worse, because that’s how it would make him feel. So, in typical Sans fashion, he ignores the problem until it literally can’t be ignored anymore

UT!Papyrus: Regarding his own weird fears he actually tends close to Sans, in that he prefer to cover them up. However, nothing makes him happier than feeling like he’s his s/o’s protector, so he jumps at the opportunity to shield you from even the most mundane of problems. If anything you might have to talk him down a bit to stop him from essentially bubbling you away from trouble

UF!Sans: what do you mean living with a constant, low level of fear isn’t normal. Chin up buttercup. He’s not intentionally being a dick, necessarily, but especially if the phobia is something small, it can be really hard for him to get it in his thick skull that you’re not just overreacting. The first time it happens he’s almost certainly gonna be teasing you the whole way through....right up until he notices you’re shaking. 

The good news is that his behavior significantly improves after the first panic attack. Whether he understands the fear or not, making you feel safe around him is priority one. He’ll still probably tease you about it, but he’ll tone it down and tune himself in a little more to how you’re doing.

UF!Papyrus: Edge also comes from the “toughen up” school of thought when it comes to fears. He’s intimately familiar with what its like to be scared, but phobias are more complex in nature and they can be harder for him to understand. It may even take a few moments of you panicking to get him to stop trying to make you “snap out of it”. Its a bad first time. Like his brother, he learns his lesson, and while he’s never a great consoler, he’s good about getting you away from it, and good about not letting anyone give you shit for it. His ultimate goal will be to get you over it, meaning he’ll be consistently recommending exposure therapy, but if it really bothers you he’ll keep his mouth shut.

US!Sans: Blue’s very high on empathy in general. If it freaks you out chances are he’s gonna be catching some secondhand anxiety, meaning he wants to be away from whatever it is almost as much as you do. His comfort methods are usually touch based, just trying to keep you in close and tight  and make sure you feel protected

US!Papyrus: combining Sans’ emotional ineloquence with Papyrus’ desire to be his s/o’s protector is a hell of a cocktail sometimes. He’s not as capable of just training himself to ignore it, but he also doesn’t know how to walk you back. As a result his methods usually tend to be distraction based, whether that’s turning on some music or just making out with you to get your mind off it. He’s stumbling, but he’s trying.

SF!Sans: Nobody and nothing scares his partner. He takes a very Papyrus approach by trying to become your protector, and depending on what your phobia is he develops a habit of being aggressive towards it. Spiders are killed. People who try to get you to go to high places are told off. If its thunderstorms you swear he’ll be trying to fight it. He means well in a way that’s honestly adorable, but don’t say that to his face.

SF!Papyrus: He’s not good with comfort words, much like Stretch, but you know what he is good with? Charming. It is really, really hard to keep your focus on whatever is freaking you out when he’s talking in that particular tone of voice and layering on that many compliments. If the phobia can be removed, he’ll do that first, and there are times when the panic is too great to be taken out by flirting. In those cases he tends to just hide you both away somewhere until the shaking stops. But in general he wants you to be more worried about whether your face is as red as it feels than any phobia

HT!Sans: Needless to say, he’s intimately aware with fear. What it feels like. How to cause it. And how to control it. Axe isn’t really known for his consoling abilities. In general, he’s emotionally closed off. In his world fear wasn’t something you comforted. It was something you either survived, or you didn’t. Even post-Surface its hard to break out of that mindset .But if you’re his s/o you’ve entered into the limited set of people he cares about, meaning he’s at least trying. As he tries to stammer out words of comfort and crush you to his side, its gruff, and its clumsy but.....from him? Its a lot.

HT!Papyrus: Crooks understand fear like Axe does. Perhaps more so, given that more often than not, he was the victim rather than the cause. But all that experience with fear has only served to make him kinder. He’s a grade a consoler. For once, his nervous tremors fade away as he calmly reminds you that he won’t let you get hurt, that you are safe, and cared for. He is able to do it well, because you’ve had to do the same for him so many times. Crooks is always gentle with you, but today its especially so, as he keeps you distracted and happy as much as possible

#undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #horrortale #sans #papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #us!sans #us!papyrus #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #phobias #headcanon #Anonymous

[popatochisssp]

Fur a Good Time, Call... 13/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader, HT!Papyrus & Reader, HT!Sans & HT!Papyrus Chapter Warnings: discussion of past suicidal ideation

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can’t imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You’ve got a lot of love to give!

You’re just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who’s been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can’t resist investigating…

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Heart

It’s far from the last time you go to Grillby’s.

Now that Sans has broken the metaphorical ice, he seems intent on keeping his promise to Grillby to do better. The cozy little monster pub quickly becomes a regular spot for you, lunch breaks and date-nights alike.

You meet the occasional human here and there, friends or dates of the regulars or just people lucky enough to have stopped in and gotten hooked on the fire elemental’s stellar cooking…but mostly you get to know the monsters.

Audrey’s fascinated by human cuisine and takes cooking classes with Burr every Thursday night. Apparently, it’s their designated couple’s activity, and they’re such a subtle pair you never would’ve guessed they were together until they told you.

Some weird cat guy whose real name you can’t get out of anyone for the life of you—surely he can’t actually be named Burgerpants?—loves coming in and getting really high in the corner booth. You’re not about to judge, though: he’s always wearing a retail uniform when you see him and however tense and stressed out he is on his way in, BP’s always chill and smiling on his way out, so whatever works for him!

The dogs are a hoot and a half, especially when they find out that you work with dogs for a living. They only get more excited to learn that you and Sans actually have a dog at home, which leads to Buddy coming to visit Grillby’s one night and…

Well…it’s a good thing that you’re already used to loud barking from your time at the shelter. Your ears didn’t stop ringing for hours after that night.

Dino gushes about his son, Franco loudly negotiates gigs over his bluetooth, and Grillby…

Grillby doesn’t say much, actually, but his warm and glowing presence behind the bar is steady and reassuring.

You love it.

You love Grillby’s, and you love all the incredibly sweet and fascinating people you meet there, but most of all, you love what going so often is doing for Sans.

He’s…lighter these days, a little more unburdened. He smiles easier, jokes quicker, laughs louder, and it’s delightfully different.

……No.

On second thought…it’s not different at all.

He’s still Sans—your Sans, all the way down to his marrow—but just…more.

It’s Sans the way he is when it’s just you and Papyrus around, but more often, even at work where he’s usually so closed off and shy, and it feels like the coolest damn thing to get to see other people finally getting to know the sweet and funny guy you care so much about.

Your relationship with Sans takes a nice, easy slide into the comfortable; so comfortable, in fact, that you manage to give poor Papyrus another conniption about it.

“What Do You Mean, You Don’t Have Anything Planned?!”

Silently, you and Sans share a look and shrug.

You know that you, at least, feel an awful lot like a kid being scolded by the teacher for not handing in an assignment. It’s hard not to feel that way with Papyrus looming over you, hands on his hips and impatiently tapping his foot.

“I Am So Disappointed,” he tsks, completing the illusion. “You’re Just Going To Sit Around The House Like Lumps—”

That had been your plan.

“—On Your Own Six-Monthiversary???”

“i don’t think that’s a thing.”

“Of Course It’s A Thing, Sans!” Papyrus snaps. “Human, Tell Him It’s A Thing!”

“……I…guess?”

“There, You See? They Agree With Me! You’re Being A Terrible Datemate!”

Okay, you can’t let that go unchallenged.

“I don’t think that, baby,” you say to Sans, quietly but Papyrus hears you anyway.

“Don’t Tell Him That! He’ll Never Learn Without Consequences!”

You raise your eyebrows. “He would learn with consequences?” you ask incredulously.

“………Stop Making Valid Points!” Papyrus demands in return.

“i feel so attacked right now,” Sans chimes in, but he’s laughing so you doubt his feelings are really hurt.

“Well, How Do You Think They Feel?! Look At Them!”

Sans looks at you and you smile up at him.

“yeah, cute as ever.”

“No! Heartbroken! Let Down! Devastated!”

You don’t really want to make Pap a liar… You frown, just a little bit, utterly fake and disingenuous.

“Yes, Perfect, Like That!”

It’s a struggle not to ruin the expression by laughing.

“Sans, Your Poor Human Naïvely Hoped Against All Logic And Reason That You Might Do Something Special For Them On This Most Important And Momentous Of Days! That You Would Go Against Your Very Nature And Find One Tiny Romantic Bone In Your Body— ”

“ouch, ‘tiny’?”

“—And Sh………You Are Vulgar, Oh My God! For Once In Your Life Of Laziness And Terrible Puns, Be Serious—And Don’t You Dare Say You Can’t Be ‘Serious’ If You’re ‘Sans,’ I Am All Too Aware That You Are Sans!”

You give up, you’re laughing.

Your boys are just too fucking funny, watching them argue is like watching the best improv sketch you’ve ever seen.

“Look, You’ve Made Them Hysterical!”

“oh no. i’m the worst.”

“No One Is Arguing That, And You Are So Lucky That I’m Here To Help You.”

You take a moment to try and get yourself together, deep breaths and not looking directly at either of these damn jokers.

“Oh, Good,” Papyrus grins at you. “You’re Coming Around To Acceptance! I Think You Skipped Over Anger And Bargaining Somewhere In There, But I Admire Your Efficiency!”

Pfft! “Thanks,” you eke out, just barely tamping down a giggle.

“Now, Then,” he says, very seriously, settling a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Sans Is Going To Make Up For His Grievous Oversight And Take You On A Lovely Six-Monthiversary Date.”

“i am? cool.” Sans slings an arm around you, gently pulling you out of his brother’s grip. “been dyin’ for some cheesy fries—”

“No!” Papyrus tugs you back, glaring at Sans. “No Grillby’s! It’s Bad Enough That That’s Your Usual, You Don’t Go To Your Usual For A Six-Monthiversary! It’s A Special Occasion!”

Sans frowns, but seems to take the proclamation in stride. “alright, so…what do ‘i’ have in mind?”

“That’s! ……” Papyrus squints down at you. “That Obviously Has To Be A Surprise.”

Without further ado, you’re nudged carefully yet forcefully to the stairs—shooed away like a too-curious cat from a museum.

“Wait, Pap, what—”

“Don’t Argue!” he chides, unmoved by your confusion. “Go Wait Upstairs For Awhile! Sans Will Get You When His Surprise Is Ready!”

You spare a last look at Sans, who seems only mildly amused by whatever is happening here. He gives you a little wave that makes you smile, and you willingly disappear up the steps.

Down below you, you can still hear a faint exchange, hissed whispers and murmuring, but you can’t make any of the words out, so you don’t bother to keep eavesdropping.

Besides, a romantic surprise sounds…kind of nice.

Whether it was actually Sans’ idea or not, a date with your funnybones was always something to look forward to.

-

You decide to go hang out in Sans’ room while you wait.

You suppose Papyrus’ room is also an option—you don’t think he’d necessarily mind you waiting there—but you feel a little more comfortable encroaching on your boyfriend’s space than on Papyrus’.

You hang out with him in there a lot, for naps and indoor tornado-watching and majorly nerdy (but interesting), casual geology lessons with his rock collection, so it seems like the best option for now.

The piney scent of air freshener tickles your nose when you walk in and you figure Sans must’ve cleaned sort of recently. He’s been pretty good about that lately, maybe especially because you’re in here more often, and it makes you happy that he has a mostly tidy area for himself.

You still remember how cluttered it used to be, and even with a stray sock or discarded t-shirt on the floor here and there, it’s a major improvement.

(You are…a big enough person to admit to some envy over it. Your own room could certainly do with some attention and you make a mental note to take care of that soon.)

Sans’ desk is, naturally, the most organized: it’s where all his rocks are, meticulously sorted and catalogued by means that are…probably very scientific and make perfect sense.

To you, it seems totally random, but you still like to look at all of Sans’ cool specimens and see how many of them you can remember.

Tiger’s eye is easy and so is jade. You remember that the purpley-green one carved into an obelisk is fluorite because Sans made a hilariously terrible pun about it one time that apparently burned it into your brain.

The smooth whitish one in the middle of the desk is harder. It’s iridescent, which you’d think would make it easy to identify, but apparently you were really bad at telling the difference between moonstone and opal.

Sans, being your oh-so-hilarious funnybones, loved to swap them out on you and snicker when you got it wrong, so you pretty much give up on that one entirely.

The polished purple ball is definitely amethyst…ooh, or is it charoite? It looks kind of squiggly and you can’t remember if amethyst is ever that squiggly…

You need more light.

You flick on the desk lamp and the rocks illuminate, sheens and glitter galore that make you feel like some sort of goblin with a primal urge to hoard the shiny, sparkly things before you.

The purple is charoite for sure, and you’re…roughly eighty percent certain that the other one is an opal today, too many colors in it to be moonstone.

But you’re also a little distracted by the weird glint the extra light is causing down by the floor, behind the desk.

You bend down to investigate and find a stray rock, wedged between the desk-leg and the wall. It’s the work of seconds to get it free and when you’ve got it…

Huh.

It’s a decently-sized black rock, dusty where it had been face-up and shiny where it wasn’t. It must have been stuck down there a good long while.

You take your shirt to it, carefully wiping it off and making sure to be mindful the places where it sharply curves into peaked edges, and soon it’s shiny all over, gleaming almost mirror-like from your hand.

You’d never been quizzed on this one before, but obsidian was one of the more recognizable types of rocks out there.

Volcanic glass, your brain helpfully adds and you feel a burst of excitement at knowing a rock fact Sans didn’t have to tell you.

You wonder if he’d be proud of you for that and shake your head, feeling silly for the thought.

Of course he’d be proud of you, and then he’d probably immediately find a way to make a pun out of it. You weren’t sure how, ‘obsidian’ didn’t seem like a very punnable word, but if anyone could find a way, it would be Sans.

You smile and go to set the rock back on his desk where it belonged, but pretty quickly realize there’s a roadblock.

You don’t actually know where on the desk it belongs. There’s clearly some sort of system but you have no clue what it is.

Messing up one of the few things Sans has bothered to organize, even in a tiny way, feels…kinda rude…

You elect to hold onto it until Sans comes to get you.

Since you have no idea what the surprise is and what the wait time on it is, you also plop yourself onto the bed and get comfy.

No sense standing around forever for no reason, right?

You intend to take out your phone and start playing games to pass the time, but you end up playing with the little obsidian chunk in your hands instead. It’s enticingly smooth beneath your fingers, cool but rapidly warming to the heat of your body as you keep stroking your thumb over its surface without rhyme or reason.

Its edges are a little sharp and kind of jagged, but they’re pretty easy to avoid once you properly map them out and besides that, you like the way they look. It…it’s got character, like a lot of your favorite things in this life.

A lot of your favorite people.

You start to wonder if Sans would miss this particular little rock if you just went ahead and kept it, like that shiny-hoarding goblin you felt like a few minutes ago.

…Nah, that would be pretty uncool of you.

You’ll give it back when—

“hey, babe, y’ready for, heheheh, ‘my’ surprise?”

You sit up, grinning and chuckling a little yourself to see Sans holding a blanket and a picnic basket, of all things. “Oh boy, am I ever! Papyrus…does know it’s nighttime, right?”

“………”

You follow Sans’ gaze when he doesn’t answer you right away. He’s looking at the obsidian in your hands and you scoff.

“Oh, right, I, uh…I found this! I wasn’t sure where it was supposed to go, so I—”

“where?”

“What?”

“where…was that?” The tightness in Sans’ voice makes you frown. You’re suddenly extra glad you didn’t just steal it because it seems…important, somehow?

You can’t read it all, but there’s a lot of emotion on his skull right now, more than there should be for just some average, run of the mill rock.

You wonder what the story is, but ultimately, you don’t need to know.

“It was behind your desk. It must’ve fallen off or something,” you say. You hold it out to him, smiling gently. “Here, you can put it…wherever it’s supposed to be!”

Sans reaches for it. He’s unusually slow in taking it from you, his bony fingers just…hovering over your open palm for a long moment.

You look up at him in surprise when instead, he closes his hand around yours, the obsidian still inside.

“keep it,” he says.

“What…seriously?” Your eyebrows knit in something approaching concern. “But…”

“but nothin’. ya’ like it, don’tcha?”

Damn him and his ability to read you like a book sometimes. “Well…yeah, but…”

You weren’t sure how, but…it was an important rock to him, right? It had to be! Some…some sort of memento or…stars, maybe a family heirloom or something!

“i want you to have it,” Sans says simply.

His tone is surprisingly firm. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him speak so matter-of-factly, so you know he means it, but still…

“It’s…it’s not important…?”

“nah.” That feels like a lie, but he immediately follows it with, “it was supposed to be away, i must’ve missed it in the great rock purge of 20XX. doesn’t belong on the desk, anyway, you’d be doin’ me a favor if ya’ just took it. really.”

“……You just don’t want to dig out the shoeboxes for it,” you accuse.

Sans laughs, deeply amused…and maybe just a little bit relieved.

“ya’ got me,” he admits. “s’a lotta work for one little stone and, uh, between you an’ me…i didn’t really get’cha anything for our six-monthiversary.”

You give him an exaggerated gasp of shock. “No!”

“i know, i know” he sighs, just as dramatically. “m’a cad. a scoundrel. a ne’er-do-well…whatever that is.”

“Harsh, but fair.” Sans releases your hand and you look at the…your obsidian. “Well…I’m honored by your thoughtless, last minute gift of rock.” You grin at him a little slyly. “Great minds think alike?”

Sans grins back. “you know it,” he says, and out comes the convenience store paperweight from his pocket, the one you’d bought him all those months ago back before you’d even been dating. “take it with me everywhere.”

You know he does and that makes you feel stupidly warm and gooey.

“I guess I can return the favor, now,” you say, slipping the obsidian into a pocket of your own. “Couples’ pocket-rocks: we’re gonna start a new trend.”

“heheheheheheh, trendsetters, that’s us.” Sans leans down to nuzzle the top of your head, gentle and sweet as always. “just be careful with it, yeah? s’a little sharp—you’re squishy.”

“I choose to take that as a compliment.”

“good, ‘cause it is one.” You get another gentle bump of teeth against your forehead and Sans pulls you to your feet. “c’mon, let’s go, i’ll tell ya’ all about your present on the way.”

Sans surprises you by actually walking all the way downstairs with you instead of just shortcutting you wherever it was you were going.

True to his word, he gives you a whole miniature lecture in the course of the trip about the care and keeping of your new obsidian—you learn that you can wash it with warm water and gentle soap, but not to use anything abrasive on it because that could damage the polished sheen.

You cut in when he starts to say it’s formed from molten rock to tell him that you know it’s volcanic glass, and just as you thought, he looks both surprised and proud of you for already knowing a rock thing.

He also says your observation was ‘ingenious’ but his inflection makes it sound an awful lot like the word ‘igneous,’ so you were right on both counts.

You sure know your big dork of a skeleton.

You notice the conspicuous lack of Papyrus and Buddy as you walk to your destination and figure Pap probably made the both of them scarce to give you and Sans a little privacy for your apparently very important milestone date and the consideration is appreciated.

So is the big, fluffy blanket that Sans slings around your shoulders as soon as you step out into the moderately chilly backyard.

Winter is on its slow way out still, but by now all the snow is melted and the air is what you’d describe as brisk instead of outright cold. With the blanket, it’s more than bearable, which is probably a good thing.

With the picnic basket and the telescope set up in the middle of the yard, you think you’re probably going to be out here awhile.

“Stargazing?” you ask, unable to disguise the excitement in your voice.

“heheheh, stargazing,” Sans agrees. He waggles the picnic basket enticingly. “plus snacks. Pap snuck a couple thermoses in there, could be soup, could be tea…”

“Could be cocoa.”

“endless possibilities.” The red of Sans’ eye-light looks pleasantly soft and warm beneath the cold, white moonlight and you find yourself instinctively leaning in. “happy six-monthiversary, babe.”

You kiss him. You don’t think there’s anything else you can do.

-

It takes…longer than you’re willing to admit to get to the actual date part of your date.

It’s hardly your fault that Sans’ nuzzling is addictive, or that his big hands stroking your back and shoulders through the blanket is something you never want to pull away from.

Eventually, though, you pick at the snacks while Sans fusses with the telescope a little, telling you how to use it while he picks a good spot in the mostly cloudless night to settle it on.

You’re surprised that Papyrus just had something like this lying around, and Sans surprises you even further by admitting it’s his—the same one he once told you he rented out Underground.

“could only look at a ceiling back then,” he says, distractedly. “view’s way better up here. c’mon, take a look.”

You get up and wander over to the telescope, hesitating a second because the last thing you want to do is damage one of Sans’ older possessions.

“don’t worry, i wiped the paint off the eye-piece,” Sans promises. “Pap made me, you’re safe.”

You laugh. “God, of course you pranked people with it, I should’ve known…”

Still, you trustingly look through the telescope, hoping Papyrus really did have your back on this one.

You forget all about it when you see the stars, closer and brighter than you’ve seen them in a long time—maybe ever.

“Wow…”

Sans comes up behind you, helping you adjust and move the telescope around here and there to different corners of the heavens. It really is a view that’s just…

“beautiful…”

You pull away, tilting your head back to find Sans observing the sky with just his own eye-sockets.

The dreamy awe on his skull makes you feel even cozier than your blanket and you gently nudge him in the ribs. “You want a turn on your own telescope, or…?”

Sans doesn’t even look at you as he says, “nah, m’good. this is plenty for now.”

You huff out a little laugh, leaning back against Sans and just looking up with him. “You really love the sky, huh?”

“understatement,” he murmurs. “it’s wild that ya’ just…have this, all the time.”

You can’t imagine what living your entire life in a cave must’ve been like. You don’t care to, it can’t have been good, even before it got a million times worse with the famine and everything attached to it.

“What’s your favorite kind of sky?” you ask him, curious.

“what, ever?” You make a noise of agreement and Sans pauses to consider it. “sunrise, probably. all the colors…an’ the sun, that was a hell of a thing, that first time…”

Sounds right. You’d seen some truly incredible sunrises in your time on this planet and even when you took them for granted, you still always thought they were pretty.

“even…even this, though,” Sans says. “even when it’s night an’ the sun is gone, ya’ still get this. the moon, an’ clouds, an’…an’ stars, damn…there’s so many, i never…i never thought…”

He trails off and you let him. You can guess the ways he may have finished it and you don’t need him to say any of them.

Instead, you say, “There’s a million constellations, too. You know any? I can pretty much just point out the dippers, and that’s on a good day. Well, night.”

“heheheheh…funny you ask, i, uh…” he sounds a little shy as he admits, “i used to wanna learn about that stuff…constellations, y’know. …never got around to it.”

“How come?”

“……”

You can’t look up anymore when Sans settles his chin atop your head, hugging you closer to him.

“…never had much hope,” he says eventually. “lot of us did, i guess. even after the…the human.” He chuckles a little and it sounds tired. “Pap always believed…that we’d get up here one day, see the stars for real. but i…i dunno, it was harder for me to…to think that way. it didn’t seem like a thing that’d ever happen.”

“It did though,” you’re quick to remind him. “You’re here. You’re out.”

You get a grateful little squeeze for that. “yeah, i know. just…wasn’t always that way. didn’t see much point learnin’ stuff i was never gonna get to use.”

You reach up, idly petting at one of the arms Sans had wrapped around your midsection. The worn, blue fabric of his hoodie is much softer than the sturdy bones beneath it, but you find you love them both in equal measure.

“i, uh…actually, for awhile there…” Sans speaks haltingly, carefully weighing each of his words, and you keep quiet and let him. “when we…started collecting souls again…and seeing the surface seemed like it was actually gonna happen…i…i kinda hoped i…wouldn’t see it?”

“…What do you mean, baby?”

Sans takes a breath from behind you, holding it before letting it out in a whoosh.

“i…i used to hope i’d dust before we ever got up here.”

A bolt of fearful grief strikes through you, robbing you of speech.

Sans keeps talking, though.

“thought it’d be hunger,” he says, too casually for the subject matter. “always…i always felt it the most in between humans…hoped i would……an’ then i wouldn’t have to…to do it again. or maybe karma’d get me, one of ‘em would…would see me comin’ an’ fight back, dust me then.”

This wasn’t…entirely new to you. Sans had talked about this once before, briefly, telling you in passing about feelings like these.

It had come on the heels of so much other shocking information and it had been painful to hear then, but it feels so much worse now to hear Sans talk about dying.

You think you hadn’t loved him then, not the way you do now, and stars above, you do love him now.

The very thought of Sans not being around wouldn’t feel so much like losing a limb if you didn’t.

You’re not sure if you make a sound or if he can just feel that you’re upset, but Sans nuzzles at you, making hushing noises of comfort.

“s’okay, baby, s’okay, i’m not…you don’t gotta worry about me, i never… made an attempt or anything, i don’t…i don’t got that in me. s’just how i felt sometimes, on the bad days. i wanted…to punish myself, i think. for doin’ the stuff i did.”

His arms uncurl from your body and his hands are held out just in front of you. By the moonlight, you see the pale bones of his metacarpals, scraped and rough, and you don’t hesitate a second to fill them with your own hands.

“You don’t…” You bite your lip. “Do you…still think that way…?”

You’re a little afraid of the answer, but you need to hear it.

Sans spins you around to face him, your arms briefly tangling in your urge to not let go of Sans, but when you get it all sorted out…

He’s smiling at you, warm and real.

“no,” he says. “i don’t. not really.”

Your relief is so strong that for a moment, you feel weightless.

“got my bad days. happens, but…not bein’ around doesn’t really appeal the way it used to, y’know? got more stuff i wanna stick around for.”

There aren’t words for how happy you are to hear that.

“i got Pap, the guys at grillby’s, all those fluffy idiots at the shelter…” He chuckles a little and adds, “the fluffy idiot back in the house.”

“Hey,” you manage to say sternly, “that’s no way to talk about our son.”

One of his hands leaves yours, coming up to cradle your cheek.

“i got you, too,” he says softly, looking down at you with lidded eye-sockets.

For a second, you’re sure your heart is about to beat out of your chest, but he breaks your gaze to look up again.

“an’ i got the sky. there’s a whole lot of stuff for me to hope about these days, and...” Sans smiles just a little bit wider. “hell, i think i’d even say i’m…happy.”

Stars, you’re happy, too.

Here, in the arms of the strongest, most wonderful man you know, you don’t think you could be any happier.

You really do love him.

You press your face into his hand, turning just enough to be able to kiss it.

“Hey,” you say against his palm, “let’s learn constellation stuff.”

Sans snorts, building into a not-entirely-dismissive laugh.

“what, for real?” he says, like he can’t quite believe you said it. “you don’t think it’s, uh…heheheh, a little late for me to be learnin’ new stuff?”

He raps his knuckles against his skull with a hollow ‘tok-tok,’ but you don’t let it deter you.

“That’s why I wanna do it together!” you explain. “We can help each other out, it could be fun. Couples’ astrology!”

You see him trying and failing to hold back another laugh. “astronomy,” he corrects you. “unless you’re askin’ me what my sign is. real roundabout way of doin’ this, you’re supposed to ask my sign an’ then date me, what if we’re not compatible?”

“Pffff, shut up, we’re compatible,” you insist. “You know the right kind of star-charts to google, and me…” You smirk at him, a crafty glint behind your eyes. “I make some killer flashcards.”

Sans stares at you for a few seconds, processing.

You go on high-alert when his eye-light starts doing that shivering thing again, but this time… This time, it doesn’t stabilize into its normal, perfectly round shape.

Your mouth drops open when you see it.

“Sans,” you breathe, your eyes going wide. “That’s adorable, I didn’t know you could do that!”

“………do what?”

“…Oh my god.” Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. “You don’t even know you’re doing it…?”

Sans frowns a little, starting to look concerned. “doing what?”

It’s so, so hard not to squeal, but… “Your eye is a heart, baby.”

The big, red heart-shape taking up Sans’ eye-socket is the cutest, sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. You love it, almost as much as you love Sanswhich, as you’re starting to realize, is a hell of a lot.

Sans is maybe not quite as thrilled about his eye-light’s new trick as you are.

As soon as he realizes what you’ve told him, he’s practically blushing his skull off, hurriedly covering his face and whirling away from you like you hadn’t seen what you’d just seen.

Unfortunately for his pride or his ego or whatever was bruised right now, you aren’t exactly prepared to let it go.

You chase after him, trying to tug his arm away. “Come ooooon,” you whine playfully, “that was cute, I wanna see it!”

“no, nuh-uh,” Sans grumbles, trying to be gruff to scare you off, but he can’t fool you after that affectionate display.

He’s a softie, through and through, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Saaaaaans…!”

“no! quit it! it’s not, don’t!”

There’s a bit of a scuffle that’s about as one-sided as you could imagine: you’re a wily little human and he’s a gentle giant of a skeleton who’d never lay a hand on you.

Even when your blanket falls off and you both hit the ground on top of it, Sans manages to roll so that he takes most of the impact and you end up…well, exactly where you want to be—on top of him, bracing yourself against his rib-cage while he lies on his back beneath the moon and the stars.

You take a moment to catch your breath, winded from the little play-fight and your laughter. It’s a little disappointing to see that his eye-light is back to its normal shape, but you try not to get too down about it.

If you got him to do it once, you could get him to do it again. You’d just have to try harder from now on.

Sans is…very handsome from this angle, in this lighting. You think he’s handsome pretty much all the time, but right now especially…

You wonder if now would be a good time to tell him that thing you just realized, with that four-letter word that so many people were scared to say.

You open your mouth, ready to tell him.

“I—”

“y’shouldn’t play rough like that, that’s grounds for a break-up.”

“…snrk!”

So like Sans to break the tension with a shitty joke.

It’s part of the many, many reasons you love him.

You laugh and he grins proudly, his embarrassment easily forgotten and you’re happy to help it along by leaning down for a kiss.

“Stop trying to distract me,” you say against his teeth. “Let’s talk about those flashcards. Four-by-six?”

“ya’ gotta be kiddin’, with the size of my hands?” They land on your hips, holding your much smaller self steady with ease. “five-by-eight is barely good enough. lined or unlined?”

“Lined,” you say forcefully. “Don’t you ever suggest unlined to me again, I’m offended.”

Sans laughs. “offended over note-cards, an’ you call me a nerd?”

You hit him with the flattest look you can manage.

“Sans, you gave me a lecture on the care and keeping and properties of obsidian on the fly. No prior notice. Yeah, you’re a nerd!”

“that’s in these days, though, right? nerds are hot?”

Yours sure was.

“Eh, you’ll do,” is what you say.

It seems to be the right thing because Sans happily pulls you down for another nuzzle that you enthusiastically return.

All things considered, it’s probably the best six-monthiversary date you’ve ever had.

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[ifightmywarswithfingerguns]

People say life teaches you the hardest lessons of all and you shoudl learn from those lessons. (insert qupte herer) However, I feel that it isn't life teaching you it is you, you tech yourself these things because they're your experiences and only you can decide how you feel and how you want to live your life. Yes, these are always outside influences. Up the unlimited decisions are always made.by you and you're the one who has to live with said decisions. No one else I the world knows what you want and no one else but you knows how you feel. So why shouldn't the person who is with yo the most by the one who lobes you the most? Life is full of old but I feel the most important love one should feel is the love for themselves. How much you love yourself depends on how you perceive yourself and who you think you are. If you base your self perception on the feelings of others you'll always be unsure of who you are because you are differ t and hold different meanings for different people. Your mother sees a different person than your best friend and you teacher may know more about you than the. Other combined but only you know who you all. Who you are is. On prized of all these things, it is the whole picture not just the pieces taken by different people.

A lot of this perception takes place in our own minds because how we see ourselves is reflected in all of our actions, someone who feels poorly about themselves may nto stand as straight or walk with a certain swager as soemone else who is confident in themselves. And in today's world with the ever constant attack on your girls in the media I find it more difficult to find girls who can honestly say they lvoe themselves and take pride in how intelligent, beautiful, and witty they are. If you ask a woman if they are aware of their beauty they shy away and find 50 things ":wrong" with themselves within twenty seconds because they have a list in their heads of their flaws. It is alwyas there when we're out buying clothes or watching a movie there is a pressure to look, act, and dress adn certian way to be considered attractive. Go to the store and pick up a tabloid and i gaurentee you'll see it plastered everywhere of "how to loose weiht, makeup tips to look better, and hwo to get/please a man." We are tarught that it is our goal to confomr to what the male gaze desrires fom us adn become that no matter how unrealistic. I vividly rememebr thinking if i read all the magazines and dress like them and looked like them aht boys owuld like me and i would be completley happy with every aspect of my life. Thankfully that never happened because I am a different person nwo and how I fel about myself is how every girl/woman shold feel about herself and that is loved. Every woman should love herself for all that shee is because all the media we see isn't real and none of it will ever make you happy with yourself. The media is made that way to make you spend money trying to look like these women who are photoshopped or diet and starve themelves in order to look the wway they do. It is a vicious cycle but it is on ethat can be broken. So that little girls don't grow up and skip meals because it'll make tem prettier. So they grow up to be women who own thier bodies prudly and aren't afraid to say "yes, i am beautiful.". I love body positivity and sein women lvoe thier bodesi no matter how much hair, fat, or stretch marks they have on them. I also love seing women complimenting each other instead of competing to be the prettiest in the room to gain male attention. There is so much propoganda tearing women down that it is empowring and heatwarming to see them wake up and shun the idea that they should be anythin other than what they are. That they should o to extremes to "fit in". Quit frankyl if you don't love yourself of rall that you are you will never be happy ith how you look there will alwyas be somethin ot be fixed. As soon as oyu stop lookin on the ouside for balidatio your life will imporve and your confidence wil improve because if you build youself up with the compliments from men thier criticisms will tear you down. So you become your own bricks abd rebuild yourself and your self image to one taht you like. So you take a look inside yourself and hwo you are to amke taht person better and make thsat person one who loves themelf. 

I am so adament about htis because I was trapped in the world of pandering to the male gze and constnaly fhanign my appreacne to get them to like me which  nveer worked or bsing my self confience on how others saw me and i was miserable. I was depressed, suicidial, and quite frankly i ahted myself and my body image. I still  struggle with my body image because it has been engraved into my brain dn way of thiking of hwo i hsould look adn i have to stop myself form thinmkin gthat way. I am admaent about his becaue i wasted years of my life and destroyed my body for a peive of mind i never got. I am a recovering annorexic and although it has been four years since i "quit" it has never left me. It is an ever looming shadow on my life because it is a constant thing when you have it. I was always counting calories and doing anything not to eat to avoid gaining weight. I exercised excessivly and i remember almost passing out at every workout session i would go to because i hadn't eaten htat day. I had a system of going three days without eating and on the third day maintaing a one-thousand calorie limit. It was toture but i was losing weiht and i gauged the weight by how easily you could see my bones. I pradiesd myself everytime i could see them a little bit more. I cursed myself whenever I did eat on the third day calling myself names like fat, worthless, and weak. Not only di di curse myself i punished myself for eating so much with mroe exercise or waiting an extra day to eat. I thin that was the biggest struglle of all, eating. Every bite felt like i was getting fatter and it was as trule ot force myself to eat a single bite. Every swallow felt like it was stuck in my throat and like i should go vomit ot keep it from getting ot my stomach. it was an awful feeling in multiple asy but mainly becase i love food i love eating and tastin things but i oculdn't llow myself the one htin i lvoed. An incidnet i had where i felt the weakest were When my mother made my favorite mamwhich which i love to death but i couldn't brin myself to eat it even though th esmell was intoxicating. So i went o bed with no dinner that night to get up in the morning and get ready for shcool. I wasso desperate for it i got a spoon adn just tastd it. It was loruious they savyory and salty i even chewed it a little bit but i could not le tmyself swallow it. So i we tot eh sink and spat it out and even went as far as to wsh ti task out my mouth because i couldn't even swallow that it woud be cheating. It was constant and thw rost part was i ot compliments on ym weiht loss. The compliments pushed me to continue even further because i knew it was working. I thrived off of the compliment sbecause it meant my heard work was paying off. Adn you don't get that kind ofprasie from reovery you get digusted looks like " you really let youserlf go". Or irls would be nasty in school like the usually are and i heard comment on haw faat i've gotten and horrible giggles from these gaggles of girls. Recovery is one of ht e toughtest things I ever had to go through and i had to go through it alone because no one knew about it. I coudn't let anyone know about my anorexica and peopel to this day don't know abut it because i kpeti tso well hidden. Although my eatin habits are back and i'm at a normal weigh tnow i still feel the thoughts creep up on me. i still ahe htoughts of "wow you're fat" and i have to tell myelf "yes, i have fat but i'm happy and fat is not a negative thing ot be. Fat is not a person or a noun it is an adjective to describe something and shoudn't define my entie person and how i fel abiout myself. i have fat and taht is kay and the more i accept that the happier i am with myself and the tiem i spent worryign about hwo i looked turned into learnign about why i felt that way and learnig more about myself and the wordl aroudn em. In the years since my recovery I have become mroe eduacted and acepting and aware of the world around me and I feel better for it. I feel mroe empathethic adn it gives me hope fora brihter future where i can be even better than the prson taht i am nw. I always want to learnadn grow ad I hope to ive that experince to someon eelse via my time in college and far after. I want ot encourage women to love themselves and every part of them becaue they desreve to. Because no one should have to go through what i went thorugh and because these girls are worth much mre than thier measurments. They are doctors htey are mothers they are terachers and daughters firefighers senators and presidnets. Women are amazing and capable creatures who deserve to feel some self love  and that is not soomething life will teach you. that is something you ahve to teaf. to love yousrelf deeply and with no bounds. The love the should feel for thiemselves should equal the ones they read about in reomance novels  unconditional.  It took some a long time to get where I am in loving self and who I am and I even falter sometimes when I overheard mean comments and I start to think badly of myself. I have to physically and mentally stop myself and dispute whatever it is that was said about me because I can't let myself jnternalize it. If I internalize it Nd take their opinion a truth I begin to be,I e it and become self deprecating. And now that I am in a better place i still see. Y peers whose still I the negative space that I was in and I even hear my mother and sister picking at their bodies and h Ow they wish they were different or skinnier. And I want to explain how it is a via thing to search for and to try to be. Skinny and healthy do no correlate nor does skinny and happy. It is a long process to love yourself. It is a daily regime of stopping negTive behaviors and correcting them. Small comments like oh I'm so fat or I couldnstandtk lose weight wear your self sped teem. It's about stopping yourself from those thoughts and placing them with I'm amazing and wonderful. Another thing is a denoting compliments 9/10 women will deny any compliments as if they aren't true but accepting them is accepting yourself and agreeing that ueah I am cute or adorable or whatever it is. I never wit any girls to go through the struggle that I went through especially. Yniece. These little things these Mir agrees ions add up over time and really affect how you see yourself and it starts at a young age. Children can be cruel especially she it comes to weight and Eve. Adults are cruel. I remember as a child it was a joke in the family how fat I was but it really stuck with me as I grew up that this I show people see me and bow people see me matters. And I've learned that it doesn't that it is how I see myself and how I h

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WTSILY #1 - Prince Taehyung au

Y/N grunted as she sliced through the head of the dummy with her sword, the head falling to the mat with a thud. She moved her right arm at lightning speed, executing sharp and precise movements; her blade slicing through the air swiftly.

It was 2 a.m. and the palace was quiet apart from the sound of knights’ iron footsteps echoing through the brick walls every now and then as they made their nightly rounds. The training room was empty as well, as it should be at this time, considering it was not the time for combat training but sleep.

But Y/N had been bothered all night, unable to close her eyes and find rest; feeling a bubbling frustration deep within her.  She thought perhaps it may have something to do with the ball earlier that evening…

The moment the thought surfaced, she shook her head and let out a growl before slicing through the dummy once more, removing its right arm.

Fighting and training had always made her feel better, which was the probably why she had found herself going to the armoury and training hall in the middle of the night; hoping to cheer herself up. Being one of the kingdom’s top trainers and the only child of the kingdom’s General, Y/N had been born to fight. She had learned how to wield a sword before she could learn to read. She rode horse back when she was only three and mastered the art of jiu-jitsu and archery at age ten. Combat was something she had been trained to do from when she was very young and it had always been something she was just…good at.

However recently, Y/N began to wonder what it would have been like to be trained as a proper lady instead of a fighter. What it would be like if she were to become like those girls in pretty dresses? Attending royal balls and dancing with…

Y/N’s shoulders slumped at the thought of familiar brown eyes, causing her to be off balance and losing her stance instantly. She stood there in the middle of the room, staring down at her hand gripping the sharp blade and wondered if it was ever too late to—

“When they said you slept with a sword at your side, I had thought they were only kidding. I can see now that they were not.”

Y/N jumped at the sound of a deep voice, turning around swiftly with her sword pointed towards the intruder. The first lesson her father ever taught her was to never let your guard down, and she couldn’t believe she had let herself be deaf to the steps of her current visitor.

However, Y/N’s gaze softened and she relaxed the moment she realized who had walked in.

“Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you.” Prince Taehyung stood tall by the entryway with his hands up in surrender, wearing only a white ruffled shirt and dark trousers. His handsome face was a mask of curiosity; dark hair slightly tousled, and feet laced in boots which made Y/N wonder where he had gone to at this time.

“Your highness!” Y/N immediately bowed and lowered her sword. “Forgive me, I did not—“

“What are you doing up so late, Y/N?”

Y/N snapped up at his words, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. It wasn’t the first time the prince had addressed her so casually. In fact, he had called her by her name every chance he got, but Y/N never got used to it. And she wasn’t sure why she lets him do it, considering they weren’t exactly “friends” or in the same tier of the hierarchy to be addressed as such. He was royalty and Y/N, although had an important role in the kingdom and lived within the premises of the royal villa, was but a mere commoner.

A chortle echoed through the room, snapping her from her thoughts, and Y/N realized that the melodious sound came from the prince himself.

“Is Y/N not your name?” He smiled, amused. “You look a little…shocked.”

“Oh. No, I just… I’m sorry, your grace—“

“Taehyung,” he sighed. “I told you, you can just call me Taehyung. If you won’t call me that outside, then perhaps you can oblige my request to address me informally when it’s just…us.”

Y/N felt herself a little breathless at his words, unsure why the mere sound of “just as” made her feel a little woozy.

“As you wish, your—“ she paused when the prince gave her a sharp look. “Taehyung.”

The prince—Taehyung smiled then, that adorable grin (although Y/N wouldn’t admit it out loud) that literally lit up the whole kingdom. Saying his name without the honorifics was still quite foreign to Y/N’s tongue and yet it also felt familiar…and she felt an undeniable longing to say it once more.

Taehyung, she thought. Taehyung.

“So… what are you doing up?” He asked, taking a step further into the room.

“Oh… I… well… I just couldn’t sleep.” She said and Y/N wanted to reprimand herself for stuttering so much. Taehyung must think she was an illiterate.

If he did, he didn’t show it and merely shrugged. “Same. I actually left to go out riding.”

“At this hour, sire?” Y/N exclaimed. “But…Tae! You can’t just waltz out of the palace without guards! You could’ve been mobbed out there; kidnapped or—are you… laughing?” Y/N looked at the prince incredulously, seeing a bright smile on his face. His eyes sparkled against the moonlight that shone through the large windows across the room and Y/N averted her gaze, the sight a little too much for her. “This is no laughing matter, Tae—“

“You called me Tae,” he interrupted, grinning. Y/N stopped, realizing that she had accidentally called him that and immediately blushed.  

“I’m sorry, I—“

“No…no…” Taehyung waved his hand. “I uh,” he cleared his throat, looking away. “Liked it.”

Y/N was speechless at his words and she wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her but there was a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

They were silent for a while; just standing there, unsure how to continue the conversation.  When the awkward silence got a little too much, Y/N turned from him and cleared her throat. “Aren’t you tired though? That was some ball this evening…”

Earlier this evening, a grand ball had ensued in celebration of crown Prince Namjoon’s, Taehyung’s older brother, engagement to the princess of the Far-eastern seas. It was a fitting arrangement as the future king had already been acquainted with the princess from back when they were very young and the two of them had grown fond of one another through the years.

Rumors say they might even be in love. Y/N hoped they were, for her mother always told her marriage was a bond between two people who loved each other more than they love themselves. It was the union of two people—an eternal promise. Y/N couldn’t comprehend how anyone could just arrange marriages or how anyone could marry someone and not be in love with them.

At the thought, she hoped Taehyung gets to marry for love. It was least likely with him being a prince, but perhaps not being heir to the throne may give him little more freedom to choose.

Taehyung rubbed at his nape, “Yeah, it was. I’m happy for my brother… Princess Mari seems wonderful. I do not know her that well but Joonie hyung often spoke of her. He likes her very much and is very glad with the arrangement.”

Y/N smiled at that, nodding as she placed the sword back into its casing. “That’s great to hear.”

“I didn’t see you there, though. I’m fairly sure the whole kingdom was invited.”

Y/N paused at his statement, unsure if she should laugh that he had to ask, or feel surprised—grateful—that he had noticed her absence.

“Oh well, you know. Balls…parties…” she chuckled breathlessly. “They’re not really my place…”

“What do you mean?”

This time, Y/N frowned, remembering why she had been upset in the first place…

For in an alternate world where titles and bloodlines didn’t matter, Y/N would have openly admitted her feelings for the young prince standing beside her. Admit to how seeing his smile made her day just a little better after a hard day of training; admit to how his mere presence, standing tall beside his older brother by the throne, takes her breath away… and admit to how his very being inspired her to become the loyal subject that she is to their little kingdom. And that she would gladly lay her life on the line if it meant protecting their beautiful prince.

The prince who cared deeply for his people; the prince who happily dined and laughed with serfs in the server’s kitchen…

The prince who had stolen her heart from the very first day they had met; way back when they were only eight when she had taught him how to ride horseback.

Y/N looked at him, eyes casting downwards to his boots, seeing them stained with mud. She wondered if he even recalled that she was the one who had taught him how to ride.

“Balls are not a place for girls like me,” she murmured, turning from him to fix the weaponry on the table. She remembered the way Taehyung danced with those girls at the balls, how each of them looked fitting in his arms. They were the most gorgeous women she had ever seen in her life and it was like a cold, hard slap in the face being faced with the reality that a man like Taehyung, a man of royalty, could never be with someone like her. A handsome prince had always been meant to be with a beautiful princess…

And Y/N was no princess. An honourable knight perhaps, but that simply wasn’t enough.  Y/N couldn’t bear to see it and fled the ball before she could even begin to enjoy the festivities.

“Girls like what exactly?” Taehyung’s voice sounded closer but Y/N ignored it; busying herself with wiping the array of knives on the table.

“Beautiful girls,” she answered simply, thinking that was the best description for them. A pregnant silence hung over the room and Y/N sighed, thinking how even Taehyung agreed with her.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

It was barely a whisper but in this empty hall where every sound seemed to be suspended into the air, words echoing and bouncing through the walls, Taehyung might as well have shouted in her ear.

Y/N turned and was surprised to find him so close, only a couple of steps away from her. Taehyung’s expression was serious, gaze intent on hers. She wanted turn from him but he had her locked in place, unable to look away.

Before she could speak, Taehyung was already stepping back and she wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Thanks you for your company, Y/N. I quite enjoyed it.” He said and bowed towards her. Y/N wanted to tell him that she barely did anything but before she could, Taehyung stopped by the hall’s entrance and looked back at her.

“Oh. And I hope you’ll attend the next ball. Save me a dance, yes?” Y/N was rendered speechless and Taehyung smirked, adding. “Or do I have to give a personal invitation?”

Y/N wanted to say no, he didn’t have to; but Taehyung was already walking towards her once more and before she could stop him, he had knelt down in front of her.

“Your highness!” She exclaimed as she watched him get down on one knee. But her protests died on her lips the moment he looked up at her with those beautiful eyes, rendering her immobile.

“Miss Y/FN. Would you do me the honor of attending the winter ball and…accompanying me through the evening?”

Y/N’s mouth hung open, the answer stuck on her throat. Taehyung, however looked absolutely serious.

Accompanying him meant being on his arm and…The mere thought made Y/N dizzy. Taehyung seemed adamant at getting her to speak up and so he reached out and held her hand.

“Please?”

Y/N tried to ignore how warm his large hand felt around hers. Right then she knew, if she had one wish, she would have wished that he never let go.

“I—“

The door to the training room suddenly opened revealing Jimin, one of the palace guards and one Y/N considered a friend among the royal guards. The moment he saw the situation in front of him, his eyes widened and he bowed immediately.

“Your highness! I did not know you were here. My sincerest apologies… I did not intend to intrude on this intimate moment.”

Intimate?! Y/N thought incredulously then realized the current position they were in: with Taehyung down on one knee and holding her hand like he was professing his love to her. She tugged on her hand to remove it from his hold, but Taehyung only tightened his grip, looking at her sharply (like he was saying, not so fast).

“No it’s quite alright, Jimin. Actually… come in, I need your help.”

“How can I be of service, your grace?”

“Y/N here is about to give me an answer,” Taehyung told nonchalantly. “And I need a witness.”

Jimin scrunched his eyebrows at the weird request then looked at Y/N for some enlightenment. She gave him a helpless look.

“Your highness—“ she started.

“Taehyung,” the prince corrected immediately and Y/N huffed, his hold on her unyielding.

“T—Taehyung, I…I am honoured by your invitation but…” Y/N paused when she saw the way his face fell; like a kicked puppy. He looked up at her, frowning, eyes shining with disappointment that was hard to ignore and Y/N suddenly couldn’t find the courage to decline.

“O—okay,” she blurted and Taehyung’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“You’ll also dance with me, right?”

Y/N glanced over at Jimin who simply looked amused by the whole thing. She was about to say no when Taehyung added, “The winter ball is also my birthday, just putting it out there…”

Y/N blinked at him, wanting to say that she knew it was. She just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that the prince—also the love of her life—was asking her to dance at a ball…

“Please Y/N?” he pouted, staring at her intently and Y/N just had about enough; feeling like her heart would combust any moment if he kept looking at her like that.

“Alright! Okay, I’ll dance with you. Can you just…stop looking at me like that?” Y/N huffed, earning a chuckle from the prince. She expected him to let go now, but he didn’t. Instead, Taehyung brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Y/N hoped she didn’t look as red as she felt then.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.” He stood up and bowed to her once more. “Have a good night.”

Taehyung left swiftly right after, leaving Y/N with a racing heart and flushed cheeks. She wasn’t sure if what happened really happened or something she had conjured on her mind. She pinched her arm and winced. She was definitely not dreaming.

“Well, that was interesting.”

Y/N jumped, forgetting that she wasn’t alone. “What?”

Jimin chuckled, “I didn’t know you and the prince were…close.”

“We’re not.”

“Didn’t seem like it,” he teased. “Prince Taehyung wouldn’t just personally invite anyone to his birthday ball. Let alone ask to accompany him…”

“What are you saying, then?” Y/N prodded, her heart drumming against her ribcage.

“I think you already know exactly what I’m saying.” Jimin winked before turning on his heel, leaving Y/N with hope flaring like an open fire in her chest.

 END

I think this will be a cute au to continue someday... keke~ <3 What do you guys think? 

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This phase will show us right direction for a better future: Nitish Bharadwaj - lucknow

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This phase will show us right direction for a better future: Nitish Bharadwaj - lucknow

What’s keeping us busy in times of lockdown are numerous inspirational videos doing round on social media. One such clip is of Nitish Bharadwaj, who is best remembered as Lord Krishna of the epic Mahabharata.

In the clip, Bharadwaj plays Lord Vishnu and talks about how testing these times are and how they could be designed by god for a better tomorrow. HT City talk to the actor to get the context, and how is life in the times of Corona.

How are you spending time in the lockdown period?

Yoga, meditation (introspection), reading literature, listening to good music by masters, polishing my cinema skills with online masterclasses and cooking.

What are the thoughts that are occupying your mind?

This lockdown period is a momentary pause, like a momentary recoil of a gun before it fires the bullet. This is an opportunity to go deep within, both as an individual and as a society/nation, and introspect as to which walks of life, we are going wrong in. And, I am not saying ‘going wrong’ only from Covid-19 point of view, but overall. We must also accept our faults, if they spring from this ‘manthan (introspection), and correct them after this period, so that we (while we are live) and our children have a better, safer, healthier and peaceful environment to live in.

One of the ancient scriptures, ‘Shikshavalli’, refers to this as ‘Swaadhyaay’ or introspection. This ‘churning’ will show us the right direction for a better future.

A very thoughtful and relevant video from a mythological TV show is doing round on social media. Your take.

The particular video is from ‘Vishnu Puran’. I remember how Ravi Chopra and I had marathon sessions with the writer Ram Govind about using Lord Vishnu as the narrator, who is above board and comments on everything that we do as humans on earth. Both of us wanted to make the serial relevant for all times. That’s why the dialogues were written like that. I am doing the same thing with my Hindi play ‘Chakravyuh’, which is moving to its 100th show soon.

When u look back to your days of doing mythological shows and see them in today’s context how do you relate?

Man has not learnt his/her lessons. We are going more and more towards materialism at the cost of ignoring spirituality. We are forgetting the cosmic laws and that the only superpower is Nature. Even a small ‘karvat’ (small turn) by nature can destroy us. There was a time when Dinosaurs went extinct; if man doesn’t learn to respect nature, we don’t have a long enough existence. Catastrophes like COVID-19 should be seen as alarm for the mankind to correct its mistakes of the past and to build a better tomorrow.

From you understanding of ‘Gita’ and other scriptures what inferences you draw in today’s context?

I would answer this question with Covid-19 perspective. I would quote the very last shloka of the ‘Gita’ “Yatra Yogeshvar: Krishno ….” And say that there are a lot of honest, committed and knowledgeable environmentalists in the world who are warning us to correct ourselves. They are our guides, just like Krishna. All we need to do is to submit to their guidance like Arjun and act positively for a better future. If we do so, man’s existence will be ‘shashvat’ (permanent) and in ‘neeti sangat’ morality. We need to stop ravaging Mother Earth and respect her.

After ‘Kedarnath’, what’s happening on acting and theatre front?

As an actor I have some scripts for films and web series. Will utilise the lockdown period to read and choose something worthwhile. As a director after the success of my award-winning debut directorial Marathi film with Tanuja ji, titled ‘Pitruroon’, I have locked a screenplay for my Hindi debut. I am in talks with two producers, which will resume soon. I hope to release the said film next year.

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I’m sorry but when A and B look at each other like this

how can I not ship them immediately? It was love at first sight for me with Tianshan, and I was so happy the story would gain two new characters to explore and discover. So far, we had gotten a fairly one-sided picture of He Tian and knew even less about Mo Guan Shan.

The origin of Tianshan is quite interesting. MGS seemed to despise people like HT. More than once he called HT fake, sinister, and dangerous. There was obviously something deeper going on than simply disliking someone. But what’s even more interesting was that HT, according to himself, chose to follow and stick to MGS for that exact reason.

I spoke about this at length in my analysis of ch 297, but to summarize, I think it’d suffice to say they came from different sides of the same world and had both suffered by the hands of the same villains. And HT was on a mission to cross over to MGS’s side and used him as a beacon of sorts. He had been raised to be the bad guy but he wanted to use his strength for entirely different things. Much to MGS’s annoyance, HT took it upon himself to get involved and help MGS in ways that wouldn’t make him own anything back. That way he could convince himself he wasn’t like his brother and father.

It also seems like HT wanted to tie MGS to himself in order to protect him and make sure MGS wouldn’t become like him by giving him a chance to become “an outstanding person”. MGS had the qualities HT admired but it wasn’t like he was perfect. HT wanted to help - or rather, ensure - MGS would become the kind of person HT respected, and as things were going for MGS, that goal was in danger.

There’s no more certain way to turn people into the enemy of society than by making them bitter and like they don’t belong. I’m not saying MGS would join HT’s side of the world but he might distance himself from others even more and live a lonely life. If HT could ease the burden of MGS’s troubles and steer him away from becoming a completely misunderstood outcast, then maybe he could use his power to do something good. MGS had learned not to rely on anyone but HT would fight for him and not let MGS ruin his future just because he thought he had no one in his corner. 

All of that is partly why people asking “are they in love yet?” kind of bothers me. It’s clear to us HT and MGS will be romantically involved eventually, but for now, it’s about something else and it’s too early to throw words like “love” around. If you compare their relationship to Zhanyi, the difference in how far along in the whole “love” aspect they are becomes quite obvious.

Besides the complex origin of Tianshan, I love the delicate power balance of their relationship. Antis often call Tianshan Toxic™ because of HT’s possessive and overbearing nature. And they have some valid points. It’s true HT can be forceful in a bad way, and I don’t think Tianshan shippers should pretend to ignore that.

However, I wouldn’t call Tianshan toxic or even unhealthy. The power dynamic of their relationship is actually more balanced than one might think at first glance. HT might be physically stronger, but MGS is in no way weak. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him back down from keeping his ground, so it’s not like HT’s going to break him. And it’s that stubbornness of refusing to be pushed around that HT admires in MGS, probably even finds cute. HT needs someone who can push back when HT shoves.

And we should keep in mind what kind of character MGS is. Over the years and hardships, he’s built tall and strong emotional walls around himself. He needs someone persistent, pushy and patient enough to rise for that challenge. At the same time, HT is treading quite a fine line and needs to apply a soft touch. I mean, we all remember when HT pushed it too far too fast, and his mischevious mood kind of shifted.

Not only was that kiss unconsented it also clearly meant something entirely different to MGS than it had to HT. HT had meant to just tease him but ended up accidentally poking at something that was very personal for MGS. When it comes to crushes and romance, MGS is very innocent and inexperienced. They haven’t really been a part of his life and worries for obvious reasons. But that kiss - even though it hadn’t been meant as a romantic one - took him by surprise, confused and embarrassed him in a bad way and probably made him feel like HT was making fun of him. It sneakily breached his walls where they were at their weakest.

HT might have been hurt by MGS’s (over)reaction, but I also think he learned a valuable lesson that he can’t carelessly bulldoze through MGS’s resistance. That’s not the way to earn his trust and ultimately convince him HT’s not a bad guy despite his background. He needs to ease into things like physical closeness and know that MGS takes those kinds of things seriously. I think “toxic” would be the kind of relationship in which HT chose to ignore that.

I also don’t agree with the opinion that Tianshan is one-sided. Without even realizing it, MGS actually provides quite a lot for HT. He’s one of the few stable things in HT’s life and grounds him in the world to which he wants to belong.

As they had gotten to know each other more, MGS had come to see HT’s weak moments more and more. And he’s become one of the very few people HT has in his life to whom he can show that kind of vulnerability and can seek comfort and refuge of sorts.

Not only that, but HT seems to be comfortable enough with MGS to even act needy when he needs to lower his guard for a while. Interestingly enough, that also has to do with trust. At his core, MGS is very loyal and good at taking care of others. He’s not to type who would turn HT away at his moment of need even if he’s seemingly reluctant like the tsundere that he is.

Also, MGS won’t run away from HT’s dark moments (yet another way he’s also strong). Even though they’re from different sides, MGS has also been through trauma at a very young age and doesn’t scare off at moments like these.

And it’s not only about physical comfort and closeness. They’ve come as far as HT admitting his shortcomings to MGS and what he doesn’t like about himself. Those things ultimately contain his hopes and dreams, too, about the kind of person HT wishes to become.

30 day 19 Days challenge

#30 day 19 days challenge #19 days #tianshan #he tian #mo guan shan #gonna try this one more time #maybe it's because i posted it as a photo post #i give up after this

[mi1kteaa]

Skype Lessons // The8 Fluff

Pairing: The8/Minghao x Reader

Genre: Extreme Fluff

Warnings: I used romanization because I don’t speak Chinese (is that a warning?), Cheesiness overload

Word Count: 773

Summary: “You’re so whipped” “You’re in love with a foreigner” You and Minghao thought secretly learning each other’s mother language would be fun. That was until it was no longer a secret

A/N: Lmao I had so much fun writing this (does it help that The8 is my ultimate bias?) Anything that is italicized is in English by the way. And again, I don’t speak Chinese so therefore I used a translation/romanization. Enjoy!

“qù nǐ mā de” You say over the screen with little pauses and strains. He laughs into the laptop, of course ending with you pouting at him to stop.

“I’m sorry, but did you know what you just said?” Minghao teases, still laughing.

“I think, sort of fuck off?” You say uncertain as you watch the glitching figure in front of you rock back and forth in his chair. You start to crack a smile but decide not to give in, “It’s not that funny you know?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ll stop” He does for a second before seeing your pout and continues to laugh out of your cute facial expression.

“Come on at least I’m trying over here, unlike a certain someone who keeps telling me to go first.”

“I’m not the one who’s jumping right into profanity” Minghao once again teases. You roll your eyes, but still plaster a wide smile on your face. It’s not like this is a surprise, you should’ve been used to the playful banter that always seemed to draw the both of you off task.

You had met Minghao well over a year ago when you moved to Korea from Y/HT to Seoul. Of course you knew Korean and English, that was the language you communicated in with him. Though there was never a lack of communication, you thought it would be fun for you to learn Chinese to be able to communicate with him in other ways, or languages at least. That’s when you both decided to learn the mother tongue. 

Over the past few months, you both made steady process. Each lesson ending with you falling asleep on the other, or one of you had completely driven the other off task and forgotten about the lesson.

These were kept on the down low. In fact, you were kept on the down low. Not for reasons of press or shame. More so the fact that he knew that his band mates would tease him relentlessly. Unfortunately, that didn’t last. (Not like it would)

In between a break, you two were interrupted by the rest of Seventeen walking in. There was a quick greeting between all of them before they notice you on screen, more importantly the English textbooks surrounding him with google translate at hand.

“What do we have here?” Hoshi says in a sing song tone, already preparing the jokes in his head. Minghao’s cheeks go red quickly trying to greet you goodbye not wanting you to see him embarrassed by all 12 boys. As luck would have it, Seungcheol stopped him before he could.

Seungcheol looks over to your side of the screen, where you are surrounded by Chinese textbooks.

“Awe, you’re so whipped!” Seungcheol {practically} yells as he ruffles Minghao’s locks.

Joshua takes his intuition into action, as he sweetly interrupts the teasing turning to the screen asking you in English flashing his pearly whites, “Hi there I’m Joshua, would you like to introduce yourself?”.

I’m uh, Y/N L/N. I’m from Y/HT and I’m Minghao’s fr - girlfriend,” you say looking down already imagining the big smiles on all members faces.

All their attention diverts to Minghao, besides Joshua who’s attention is still on you.

“And are you learning Chinese, while he’s learning English, Y/N?”

“Yes”

Knock. Knock.

You press the screen to mute as you speak with your roommate, while all on the other end are snickering nudging Minghao, while Minghao is sinking into his seat but still looking at you. 

You interrupt the silence with, “I’m sorry to leave so quickly, but I’ve got to leave. It’d be nice to meet you all in person. Bye Minghao”. You blow a kiss to Minghao before ending.

Everyone once again, has their eyes on Minghao, who was avoiding all eyes on him looking down in his textbook.

“Bye Minghao” Hoshi imitates you, blowing a kiss in Minghao’s direction. Everyone starts laughing before Jun is the one to speak up.

“So, in love with a foreigner huh?”

Minghao groans bobbing his head up, because though it was true, he knew he’d never hear the end of it. “Please stop guys I get it, I’ll never hear the end of it”

“You’re learning English for her while she’s learning Chinese for you. There is no end of it” Mingyu chimes in chuckling shaking him a little bit on the shoulders. 

They all have their little teases before taking a leave, Seungcheol teasing once more, “Can’t wait to meet her!” laughs and snickers following.

After they all leave, Minghao can’t help but smile and lean back.

“oh fuck off”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen the8 #seventeen minghao #seventeen fluff #the8 #xu minghao #minghao #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #scenarios #imagine