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skinny all might looks like a french fry

so french fry all might bnha au

and he meets inko at the store when she's grocery shopping

and he cant but smile at baby izuku as he passes by

and izuku's face lights up like ot does when he sees all might

"french fry!" the toddler exclaims and reaches towards him

inko now has to apologize and ask the poor man to please forgive her son

she lightly explains to izuku that its not nice to call people names

but toshinori jist laughs and tells her its fine and that he thinks its cute even

inko is very relieved that he isn't offended and jokes about buying him some fries as an apology

toshinori finds this very humorous and asks what she'd say if he took her up on that offer

she says she wouldnt mind at all and at this point they're lowkey flirting

so time skip and theyre at the midpriya household with some frozen fries cooking in the oven

she learns that toshinori actually works for all might

she tells him how much of a fan izuku is and how much hope the number one hero has brought her son

toshinori is touched as he always is and goodness he wants to stay in both of their lives

so they eat fries and izuku tells toshinori all about all might and how hes going to be a hero just like him one day with his best friend kacchan

toshinori patiently listens with a smile as the little boy rambles on

eventually they run out of fries and izuku is growing tired

toshinori apologizes for possibly overstaying his welcome

inko assures him he's done no sure thing and they exchange numbers

they should hang out again sometime, they agree

#bnha #fic planning #french fry au #baby izuku #idk how romance works #romance #toshinko #all might #inko midoriya #yagi toshinori #fluff #philiswriting #bnha ideas #if someone wants to use this to make it better go ahead

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Character: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki (mentioned), Kirishima Eijirou (mentioned), Kaminari Denki (mentioned), Ashido Mina (mentioned), Sero Hanta (mentioned), Jirou Kyouka (mentioned), Yaoyorozu Momo (mentioned), Todoroki Enji (mentioned), Todoroki Rei (mentioned)

Tag: 

Prompt: "I want to kiss you. Is that okay?"

Word Count: 520

Rated: T (because everything here is rated T)

Notes: I've been wanting to write something for BNHA for a while now, and I have an idea. (Also RIP to me, I had to go back and add all the characters I mentioned.)

Also, for those whom it may concern, Shouto's parents are only mentioned in a passing thought as "father" and "mother". It doesn't really mention his home situation. But if you're still worried, proceed with caution around the area where all the other characters' relationships are mentioned.

* * *

"I want to kiss you. Is that okay?"

Shouto stares at Izuku for a moment. He blinks once and then twice and then a third time. He's not sure he heard that right, but he's also not sure what else his boyfriend could have said.

Izuku wants to kiss him. Shouto doesn't understand why he's asking though. He's seen how the other couples in his class interact. Bakugou and Kirishima hold hands all the time without prompting. And Kaminari hugs Ashido and Sero whenever he can. And Yaoyorozu and Jirou kiss all the time even! He's not heard any of them ask the other.

Even when he was younger, his father would never ask his mother before stealing a kiss from her. He wouldn't ask for anything. If anything, the man would demand for anything he wanted.

Needless to say, asking for something that doesn't require such a thing is beyond him.

"Why are you asking?" Shouto finally responds.

"Oh! Uh… well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything," Izuku explains, which only further confuses him. "Some people aren't comfortable with certain types of affection, especially in public. For example, Kacchan and Kirishima never kiss in public, but Kirishima is always saying Kacchan gives nice kisses. So it's safe to assume they've spoken about it, and one or both of them aren't comfortable with that."

Shouto nods slowly. He hadn't noticed that, but thinking about it, he supposes it makes sense. He says, "Excuse the explicit language, but Bakugou and Kirishima hold hands often. How is that any different?"

Izuku's face falters slightly at something. Perhaps that image had been too graphic for him. He'd thought he learned the hierarchy of affection, but maybe holding hands is a step higher than kissing? He hadn't realized, but before he can apologize--

"They probably talked about it and decided that holding hands is okay, just like they probably talked about kissing," Izuku explains with a smile. "It's important to talk with your friends and partners about boundaries and stuff like that."

"I didn't know that," Shouto admits.

"So it's okay if you don't want to do something like that in public," Izuku says. "Or if you don't want to at all. But may I?"

If Shouto hadn't learned this new lesson from Izuku, he probably would have answered without a thought. He doesn't want Izuku to hate him by denying what he clearly said he wanted. (Shouto doesn't really get the whole kissing thing. He thinks he may have missed that memo that everyone else got.)

"I don't think I want that," Shouto says. "I'm sorry. I still don't fully understand how all of this works, and I would hate for you to make me uncomfortable due to my ignorance."

"That's okay," Izuku says with a nod. "I'll remember that, and if you ever change your mind, please tell me. For me, I'd prefer if we were alone if we were to kiss. What about hugs?"

"I don't like the feeling of being held down like that," Shouto says.

"Okay. Holding hands?"

"That's fine."

He's glad he learned about this.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #tododeku #fluff

[spunkymaverick]

Look. Yes. I wrote a Spinner x Reader.

It's in the first person, but when referring to the Reader, others will use they/them.

It only has one chapter right now, but I already planned out the entirety of chapter 2 and have an idea for chapter 3.

If a really self-indulgent reader insert fanfic is what it takes for me to get posting again, I'll take it! And I hope any followers (or even if not a follower!) who are writers are able to find something that gets them writing.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #spinner x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #spinner #iguchi shuichi

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel

Tag: @deviant-valeska

Prompt: "Don't you love me?"

Word Count: 488

Rated: T (because of dark themes)

Notes: My friend requested some Sabriel. So I delivered a short little one-shot. Enjoy your angst.

* * *

"Don't you love me?" comes the small, broken voice of one Sam Winchester. It breaks his heart.

Gabriel doesn't look back at him though, knowing what he will see. He knows he will second-guess himself again. He knows he will change his mind about what he is doing again. He knows it, so he doesn't dare look back.

"Hell no," Gabriel responds.

"Look at me!" Sam yells at Gabriel. "Look at me, and tell me you don't still love me!"

Gabriel hunches over and clenches his fists, "I don't have to do anything for you."

"It's not that you don't want to. It's that you can't do it," Sam scoffs, "because you know it would be a lie. You know you can't lie to my face. But you don't have to deceive yourself. We both know I'm the only one who will ever have the love you crave."

Despite his thoughts telling him no. Despite his brain telling him he shouldn't. Despite himself. Despite everything, he turns around to look at Sam.

He sees those tears (fake fake fake crocodile tears) that make those green eyes shine. And Gabriel bares his teeth and digs his fingernails into his palms and furrows his eyebrows. It's not fair.

It's not fair that Sam Winchester can make him feel this way. He wants out. And Sam won't let him. He doesn't want it, but the tear-filled eyes and the smallest desperate smile on his face. It's hard to say no to.

"You didn't really mean that, did you?" Sam asks. But they both know what answer he's going to get. They both now what Gabriel will say. Because he says it every time.

Because every single time Gabriel has tried to get away, has struggled, has ran. Every single time Gabriel comes back telling Sam the same thing.

"No, of course I didn't," Gabriel answers. And his resolve shatters into a million pieces.

Sam opens his arms out for Gabriel. Gabriel doesn't want to go to him. Gabriel does want to go to Sam. But he does anyways. He walks over to Sam and buries his face in Sam's chest and wraps his arms around him. He grabs the back of Sam's shirt in hopes that it will keep him sane.

He's not sane. He can't be. Not the way he goes back and forth with Sam. But maybe he needs to stop leaving.

Maybe he needs to stop running.

Maybe he's fine here with Sam.

"I knew you would come back to me," Sam whispers to him. "Do you know why?"

Gabriel doesn't answer, just buries his face deeper into his chest and holds on tighter.

"Because you're so pathetically infatuated with me," Sam answers for him. "You know I'm the only one who will ever love you. We both know it. You just have to look at the facts, Gabriel."

He hates that he loves Sam Winchester.

#philiswriting #supernatural #sabriel #sam winchester #gabriel #supernatural gabriel #gabriel supernatural #angst #oneshot #supernatural fanfiction #fanfiction #sabriel fanfiction #abuse #abuse tw

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester

Tag: @deviant-valeska

Prompt: Sam Winchester is trans guy, and Dad doesn't exactly approve.

Word Count: 498

Rated: T (because of cursing and stuff)

Notes: Me? Venting? Maybe just a little bit.

* * *

"Dean?"

"What's up?"

"I'm a boy."

"What do you mean you're a boy?"

"I mean I'm a boy. I feel like a boy in my head, but my body is a girl. And sometimes, I really hate myself because of that."

"Are you sure? I mean, this is a big thing to say. You know you don't have to be a boy to be a badass, right?"

"No, I'm sure I'm boy. That has nothing to with it. I've been sure for a year. A year and five months now actually."

"Well, okay. But what do I call you then?"

"I like the name Sam."

"Alright. Sammy, it is."

"Thanks, Dean. But you can't tell Dad, okay?"

"Whatever. Come on, Sammy. You don't want Dad to get pissed at you for missing class again."

* * *

Dean watches from the chair quietly as Dad had told him to. Dad has found out about Sam somehow. He's not sure how. Dean hadn't said anything to him. Dean may be loyal to a fault to Dad, but his main goal is to protect Sam.

But now those two are arguing about Sam's status as a boy. Or that Dad thinks Sam should "cut it out and stop being a special snowflake". And a bunch of other things.

The arguing between Sam and Dad isn't unusual. They're always butting heads. They're never on the same page, and Sam always seems to push the wrong buttons that just piss Dad off.

This time is different though. This time, Sam hadn't thrown himself recklessly into danger or disobeyed a simple order Dad had given. No. Dad had just found out that Sam is a boy and didn't like it.

Dean doesn't like how one-sided the arguing is. He doesn't like the tears that are welling up in Sam's eyes. He doesn't like how Dad is bringing up things that have never mattered to him before.

"Dad, stop it!" Dean finally yells, not able to take it any longer. "Just stop it!"

"Dean, sit down!" Dad yells. "Unless you're going to tell me you're also some god damn homosexual."

"No," Dean growls, "I'm not. But I'm also not going to sit around and let you treat my brother like he's some monster that we're about to hunt! He's still the same guy he was yesterday! You just found out he's a boy now! So what!"

"Go to your room," Dad hisses. "Both of you."

* * *

Sam had ran off to college at soon as possible. The sending off hadn't exactly been the best. Neither he nor Dad were pleased to have Sam leave.

He can't believe Sam would leave him alone. Maybe Sam has been planning this the whole time. To distance himself and then run off.

As angry as he wants to be, he's more worried about how Sam is.

He's not exactly the religious type. Never has been. But if there's a god out there. He prays that Sam will be alright out there.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #sam #sam winchester #trans sam winchester #dean #dean winchester #john winchester #transphobia #transphobia tw #homophobia #homophobia tw #protective dean

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Characters: Horror, Dream, Nightmare

Tags: @therandomskelekey, @horrorxdream

Prompt: Paralyzed By Fear

Word Count: 526

Rated: T (because of implied death)

Notes: Please. If Dream doesn't use weird names for things, what's the point in life?

* * *

If he had to choose, he wonders which it would be?

Horror grinned widely at Dream, holding out a hotdog for his boyfriend to take. Dream furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes and inquired as to what the contents of the ‘oblong meat product’ were. Horror laughed and shrugged as he assured him it's not a head dog. Dream took a bite. He jokingly added on a probably to which Dream choked. Horror apologized and made up for it with snuggles for the rest of their time together.

He wonders if he would be strong enough to make the decision he wants to make.

Horror and Dream sat in an open field simply talking. Dream was weaving something out of the flowers. Horror silently enjoyed the sunlight. Back at home, he would never be able to be in a place like this. Nightmare chose him amongst others to be one of his minions. He was forever grateful to him for sparing him. However…

Dream offered him the Crown of Flowers. Horror accepted it and gently placed it atop his head. He listened as Dream explained that the flowers are Gardenia and that they symbolize secret love and joy. Horror smiled and tapped his teeth to Dream's cheek, telling Dream that he made him happy too. He wished that moment could have lasted forever, but he'd have to return soon.

He wants to say he would spare his life, but would he?

Horror looked at the food set out before him and over at Dream. It's so much. He told Dream as much. Dream told him he could have as much as he'd like. Horror asked if he was sure. Dream nodded with a kind smile. Horror looked back down at everything set out before him. Horror felt bad about the tears that ran down his cheeks because he made Dream worry. He wished he had a camera so that the moment would last.

Would he be able to follow up on the order of his Boss if he was told to hurt him?

Dream smiling and brightening up his day. Dream laughing, the sound was so melodic. Dream's kisses, which were short and sweet and left him wanting more. The way he walked so confident and free and hopeful. In those moments, Horror forgot that he worked for the man who wanted Dream dead. He wondered if Dream felt the same.

Would he be able to obey if Nightmare asked him to kill him?

Dream.

He has to make that choice now.

He loved him, but he was scared.

He stares at Dream before him, back turned to him. Nightmare is standing behind Horror, surely with an expression that expresses how very unimpressed he is. Horror wants desperately to tell Nightmare to take him instead. He wants to yell at his Boss, scream at him. But that would be the death of him.

Dream slowly turns around and smiles softly as he walks forward. Horror is frozen. What does he do?

Step, step, step…

Dream presses their forehead together and whispers, “I love you. Forever.”

Horror's eye sockets tear up as he makes him choice.

#philiswriting #badthingshappenbingo #fanfiction #undertale #horror x dream #sugar #horror #dream

[spunkymaverick]

we need "blood from the mouth" for cross and ink

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Characters: Cross, Ink, Error, Nightmare

Tags:

Prompt: Blood from the Mouth

Word Count: 823

Rated: T (because of blood and death)

Notes: This can be for anything, but to be honest, I imagined some sort Naruto type of scene going on.

* * *

No. No, no, no. No! God no! This can't be happening! Please, don't let this be happening. It's not fair. It's not fair. It's…

Cross seems to be running in slow motion with how long it's taking for him to run over to Ink's side. A little faster. Just a little faster! Why is he so slow?! So slow, so slow, so slow.

Tears well up in his eye sockets as he realizes he's not going to make it. But even then, he keeps moving. Maybe if he pushes a little harder, he'll make it in time. Please make it in time. He has to make it in time. Time, time, time. He needs more time. More time, more speed, less distance. Something needs to change! Anything!

Anything.

Ink and he had just been talking about the future, their future. They were joking around about how cheesy it was. They were talking about maybe having some house on a hill, just because it was so cliché. They were thinking of getting a dog, naming it something like Fido or Spot. Or something equally stupid. They'd spoken of waking up to the scent of bacon and eggs on the stove and cuddling on the couch and pranking Dream.

But then they were interrupted. They're lovely conversations of hypothetical clichés. Error had come along to smash through the imaginary home. Cross had been tangled up in some of Error's string while Error and Ink slowly started distancing themselves.

It took a bit of struggling and frustrated groans before he stupidly realized he could just cut through the strings. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

He'd ran as fast as he can. And here he is, running as fast as can, legs burning from the exertion. Cross isn't sure when Nightmare arrived or why he's here. But for some reason, he's helping Error. Cross doesn't have the context because he was too busy being an idiot.

Error has flung multiple bone attacks at Ink while Nightmare restrained him. And Cross needs to get to him. And he knows he won't. And it hurts. And please something happen. Please something change. Something work out. Please don't let him die.

Cross extends his hand and screams, "Ink!"

Right as the bones pierce through Ink. Ink coughs up some horrendous color. And Cross feels sick just looking at it. Was that really in Ink somewhere? What even is that stuff? (Somewhere in him, he knows exactly what it is.)

Nightmare for some reason pushing a few of the bones back through before dropping Ink unceremoniously.

"Thanks, Error," Nightmare says with a terrifyingly wide grin. That guy, that monster, that demon should never smile. Cross hopes he dies a very gruesome death someday.

Cross ignores Error laughing like the maniac he is in favor of dropping to his knees beside his bleeding boyfriend and pulling him up against him.

"Cross?" comes a raspy whisper followed by a violent cough that makes him shiver. He can only imagine the pain.

"Yeah?" Cross responds hopefully. He hopes Ink will live. He hopes Ink will be okay. He hopes Ink will laugh and tell him it's all a joke. He hopes. He really, truly hopes.

"Will you be okay," Ink murmurs, "without me?"

Cross bares his teeth in anger and sadness, and he desperately clenches his hands in the back of Inks clothes.

"What are you saying?" Cross says. "You just need to get to Dream."

"Nah," Ink says bluntly, and that pisses Cross off so much.

"Don't you have anything else to say? Something better? Or a trick up your sleeve or just," Cross rambles on fearfully.

He hears another one of those violent coughs, and Cross pulls away slowly to look at Ink. That stuff -- just call it what it is, blood -- is dropping down Ink's chin. And despite that, his idiot boyfriend is grinning at him.

"Hey, there you are," Ink says cheerfully. "Smile for me, will you?"

Cross shakes his head, "I can't. Not when your about to-- Not when you're hurt!"

"You couldn't help it," Ink tells him.

"Yes, I could!" Cross yells angrily. "I could've been faster. I could've got free sooner. I should've gotten to you!"

"I'm not blind. I could see how fast you were running, but you were still too slow. Obviously you couldn't go any faster," Ink reasons with him. And he hates that he's right.

"Please don't go."

"I will die soon," Ink tells him. "Just smile. I want to see it before I go."

Cross looks at Ink's body, bleeding out all over and a few bones still remaining. Cross feels no reason to smile.

"Well, you don't have to," Ink mumbles, "but it would've been nice?"

And Cross starts at Ink turns to dust. And all that remains are the bones from Error's attack and Ink's clothes. And Cross feels so empty. It doesn't help that when he looks out, he's all alone.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #badthingshappenbingo #undertale #undertale au #error #nightmare #ink #cross #crink #cross x ink #angst #wow don't you just love dying #i think a rushed a bit #its 3:30 am

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Characters: Error

Prompt: None

Tags:

Word Count: 325

Rated: T (because of dark themes)

Notes: I don't know. Error is in a down mood or something.

* * *

Note to self: put on a shirt.

He stares at the fabric on the ground. Could it even be called the ground when there was nothing there? He isn't sure. It probably doesn't matter. The lower surface. The weight holder. The flat gravity collector.

Not to self: stop coming up with weird names for the ground and put on the shirt.

Right. He's putting on the shirt. Or he's supposed to be. Really, he's just looking at it. And. Doing. Nothing. He just needs to put it on.

Any second now. Any minute? Hour? Please--

He has good news and bad news. The bad news is that he doesn't feel particularly inclined to move towards the shirt. The good news is that he feels equally unmotivated to move away from said shirt.

Note to self: you're procrastinating and need to move.

Right. The shirt. He needs to make progress. With a sigh, he forces himself to flop forward in an ungraceful heap nearby the shirt. There. He's done a thing. Now, just. Put the shirt on. Grab the shirt and put it on. Grab the shirt.

He doesn't want to.

Note to self: don't you dare cry.

He is not crying. These are not tears. Shut up. He just got something in his eyes sockets.

Note to self: you're a big baby.

Yeah.

Note to self: you should--

"No. Not with all these stupid AUs still around," Error hisses to himself. "I still have to destroy all the AUs, and then, I can…"

Note to self: you're so weak you can't even say it

Yeah. He is. So weak. That's why he always fails. That why Ink always wins. That's why he can't get himself to do anything. That's why he's laying on the ground. That's why he's staring at a shirt that's he's been trying to put on for the last hour.

Note to self: so weak.

Yeah.

Note to self: yeah you know.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #undertale #undertale au #error #error sans #angst #or something #depression #i think

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A sudden lapse of sadness. He's not even sure why. He wants it to go away. He wishes he knew why it came. If it had a reason to begin with. He feels so stupid.

He sighs, and damn, if that's not edgy, what is? So cliché. So stupid. A sigh. An exaggerated breath to show some sort of discontent. As if breathing hard enough will blow away all his troubles. That's not how it works. He knows.

He grabs his phone and just stares at the dark screen, finger hovering over the home button that would power it on. He waves his finger as if he's about to press it but doesn't.

Just do it. Just don't you moron. What are you waiting for? He forces his finger down and the screen lights up with the lock screen picture: him and his friends, smiling up at him eternally.

He closes his eye sockets. *Idiot. They're not your friends. They're just allies, not friends. Just minions, not friends. They don't like you, and you don't like them.*

That's how it's supposed to be. He's just they hate him. But it hurts to think that he's making these guys stay around even when they surely despise him.

Nightmare finally swipes the screen, and with too much effort than should be necessary, he types in his password. He stares at his home screen and absently swipes over and then back a few times before tapping on social media and going to him DMs. The Group Chat's name has been changed again. Given that the name is “Xtremely Bad Guys Club”, he thinks it's safe to assume Cross.

He looks at the most recent messages to others. Very harsh words that he's starting to regret. But nothing he can do about it now. Unless he apologizes.

He taps on Killer's messages and starts to type in the message box, but he stops. Why would he care? Nightmare furrows his brow and frowns in thought.

‘hye kiler’

He sends it before he can stops himself. Now, he has to continue. But what does he want to say?

He just starts typing and it just goes on and on. And he's not sure why he's sending these messages. So many typos. So emotional and maybe he can delete them all before--

Fuck. Killer has seen them. And he's typing. What does he do? *What does he do*?

‘uh boss?? you ok?’ Killer had sent followed by ‘that didnt seem ok. do you need to say anything else?’

‘its nroyhinv forget i saud anytthibg’

Great. He'll just go offline instead. He clears all the notifications away and swipes the app away. Another sigh and he sets the phone aside and rolls over to lay on his front. He doesn't want to sleep exactly, but it's the only thing to do.

He feels Killer right before the other is gently opening the door. Obviously he doesn't know what knocking is. Who cares though? Why would he knock for someone he hates anyways?

"Hey, Boss, are you sure you're okay?" Killer asks, and he honestly can't summon up the will to talk. He settles for an affirmative grunt in response.

"Do you want me to get you anything?"

He's not sure he could answer that if he wanted to. He curls up and wishes that this mood would go away already.

"Hey, I'm going to have to hug you if you keep going on like that," Killer says and then adds on. "Is that okay?"

Nightmare just shrugs, and he feels it's uncharacteristic for both of them under normal circumstances. But of course, whatever this mood is isn't the normal circumstance.

He feels Killer leans up against, and it's so warm and nice and comforting. Nobody says anything if a few tears slip down his cheek. And he's okay with that.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #undertale #undertale au #nightmare #nightmare sans #killer #killer sans #nightkiller #angst #nightmare is sad #maybe depressed #im not sure #killer is worried though

[spunkymaverick]

hey, can i have "human shield" with Void and Melon. i know you love this ship.

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU, Fashion Disaster Multiverse

Characters: Melon (Error), Void (Nightmare), Archy (Cross), Sunspot (Dream)

Tags: @therandomskelekey

Prompt: Human Shield

Word Count: 759

Rated: T (because of death and cursing and Void hurting his hands trying to perform healing magic)

Notes: I spent too long procrastinating this but finally it's finally done. I love these two.

5/14/19 I went back and fixed some typos.

* * *

He rolls away from a downward swing and hops to his feet just in time to avoid some sort of tornado spin that makes Void wonder what sort of life he lives in that some kid can spin a giant knife like that. It looks so heavy. It must be right. This guy fights so well for someone filled with so much fear. Scared people usually either hesitate in their moved, or they move quickly and desperately. This guy doesn't do either of those.

Void can handle him though. He's dealt with so-called "prodigies" before. Void counters a slice with a swing from two of his tentacles. The knife-wielding guy goes flying back.

"Not so strong now, are you?" Void mocks. "Of course, I'm not going to die at the hands of--"

The sound of something swinging through the air, the sound of something slicing through bone. Which doesn't make sense because he hasn't exactly had easily accessible bone in a long while. Not to mention he didn't feel a thing. So what could have happened?

Void turns around to see someone he didn't want to see in a situation like this. He would have never hoped for this.

Melon stands there, arms outstretched and back towards him. Where did Melon even come from? Was he always there? Had Void simply not noticed the adorable glitch? No, that doesn't make any sense. Nothing is making sense.

Why would Melon jump in the way to save him anyways? Why would Melon sacrifice his own health -- his own life -- for Void? It doesn't fit his motives or his personality or feelings at all. Melon hates him.

So why would he do that? Unless he…

No. That's beside the point now. He's… Melon is going to die if he doesn't do something soon! No no no! He can't let that happen. He has to get Melon healed. Think. Think.

Sunspot is the first to come to mind. Sunspot knows how to heal others, and he knows how to inspire hope in others. He's been doing it for years now! But there's one fatal flaw in that plan. Sunspot hates him. Well, maybe hate is the wrong word. They had a falling out of sorts. Void pulled some stupid shit and Sunspot was understandably not happy.

Void doesn't know anyone else that knows healing magic, not anyone that could heal Melon quickly or efficiently enough.

Melon is… going to die. Melon is going to die. When outcodes die, they die forever. Even if Melon wasn't an outcode, he doesn't know where the guy came from.

This isn't fair. It's not fair. Maybe he could just…?

Void pushes Melon down to which the other struggles against him rather weakly. Void holds out his hands and desperately tries to summon healing magic. All he gets is his hands burning like they'd been placed in boiling water. He waits a couple minutes, enduring the pain, before cutting the magic off. His hands sting and burn from the attempted magic, which is notorious for its need of tranquility and gentleness. He wouldn't say he usually has either. As one may expect, those are more like Sunspot.

He can't heal Melon. He knew he couldn't, and he did himself more harm than good. He bares his teeth and looks down at Melon who's just looking up at him, some sort of thoughts going through his head if the minute changes in emotion are anything to go by.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Void finally asks, his voice low and just barely not cracking. He's certain he wouldn't be able to control himself if he spoke any louder.

Melon's eyelights focus in on him, rather than staring up like he's a dead body. Bad comparison. Bad comparison. Why would he think that in this situation? Stupid.

"I wasn't," Melon informs him, "but my SOUL urged me forward just then, you know?"

Void opens his mouth to speak, but he's not sure what he wanted to say. He's left a bit stunned after the somewhat cheesy answer. It sounds like something you'd read about in a fairy tale. But that's his entire life, isn't it? A big fucking fairy tale.

"It looked like you needed a hand, yeah?" Melon adds on quietly.

Void pulls Melon close and holds him, ignoring the weak protest. He just wants to hold Melon. Tears well up in his eye socket as he feel the very specific glitching of Melon's body against his chest. The tears don't fall just yet. They wouldn't until--

The weight of Melon's body leaning against him disappears.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #badthingshappenbingo #undertale #undertale au #fashion disaster multiverse #fdsmv #human shield #void #melon #archy #sunspot #woo #gotta love killing people #edit: fixed some typos

[spunkymaverick]

may i request "cry into chest" for... was it Void and melon??? if it was, please, these two are so lovable together.

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU, Fashion Disaster Multiverse

Characters: Void (Nightmare), Melon (Error), Swapfell Chara

Tags:

Prompt: Cry Into Chest

Word Count: 658

Rated: T (because of mentioned murder, emotional manipulation, and a point where a character gets uncomfortable being so close to the other)

Notes: Oh my gog. I'm going to cry. Somebody wants a fic of these two. Thank you so much, Anon. I hope you can accept my love and appreciation for you. Also the Chara mentioned is 23, so no worries.

* * *

The sound of rain, each individual droplet a skydiver free-falling into the unknown land below until they smack down with a sploosh. Melon is staring blankly at a blue flower that whispers the last words it recognized.

‘I don't want anything to do with you,’ the Echo Flower whispers mockingly, its words echoing around. The words bounce around the room like a tiny ball on a trampoline that too many kids are jumping on.

Why did he say that to them? He shouldn't have said that to them. And now, they're… Their bloody body is somewhere behind him. He'd rather not look. Maybe he should just leave this place.

Melon shakily pushes himself up from the moist ground. He hears that whisper of that flower once more and promptly decides to pull it apart, ripping out petals and uprooting the whole plant only to toss it down the pathway. He breathes heavily, chest heaving. Okay. He'll just…

Melon should go. He swipes his hand in front of him, opening an exit to the hell he's caused. He stumbles in, still trembling like a hardened brown leaf on a windy autumn's night. On the other side, he looks up to see the massive ship that Void lives in. Void should've sensed him by now. He really hopes he'll be inside. Melon squeezes his eye sockets shut and wills his magic to teleport him inside.

"Are you alright, Melon?" comes that deep voice that he recognizes as Void's. He can't say he's been so grateful to hear the Lord of Negativity's voice.

Melon runs forward and buries his head into Void's chest. Normally he would be more hesitant about the contact, but he just wants this. He needs something grounding. He needs the comfort.

"I-I didn't… I didn't mean to," Melon whimpers, tears welling up in his sockets as he finally speaks.

Void shushes him and wraps his arms around him.

"It's alright," Void whispers. "It's okay. I believe you even if nobody else does."

Of course. Void has always been there for him. Void watches his backs and assures him that he's allowed to act without regret. And even now, when he does heavily regret his actions, Void is here.

"I killed them," he mutters. "I killed them, Void. I got angry and Chara is dead now. It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Void growls. "They should've watched what they were saying. I would never say anything like that to you. Don't you know that, Melon?"

Melon nods, not trusting his voice while he's having trouble just keeping his breathing steady.

"If you stay with me, I can help you never feel that regret again," Void tells him. "I'll make sure you never make such an awful mistake again."

"Mistake?" Melon squeaks out. He wants to back away, but he can't. Melon squirms in Void's hold.

"I may forgive you for your actions towards Chara, but do you really think you're truly off the hook?" Void inquires.

Of course. Of course he isn't. Melon is an idiot. He can't just kill someone without consequences. Even Void has morals. Obviously more morals than he does, even if by just barely.

"Void, I," Melon starts in a weak voice but is cut off quickly.

"I'm not done talking," Void hisses, tilting Melon's face up to look at him. "If you want help, you'll need me. You'll need my guidance. Who else would love you but me? Answer that for me, won't you, Melon?"

Melon can't think of anybody. His face burns in shame. He responds in a quiet voice, "Nobody."

"What was that?" Void asks. "I couldn't hear you."

"N-n-nobody loves me," Melon says a bit louder now and gulps, "except for you."

"Yes, that's right," Void whispers in a sweet voice and smiles. And Melon is so glad to hear that voice. So kind, so quiet, so nice.

"You learn quickly," Void tells him. "There's hope for you yet."

#philiswriting #fanfiction #badthingshappenbingo #undertale #undertale au #fdsmv #fashion disaster multiverse

[spunkymaverick]

We need blackmail with nightmare and dream cause I'm a little shit.

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Characters: Nightmare, Dream, Cross

Tags: @therandomskelekey

Prompt: Blackmail

Word Count: 501

Rated: T (because of cursing)

Notes: AU where Nightmare posts videos on YouTube or something like that

* * *

Standing in front of his camera that's finally set up, Nightmare places his hands on his hips with a smirk.

“Welcome to the livestream, my Underlings,” Nightmare greets the camera. “Note to self: add the intro before this and edit this out.”

Nightmare glances past the camera at his computer monitor. He reads a few of the greetings, recognizing a few of the regulars, such as ‘XtotheX’, ‘starlie404’, and ‘TheBetterNightmare’. The last one he recognizes as a troll account.

“Ugh,” Nightmare groans. “What are you doing here, TheBetterNightmare?”

All he gets is a keyboard smash and some combination of emojis that seem to have a dirty connotation based on the reactions in the comments. He pointedly decides to ignore the account.

“In tonight's livestream, I'll be doing some of those challenges you suggested I do. Then, as a finale, I will kill my brother,” Nightmare informs his viewers. Okay so the thing about this is that his viewers seem to be under the impression that it's a joke and an act. It's not supposed to be, but he can't be bothered to correct them.

And so Nightmare goes about running around his castle to do these challenges and occasionally making one of his minions help him out. He finally finished doing the Fluffy Bunny Challenge by himself.

Suddenly, Cross walks into the kitchen and pauses looking at Nightmare, “Boss, what the hell are you doing?”

Nightmare turns around and spits the marshmallows that he had stuffed into his mouth into the trash can he had kept on hand. He turns to Cross and says with a grin, “Just in time. I'm going to kill my brother.”

“Okay,” Cross responds, a bit unnerved by the uncharacteristic joyfulness. “How are you going to do that?”

“What's that? You'll hold the camera for me? How kind of you Cross,” Nightmare says, placing the camera in Cross's hands.

He opens a portal and hops through followed by Cross. He can hear Cross whispering to the camera about what's happening like some excited child on a sugar high. Nightmare whispers for Cross to shut up before creeping forward to where Dream is seated on a stump. Dream must be really distracted by something if he hasn't sensed Nightmare by now.

Dream sighs in contentment. What's he so happy about?

“Error can step on me,” Dream says.

Nightmare pauses in confusion. What does that even mean? That's a weird thing to say. Is that a request? Does he know Nightmares did there and is actually just fucking with him?

“Ew,” Cross says from behind him, his previous excitement being replaced with disgust.

Dream turns around quickly, likely having heard Cross if timing is anything to go by.

“SHIT!” Dream curses loudly. While Dream does curse, he doesn't exactly do it often; Nightmare had forgotten that he did it in the first place.

Before Dream can get away, Nightmare grabs his brother with one of his tendrils and smirks at him, “Now, how about we make a deal?”

#philiswriting #badthingshappenbingo #fanfiction #undertale #undertale au #nightmare #dream #cross #ooh vague ending there #it would be a shame #if something were to happen #to dream

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU, Fashion Disaster Multiverse

Characters: Void (Nightmare), Mercury (OC)

Tags: @therandomskelekey

Prompt: Allergic Reaction

Word Count: 761

Rated: T (because everything I write is T-rated until told otherwise. also I'm not sure if how to rate a vaguely portrayed allergic reaction)

Note: I'm very slow to get to the point. I really build up to getting to the actual ‘plot’. Also Mercury carries an epipen on her because she's a good friend who is prepared for her friend’s allergies. I'll vote her friend of the year.

* * *

Void adjusts his bowtie that he decides to add on to his regular attire. Bowties are so in-fashion, and anyone who tries to tell him otherwise can taste his fist. Contradicting Void in anything is basically the same as dropping to your knees and begging for a knuckle sandwich.

Straightening out his jacket, Void knocks on the floor to his girlfriend's house. Okay so he's not really wearing the bowtie for fashion but rather as a subtle sign to Mercury that he remembered their one-year anniversary. That's why he's here now, of course: to be with his girlfriend and celebrate the occasion.

Mercury answers the door quickly, and Void watches as her eye sockets fill with excitement, *adoration*. Void decides then that he has to keep her happy. He had planned to do that anyways, but he's absolutely certain now. *Stars* he loves her. She's just so cute.

“Void!” Mercury exclaims with glee, rendering his SOUL a pile of mush.

“Hello, Mercury,” Void greets casually, tossing a smirk onto his face forcing his expression not to betray his infinite affection. Mercury would tease him all day, and that's not a fate he wants to succumb to.

“Come in!” Mercury insists, stepping inside as he follow. Entering Mercury's home, he smells something unfamiliar. It's different. Not a bad different of course, just something he hadn't expected.

“What's that I smell?” Void inquires curiously. He's usually the one that cooks anything when he comes over, and he's 90% certain that scent is some sort of food. Perhaps Mercury wanted to surprise him.

“Oh! Those would be the brownies I'm making,” Mercury informs him. “Since you always look out for me, I thought I'd repay the favor and feed you for once.”

“How sweet. My beloved has decided to bless me with her godly cooking,” Void says. He smirks as Mercury squeaks and covers her heated face.

There's the resounding ring of a timer. Mercury absconds to the kitchen. Void follows after her at a casual pace, entering just in time to see Mercury's hands safely secured in oven mitts extracting the pan of the brownies she had been talking about.

The smell is so good, even better now that they're freed from their hellish prison to grace the world with their aroma.

“They're hot, so don't touch them,” his girlfriend warns him. He knows. He's baked before. He's considered opening a bakery for star's sake. He knows they're going to be hot, but even with this knowledge he wants to feet the squishy warmth of the brownies in his mouth.

Obviously noticing his internal disarray, Mercury informs him, “I want to eat them too. I spent all day preparing these peanut butter brownies. You're not allergic, are you?”

Is he what?

Well, if he doesn't know what it is at this point, Void thinks he can safely assume the answer is no. He responds, “Allergic isn't even in my dictionary.”

“Okay, that's good,” Mercury sighs in relief, the momentary fear washing away with the new calmness. Now he wants to know what it is, but he's too prideful to ask now that the topic has passed.

Void slowly reaches towards the brownies. Mercury narrows her eye sockets as him as his arms inches closer and closer. She finally huffs in annoyance, “Void! I swear if you don't stop I'm never making these again!”

Void grins widely and like some demon of chaos, he digs his fingers into the brownie. He ignores the burning pain and the squishy feel because he's here to make his girlfriend cry in dismay at his chaos.

“Oh my stars! Stop!” Mercury exclaims, a look of horror and disgust settled upon her expression. He stuffs the handful of brownie in his mouth. Wow these are good.

“I've never had peanut butter brownies,” Void says. “These are really good.”

He swallows his mouthful and holds Mercury away as he grabs another. Of course, Mercury's hands aren't really connected to any arms, much less her body, so it's hard to avoid them as he stuffs the handful in his mouth with feels kind of numb now.

“Uh, Void, you really, uh…”

Mercury is nervous now. Void doesn't know how she knows, but now he's kind of in a bit of pain. Maybe more than a bit. He doesn't know why. He feels so heavy, and he wants to just lay down.

He blinks, and Mercury is calling his name.

He blinks, and she's pulling something out of her pocket.

He blinks, and she's stabbing him.

He blinks, and she's begging him to stay awake.

He blinks, and everything goes dark.

#philiswriting #badthingshappenbingo #fanfiction #undertale #undertale au #fashion disaster multiverse #fdsmv #void #mercury #oc #hm i wonder how void is doing

[spunkymaverick]

A Harry Potter relationship idea thing.

It starts out with Hermione noticing something about Harry and Draco when they hang out.

So she gets Ron to help her get them together.

But while she's doing this, she realizes that Ron seems a bit off.

So she investigates on her own.

And she comes to the conclusion that Ron either likes Harry or Draco.

And she knows how much Ron talks about hating Draco, so she decides to, for now, assume it's Harry.

So she does some research over the summer to find out if she can find a solution to the dilemma.

Because she wants both of her friends to be happy.

And she finds an answer.

So when she returns to Hogwarts that fall, she gets to work to make them all happy.

And there's a planned candlelight dinner.

And Hermione plans a double date.

She and Ron would go and Harry and Draco.

And it's really nice honestly.

Harry and Draco are flirting relentlessly and seem like they want to kiss but not make Hermione and Ron uncomfortable.

But suddenly Ron stands and marches around the table and says.

"Draco, you have something on your lips."

"They better be yours," is the response.

And Harry laughs at how red Ron's face is and how confused Hermione is.

Apparently Harry and Draco knew what Hermione and Ron were doing.

And somehow knew that Ron liked Draco.

And so Harry and Draco officially ask Ron to date them.

And he agrees.

And they date.

But there's something not quite right.

So the three talk and come to an agreement.

They ask Hermione out.

And she accepts.

And they all love each other very much.

#dronnarrymione #poly #polyamory #romantic relationship #they love each other #philiswriting #harry potter #draco #ron #hermione #harry #dating #love #ronarry #drarry #dron #dramione #harmione #ronmione

[spunkymaverick]

Fandom: Homestuck

Characters: Eridan Ampora, Tavros Nitram, Karkat Vantas (mentioned), Jack Noir (mentioned), Terezi Pyrope (mentioned), Feferi Peixes (mentioned)

Tags:

Prompt: Chained to a Wall

Word Count: 516

Rated: T (because of bad life choices I guess)

Notes: In my Google Doc, I named this “3R1D4N 1S CH41N3D UP FOR H1S CR1M3S”

* * *

Huh.

He really hadn't seen this particular turn of events coming. He barely remembers how it happened in the first place. Thankfully, ‘barely’ is the key word here as he does in fact remember what happened up until he woke up just now. Who's to say he's actually awake though? He supposes he's to say if that sharp digging in his wrist of the metal cuffs are anything to go by.

Maybe if he thinks back on the previous events, he'll be able to get himself out of this bind.

He'd been with the others, sulking over the fact that they had lost. They were about to win, the universe was created, and they just had to step through that door. But Karkat, their (terrible) self-proclaimed leader, had been too slow. If he'd just threw the doors open and waltzed in, everything would've been fine. But no. He meandered and savored the moment. And Jack came through and attacked. They barely got away with their lives.

He'd been walking around, trying to think of some way to salvage what they had. He was the Prince of Hope after all. He got to decide whether there was hope or not. And there most certainly wasn't. So he needed to strategize because if there was anything he was hood at, it was strategy.

And when he'd finally come up with his idea, his friends didn't understand why it was such a great idea. And a bunch of their opinions he didn't really care for. And things had escalated quickly. And he'd gotten in a fight with Terezi and Feferi. Somebody had intervened with a bludgeoning to his head.

And then he had woken up shackles behind bars. He hadn't even been aware their little meteor hideaway had a dungeon.

So he just has to wait for someone to come by and convince them to set him free. It seems as if there's a science behind thinking of someone coming because he can hear approaching footsteps.

Ugh. It's Tavros. The sad sap thinks he's so great now that he has legs. Eridan would point out everything that's wrong with at mindset, but Vriska does it well enough.

"Uh, are you awake?" Tavros asks, hesitation clear in his voice. Good. He should tremble before his superiors. Lowbloods.

"What does it matter?" he inquires with a wobbly W and the final consonants barely pronounced. It's a dialect, he tells everyone who asks. It most certainly is not a stutter. It's just how he speaks.

"I brought food," Tavros says, voice so full of…

"I don't want any of your glubbing food!" he spits at the bronzeblood. He feels a little better when Tavros flinches away and drops the tray of food in the process. Tavros sighs and leaves.

Idiot. Idiot! What was he thinking? Why did he say that? Ugh! He just heard how hopeful Tavros sounding, and he hated it. Because it wasn't fair. Because he was upset and miserable, so why should everyone else be?

Next time, he'll do this right.

That is… if there is a next time.

#philiswriting #fanfiction #badthingshappenbingo #homestuck #eridan ampora #chained to a wall #tavros nitram #so yeah im working on another request #but feel free to ask for any of these! #even if they've been taken already!!!!

[spunkymaverick]

A fic focused on Shiftfell Asriel, and some angst. Fun stuff.

Rated: T (for dark themes)

* * *

You're precious to me.

That's what Chara had said to him. He yelled at them to run away – to hightail it out there, to get out of Dodge, to just GO for star's sake while he holds the kid off – but they stayed there. Chara stood their ground and fought alongside him. There was a burning rage in their eyes that sharply contrasted what he had known them to be like ever. They weren't strong enough to kill that younger human apparently, and Chara didn't believe he was either. (He couldn't blame his sibling either; this kid hit their mark every time, and they dodged with practiced ease.) They used the last of their magic – the last of their energy, the last of their SOUL, the last of their life – to use a shortcut on him.

And the last thing he had seen was tear-stained cheeks, the biggest smile he'd ever seen them make, and blood leaking down their chest. The last thing he had seen was them dead. They died.

Chara is dead.

He appears on the other side of the shortcut – the shortcut that killed them, he killed them, it's his fault – right back on that path right past Snowdin and just before Waterfall. Except there is no human trying to kill him and no human trying to save him. There is nobody because he is alone now. There is nobody because Chara saved him. There is nobody because Chara died. There is nobody because that other kid is in the other world, in his world, in his home. Chara had decided this place was safer than his home. He can at least be decent enough to give it a chance.

He casts his crimson gaze back towards Snowdin Town. He isn't sure he wants to head back and see his home. He doesn't want to know who took it in this variant of the world. And he would hope it still exists in this Underground. He doesn't know which would be worse. He wants to know he can come home to find Chara lounging on the old couch in the living room. But that's an impossibility. He watched them die, and they sent him worlds away. Any Chara he'd see would only be a cheap imitation of his own. He isn't sure he wants to see some weird alternate version of their dead sibling.

But as he squints his eyes and sees a figure meandering forward, he feels that his luck has run out. Of course, it has. It went out long ago. If he was lucky, his home wouldn't be a literal Hell. If he was lucky, Chara wouldn't be dead. If he was lucky, he wouldn't even care about Chara. His SOUL seems to be trying to do some acrobatics in his chest because it hurts as he watches the figure walk closer and closer and closer. A smile is growing on a familiar face. The outfit is different, and the way they walk with grace is unfamiliar. But the smile is all Chara. They have the same nose and eyes as Chara has-- er, HAD.

“Asriel!” the not-Chara calls out once they are mere feet away from him. He hates that he wants to hug them, and he hates that he wants to yell at them that they're an imposter.

“You're not my Chara,” he informs them bluntly, baring his teeth at them in hopes that they'll be discouraged and go away.

“That's alright. I know you're not my Rei, but if you're here, that means your sibling is gone,” they tell him, their smile faltering and eyebrows furrowing. “I don't need to know what happened, but I'll help anyway I can.”

He looks down at his boots and can only think of those last moments before he was sent here.

“It's not fair. I told them to run, and they didn't,” he hisses out. “They're so fucking stupid! They should've ran like they always do! Why didn't Chara run this time?! Why did--?”

He voice cracks, and he takes a deep breath. He releases it out shakily and tears run down his cheeks. He immediately feels arms around him, and he can't find the strength nor the will to argue against the hug.

“Because you were precious to them.”

He knows. They said that. Chara had told him that. But what does it mean. What does it mean to be precious to someone? And what does it mean to find someone precious?

Asriel doesn't ask these questions, because he already knows the answers. He just doesn't want to think about it. It hurts to think about it. Thinking about it is painful because

“They were precious to me too.”

#philiswriting #fanfiction #undertale #asriel #chara #shiftfell asriel #shiftfell chara #shiftfell #storyfell #fellshift #asriel dreemurr #chara dreemurr #siblings #angst