#skelly boy's first kiss~ | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

marshmarrowsans · 7 years

Text

Time Heals All Wounds: An Ending

Sooo I posted this fic without its epilogue because I didn’t want the anon who requested it to have to wait forever, and now the epilogue is here! Whoever sent in the original request, I hope you stuck around.

It was the best night of Sans' life. He'd never seen you so happy.

It was no big life event, no major milestone. All that had happened was you gave a stellar performance at a presentation you'd been dreading for weeks. He had been there in the audience to support you, of course. He was the only one who could tell how nervous you were. But then you fixed your eyes on him, and he flashed you that relaxed smile of his, and... it all went away. You knocked it out of the park. And you were ecstatic about it. Now he was walking you home from the event, you dressed to the nines and him looking pretty lack-luster in comparison with his same old hoodie and shorts, in the chilly evening air with crickets chirping a symphony all around you.

"Articulate, Sans! They called me exceptionally articulate!" You laughed, hopping up on a wooden ledge enclosing some flowers and walking along it like a tightrope. "When have I ever been described as articulate, let alone EXCEPTIONALLY so?" You seemed to have boundless energy, seemed to be itching to put it into something. He almost envied you, but more than anything, he just felt happy for you. He could practically feel the strong, healthy hum of your soul inside your chest. What he wouldn't give to see it, that beautiful soul of yours that made his own soul throb and sing...

He stood at your side, but down on the sidewalk, and offered you his hand. For balance, of course. You didn't hesitate to accept his quiet offer.

"i think you're exceptionally articulate," he offered, softly and matter-of-factly. You just scoffed at him. "Oh yeah? Bitch, where? When I was trying to say either 'fooey' or 'shucks' in front of Frisk and ended up screaming 'FUCKS!' and Toriel scolded me?"

He grinned so wide at the memory. "that's a certain kinda articulate. but nah. i was actually thinkin' about that letter you gave me. uh, a few months ago."

You blushed and seemed to falter a little. He held on to your hand tighter.

"don't fall."

"Don't tell me what to do." You recovered, and slowly began to smile again, but in a bit more of a bashful way. "... Anyways, that letter. I feel like we never really talked about it. Or the other thing I gave you. Have you needed to use it?"

Sans paused for a long, long moment. He didn't want to worry you. "... Hey, it's alright. If you have, then I'm glad that my gift is being put to good use, and if you haven't, I'll still love you."

God, he loved and hated it when you did that. His soul was too stupid to remember that you only meant it as a best friend kind of thing, so it never failed to skip a beat when he heard that from you. But at the same time, he knew how lucky he was to be hearing that from you at all. So he loved it more than anything, and hated it just a little bit, but he hated himself for hating it at all. He confused the hell out of himself sometimes, so much he almost forgot to speak. In the end, he decided honesty was better than secrecy.

"yeah. sometimes when i'm really sad, and it's like i can't trust in anything. and also sometimes when i'm really happy and i can't believe that things are going my way. it's crazy how much it helps. thanks a bunch." he chuckled softly. "see? i'm the inarticulate one here. you give me this amazing thing that... seriously helps me through some issues that nobody else has even tried to address. and all i can think to say is thanks. i dunno what else to say. but i hope you know i mean a lot more than just thanks. i don't know how to repay you."

You got the biggest, dumbest smile on your face, and he knew right away that you were up to something. You had a face like that meme cat with the knife pointed at it. He almost dreaded whatever fresh hell you had in store for him. "uh oh. not sure i like that impish look right after i offered to repay you for something big. what's up?"

You brought him to a halt by jumping down from your perch to the spot right in front of him on the sidewalk. "I know how you can repay me."

Oh, stars. You were so close to him and you were holding his hands in yours and your whole face looked even more beautiful than usual when you smiled like that.

"okayyy...?" While you were wondering if you were weirding him out a little, he was busy being completely and utterly distracted by your eyes and your lips.

"How 'bout a kiss, bone boy?"

...

"... huh?!" Sans was legitimately unsure if he heard you correctly, or if this was some kind of dream, or even a glitch in time. A glimpse into an alternate universe where you actually wanted him to...?

You held your hands behind your back, pursed your lips a little, and bounced on your heels, but you repeated yourself loud and clear. "Dude, I know you don't have lips, but come on. I've shown you Disney movies."

"no, i, i know what a kiss is, i just..." He clutched his chest, willing his soul not to just spring out and bare itself to you, not to prove beyond a doubt the strength and resilience of his feelings for you like it wanted to. "help me out here. are you being serious right now?"

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Are you?"

Great. Now he was blushing like the idiot he was. He let go of your hands to pull his hood over his head in quiet embarrassment... but you just smirked at him and carefully, lovingly removed it again.

"Alright. Fine. I'm serious," you confessed. "What about you?"

He couldn't contain his soul anymore. It glowed in a distinct heart shape in the center of his chest, cast shadows of his ribs through his shirt, gave everything away without him having to say a single word. But he said it anyways, breathless with anticipation. "yeah..."

You moved in a little, then stopped, cracking a doofy smile. He knew just how you felt. He was feeling it, too, that simultaneous anticipation of something so new and so incredible just on the horizon, mixed with his love for you, the love that had been there for as long as he could remember, the love that made you his best friend, made you feel like home, made him smile when he thought about spending the rest of his life with you. It was that love for you that made him stand up on the tips of his toes and tilt his head back to offer his teeth to you. It was no glamorous Hollywood kiss, that was for sure, considering one party was lipless. But he didn't give a damn right now, and you gave negative damns. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, moved the rest of the way in, and began to kiss him.

Whether he ever admitted it to you or not, Sans had spent a lot of time over the past few months thinking about what it might be like to kiss you. Some days, when you had a bit of an attitude, he pegged you as a bit of a hard kisser, one who would dig your fingers into his skull and kiss him like your life depended on it, like you were stealing the breath from his non-existent lungs and leaving him gasping. Some days, when you were sad, he imagined that you kissed slowly and longingly, that you might pull him into your arms as your lips danced against his teeth and hold him in a silent plea to never leave you alone. Other days, when you were happy, and especially when you had some special moment together as best friends, he just imagined you kissing him with a smile on your lips, a smile to match his. Those theories were all a little right, but all a little wrong. It was no chaste kiss whatsoever. You pressed your lips to his mouth straight on at first, but then tilted your head and kissed him like you meant it. It was a firm and confident kiss, one that betrayed no hesitation, and you stroked your thumb over his right cheek, and you were smiling, he could feel it every time you tilted your head. He knew it was bad kissing etiquette, but he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes a little to look at you. He couldn't see anything but your softly shut eyes, but god, you were the most fucking beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It took him a moment to realize that he was just standing there like an asshole with his hands hovering over your waist. He gently rested his hands there, the warmth of your body just reaching his fingers, just enough to bring him total clarity.

Holy shit.

He was experiencing his first kiss.

He was kissing his best friend.

He was kissing you.

He found himself kissing you harder at that realization-- pulling you closer to him, leaning eagerly into your touch, letting one hand roam up almost to your shoulder while the other roamed down to your hip. It felt like all those months of friendship unraveling all at once, or maybe blossoming was a better word-- yes, blossoming into something entirely new and beautiful, and that best friendship was still there, it always would be, nothing could ever make him stop thinking of you as his best pal. But it gave way to something else, too: the kind of love that set his soul ablaze. You were everything at once to him.

When you pulled away, neither of you could tell, but you both had the same expression. Wide-eyed and smiling, in disbelief, in awe. In love.

"Holy shit," you spoke first, in a low whisper.

"the holiest of shits." Sans grinned up at you, a familiar smile with a rare blue blush. And then he stretched up to give you another kiss. This one was much shorter, because after a couple of seconds, you both got a case of hysterical giggles and had to pull away from each other.

"Hehehe! Damn it, Sans." You hugged him and rested your chin on top of his head. He nuzzled gratefully into your chest, feeling like he could just purr like a cat when you rubbed between his shoulder blades. "Alright. Fess up. How long?"

"oh geez. i mean, i realized it when you gave me the pocket watch. but, at that point, i was already..." he trailed off. He didn't want to come on too strong. He didn't want you to freak out if he dropped the L-bomb that was on the tip of his tongue. But he looked up and saw the hope in your eyes and knew that it would be alright. "... i was already in love with you. and i was too far gone to remember when i must've actually, uh, fallen for ya'. but if i can make an educated guess? considering you're you, 'mpretty sure i must've started falling for you the day i met you."

You laughed and gently pushed him away from you by the shoulders at that. "Sans... sweetheart. You are SUCH a sap. But what's important is that I love you, too. In case you couldn't tell by the passionate makeout we just had."

He huffed out a soft chuckle that produced a single cloud of mist in the night air. "we did just make out."

"Yep." "that's a thing that happened."

"I hope I can count on it happening again."

"you bet your sweet ass you can."

One moment, Sans was smiling up at you, happier than you'd ever seen him, wrapped up in your embrace. Then he took a step away from you, then turned his back to you and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"... Hey, is everything alright?"

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

He could feel the steady rhythm of the pocket watch in his hand without even taking it out of his pocket to look at it. He shut his eyes, he focused on it.

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

It was strong. It was constant. It was certain. You were strong. You were constant. You were certain. This was reality, and nothing could take it away from him. But in the end, it was your voice, not the watch, that brought him back into the present.

"What's the matter? Talk to me."

"it's just... the happier i get, the more scared i feel. the more i have to lose, if..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"... The higher you are, the further you have to fall," you agreed quietly. "... yeah." He turned back around to face you. "but it's stupid. i can't live my whole life in fear of that." He reached out and held your hands, just like earlier. "... i'm ready to start... moving..." "... Forward in time?" you completed his phrase.

You smiled at him. He smiled back at you, reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

"yeah. forward in time. with you."

#sans #sans/reader #sans x reader #skelly boy's first kiss~#best friends to lovers #all that good shit #mod kasha

46 notes · View notes

archiarthur · 2 years

Text

Dating Sans as a Male!/Masculine! Human

Aw ye, simping respectfully skeleton time

He's new to the dating stuff, he knows some basics and some stuff from Papyrus, but yeahhh... Help him-

For first couple of days he still can't calculate you two are together

This man WILL gay panic inside when you two hold hands. The feeling of your masculine soft hands brushing against his skeleton ones make him flustered. Especially in public.

He doesn't have lips, but that doesn't stop him to press his teeth against your skin. His favourite place to "kiss" is your cheeks. Clean face? Soft, squishy skin. Beard? The hair tickle him and he finds it kidna amusing and fascinating at the same time, he definitely giggled at least twice.

The first kiss is what made him feel light and blessed , not like he wasn't kinda light before anyway - lack of fat, muscles and all, but you get the point

He was very nervous when your face was getting closer, his soul was just slamming his rib cage.

If he's the one making a move/kissing you, God, if you're inpatient, end his suffering and kiss him yourself. If you let him take his time then, boi I'm telling you it's gonna be soft 👌.

He doesn't wanna scare you away, his skelly smile just pressing softly on your lips ✨

Have you seen a blue skeleton with hearts for eyes? Now you have.

You : Sans have you seen my s-

Sans : *standing in front of the mirror wearing your shirt/sweater * I can explain

This boy is soft and lazy, plus he's short. How can he miss the opportunity of stealing your clothes, they're warm, they're yours and smell like you.

Speaking of clothes, he'd definitely wear matching couple joke shirts

Give him a shirt that says,, bonefriend,, I beg you

But be aware of the curse you've put on yourself, he'd be introducing himself like that god knows how long

Even when you think it ended, boom, he said it again.

If you're having a hard time this man will come running to cheer you up, or teleport, idk it's Sans

Homophobes? Transphobes? *loads gaster blaster *not on his watch

Will praise you and your body, only to then the next day be self insecure, that he's a skeleton and you're a human, you deserve better

Being Sans boyfriend also means Papyrus would be your bestie, I don't care.

You ain't getting to that reletionship if you don't like Papyrus, period.

But hey you got yourself a friend/brother figure

Give Sans a present, and he will put it in his room, even if it's the pinkiest bear you've seen in your life, he will cherish it

He's that kind of person that doesn't put all of his strength to make a perfect gift. But when he does, for Christmas, valentines, birthday etc, he's hitting the jackpot. And if you don't need anything, he still gives you a thing that will make you happy (liketakeyoutomcdonalds)

#sans undertale #sans x male reader #undertale #gay sans #sans x reader #sans #Sans fanfction #Undertale fanfction #sans ut #ut sans

195 notes · View notes

undertale-writing-times · 3 years

Note

Skelly boys and outercudes with a sweet shy Demon s/o If it's to many you can just do the skelly boys

oooo I love it!

I'll try to use as many as I can but if I can't, I'll just do the ones that I can do and post em, hope that's fine with you ^^

Have a sweet and wonderful day, brah.

I make it so demons have a tail, wings, and horns. Unless they’re in a ‘human’ form so hope that’s all good for you :D

Sans- Well, when they first met, he was on edge near Y/n. He learned about demons and how they were supposed to be 'evil' and he knew about Chara or the 'demon that comes' or whatever. Then he started to get to know them and well... heh... it's silly how shy and sweet they were. Why were they a demon? Was this a trick or something? He'll keep that in the back of his mind, but he does find them very nice and fun to be around. He likes to play with their tail and will often hold onto it when they're walking around together. Even if Y/n keeps it hidden, he can always seem to find it and hold onto it just so they don't get separated.

Papyrus- Just as you might expect, Papyrus doesn't even care about the fact that they're a demon! He loves their wings and will often play with them, depending on what type of wings they have. If Y/n ever curls their tail around his leg he'll find it so cute and will hug and snuggle them! If someone tries to tell him that Y/n is dangerous and should be sent away, he's going to be a little sad. He'd ask the person why they think that Y/n is dangerous; because they've never done anything to him before. If the human can't explain or does in a bad way, he'd tell them that they need to expand their mind and not judge people from others. He loves his demon datemate and will forever!

Blueberry- Oh that's very interesting! So they can fly? Can humans do magic? Ah, they aren't human? Strange... okay. He'll most likely ask a lot of questions, but he isn't going to judge them or be afraid of them at all. He finds it so annoying when people judge his datemate before getting to know them! They're so sweet and a little shy, but they're very kind once you get to know them and he wants everyone to know that. If the people don't listen, he's going to tell them that they missed out and pull his datemate away! If they ever show how threatening a demon can be, he's going to be a little frightened but he'll try to calm his datemate down if they're frightened or out of control.

Stretch- Just like Sans, he's going to feel a little unsure about them at first, but he won't show it. He'll try to spy a little on them to make sure that they're not a danger to him and or his brother. Once he learns that they're not, he's going to be pretty interested. Since they're a demon, they must have powers, right? What can they do? He wants to know everything! If you have feathered wings, he's going to help you out with them and he finds your tail interesting, how much could it lift? He has a lot of questions, sorry if they're annoying you. He finds the fact that you're shy a little funny because now he knows a little about humans and the 'demons' and they're not really supposed to be sweet and shy. He likes it though.

Axe- Together you two look very frightening. A skeleton with claws that looked sharp enough to tear through flesh easily, sharp teeth; and a demon with wings that were sharp enough to slice right through someone. They had sharp claws and a tail too! The funny thing is that you both are fairly sweet. Axe loves to cuddle and will purr louder than a car at a cheek kiss while his datemate, the demon, is sweet and shy. It's fairly interesting. He doesn't even think about the fact that the demon could be threatening or evil since the only demon he knows is his datemate, Y/n.

Red- Okay so at first, Red thought that Y/n was so damn cool! They looked so threatening, and HOT! Then he saw that they were shy and sweet and... wholesome? Man they’re trying to get his heart so fast. He loves people that look threatening but is cute and innocent ahhhh. Dammit. If someone ever starts to be mean to his datemate he’s going to stand up for them and snarl at the other person to fuck off! Yeah, Y/n is a demon, but they’re better than some of the damn humans he’s met!

Edge- Even with his datemate being a demon, he does not care! They are soft, shy, and sweet, and he will protect them at all costs! What? Do you think just because they have ‘powers’ and a lot of people fear them that he won’t try to protect them? Psh! He doesn’t care about power he cares about them and them being safe. If any humans try to be mean to either of them, he’s going to protect them before himself. If they ever show how powerful they are by saving them from something? He’s never been so mad but also attracted...

Lord- It’s still unknown to him how he feels about people who are shy and easily nervous, he wants to be mad at them and tell them to grow up but he can’t bring himself to say that. He wants you to take care of your wings and if you don’t, he will do it himself! Expect him to buy brushes for your feathers or something if you have scales instead. To be honest, he doesn’t really care about how demons are ‘supposed’ to act. The only demon that he cares about at the moment is his datemate and he hates people who judge them just by what they look like. The idea of that annoys him so much!

Mutt- WHOOOAAAAA! They have wings!!!?!?! That’s so cool! That’s what Mutt thought the first time he saw Y/n, he didn’t even think about the fact that they were a ‘demon’ then he met them and saw how shy and cute they were? He hugged them without thinking and asked Lord if they could keep them?! He learns later that that was a bad idea but Y/n seemed to find it funny even if they got a little embarrassed. He’ll try to protect them if someone is ever mean but he’ll most likely be shaking and nervous and might even tear up himself if they’re being too mean.

Wiseguy- As expected, Wiseguy didn’t trust the demon at first. He knows how bad people can be and how they can hide the fact that they’re bad, but then after a while he sees that they’re not faking how shy and sweet they are and now he has a new problem. He had a crush on that weirdo! Ughh then they ended up getting together and Wiseguy is very happy with them. Sometimes he’ll get his datemate to come and sit on his lap during meetings as a scare factor and try to get them to just look threatening. They don’t need to really hurt people, they just need to look like they can! Pleeeaaassseeee.

Bones- Bones does not ever judge anyone else for the way that they look. He hates the fact that people judge others based off what they know of other people and not the first person! So when he met Y/n he went to talk to them to greet them, because he’s nice! It’s funny that he’s the more threatening one out of the two! Since Y/n is shy and sweet. He loves how sweet they are and will often try to protect them, even though he knows that they’d most likely be able to take care of themselves if they fully need to. He does want to train them a little bit to make sure that they know what they can do.

Clip- At first he tried to avoid them, and you could ask why, and you know why? Because he knew that if he was around them too much, he’d get a damn crush. It’s embarrassing! Why’d he have to get crushes so easily on people that he knew wouldn’t like him, they were just so cool looking with their big wings, and the tail, but then he talked to them for the first time expecting them to be harsh and mean, like his brother, but instead they were shy and sweet, with that little smile while turning their head away. He felt like his soul was gonna burst. That’s so not fair. He’ll protect them with everything he has, because he wants them to feel like they can trust him and feel safe around him. He’s tired of being seen as the ‘evil’ and ‘mean’ guy and if Y/n can trust him... then maybe others can too.

Books- If he’s ever lonely and can’t call them or something, can he use a ouija board to talk to them? Oh he shouldn’t use one of those? Alright, sure, guess he won’t do that. He doesn’t mind the fact that his datemate is a demon, he thinks it’s a confusing thing that demons are supposed to be ‘threatening’ and ‘scary’ while Y/n is shy, sweet, and adorable! They just have horns and wings and the tail of a demon, but they don’t have the personality of one. He wonders if he himself will become a demon if he dies or if monsters don’t have an afterlife like that? Who knows. Y/n is one of his favorite people to talk with though.

Harvest- He’s going to hiss at them the first time they met. He hates when things are scary and he’s seen too many movies where the demon is evil but then he’ll get to know them and really meet them. He’ll try his best to not judge them based off the fact that they’re a demon but he wants to know what they did to end up in hell or whatever? He’ll call them his little chicken as a loving nickname because he has chickens that he loves. Their names are Lemon, Oero, Autumn, Cookie, Jewel, Omelette(Which was named by Corn), Eggstein(also named by Corn), Henrietta, and Honey Bunny Pie. Honey Bunny Pie is evil.

Fresh- Sadly, he just assumes that the person is going to be rude, and goes to talk to them. "Ey yo my winged dark brah! I hope you ain't doin' no type of sinnin' over here?" then they flinched away yelping and that caught him off guard? Why did they react like that? They spoke for a little while and he realized that Y/n was their name, and that they're shockingly very shy and one of the sweetest people that Fresh had ever met. They would sometimes wrap their wing around him while they're walking, or their tail around his wrist, just in a safety way. He found it real cute. If anyone is ever mean to his datemate, he's gonna be... confused. Why would they try dislike Y/n? They ain't doin' nothin! Back in the day demons were all bad but his datemate ain't bad at all. If they don't leave them alone he's gonna take Y/n and bounce in a fresh poof away cause he don't wanna deal with all that brutal stuff dogg.

Nightmare- Nightmare was excited to meet a demon, another creature of darkness... then he met them and saw how they acted and at first he was very disappointed. Why were they like this? They're shy, they're too sweet, and... ugh! At least his boys seem to like them and they have a lot of stories to tell, which is nice? It took a little while for him to really start to even remotely like them but somehow they ended up together, and when they hide behind him he finds it... cute. If anyone is even remotely mean to his datemate he’s going to kill them without a blink unless it’s someone that’s part of the team then he’s going to ask them what the hell is wrong with them.

Dream- demons are supposed to be evil! They’re dangerous, they’re scary, they’re bad guys. He knows that and when he first met Y/n he treated them in the same way as he would any other dangerous creature but then they seemed so scared shaking and hiding in their wings. He felt like the bad guy that time and tried to calm them down asking them if they weren’t really going to try to hurt him? When they told him that no, they weren’t, he knew that he was the bad guy this time and sat down to talk to them! He learned that their name was Y/n, and they were shy and very sweet! That’s so nice... every day, the more he sees how kind they are, the more he feels bad for trying to kill them like he did.

167 notes · View notes

yuckydraws · 2 years

Note

S/O has gotten into a serious accident and lost their memory of Skelly. How do Skellies react, and how do they react to S/O falling in love with them all over again? Maybe they say "I still don't fully remember, but... I /know/ that I love you."? Aaand then when the memories eventually come back?? (I don't know if "all bois" is okay to ask for, so maybe UT, UF, HT and FS Sans?)

Sans: He’s extremely patient. He’ll be with you every step of the way. And sure, it hurts that you don’t remember him, but it’s not your fault. He keeps up his funny man mask, thinking that will get you falling for him again, but it’s actually him opening up to you that causes you to start to fall again. He starts to be more real with you as he realizes this. Before, you fell for him. Not this persona. Of course he’s still silly, but he doesn’t have to be all the time - and it’s okay. When you tell him that you know you love him, he’ll give you a smile as he kisses your cheek. When you tell him that you remember? He’s hugging you so tightly as he finally lets out those tears that he was holding in.

Red: He’s devastated. Of course, he’ll stay throughout your recovery and try to help jog your memory, but he doesn’t think you’d ever love him again. He feels that someone as amazing as you falling for him was a fluke that cannot be replicated and it completely wrecks him. He’s a lot softer with you… and he gets hopeful as he watches you fall for him again. When you tell him that, he’ll hold your hand and thank you in a very quiet voice. When you tell him that you remember, you get a rare big ol’ gleeful grin from him as he pulls you in for a happy kiss.

Bear: This is… so fucking hard for him to go through. He feels like he’s looking in a mirror. He never ever wanted you to have to go through this kind of pain, of not remembering important things. Despite his inner turmoil, he stays. Of course he stays. You need him, and he’ll be there to help in any way he can - and his help is honestly amazing, given that he’s struggled with this himself. He doesn’t want to make assumptions as he watches you fall back into love with him, he waits for you to approach him. When you tell him that you know you love him… he just wants to hold you. He’ll ask first - especially if you guys haven’t been touchy since the accident, and if you say yes, you’re in for some amazing cuddles (even if he’s shaking). When you tell him that you remember… well you’re in for an almost Papyrus-like hug. He’ll pick you up and spin you around as he smiles up at you.

Vant: He basically shuts down - like Red, but worse. At least Red is flirty and can be charming… Vant just feels like there’a no possible way you’d ever fall for him again. He’s stubborn, snarky, prideful, and deep down, he’s a mess. Sure, you get to see the soft side of him… but is that enough? He doesn’t even notice you slowly fallen in love with him again because he’s all tied up in his own anxiety. When you tell him this?? It’ll be one of the few times you see him cry. He just can’t help it. He’ll pull you in for a hug and just stay there for a bit as he sobs. Please just hold him. When you finally get your memories back, he’s ecstatic, but it’s nothing compared to the relief he felt when you said that you still loved him. You might even see his one working eye-light turn into a star for a split second.

#anon #yucky answers #yucky writes #yucky yaks #headcannons #undertale #ut sans #underfell #uf sans #horrortale #ht sans #fellswap #fs sans

81 notes · View notes

ambrossart · 2 years

Text

PAPER MEN

— CHAPTER 25

SUMMARY: All Evelyn Tozier wanted to do was make Derry High School a safer place for her kid brother. Well, somewhere between kissing Patrick Hockstetter and telling the principal to go f*** himself, things got a little off track. Now she’s stuck in the middle of a bizarre love triangle with two of Derry’s most troubled teens while her little brother and his friends hunt down a creepy, child-eating circus clown. This year, summer can’t come fast enough. PAIRINGS: Henry Bowers x Tozier!Sister; Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier!Sister WARNINGS: violence, profanity, sexual content (not smut), bullying, physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, all kinds of abuse, trauma, mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, child death, angst, lots of angst, recreational drug use, underage drinking, love triangles, unrequited love, toxic relationships, slow burn, slow build

WORD COUNT: 5,547

MASTERPOST

Evelyn opened the door and stepped into one giant party.

Students were sitting on top of their desks; others were on their feet and congregating in small clusters around the classroom. Scott Kellerman, who had lost his surfboard sometime between the first and second bell, was grooving up and down the aisles: swaying his hips, rolling his shoulders, singing The Beach Boys' "California Girls" in an untrained tenor register. The kids around him were giggling; some were singing along and slapping their thighs to the beat. Scott sauntered over to Jeanette Gough, who was playing a quiet game of cat's cradle with her best friend, Kerri Walsh. He sang to her like a smooth-talking crooner from the 50s.

"I been all around this great big world And I seen all kinds of girls Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the States Back to the cutest girls in the world"

He bumped Jeanette with his hip, then threw her a flirty little wink as he backed away.

Jeanette pressed her warm face against Kerri's cool desk and threw her hands over her head. "Oh my god, you're so weird, Skelly!"

Kerri Walsh gave Jeanette's shoulder a teasing poke. "Aww, Jeanie..."

From across the room: "He wants you to be his Cali girl, Jeanie!"

"Leave me alone!" Jeanette cried in half-hearted anger.

"Oh shut up, you love it."

"Yeah, you're such a drama queen."

All the while, Mrs. Sitz was sitting behind her desk in a blue shift dress, her hair teased and styled into a massive beehive, a pair of white cat-eye glasses sitting neatly upon her nose. She stood to greet Evelyn.

"As you can see, I've completely lost control of my classroom." This was punctuated by a series of cheers and whoop-whoops from the class, making Mrs. Sitz heave a quiet sigh. "God, I hate spirit week..." Nevertheless, she accepted Evelyn's tardy slip without question and invited her to join the rest of the circus.

Evelyn sat down at her desk, catching the attention of April Nilsen and Steph Price, who were painting each other's nails.

April spoke first, with the brush in her hand. "You look very nice today, Evelyn."

"Oh," Evelyn said, "thank you."

Steph Price was far less generous with her compliments. "I mean, sure, your makeup's a little sloppy, and your hair's already falling flat, and that dress is definitely a size too big for you, but... yeah, all in all, you actually look normal for once, Evelyn. You're not dressed like a kindergarten teacher."

Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "You know you and I shop at the same stores, right? Last week, we literally wore the same shirt."

Steph blew gently on her finished nails. "Yeah, but I actually have the body for it."

"Right," Evelyn said.

Clearly, Steph was still upset about the incident at the Aladdin. Honestly, Evelyn couldn't blame her for being angry. Not only had Patrick Hockstetter spent most of the movie flirting with another girl (and Evelyn Tozier, of all people—that must have been a tremendous blow to Steph's self-esteem), but he also ditched her at the theater. According to Seth McFadden, who was sweeping up at the end of his shift, Steph waited in the lobby for almost an hour before she realized Patrick was never coming back from the restroom. When Seth asked if she needed to borrow the phone, she said, "I have a car, dipshit."

Evelyn apologized to Steph the following Monday. "I'm so sorry, Steph. I had no idea you two were on a date, and I even told him I didn't think it was right, but... I swear, I have zero interest in Patrick. Absolutely none."

"Oh, save it, Tozier," Steph said with a sneer. "You seriously think I'm jealous of you? Honey, you can have him, okay? Trust me, he's no prize."

Evelyn hoped she sounded a lot more convincing when she denied her own jealousy.

On the other side of the classroom, Christie Gibson was sitting in a comically oversized denim jacket, her pale blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail that sat high on her head. Like many others, she was singing along with Scott Kellerman (who had now moved on to his next Beach Boys hit: "Wouldn't It Be Nice"), but Christie wasn't just mumbling the words under her breath. She was belting them out like she was alone in her bedroom, like she was rocking out to the radio in her car (if she had a car), and whenever she tossed her head around, her ponytail would thrash about wildly, like a whip. She didn't care. Christie Gibson was one of those people that did whatever they wanted, regardless of who was watching. If she wanted to sing, she was going to sing at the top of her lungs. If she wanted to dance, she was going to break out a little jig in the middle of the hallway, and nobody was going to make her feel bad about it. Her eye makeup was always a little smudged. She had freckles all over her body and loved every single one of them. She was always drawing, too: on her shoes, on her clothes, on her skin. They weren't any good, her drawings, but then again, that wasn't the point.

"Life's too short," she would always say. "You gotta do what makes you happy, and fuck everyone else."

Last year, Christie decided on a whim that she was going to run for sophomore student council, because it sounded like fun. She had no speech, no pins, no posters. She just threw her name out there for the hell of it and said, "Let's see what happens."

Paul was convinced Evelyn was going to lose.

"Why would I lose?" Evelyn asked him.

"Why would you lose to the cool, laid-back, artsy chick? Gee, I wonder..."

"This isn't a popularity contest, Paul."

"Of course it is. It's just, the popular kids never run... until now." He took a slow sip from his milk carton. "Well, it'll be interesting to see what life is like under this new regime. I have a feeling I'm gonna like it."

That's when it finally sank in. Oh my god, Evelyn thought, I might actually lose!

And she did lose, technically, by a landslide, but then Christie Gibson suddenly withdrew her name from consideration. When Evelyn asked why, Christie said, "I just realized they have meetings, like, every third Wednesday, and I just can't commit to that right now." Then she slapped Evelyn on the shoulder and said, "But hey, congrats, Tozier! I'm sure you'll do a kick-ass job!"

When the election results were officially announced, Evelyn felt like an illegitimate winner, like she should have a little asterisk next to her name. It stung, but not half as much as this did.

But that's totally okay. I'm happy for them, really. I feel no animosity toward her at all. She's very pretty. She's very nice. And I'm sure she makes Victor very happy, and that's all that matters. See? Would a jealous person be thinking like this right now? Would a jealous person be—Oh, shit, she's looking over here. Quick, smile, wave, do something!

Evelyn flapped her hand awkwardly, her lips molding into a painfully unnatural shape.

Oh my god, that wasn't convincing at all. That felt forced. It probably looked forced, too... Well, great, now you gotta go over there and say hi, show her how NOT JEALOUS you are, because if you don't, she's gonna think you're a major bitch.

Evelyn went to stand and felt an unexpected tightness in her chest. She sat back down.

Oh, I don't know if I can do that right now... What would I even say? Congratulations? That sounds weird. No hard feelings? No, that's what people say when there are hard feelings... You know what, maybe I shouldn't say anything at all. Maybe I should just avoid her for the day. Take some time to clear my head. I can always talk to her tomorrow. I'll probably feel a lot better about it tomorrow...

Except Christie Gibson didn't want to wait until tomorrow. She wanted to talk right now. She caught Evelyn in the hallway after class.

"Hey, Tozier," Christie said in a loud, cheery voice. "I love that dress on you. Seriously, few people can pull off such a bright yellow, but you look absolutely stunning. Like, you just shine in it, y'know? You're like the fucking sun!" She laughed heartily at her own joke, her eyes disappearing into two perfect crescents. "It's Tabby's, right?"

"I'm sorry?" Evelyn said.

Christie backed up as a group of freshmen came walking by. "The dress," she said, "Tabitha loaned it to you?"

Tabitha? She calls Mrs. Criss by her first name? Oh my god, this is really serious.

"Yeah," Evelyn said, a little shaken. "I, uh, borrowed it from her."

"Well, you definitely picked a winner. You look great."

"Thank you," Evelyn said. And then she remembered it was polite to answer a compliment with another compliment, so: "Umm, I really like your jacket."

Way to grab the low-hanging fruit there, Evelyn.

"Hey, thanks!" Christie did a little spin to show it off. "It's vintage."

"And it's got a lot of buttons..."

"Oh yeah, for sure. I collect pin-back buttons, if that wasn't already obvious. Most of 'em are from concerts and festivals, but some of 'em, like this little guy right here..." She pointed to a yellow smiley face that sat below her left breast; beside it was a black-and-grey button that spelled out METALLICA.

Wait, Evelyn thought, where have I heard that name?

"... I honestly don't remember where I got 'em. Sometimes when I get really high, I just buy random shit and... well, you know..."

"Right," Evelyn said, and took a small step back, away.

Christie saw this and softened her tone. "Hey, we don't really talk, do we?" For once, she sounded a little shy.

"No," Evelyn said, "but then again, you and I don't really run in the same circles."

Christie squinted at her. "And what circles are those?"

"What?" Evelyn said, her voice jumping up an octave. "Oh, I don't... I mean, I didn't mean anything by..."

Christie's face broke into a grin. "Relax, I'm just giving you shit, Tozier. I know what you meant."

Evelyn smiled, relieved, but she couldn't stop her knees from trembling. Both her legs ached miserably, like two caged animals desperate to escape. Evelyn glanced down the long hallway and tried to think of a polite way to excuse herself from the conversation.

"So anyway," Christie went on, "I'm really glad I caught you today because I've been meaning to talk to you for a while, actually. It's, ummm..." She leaned in until they were whisper-close, until Evelyn could smell the faint musky, spicy odor of Vic's bedroom wafting off her denim jacket. "It's about Vic," Christie said, causing Evelyn's whole body to tense up. "Look, he's totally gonna kill me when he finds out I talked to you, but sometimes that guy... he just gets in his own way, y'know? And he's really starting to drive me nuts. So I figure—"

"Look, I don't have any advice for you," Evelyn blurted out suddenly, making Christie reel her head back in surprise. "Seriously, I'm the last person you should be asking for help. I mean, believe me, if I knew how to woo Victor Criss, I wouldn't be in this position right now, would I?" She opened her mouth to laugh, but all that came out was a dry puff of air.

Crashing and burning. Poof.

Christe tilted her head, a deep crease forming between her brows. "Hold on... what? You wanna give me advice?"

Evelyn reached up to rub her forehead—or maybe to slap some sense into herself. "I'm sorry, I just... You know, it's been a really weird day for me. My emotions are just really raw and all over the place, and I'm really not prepared for this conversation. At all. Do you think we could do this some other time? Like, I dunno, maybe grab a coffee after school or something? I don't drink coffee, I don't like the taste, but you seem like you drink coffee, and I could, you know, get a tea or something, that would be fine, and then, you know, we can chat. About Vic. About you. About you and Vic. And I... Wow, I'm talking really fast right now, aren't I? Yeah, I'm so sorry about that. I, uh, yeah, I have to go. I'm gonna be late for class and, yeah, uhh... Okay, bye!"

Evelyn tore herself away and went scrambling down the hall. The whole time, she was thinking, Oh my god, I just word-vomited all over Christie Gibson! She's gonna think I'm a complete lunatic!

Evelyn tried not to beat herself up too much. So what if you're a little jealous? It's a perfectly natural reaction. You were obsessed with the guy for most of your childhood. He was your first major crush. Of course you're gonna be a little weirded out when he has a new girl in his life... not that you were ever really "the girl" in his...

Something small landed on Evelyn's desk. She glanced up from her algebra homework and saw the purple-and-white wrapper of a Dum Dum lollipop.

Victor Criss gestured toward his peace offering. "Truce?"

"Truce," Evelyn said, giving him a half-smile. She grabbed the lollipop, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into her mouth. The grape ones had always been Evelyn's favorite. She was surprised he remembered that.

Before taking his seat, Victor gave Evelyn a long, hard look up and down. She knew why he was staring (it was the same reason everyone else was staring), but it still made her feel a little embarrassed. Was it too much? Had she gone way overboard this time? Or maybe she just looked silly. Yeah, that was probably it. Vic probably thought she looked like a little kid parading around in his mom's clothes, which were, as Steph Price so kindly pointed out, a size too big for her. She could hardly fill out the bust.

Vic said, "You really went for it this time, didn't you?"

Evelyn scowled at him, the sucker's white stick jutting out from between her lips. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. It's just an observation. Jeez, no need to get all defensive."

"I'm not getting defensive." Evelyn took the candy out of her mouth and shook it at him. "And for your information, I have to dress up, okay? I'm a pillar of the student body. If I don't dress up for spirit week, society as we know it will crumble. It'll be anarchy!"

Vic's eyes rolled dramatically. "You love it..."

"Yeah, so what?" Evelyn put the lollipop back in her mouth, letting the sweet grape flavor coat her tongue. "All right, maybe I do love it... It's actually a lot of fun. It's like every day I get to play a new character."

"Oh, yeah?" said Vic. "So, who are you this time?"

"This time?" Evelyn pushed the candy to the other side of her mouth and thought about it. "Oh, I dunno... I was sorta going for a 'Bond girl' kinda look."

Vic smirked. "Pussy Galore?"

Evelyn gasped. "Victor Criss!" She popped the sucker out and swatted him with it.

"What?" he said. "It's a character!"

"No, it's not... Is it, really?"

"Yeah, it is." When he turned around, his deep brown eyes were smoldering with warmth. "You know, if you're gonna reference something, you should at least know what you're talking about, dum-dum." He bonked her on the head twice with his fist—dum, dum—and Evelyn instantly remembered something he said when they were kids.

Hey, that's cannibalism, you know...

Huh?

A dum-dum eating a Dum Dum... and he bonked her on the head twice, just like that.

Evelyn fixed her hair with a leisurely touch, still lost in the memory. "So, where were you this morning?"

"I had an appointment."

"Oh? What kind of appointment?"

"Just an appointment."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "You know, you can just say you were getting your braces tightened, Vic. It's not like it's a secret you have braces. Everyone knows, and nobody cares."

"Shut up," Vic said amiably. He turned around and flipped open his textbook. "So, did I miss anything this morning?"

"Hm?" Evelyn shook her head. "Oh... no, not really."

But now that Evelyn thought about it, it was a small mercy that Victor Criss had an orthodontist appointment early that morning. If Vic had seen Henry all worked up like he was, well, Evelyn didn't know what would've happened. Nothing good, that's for damn sure.

She leaned onto her elbows and peeked over Vic's shoulder. "Hey, what'd you get for number twenty-three?"

Vic curled his arm over his notebook. "What'd you get for number twenty-three?"

"I dunno... that's why I'm asking you."

"Well, I wanna know what you put first."

"Why? What does that matter?"

"It doesn't matter at all," Vic said, sounding more smug than confident. "I just wanna hear your wrong answer. Then I'll tell you the right one."

Evelyn threw her candy wrapper at him. It hit his shoulder and bounced off. "Oh, you're such a butthead."

Vic's eyes widened in mock outrage. "A butthead?" he said, and shook his head in disapproval. "You know, words hurt, Miss Anti-Bully. Wasn't that the slogan for one of your posters?"

For that, Evelyn gave him a good whop on the shoulder, giggling as she did.

A second later, the door swung open and—"What's up, guys!"—Seth McFadden came strutting into the classroom like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. You could practically hear the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive" playing in the background: "Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk / I'm a woman's man, no time to talk..." His pants were pressed, his shoes were polished, and a gaudy gold chain gleamed between the unbuttoned collar of his red shirt. He did a little spin before coming down the aisle.

Oh Seth, Evelyn thought. You're a decade late, buddy.

She was happy to keep this information to herself, but then Victor Criss, the ever-dependable, said, "That's disco, dipshit."

Seth tripped over his own feet. He went down, then hopped back up. "What was that?"

"You're in the wrong decade," Vic told him. "That's seventies, not sixties."

Seth seemed to ponder this for a second. "Well, it's late sixties," he said, and took his seat. As soon as he spotted Evelyn sitting in her little yellow dress, his jaw dropped. "My goodness, Evelyn, you look gorgeous."

Evelyn smiled. "Thanks, Seth. You're not looking too bad yourself."

"Hey, thanks!" Then, a little more quietly: "You know, we should get a picture together. I left my camera in my locker, but—"

Vic said, "Easy there, Seth."

"What? I just want a picture... you know, for the memories."

"Sure ya do."

Seth puffed out his chest. "Hey, what's your problem, man? You're being more of an asshole than usual today... What, did you get your braces tightened or something?" Evelyn started to snicker when he said this, and Vic threw her an over-the-shoulder glare. Seth went on: "'Cause, you know, you're always extra grumpy after you get your braces tightened. Not that I blame you, of course. I remember when I had braces myself. That shit hurts like hell, man. I feel for you."

"Do you?" said Vic, and by now Evelyn wasn't just snickering—she was doubled over in her chair and cackling like a hyena.

"Oh my god!" she said, positively wheezing. "Oh my god, Seth, I love you so much!"

Vic, however, had no sense of humor.

He observed the idiot Seth McFadden as he giggled along with Evelyn. He let them make their jokes and have their laughs until they eventually tired themselves out. Then, while Seth was drying his eyes, Vic said in a calm, clinical voice, "Seth, I'll see you after school."

Silence.

Then: "Wait, what?"

"You heard me, Seth."

Andrew Davies and Rebecca Hall entered the classroom while arguing over last night's homework. They waved at Seth, but he didn't wave back. His face had paled with terror.

"Yeah, but..." Seth sat up, gripping the edge of his desk, as a small bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. "Hey, I was just joking with you, man. I was giving you a ribbing, just a ribbing. Ev-Evelyn—Hey, Evelyn, help me out here! Tell him I was just kidding!"

Evelyn put her chin on her palm and fought back a smile. "Relax, Seth, he's not gonna do anything."

"See if I won't," Vic muttered, and Evelyn got the giggles again.

That was enough to send Seth McFadden into a full-blown panic. "What? Evelyn! Hey Evelyn, am I about to get my ass kicked? Evelyn? Evelyn? Dude, come on, I've got a perfect streak going here! I was just kidding around, man, really! Aww, come on, please don't kick my ass, Vic. Please. I'll do your homework for a week."

Vic, now moderately annoyed, turned toward him. "Why would I want you doing my homework? You're an imbecile."

More students were coming now. Mr. Grumley walked in with his satchel and said his good-mornings.

Seth ducked down and whispered: "Okay, then I'll... I'll pay you. How's twenty bucks sound?"

"Sounds like I'll be seeing you after school." Vic sealed this declaration with a nod, like he was making a solemn promise.

Seth nearly jumped out of his seat. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

With that, Evelyn had seen enough. She smacked Vic's shoulder and said, "Oh, stop teasing him already."

"I'm not," said Vic, only to be betrayed by his growing smile.

Halfway through Mr. Grumley's lecture, while Seth McFadden was ripping out his hair and counting down the hours until his inevitable ass-whooping, Evelyn tore out a piece of notebook paper and scribbled out a quick message.

You're horrible, the note said.

Vic wrote back: I know.

Seth took off running once the ball rang, his leather loafers squeaking as he stumbled down the hall. Vic watched him go with a smirk, then hung back for a minute while Evelyn gathered up her books.

Vic began confidently: "So, uh, about yesterday..." but as soon as Evelyn looked at him, the words swelled in his throat and choked him. He had to clear his throat a few times. "Well, before things got really weird and awkward, I was actually having a pretty good time."

"Yeah," Evelyn said. "Yeah, me too."

Vic pushed some of his hair back. "So, uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is, if you ever wanna come over and listen to music after school, I would not object to that..."

Evelyn blinked twice. "Really?" she said in a quiet, disbelieving voice. "So I can come over whenever I want?"

"Well, you gotta call first... 'cause, you know, I need at least a day's warning to mentally prepare for you."

Evelyn blushed and looked down at her feet. "You make me sound like a storm or something."

Hurricane Evelyn. Brace yourselves, folks, this one's gonna be a doozy.

"I mean, yeah," Vic said, as a tiny smile crept up the side of his face, "yeah, you kinda are."

Then he pushed his palm against her desk and sort of leaned into her. That's when Evelyn caught a whiff of that smell again—the spicy, skunky smell of cannabis leaves. Evelyn thought she was getting used to it, but now the smell was making her feel sicker than ever. And with this sickness came a new thought. It landed on her shoulder like a gnat and started buzzing in her ear: They smoke together in his room, don't they? He and Christie Gibson smoke and listen to music and do God knows what else in that room...with the condoms he has in his drawer...

Evelyn flicked the thought away, because it was small and annoying and wrong. She wasn't about to spoil this moment with childish jealousy. Instead, she smiled and said, "So, what, are we actually friends now?"

Her question made Vic chuckle, but there was very little humor in it. In fact, Evelyn thought it sounded a little sad.

"We were always friends," Vic said, and he gave her a little pat on the arm, hitting without realizing the exact spot where Henry had grabbed Evelyn this morning—the tender spot that would develop into a mighty fine bruise, or so it had seemed the last time Evelyn checked. She winced when he touched it, but tried not to show it on her face.

Vic went out. "Goodbye, Miss Moneypenny."

It took a few seconds for Evelyn to catch on. "Wait, is that...? Is that another Bond character?"

She raced out into the hallway and spotted Vic's green military jacket in a vast sea of color. He was too far away for Evelyn's voice to reach him, but she decided that was okay. Evelyn finally understood the joke. It didn't matter if Vic ever knew she did.

She laid her head against the doorframe. Friends, huh? Man, I never thought I'd be so happy to hear that word come out of his mouth.

And Evelyn was happy—truly, sincerely happy. Two years ago, that probably would have been a big, fat lie. Friendship wouldn't have been enough for her. But now it was more than enough. Now, it was perfectly fine. Better than fine. It was...

"The most amazing idea you've ever heard in your life!" Evelyn said, getting swept up in her own excitement.

In front of her lay a half-eaten cheeseburger and a giant mound of shoe-string fries. She caught Lenny sneaking a few strings while she was talking. After a while, she gave up and slid the tray over to him. It was hard to eat and pitch an idea at the same time, anyway.

"Seriously, Paul, just hear me out, okay? Imagine two kids bullying this little wimpy kid, okay? They're teasing him, calling him—I dunno—like four-eyes and pizza-face."

"Pizza-face?" Paul interrupted. "That's the best you can come up with?"

"It's just an example!" Evelyn stopped and took a quick swig of her milk. All this talking was drying out her throat. "Anyway, so imagine they're teasing this poor, defenseless kid, and nobody's coming to help him, right? You still with me?" Paul nodded while chewing his burger. "Well, just when it seems like all hope is lost, the doors whip open—WHAM!—and Darth Vader enters the gymnasium. Everyone's like, 'Oh my god, it's Darth Vader!' Like nobody sees this coming, right? It's a huge surprise! And then he does his little, you know, the little strangle-thing—"

"The Force choke."

"Huh?"

"It's called the Force choke, Evelyn. Get it right."

"Okay, fine, sorry. So he does his little Force choke, okay, and then he says his signature line—"

"Luke, I am your father..."

"What? No, shut up, Lenny!"

"Well, that is his signature line."

"Well, technically, it's: No, I am your father..."

"Right, that's true. My bad, dude, I totally misquoted."

"Dude, everyone does."

"Good movies, though."

"Great movies. Like, nothing in our lifetime will ever compare."

"Dude, they may be the greatest movies of all time."

"I know! Like, nothing else even comes close!"

Evelyn waved her hand to get their attention. "Can you two come back to Earth, please? Just for a second? When we're done here, you can go back to your galaxy far, far away, okay? Paul, what do you think of the skit idea?"

"The skit? Oh, I think it's a great idea."

Evelyn's face lit up. "Really?"

"Mhm. Just one problem, though."

"What?"

"You need to find a new Vader because I'm sure as hell not doing it."

Evelyn let out a loud, distressed moan and collapsed face-first onto the table, as if she had finally given up on life. Hannah-Beth calmly moved her lunchbox out of the way, then went back to eating her tuna salad sandwich. She really enjoyed lunch with her friends. It was always so entertaining.

"Oh, come on, why not?" Evelyn said after pulling herself up. "Nobody will even know it's you!"

"Oh, they'll know," Paul told her. "They always end up figuring it out. And when they do, they're gonna take my lightsaber—the lightsaber I made with my own two hands, Evelyn—and they're gonna shove it right up my..."

Seth McFadden came to their table with tears in his eyes. He put his hands on Paul and Lenny's shoulders and started blubbering like an idiot. "I just wanna say it's been a real pleasure getting to know you guys this year. We've had a lot of laughs, and a lot of smiles, and I'm truly proud to call you all my friends."

Paul's face twisted into an expression of befuddled horror. "What is happening?"

Lenny said, "Dude, I don't even know who this is," and wiggled himself free of Seth's grasp.

"His name's Seth McFadden," Evelyn told Lenny. "He's a junior, and I think he's saying his last goodbyes to everyone."

Meanwhile, Seth McFadden departed their table with a sniff and moved on to a group of freshmen. The teenage girls were rightfully disturbed by Seth's sappy spiel. One girl lurched away from him and said, "Dude, you're creeping us out. Go away!"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. Boy, he was really pulling out the dramatics with this one. "Victor Criss said he's gonna kick his ass after school."

Paul winced like he had just taken a punch to the gut. "Oh, no... the streak finally ends, huh?" To honor this, he and Lenny gave Seth a round of applause; then Paul hollered: "Hey, you got nothing to be ashamed of, McFadden! Four years is a solid run, man, real solid run. Keep your chin up, buddy!"

Seth put his hand on his chest, grateful for their praise. Then lunch resumed and Lenny went back to eating Evelyn's fries.

"Tough luck having your streak end with Criss, though," he said. "What'd he do to piss him off?"

Evelyn said, "He talked about his braces."

"Well, that'll do it."

Paul nodded. "Yeah, that was a dumbass move on his part. Vic's pretty easy to avoid if you're careful enough, but if you somehow manage to land on his bad side, well, look out. He's not a power-puncher like Bowers, but boy, is he precise. Seth's gonna be feeling that one for a while."

"Dude, you have no idea," Lenny said. "Last time I pissed off Criss, he hit me right in the kidney. I was pissing blood for days. I seriously thought I was gonna die."

Evelyn looked at Hannah-Beth, who was quietly eating her lunch. "Was your last school this ridiculous?"

Hannah-Beth giggled with her hand over her mouth because she was still chewing. She swallowed her food and shook her head. "No, my last school was really boring. This is way better."

Evelyn smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess it's not so bad."

The past two weeks had been really stressful and tense, but now it felt like things were slowly getting back to normal. This was evident as Evelyn gazed around the crowded cafeteria. It was like a carnival out there—a wacky, wild, wonderful carnival. Seth McFadden was going around making a fool of himself. ("We've had a lot of laughs, and a lot of smiles, and I'm truly proud to call you all my friends.") Scott Kellerman was on his feet and singing "Barbara Ann" to the one girl in school named Barbara. She was a senior and her boyfriend was the quarterback of the football team, but neither of them seemed to mind as they watched the sophomore boy sing and dance his little heart out. They were even kind enough to applaud when he was finished. "Now beat it, geek," her boyfriend said afterward, and Scott hauled ass back to his table.

Jake Newham was sitting with his friends and looking awfully dapper in his sweater and tie, his hair gleaming (and likely rather greasy) from the pomade he'd combed into his hair. Hannah-Beth said he looked like a young John F. Kennedy. Evelyn couldn't entirely disagree.

And to think there was a time when all I wanted was to be his Jackie O. Well, now look at me.

Evelyn nudged Hannah-Beth's arm. "Is she here?"

"Who?"

"You know who."

"Oh, Manda Bosch? Again? Evie, you gotta let this go. It's beyond obsession at this point." Hannah-Beth grabbed a carrot stick out of her snack bag and nibbled on it. "Besides, what are you gonna do if you find her? Do you really think you'll be able to look her in the eye and ask her what happened?"

"Probably not," Evelyn admitted, ashamed. She ducked down a little and said, "Is he still looking over here?"

Hannah-Beth glanced discreetly to the right, to where Henry Bowers was sitting with his back against the wall, and she saw something that made her heart leap into her throat. She whipped back around, her eyes bulging with fright, and said, "Okay, umm, you're about to have some company."

"What do you mean?" Evelyn asked, as the chair beside her groaned against the floor.

Then Paul Colborne said in a nervous, drawn-out voice, "Can we help you?"

______________________

PREV // CURRENT // NEXT

#it fanfiction #henry bowers #henry bowers fanfiction #patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter fanfiction #victor criss #vic criss #belch huggins #bowers gang #it chapter one #it chapter two #it 2017 #paper men

25 notes · View notes

ratsoh-writes · 2 years

Text

Masterlist 22

(****)= suggestive

general

SO draws him

why are you bald? (ot ut hs gt)

would he move in with SO or have them move with him?

horny bat lol (all)

SO breaks up with him because they are falling for his bro

SO brings home a stray kitten (uf hf snipe boss)

what represents them (all)

first kiss (ot dt ft)

SO accidentally bonks skeleton on the head

weapon of choice (uf hf sf fsr fsg lf)

SOs sketchbook has them in it (fsg fsr ot)

they catch SO singing and dancing (gt fsg nt lf ls)

they jumpscare SO and SO faints (wine mal lush pepper charm)

talking about their underground

favorite and most hated food (fsr sf mt)

favorite part of the surface (fsr sf mt)

funny rumors they believed about humans (fsr sf)

food combinations that gross them out (fsr sf mt)

summer outfits (fsr mt sf)

helping SO pick out lingerie (sans ls gt uf)****

SO burns themselves a little

SO makes them a mixtape (ut dt ul)

SO is a parent child

plushies (willow sugar winnie pop wine rust honey rosemary)

whispering skellies name in their sleep (lf gt ls nt fsg)

family pictures (fsg don and madame)

SO pulls a hit and run (lord mal wine ace lilac star)

what makes them laugh hard

SO donates to charity

flirty song****

SO kisses their soul******

SO can write as fast as they can talk (sans cash snipe green)

self care

SO has high intelligence and low wisdom (ut gt ot)

friend likes shoulder bonks (bruiser slim lush wine)

Papyri speeches on their bros wedding

sanses speeches on their bros wedding

they find abandoned puppies (ul ls lf)

SO is a troll

SO gets turned into a stuffed animal

friend breaks glass and is a mess (green rust basil cash)

SO played weird games as a kid (ut uf)

Worldbuilding

BIRTHDAYS (all)

oops babies

what they're like preggers (all)

original nomad royals

LOVE LANGUAGES UPDATED

interactions and poly hcs

boys opinion on nomad monsters (dt fsg lf hs ms)

slim and honey poly

sf fsr and mt

best choices for a poly with bruiser

side characters

winnies besties

jezebel and lustfell gaster

Mr, corgi

The Mafias

lies bruiser and snipe believed as kids

giving them a flower crown

SO has medusa powers

if butch had lv sickness

roulette spice***

SO kisses their soul*****

Lustfell

peppers salon

Farmtale

winters

Fellswap

childhood hcs

backstory

Nomadtale

childhood hcs

opinions on axolotls

strengths and weaknesses

swapfell

why mal likes pickle juice

Undertale

childhood hcs

#masterpost #masterlist

28 notes · View notes

vneuns · 3 years

Note

You wouldn't mind me dropping a request on ya right?

Do u write for the boo? If yes I have a prompt.

Ranboo and reader sitting on top of Ranboo's SUV/car/truck (which ever) stargazing while parked in an open field with the doors open and the radio cut up loud enough that they can hear it.

me, you, and the moon !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > c!ranboo x gn!reader ( platonic ! )

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.6k

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > none just fluff

... absolutely adore mr. boo ty for this cute ass request i absolutely loved writing it. i write for most of the mcyts but i haven’t watched all of them so if you request someone i haven’t watched yet i’ll watch them but you’ll have to give me time <3

“you have the picnic basket right?” You nodded showing your best friend the basket that was in your hand. “okay now we need…” he trailed off running down the hallway to do something. “boo calm down.” you chuckled with an eye roll when he came running back down in the hallway a blanket in hand.

“i just want everything to be perfect.” a smile crep its way onto your face as you went to stand right in front of the tall boy in front of you. “and it will. but only if you chill out.” your hands made their way to his shoulders relaxing the tension in them.

“now let’s go before i decide i’d prefer to be in my bed then going out in the middle of the night to watch the stars.”

you got out the car picnic basket and blanket in hand as ranboo stayed in the car to mess with the radio. this was the first time the two of you had been able to have some time to yourselves since the fight in l’manburg.

it was rans’ idea to get out the town after the big fight. just the two of you. no one bothering you or him.

it was refreshing, more than you had thought to be honest. you had told him it was a bad idea and that everyone would come looking for you but he had reassured you multiple times that, that wasn’t the case and he had someone who owed him covering for you two.

“god i missed being able to walk up a hill and going to see the moon every night.” you thought out loud as you placed the picnic basket on the floor and layed the blanket over the car hood.

“yeah well we’ll be able to go back to our old life sooner or later.” boo spoke getting out the car after rolling down the windows so you’d be able to hear the car radio.

“how do you know that? how do you know the second we step back into that god forsaken land they won’t chop our heads off?” the red and green eyes boy ran his fingers through his hair something he tended to do when he was stressed.

“i just do okay? just trust me on that alright?” he titled his head at you watching as you lifted your weight up onto the cars hood. “okay.” you sighed deciding it wasn’t worth it to go back and forth on something that was up to fate.

you always trusted your best friend. why wouldn’t you? he was the one who found you in the nether hidding from a group of skelly pigs. you trusted him with your life because he had already saved it.

you leaned down grabbing the picnic basket that was on the floor in between you and him. attempting to fill the silence between the two of you despite the low hum of the radio he spoke up. “wanna learn about the big dipper?”

you looked up at him through your eyebrows licking over your lips before chuckling. ranboo smiled to himself helping you get out the food from the basket.

it was an inside joke absolutely no one else knew about. it was your first time staying with boo after he saved you and he was doing everything in his power to make you comfortable and the first thing that came to mind when eating dinner together was the big dipper.

after eating and drinking everything that you had packed you laid down your head on ranboos’ chest as he pointed out all the stars in the sky frank sinatra playing lightly in the background.

“y/n?” your best friend whispered softly when he felt your breathing becoming slower signaling you were minutes from falling asleep.

you hummed letting him know you were still up. “i love you.” he kissed the top of your head running his thumb up and down you’re forearm.

“i know you do bozo.”

#ranboo x reader #c!random x reader #mcyts #ranboo #ranboo x gn!reader #ranboo x fem!reader #minecraft youtubers #ranboo x tubbo #quackity #dream #georgenotfound #sapnap #karl #karl jacobs #corpse #corpse husband #chers writing #mcyt x reader #dream smp

270 notes · View notes

haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

Note

OK, here we go! With the sleleboys from the main AUs, how easy is it for S/O to fluster them, maybe ranked least to most?

Let's go with all of them. It starts with the easiest to fluster to the more difficult ones.

1. Horrorswap Papyrus - Dude, you just smiled at him, he can't take it anymore.

2. Farmtale Papyrus - Ben is very very shy. Talking to him, even if you ask for eggs, can make him fluster because he's scared he's anwering poorly.

3. Underswap Papyrus - Dude, you just have to stare at him more than five seconds and he doesn't know how to talk anymore.

4. Error - It happens all the time. When he is angry, upset, sad, in love, happy, ... He hates when people noticed, but he's so easy to fluster. Why do you think Ink loves to tease him so much?

5. Horrortale Papyrus - He has no control over his feelings and yes, sometimes he can just fluster because he thought of something you said to him two hours ago and he can't get over it.

6. Dancefell Papyrus - He's a dramaqueen, what did you expect? Pretty much anything can make him fluster for no reason, especially teasing, kissing, dancing, saying yes to record a video with him...

7. Dancetale Papyrus - He's a crying baby and he can get so overwhelmed for nothing. Of course he can be flustered for absolutely no reason, it's happening all the time.

8. Dancefell Sans - Rumba tries to be brave boy but he's not as resistant as the other Fell Sans. Though, he is as horny as the others.

9. Underfell Sans - He's a tsundere. When he is upset and knows you are right, he blushes. That's an automatic answer to his problems. And when it's not that, he's just horny all the god damn time. He's pretty easy to fluster even if he would probably hate you noticed.

10. Horrorfell Sans - He has a little more control than Red, but he's still a tsundere deep inside his soul.

11. Dancetale Sans - Rambo is pretty easy to fluster. He loves teasing, but if you tease back, he can't take it and becomes blue. Coward.

12. Mafiafell Sans - Fangs can be flustered only when it gets suggestive or when he is angry. Other than that, he's pretty good at keeping the appearance.

13. Outertale Sans - When people laugh at his jokes, he is so flustered all the time, because he is so used to people growling at him he doesn't think he is that funny anymore, and now you just prove him he's wrong.

14. Ink - He's kinda neutral. He can blushes for no reason just like expressing no feeling at all. It depends of his vials and his actual mood. He's more a chaotic goblin than a lover, you know. But when he likes someone, he can fluster really hard when he's giving gifts.

15. Undertale Sans - It takes a long time, he needs to feel comfortable first. But man, once you know him, you just have to take him by surprise and he becomes so blue. Though he learns quick, so he's a middle one.

16. Mafiafell Papyrus - He's usually good at keeping his feelings and it's hard to fluster him. Though, when you're embarrassing him, kissing him or pointing he did something the wrong way, he becomes so red. Though it never last long, he prefers to hide away while he is cringing.

17. Undertale Papyrus - He's actually pretty hard to fluster. Papyrus is planning everything all the time so it's rare when something is flustering him. Though, he has a problem with naked human bodies. It will never fail to make him bright orange.

18. Disbelief Papyrus - Like his younger self, but with a little more control, since he has more experience with naked humans bodies now.

19. Outertale Papyrus - Pretty much like classic Papyrus, he's good at controling his feelings, but old ladies being nice to him and praising him can kill Sun.

20. Horrorfell Papyrus - Sometimes, he is a bit slow to understand romantic things, but oh boy, when he understands... You're in for a big tomato skeleton.

21. Underfell Papyrus - He has a good self-control, but surprised genuine compliments are the death of him and his perfect tomato skelly face. Other than that, he's hiding everything very well.

22. Swapfell Sans - A bit like Edge, but with more self control. Nox is very difficult to impress in normal time, and even more for romantic purposes. Though, a nice poem can do. Only if it's perfect or he will correct it.

23. Swapfell Papyrus - The man has no shame of anything. But he has a weakness : chicken mc nuggets. Genuine nuggets for no reason might kill him. Other than that, it can be really hard to get any reaction from him, he can't take things seriously.

24. Mafiatale Sans - The only times he flusters are when he's failing a magic trick, which is happening pretty often.

25. Dustale Sans - Dude, he doesn't even know what a feeling is, what are you even trying to say to him?

26. Horrortale Sans - He's almost impossible to fluster. Oak has only two expressions : the calm/smiley/happy one and the "i'm going to destroy everything and then pout". There's no in between. Though, making food for him out of nowhere is getting him everytime.

27. Underswap Sans - He's one of the difficult one. He is usually the one who is doing the teasing to fluster. Though, he can be tricked with romantic surprised meetings or when he is embarrassed in public.

28. Horrorswap Sans - Same than Blue, but a little colder. Nugget needs a very long time to trust people, and even more time to shyly smile at them, so it's going to be a long run to fluster him.

29. Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper doesn't care about anything or anyone but his job, he doesn't have time for this. So yeah, he's not very good at being flustered.

30. Farmtale Sans - He's probably the most difficult one. He doesn't understand hidden messages and he prefers to concentrate on his work than playing with his S/O. He can get upset when he doesn't understand something too.

38 notes · View notes

janeelyakiri · 2 years

Note

I'm in a snuggly mood. What is your boys' favorite way to cuddle/snuggle position.

Macaw- He likes being used like a pillow. He is soft and warm, and it lets him pet his mate's head.

Lupo- Big spoon, with his mate cocooned in blankets for maximum comfort.

Falcon- His mate pulled to his side, hand on their hip. In bed he loves snuggling face to face so he can see his Mate and if they're happy/relaxed or not. And so they can see just how soft they make him, their teddy bear of a skeleton~

Jackal- He likes having his mate on his lap. Yes he knows this is a business meeting. Yes he's aware he's getting looks. His mate is perfect and comfortable he is not going to disturb them. In bed he likes being the big spoon, with his hands over his mate's chest- because soul location.

Jay- He likes to snuggle up behind his mate. Arms wrapped around them securely and nuzzling into the crook of their neck.

Fox- He loves being the little spoon. But also likes just, laying down with some distance and simply holding hands, when he's a bit too overwhelmed.

Crow-ANY. Big spoon? He'll try! Little spoon? Yes he'll be a teddy bear. He loves to snuggle, feel warm and loved. It'll be on his mate to instigate it at first till he's over being flustered, but eventually they might just find themself sitting somewhere then suddenly a skeleton slipping under their arm, demanding snuggles.

Hound- He'll flop onto his mate and want headpats. He'll wander up behind and wrap them in his arms, resting his chin on their head and purring. Pull them over to snuggle with him on the couch.

Vulture- He likes to be a pillow, or if his mate is small enough, a bed. Sometimes when he's in a mood though he curls around them protectively and does his deep rumble purr. His mate, safe mate~

Hyena- Also likes cocooning his mate in fluffy warm blankets! Then snuggling them in a tight hug. Then all the skelly kisses! Nyeeheehee!

Robin- With his mate sandwiched between him and his brother. Less chance of escape.

Dingo- Same as Robin, but also will hold them like a stuffed toy and carry them around during the day. A raspy, deep, happy purr rumbling from him.

#kertneyk #snuggle tiem #macaw!sans #lupo!papyrus #falcon!sans #jackal!papyrus #jay!sans #fox!papyrus #crow!sans #hound!papyrus #vulture!sans #hyena!papyrus #robin!sans #dingo!papyrus #jackal also likes sitting in a big recliner by a fire place #reading a book with his mate snuggled up with him #asking bone bois

15 notes · View notes

sexy-monster-fucker · 4 years

Text

The V Card

NSFW Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

requested by anon: Imagine the female reader losing her virginity to Venom

requested by anon: I was wondering if you could write a Venom x Vrigin!Reader smut please? Like him being as careful and gentle as possible so he wouldn’t hurt her and just fluffy smut all around. I live your writing btw. Thanks ❤️

author’s note: this has been in my drafts since 2018, sorry if there’s spelling errors it’s 3 in the morning

~~~

You sat on Eddie’s couch, he ran his fingers through your hair while his plump lips attached to yours.

You had been dating Eddie for a little over a month now. You felt that you both knew everything about each other which was not uncommon under the circumstances you two met. You were getting robbed in the subway one night. You tossed back and forth with the man. He threw punches at you and finally pulled a knife out on you. He had it pressed into your side making a small indention in your skin. You screamed for help that you knew would not come. Eddie and Venom saved you that night. Slamming the man into a wall completely on the other side of the subway. He took you home with him and took care of your wound. You started seeing each other shortly after that.

Eddie’s hand rested on your exposed thigh. He gripped your skin firmly. He continued kissing you passionately, his grip stiffening with each kiss. Eddie’s lips began venturing to your neck. He began to suck on your soft skin. You groaned quietly at him. You felt Eddie smile with your noises. You felt embarrassment pool in your stomach. You had never done anything like this with anyone. You knew tonight was the night. You felt a slight sense of fear wash over you.

“E-Eddie?”

“Yes, princess,” he looked up at you. “I-I’ve never done anything like this with someone before. I-I know I mentioned it before, but I-I just want you to know that I’m new t-to this stuff,” your cheeks flooded with heat. Eddie held your cheek in his hand, “I know, princess. I would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with. I would never hurt you. If you wanna stop we will.” He looked at you with understanding eyes. You swallowed the fear in your throat, “N-No. I want to, Eds.” Eddie smiled a goofy grin at you, “You sure?” You nodded innocently. Eddie licked his lips, “Mmm, princess. I promise I will be as gentle as possible. If it gets to be too much, tell me. Promise?” You nodded once more. Eddie once again began kissing your neck, this time sucking on it slightly. You could feel tiny purple spots appearing under his kisses. You squeaked under him grabbing his attention. “Keep going,” you reassured. Eddie smiled, one of his hands ran up your side and rested on your breast. He squeezed it in his massive hand. You were tender, but his touch felt like heaven to you.

Eddie began to shift your body, resting your back onto the couch. He towered on top of you. His hands began to stumble with the button on your shorts. You felt your body shiver slightly. Eddie noticed and stopped his hands, “Is this okay?” You took his hands in yours and placed them back to your button, “Of course.” He got your shorts undone and unzipped, he removed them off of you slowly. He stared at the little lace panties that decorated your bottom half. His fingers found their way to the elastic around your waist. He tugged at it slightly, not quite letting his fingers venture down. He exhaled loudly in arousal. He was holding himself back and you knew that. He was hesitating to touch you. You arched your hips, catching him by surprise. His eyes shot up at you. “Eddie, I promise if it’s too much I will tell you. Have fun,” you grinned. Eddie looked back down at the lace covering the part of you he was longing for. He smiled to himself with a chuckle coming with it. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips. His ran his hand down the front of your panties, he felt your warmth and practically growled. He rested his lips close to your ear his hand lingering inches from where you were wanting them to be, “I hope you are ready for this.” He placed a finger inside you, you called out to him loudly. He smiled hearing his name leave your lips. He pumped his finger slowly. He enjoyed watching you squirm with each small movement he made. He kissed your skin tenderly. He picked up speed a little, arching his fingers inside you. You moaned loudly with the change. “I promise, I won’t hurt you,” Eddie moaned in your ear. You could tell he was enjoying having you in his hands. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to make you feel safe and cared for. Eddie panted in your ear. Your noises were driving him crazy.

You grabbed Eddie by the wrist. Eddie’s eyes became large with fear. “D-Did I do something wrong,” he questioned. You ran your hand through his hair, “Take me to your bedroom, Eddie. Have your way with me.” Eddie exhaled loudly, a smile painting his face. “Whatever you say, princess,” he picked you up swiftly and carried you to his bedroom. He wasted no time. He laid you down and began to undress in front of you. “Take off your top for me,” he lightly demanded. You could see Eddie watching you with animalistic eyes. You took your top off slowly, teasing him. You breasts bounced inside the bra you wore as you removed your shirt. Eddie licked his lips watching you. You began removing your bra, tossing it to the floor. Eddie stared at you. He was still wearing his boxers as he towered over you, his bulge hid from no one. Eddie inched toward you until he was directly in front of you. You rested your hands on his stomach. He groaned at your cold hands on his skin. You ran your hands down his body, resting them on his arousal. He moaned your name under his breath. You wrapped your hands around his hard member and tugged at it through the fabric. “Fuck. Fuck,” he repeated with each of your motions. A part of his blue boxers became a darker shade as a slight bit of precum leaked out of him. Eddie grabbed your hands and removed them, “I can’t wait any longer.” He pulled down his boxers, his hard cock smacking him in the stomach precum spilling onto his skin. He dropped his boxers to the floor. He got on top of you, pushing you into the soft mattress. His cock rested on your stomach. His chest pressed against yours firmly as he kissed you. You dug your fingers into his back, he grunted at your touch. He kissed your neck again, “Are you ready?” You kissed him, “Yes, Eds.”

He positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly entered you, you cried out loudly for him. Eddie groaned, your name escaping his lips in return. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned. He moved himself inside you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. You dug your fingers into his skin. He picked up pace. Your skin began making loud smacking sounds. “Princess,” Eddie moaned. “Yes, Eddie?” “I hope you don’t mind... he wants to take over for a minute,” Eddie groaned. You nodded. Your eyes widened as Eddie transformed right in front of you. “Hello, princess,” Venom snarled at you. You smiled, “Hey, V.” Venom continued in the same fashion as Eddie, slowly moving inside you. Venom licked up your exposed body, his tongue hitting you in all the right spots. You moaned, “Venom.” Venom grinned a heinous grin above you. “So, if I heard correctly, this is your first time mating with someone? I’ll make sure to be extra careful with you, baby,” Venom groaned. He began to move faster than Eddie had, his cock being much larger now. You could feel him hitting certain places inside you. You gripped Venom’s massive arms for support, you nails digging into him. Venom smiled down at you, “Am I doing that well?” You nodded breathlessly. You could feel your orgasm pooling in your stomach. “V-V, I’m about to finish,” you moaned. He snarled, “Good.” Venom picked up his pace slightly hoping to help you finish. You felt your orgasm rip through you. You clenched around Venom, he moaned. “M-My work is done here,” Venom disappeared before you. Eddie returned covered in sweat. He leaned down and kissed you, still pounding his hips into you. He was riding the waves of your orgasm. You were shaking below him. You held the back of his neck as he continued to fuck you. You could feel Eddie throbbing inside you, his breath became sharper. “I-I’m about to cum, baby girl,” Eddie moaned in your ear. You were breathing heavy under him. “Cum inside me, Ed,” you groaned not wanting him to pull out yet. Eddie smiled at you. He spilled inside you, filling you full of his warmth. Eddie still moved inside you, slowing his motions until he was finished. He spilled out of you. “T-That- Y-You’re perfect,” Eddie spoke with a shaky breath. He pulled himself out and walked over to his bathroom to get a towel to clean you both off with. He wiped himself off, then cleaned you. He laid on the bed next to you, pulling you into this embrace. He kissed your forehead.

“Eddie?”

“Yes, princess,” he spoke soft. “That was... amazing. It was better than anything I could’ve imagined,” you kissed him. He held you tight.

[END]

~~~

[Tags]

@odetteacanto ~ @chasecharmer ~ @gliderbudgie ~ @ihaveaseriousclownproblem ~ @melancholy-applesauce ~ @katnisswa ~ @true-king-of-monsters ~ @tastemybuns ~ @ashycole~ @raposinhachan ~ @weebiemo ~ @syiamorea ~ @danielsbransonx~ @haurashaave ~ @kurochan3 ~ @skrilltia ~ @cutebutpsycho83 ~ @mai-sun-and-stars ~ @lucacangettathisass ~ @mababees ~ @bossyboyd03 ~ @more-than-a-little-sinister ~ @its-sexy-beastington-to-you ~ @emi-leigh16 ~ @sir-skelly ~ @kittywillcutyou ~ @centerhabit ~ @that-mom-friend ~ @lil-brown-furred-boi ~ @thirsty-venom-posts ~ @itaddict ~ @peculiar-monstar ~ @grotesquegabby ~ @sylinica ~ @mccrps ~ @hopelessdisasterr ~ @sarasxe ~ @deaths-maiden ~ @magicaldoremimimi ~ @venomsprincess ~ @sebastianmichaelisthedevilwith ~ @gae-artss ~ @piinkitydrinkity ~ @wintar1234534 ~ @kiratsuyoshi ~ @forgets-me-nots-blue ~ @legoticatrevosa ~ @grand-fanfic-ing-central ~ @therealautobotgirl ~ @raginghealer ~ @avaeda ~ @xcasiferx ~ @goth-pigeon~ @pale-butterfly ~ @abigfanofyours ~ @red-writer13 ~ @meganthemug~ @winterwendig0 ~ @nicimixerxoxo ~ @fandomtrashgoddess~ @cinnabearice ~ @moose-squirrel-asstiel~ @caughtyoulackin ~ @ellar21 ~ @snow-massacre ~ @iliketurtles1022~ @crazyfreckledginger ~ @impossiblepickleherringsoul ~ @roman-reigns-princess ~ @sincerelysinister ~ @hey-its-caroline ~ @torntaltos ~ @izzyd ~ @siliethkaijuy ~ @killercatastrophe ~ @tattoedgipsybunny ~ @orphan-kilig ~ @sassysergeant ~ @kellendriaaa ~ @mrshiddlescumberbatchlove ~ @undertaleandotherfandomlover ~ @bijou-pomme ~ @allkundsofwrong ~ @bloody-jinxx ~ @skywolf-kink-boy ~ @rueinn ~ @skatedate67791 ~ @the-sea-hawk ~ @pendent123 ~ @emmamikaelson95 ~ @markusstraya ~ @tifablog ~ @im-marie-poppins-yall ~ @lets-venom-and-chocolate ~ @homeiswheremykittyis ~ @taliarozlyn ~ @douchecrypt ~ @sierra884-blog-blog ~ @abundant-chaos ~ @chanderefk ~ @majestic-kpoppanda ~ @symbiote-queen ~ @thirstyforvenom ~ @starguardian319 ~ @shadeyenora ~ @brokenpizzapiez ~ @marvelfangirllll ~ @waltz707 ~ @cherubclover ~ @cosmic–dragon ~ @midnightwritingrussiancoffee ~ @vengealis ~ @majestic-kpoppanda ~ @izzy-the-ginger ~ @cryalluwant2idc ~ @weirdfuckingtrainwreck~ @cart-disguised-as-a-buggy ~ @jaxcliffaconda ~ @ceylon-morphe286 ~ @war-and-chaos ~ @captaindrholmes ~ @xsmallplum ~ @sinningsummers ~ @nmagawida ~ @baoxiii ~ @strawberrysuperhero ~ @queen-of-eggyolks ~ @that-one-smart-american ~ @seachelle-the-tideborn ~ @pennysgirl ~ @richietoaster ~ @whitestar-16 ~ @omg-the-nutella-queen ~ @that-one-smart-american ~ @cosmic–dragon ~ @shaderwaii ~ @yangfire08 ~ @raceylacy ~ @emo-kitty-love ~ @sadboysclub11 ~ @mawkishmondays ~ @sthorkronstrangy ~ @bokchoishota ~ @voyagestothestars ~ @the-lululemon~ @bear-rose123 ~ @mynahx3 ~ @alli-cat99 ~ @onebymanynames ~ @hebambi555 ~ @cassiopeia-barrow ~ @alledeglyfunny ~ @roryshitposts~ @x6-15 ~ @alex–awesome–22 ~ @deepdarkvoidchild ~ @nickyl316h ~ @nomajdetective ~ @randomshizzles101 ~ @fillechatoyante ~ @venoms-cave~ @shadymegan ~ @ultrasparkledeath ~ @infinitytheproxy3 ~ @whitestar-16 ~ @coralineexz ~ @i-like-dark-stuff ~ @missotaku34 ~ @momostuffsblog ~ @crazyminnesotagirl ~ @the-cake-isnt-a-lie ~ @sebastianstanslefteyebrow ~ @fosterthe-peter ~

\\ If you no longer want to be tagged in my Venom x Reader Fics, please do let me know. Or if you would like to be tagged in future posts, let me know! //

#venom x reader #venom #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom 2018 #tom hardy #venom smut #mcu #marvel

605 notes · View notes