#ahhh stoop

[milffrin]

you'll imagine the party taking care of a sadness infestation on a beach and taking advantage of the fact the area is fully evacuated to have a relaxing beach day. bonus casual nudity: odile strips down and gets some sun

[cbc-bb]

studio buds

[moonstruckme]

One of my favorite little details about your poly!marauders works is how fit and strong James is, especially with how often, and how easily, he picks up or carries around y/n. Could I request a fic with the four of them but he gives the same treatment to his boys as well for whatever reason? Both sounding so exasperated but secretly loving every second of it because they love their sweet strong boy so much and love being babied as well? 🥺

Ahhh yes I can't believe I haven't done this more! It will definitely have to become more common in the poly marauders drabbles, thanks angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 670 words

By the time the credits roll, you’re all drifting off. Sirius’ eyelids are drooping where his head rests on your chest; Remus is snoring softly on James’ shoulder. You and James share a fond look as you turn off the telly. 

You sit in silence for a few moments, your sitting room dark but for the orange glow of streetlights coming in through the window. Unwilling to end the peaceful night. 

“Alright,” James sighs after a moment, worming his arms underneath Remus’ legs and torso. Remus begins to rouse as he does, but he’s in the air before he catches onto what’s happening, hoisted up against James’ chest. 

He makes a sleepy, demurring sound. 

“You’re alright,” James reassures him in a soft voice. Your heart thumps, smitten. “We’re only going to bed.” 

Remus mumbles something like, “You don’t have to…” 

James shushes him. Remus is easily mollified, letting his head settle in the crook of James’ neck as he’s carried down the hall. You watch them go with a warm, goopy feeling in your chest and a tickle of amusement at your own fascination with the way James’ arm looks hooked under your boyfriend’s knees. 

You coil a piece of Sirius’ hair around your finger absently. “That was rather fit,” you murmur to him, “wasn’t it?” 

You could swear Sirius’ breathing evens out only just then. His head weighs heavier on your chest. 

You give a soft laugh. “Fraud,” you whisper. 

Sirius begins to snore. 

You sigh. “James,” you call quietly. 

No answer. 

“James.”  

Heavy but considerate footsteps sound in the hall. “Hm?” he asks as he peers around the corner. His expression softens when he sees Sirius. “Oh.” 

“I’m trapped,” you say. 

“I can see that. Never fear, I’ll rescue you.” James stoops, lifting Sirius as he had Remus. Sirius puts on a very good show of acting groggy, nuzzling James’ shirt a little as he turns into his chest. 

James smiles. You see his thumb sweep over Sirius’ shoulder. “I’ve got you, love,” he promises. 

You snort, and he gives you a funny look, but you know you see Sirius’ lips twitch before he’s taken down the hall. 

You consider feigning sleep yourself for a handful of moments. It probably wouldn’t be very convincing, but you think James would likely play along anyway. In the end, he comes back to the sitting room without prompting, giving you a puzzled look. 

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” he asks. 

You wet your lips, shy but unable to contain your smile. “I am,” you admit. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to walk there all by myself.” 

James, for the indignant air he tries to put on, is unable to hide his smile either. “You want a lift too, do you?” 

“Please?” you ask sweetly. “Everyone else got one.” 

Your boyfriend—your sweetheart—doesn’t even feign reluctance. He kisses the top of your head as he bends to get his arms under you, and you twine yours around his neck happily. His chest is warm and reassuringly solid. If you weren’t already home, you would be now. 

“Are we tiring you out?” you ask, somewhat contritely, as he lifts you from the sofa. 

James makes a quiet pffting sound. “You lot? Angel, I bench two hundred.” 

“You know I don’t know what that means.” 

“It means that I could lift the three of you together, and it wouldn’t be as much as I lifted at the gym yesterday.” 

“Doesn’t that mean you’re already sore, though?” 

“Not so sore,” James kisses your hair, sounding amused, “that I can’t help my loves to bed. Alright? Don’t worry about me, lovie.” 

He places you in an empty spot at the end of the bed, rounding it to lie in his spot by the nightstand where he leaves his glasses each night. As you roll over, getting comfortable with your head on the pillow, you hear a murmur so quiet it might only be air. 

“You were right,” says Sirius. “That was very fit.”

[lustlovehart]

I saw the reverse monster au first meeting for Skully and can I just say it was something I didn't know I needed to see, rotating human!skully in my brain Imagine a Monster!mc who sees little recluse human!skully and decides that they're going to keep an eye this interesting human.

They're not used to anything but terror at their presence and Skully doubling down his info-seeking the second he sees the slightest silhouette of them from afar since he's also not used to any attention to him that extends beyond the information he has for hunters Of course as time passes as he and mc get closer he has to panickedly hide them (This is probably OOC for your type of mc but you gave me brainworms I must share)

Instead of rotating Human!Skully in a microwave, I like to imagine him in a salt shaker while I shake him up lmao.

I like the dynamic of boss monster x nerdy recluse human <33.

AHHH!! I love the image of Skully dropping all the work the foundation gave him just because he saw a slight sliver of you <33. Please imagine he was supposed to be penning another well-known monster down (I can't remember if I kept him a human or not in reverse so sorry if i’m wrong ~(>_<~)) like Crewel or something, and while he’s writing everything so diligently he just can’t seem to really immerse himself in the information like he does when it’s about you… A limb points to a bullet point on his notes.

“No matter how hungry Crewel is he never stoops to consuming rats, so you should probably get rid of this.” your voice rings through his study, but he’s too caught up in the papers to realize who exactly is talking to him.

“Huh… I didn’t get anything for that… Are you sure? It would be horribly if everyone got mad at me—! For…” when his eyes finally look up to view his current conversation partner, his words trail off, “… that…” he’s swift to jump back in his chair, the force pushing him back. He’s frozen, not in fear, but in pure shock.

You sigh, standing tall with an expectation of him taking the nearest object and using it on you. It’s too bad, you really enjoyed watching him work on his assignments. He seemed so intrigued in his work—

It’s your turn to shout in surprise, as instead of a blade, he wraps a bracelet around your limb… Somehow, in your favorite color… How does he know something this private—?!

“Please…! Tell me—everything about you.”

Marking your ever growing relationship with the hidden informant.

And the hiding part… Imagine one of the faction leaders, or literally just any of them seeing the monster they’re all collectively obsessed over, resting their head on the recluse secretary’s shoulder. The one who stays in the basement all the time doing who knows what, is somehow interacting with the beast they’ve been wanting to talk to themselves.

(They go to Skully’s office and steal all the photos he has of you in revenge LMAO… Except Malleus, he already has the photos he does as well so he sees no point 💀)

[syndrossi]

word: lover (I know I already did one but I’m really curious about this)

Fun fact: searching for "lover" turns up 10 results in all of Resonant, 7 of which are references to Jon's horse, Clover. 😂 The other three are Rhaenyra-related (Harwin and Cole).

Hmmm, lover, lover, what to write? Ahhh, I know...

"It is barely possible to see him," Doretta complained, gathering her skirts carefully as she plopped down beside them on the garden bench. "If he is not in the holdfast, he is meeting with the small council, and if you are not waiting in the halls or here in the garden for him to pass through, you will miss him entirely." Sera refrained from rolling her eyes. "Do you think it a simple matter to catch the eye of a prince?" In truth, Sera had thought it an easy task at first herself, when her lord father had set her to it. The royal household is rife with young princes who will be wanting for wives, he had told her. And House Targaryen prefers to seek within its own blood. Catch the eye of Prince Daemon, birth a daughter, and that daughter could very well be queen someday. Unfortunately, a dozen other lords had reached that conclusion within short order, and Sera had found her hunting grounds crowded by other eligible daughters of lords. It would only grow worse, once those who were not already in King's Landing descended upon it. Prince Daemon's reputation was that of a hot-blooded man. He had not been called the Rogue Prince--nor Lord Flea Bottom--without reason. Someone so easily titillated by the whores of the city could surely be won by a pretty smile and a tastefully bared bosom, especially given the whispers that he was seeking a new wife. But the one instance she had interrupted his path to curtsy, dipping her breasts well within his sight, the prince had barely glanced at her. Nor had he shown any interest in similar tactics she had witnessed since. He is a settled man, she had concluded. Weighed down by war, and caring for his new sons. Lord Beesbury had been overheard complaining about the coin demanded for the upcoming harvest ball, which was to be extravagant. It was rumored that the king intended to invite the realm's loveliest ladies in hopes of one catching his brother's eye, and Sera had been quick to secure a purse from her father to order a fine mask of silver and onyx. Let the others show up in identical masks of black and ruby. The silver would complement her dark hair, and be a more subtle nod to House Targaryen's unique coloring. "I have heard that Lady Dynessa hopes to entrap him," Eveline whispered. "She says that the king's patience is thin, and should Prince Daemon take any lady as a lover, he will force a marriage." "Lady Dynessa is a woman of low character," Sera said with a toss of her hair. "It is no surprise that she would stoop to such." Sera glanced at the sun overhead. It was nearing time that the prince's sons finished their lessons, which was when they often visited the area that had been set aside for the family's dragons. "I must be away," she said, rising to her feet. "Pray do not charm the prince too expertly in my absence." If it is not a lover he seeks, perhaps it is a mother.

[peiivnao]

Hehehe,stop looking at me, like Dat, hehe🤭

(STOOP WHY IT LOOK like he got a gotee STOP IM PROLLY delusional, but..... AHHH🤭🥸✋️)

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

s2 ep7- Jhonny watches Danny Dhantom!!

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more jazz in this episode!! love her <3

fentonsibs my beloveds

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ever since i started watching this show, the blue to green eyes phantom trasnition in the intro has bugged me. right as the line “when he first woke up he realized he has snow white hair, and glowing green eyes” plays, he looks in the mirror, as phantom (white hair) and blue eyes, but his eyes turn green shortly after. Why??? his hair was already white, which was the other primary change noted in the song, but his eyes stayed blue until he blinked! which, i was thinking maybe he just needed to blink fo rit to take effect? but in that case, why wouldnt they have changed while he was lying with his eyes closed, dead? why were his eyes closed when he was dead? child sensoring obvi but it just doesnt make any sense? why would it take that long to reach his eyes??? maybe the electrical ghost shock acted as bleach somehow?? idk???? it still makes zero sense to me. idk. someone help

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fenton family vacayyyyy!!!

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“i wont stop until we cxatch a ghost and tear it apart molecule by molecule!!!” uhm sir ur son is traumatized. every single molecule 

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only he (danny) can see the pirate ghosts. awww... danny needs comfort. so much danny comfort. 

i mean i get why his family would just be thinking he's crazy but what if there is a ghost???

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‘spin the crazy outta him’ uhmmm this feels like abuse. danny bl;ink twice if you need help. he needs help. guys i think he needs help. 

i think we need to call cps

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i think he’s feeling the trauma. hes trauamtized. he needs help. 

he needs help!! my poor guy

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jazz: im going to take care of you!! despite your protests!! there is no place you can go that i wont follow!! danny: oh really? *walks into boys bathroom*

do it jazz, transition. 

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lancer, hearing danny fighting the bathroom, to jazz: if thats ur brother he needs more fiber. see to it. thx jazz 

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awww shes trying to helppppP!!!! i love you jazz smmmmmm!!!! cmaping trip fo rthe troubled teen awghdijkjbhvcdblfdkhjbkldskchjvg!!

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danny genuinely tweaking out now that he has to leave home. guys i think my ocd projecting is valid now. i now declare him crazy. i just need to give him morality ocd for funsies. no other reason. 

guys ik theres probs an invis ghost but him going crazy like. its kinda comforting. i need him to get psych help please. it would fix me i think. and maybe him. well- lets not go too far now

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fenton ointment?? naahhhh. fointment?? yeahhhh. 

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omg he wasnt imagining uit!!!! its the little kiddie!! the kid ghost!! from before!! wasnt he a pirate before? yes. i think yes.

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“cowbrat”?? marry me danny 

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ohhh only kids can see the brat ghostttt ahhh. that explains why danny was going crazy. and jazz cant see it cuz shes so grown up. ahhh fun

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“the healing touch of dayglow orange spandex” uhmmm ok jack. you do you boo

hold on i wonder if thats like. an actual paint color or something.

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literally just the psych ward. but camping

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this is a flashback???from when danny didnt know jazz knew?? ok that makes a lot more sense now

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danny: jazz is a spazz jazz is a spazz 🎶  jazz: cut it out you little brat!! danny: i know you are, but what am i? 

the most sibling interaction of interacting siblings 

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jazz: A GHOST!!! UR NOT CRAZY!!!  danny: you have now stooped to my level. thank you for shopping at fentonmart 

im sorry what is that dialogue??> i love it but?? i dont think it makes sense???

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jack: pulls weapon out of god knows where maddie: jackkk where did that weapon come from?? jack: id rather not say...

ABHSGDHJDHGAHJHS that joke wouldve flown over my head as a kid!! LMFAOOO im so glad im watching it now 

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i love how jazz obviously is trying to help danny as phantom but dannys just like: huh i like this help. im not going to question it because i dont want to have a crisis. thanks for the accidental toss of the fenton thermos into my hand!! 

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all in all, this episode was cool. Very very sad, much fentonsibs angst, and heaps of danny angst.

sorry for the delay in coming out with this one, ive been very busy.

my formatting is shit please forgive me

[rowarn]

RO OH MY GOD PLEASEEEE I NEED MORE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND KÖNIG :(( just imagine seeing him again and he's so BIG AHHH i would fold immediately

GOOOOOOOD INAGINE OPENING UR DOOR AND JUST SEEING HIS BIG ASS JUST STANDING THERE, HAVING TO STOOP DOWN A BIT TO SEE UNDER THE DOOR UGHHHHHHHH I WOULD BE ON MY KNEES RIGHT THEN AND THERE!!!!!!!

anyway childhood friend könig who is a tad bit unreliable. he comes back into your life for a brief period, gets you comfortable with having him by your side again. and then he just leaves. no word. no communication. just gone. u find out from his mother that he was deployed and you're just so confused why he didn't say anything. you're left for 2 whole months just wondering if he was angry with you. then he comes back, acting like nothing happened. just fits himself back into your life and you decide to let it go and not say anything. but then it happens again. and again. and again. he constantly just leaves with no word, leaving you in the dark wondering for days until you get confirmation that he's been deployed. you never know how long, never know if he was upset before he left, never know why he just leaves like that. but it makes u feel so unimportant, makes you feel used because he comes back like nothing happened, eats the dinner you make, spends time with you, sleeps with you, gets you wrapped around his finger again only to be gone the next minute. when you tell him how you feel he gets angry and blames you for being clingy bc he doesn't understand that you care about him and that you want to know when he's leaving and he doesn't think it's fair for you to keep tabs on him because you're not his mother so why should he )-: you're just friends. friends who have sex. and he doesn't understand that you don't want to be something to warm his cock when he's home just for him to leave you in the dark like u mean nothing to him

[wambsgansshoelaces]

this is kinda random but could you maybe do a fic abiut Tom falling in love with mondales dog sitter? It’s so cliche but adorable. Thanks if you do 💕

Squeaky Toy

Tom Wambsgans x Reader

Oneshot

Summary: Mondale is who you’re here for. You think.

Ahhh happy Golden Globes night!! Matthew Macfadyn, Kieran Culkin, Sarah Snook, and Succession Globes today 🥹

I hope you enjoy x

Word Count: 2.899k

“Mondale, hi!” You laugh as the dog spins around, elated to see you. More specifically, elated to see the leash in your hands.

He barks playfully, getting your attention. He sits, his tail wagging aggressively. You step over his enclosure, clip his leash to his harness, and open the gate to let yourselves out.

Mondale’s practically skipping, if a dog could do that, as you walk through the massive neighborhood. You know you’re the only one who takes him out, or even plays with him during the day. His owners were both in very high places; you recognized both their names when you’d been messaged to hire. They both were never home- neither Tom nor Shiv. You’re worried Mondale might get depressed if this keeps going, but you’ve been dog sitting him for a while now, and he’s just happy to spend time with you.

On your way back to the house, he picks up some scent that triggers him into a jog, and even though you can’t keep up, he’s all but galloping up the driveway. The garage is already open, and you chide yourself. You thought you’d closed it, but apparently not. Your ass was on the line if someone broke in, or if anything got stolen. This job grossly overpaid you, and you weren’t trying to lose it.

Mondale drags you inside, tail wagging. He barks, and you realize you had closed the garage- someone else had just opened it.

Tom turns at Mondale’s sniffing at his ankles. A smile graces his weary features, and you have to admit he looks a little ragged. He stoops over to pet his dog, cooing quietly at him.

“Hi, Y/N. Sorry, I’m not supposed to be here. I just have to find… find some papers,” Tom says, voice raspy. He gets back to his feet and gives you a weak smile. His blazer’s draped on one of the barstools to the kitchen counter, and you find you quite like the way his arms and torso fill out his dress shirt.

“Everything okay?” you ask, in clipping Mondale from his leash. Tom waves you off when you try bringing the dog back to his pen.

“That’s just bullshit Shiv insists on. Let him be, he’s a good dog.”

You do, making sure to give Mondale a good scratch between the ears. Instead of leaving to roam, he plops right down on your feet, rendering you immobile. He rolls over, exposing his belly and demanding you pet him.

“I feel bad I’m never around for him,” Tom murmurs, watching with a faded smile as you give Mondale a belly rub. “Thank you, though. You’re very good at your job.” Mondale barks, as if in agreement, tail still wagging as he looks up at you. “Can we… can we talk, though?”

Your heart sinks in your chest. You know what’s coming. “Of course. What’s up?”

Tom turns to face you, sitting down on a barstool. “It’s still difficult for me to talk about, but Shiv and I are getting a divorce.”

You blink, Mondale having gotten up and weaving between your legs. “Oh, Tom…”

He sighs, a hand coming up to his face to press to his eyes. “It’s nothing. I saw it coming.” He looks back up at you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to track down your body before quickly recovering and looking straight at you. “I don’t want to dump it all on you.”

“I mean, you can, if you like. I’d like to think we’re friends, and I’d be a shitty friend if I wasn’t there for you.”

He sighs. “It’s… I can’t even say it.” He drops his head into his hands, pulling himself together. Mondale trots up to him, straightening out on his hind legs to get closer to Tom, poking his snout in between Tom’s hands, trying to give him a kiss. Reluctantly, Tom brings his hands down to gently stroke his dog’s head, Mondale taking it as a cue to lick all over Tom’s face. He laughs a little, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “She cheated,” he says quietly. “Multiple times. She framed it differently, so I just took it for a while… but I just can’t keep fucking doing it.”

You go over to him, putting a hand to his arm and giving him an affectionate rub. You don’t know what to say. You’d not know what you can say.

“And I guess she was ahead of me, because she’s already taken all of her stuff out the house and fucked off.” He uses his hand to take yours and gives it a squeeze. “And I’m really sorry to do this, because you’re a great person and Mondale loves you, but you’re not going to be needed here anymore. I’ll have a lot more time on my hands now that I don’t have to run after Siobhan.”

You keep your expression neutral. “Yeah. Okay. I understand.”

Tom lets go of your hand, getting to his feet. He rummages around for something on the cluttered kitchen counter, finding and envelope and turning back to you. “Here’s the money for the rest of the month. And the next two.”

He presses it into your hands, forcing a smile. “Thank you, really,” you say softly. Awkwardly, he gives your shoulder a squeeze before pushing past you to go upstairs.

Mondale goes to follow his owner, but you think he can sense something’s wrong. He hops back down the stairs, padding up to you. You squat down to meet him, his tail still, as always, wagging.

“Oh, buddy…” Despite what you might say to other people, you were physically and emotionally attached to this dog. He’s been your only company for ages, pulling you out of your lonely spiral that you’ve been suffering through for a majority of your life. He has to hear the pain in your voice, he has to, because now you’re both sat on the floor, him licking at your face, quietly whimpering the entire time. “I have to go, okay? I’ll miss you.”

You know he probably doesn’t understand you. It doesn’t matter, though. It hurts leaving Mondale behind, but what can you do?

Glancing over your shoulder before climbing into your car, you can see him sat at the window facing the driveway. You drive off, and the minute your face hits your pillow in bed, you’re asleep.

You decide to do nothing for the next few days. Tom was more than generous, and you’re pretty sure he’d stuffed way more money than he said he did into the envelope. Mondale hadn’t been your only job, even though if it was, you’d be perfectly fine financially. You work remotely, an easy job that pays well, so dog sitting was a perfect add on. You’d lounge around in this massive house that wasn’t yours, doing your work and taking care of Mondale when he wasn’t napping or running laps as if he was on steroids in the enormous backyard.

The days go by easily enough, and even though you aren’t too butt hurt about being let go, the age-old feeling of loneliness re acquaintances itself with you. It happens slowly, but all of a sudden, you’re an eight year old playing by yourself on the playground again.

You just can’t escape it, can you?

You’re making breakfast for yourself one day when your phone begins ringing. Confused, you move the carton of eggs away from the edge of the counter to go pick up. It’s Tom.

“Hello?” you ask tentatively.

“Hi, Y/N, it’s Tom Wambsgans. Mondale's... dog dad. I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s just… Mondale’s so sad,” he says. “I think he misses you.”

“Aw, really?”

He hums his confirmation. “He won’t eat, won’t walk far, doesn’t want to play. I thought he was sick, but I went to the vet and all I was told is that he’s depressed. And I think you’re the missing piece.” He pauses. “I know it’s weird, but could you come over? It’d do him good to see you, and with the house empty… nobody’s going to complain.”

“No, it’s not weird at all. Of course I’ll come,” you reply, perhaps a bit too eager. “I just, ah, haven’t eaten yet, so maybe I’ll be there in an hour?”

“I’ll make breakfast. I haven’t eaten, either… I haven’t eaten for a while, really, so I think I’m just asking you to come eat to make sure I actually eat instead of staring into the fridge.”

You take a moment to turn it over in your head, but you’re already putting the carton of eggs back into the fridge. “Yeah. Okay. That’d be nice.”

You find yourself back at his home. What once was his and Shiv’s home. You know the garage code, and you still have your spare key, but you didn’t really want to just let yourself in, so you ring the doorbell.

Almost immediately, Tom’s opening the door for you, ushering you in. He’s dressed casually, and the bags under his eyes are dark and they jump out at you. “It’s good to see you. You look nice.” You feel yourself flush, and thankfully, he doesn’t give you the chance to respond. He’s already shuffled away, into the kitchen. “I have pancakes on the stove,” he says over his shoulder. You follow him inside after kicking off your shoes at the door.

“This is all very kind of you,” you tell him, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him as he slowly goes through the motions of breakfast.

Tom glances back at you, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Yeah. You’re more than kind to me, to Mondale, so it’s the least I can do.” He turns back to the stove, and you can barely hear him when he speaks next. “God knows I could use the company.”

With Tom, it had never felt like he was really your boss, like Shiv had carried herself around you. It had just felt like you were a friend over to help with his dog, and that carried over into your relationship now. He never looked down on you because you were ‘help’, he always treated you with respect, and he was quite frankly a gentleman, which was much, much more than you could say about other men of his stature.

You move closer to him, now only an arm’s length away. You gently nudge him with your elbow, successfully bringing his attention to you. “You alright?”

Before he can answer, you’re interrupted by the patter of Mondale’s paws as he enters the kitchen, having realized who the visitor is. He barks happily, trotting over to you, elated when you bend to give him a good scratch. You press a kiss to his head before standing back up, Tom gazing at you both, emotion clouding his eyes. You open your mouth to ask again, but Mondale’s squeezed himself through between your legs, causing you to lose your footing and fall forward.

Tom catches you before anything embarrassing happens, his hands going to your sides to steady you, your hands braced on his chest. “Mondale’s a bit too excited, huh?” he murmurs, looking away, cheeks pink. You’re right-side-up, and his hands linger for much longer than they should. Yours do, too.

And you find that neither of you really mind.

You awkwardly pull away, a dumb smile on your lips. His fingers drag over your hip as you move, reluctantly letting you go. Mondale has doubled back, like Tom said, extremely excited to see you. He can’t stop moving, so happy to see you. Absentmindedly, you reach for the drawer you keep the treats in taking one into your palm. “Sit.” Tongue lolling out of his mouth, Mondale does. “Good boy.” You let him take the treat from your hand, his tail wagging.

“So that’s where they were,” Tom mutters, gone back to the pancakes. “I felt too bad to ask.”

“You’re welcome to ask whatever you like. I want to help, Tom.” Mondale trots off, satisfied, so you go back to Tom’s side. “You never answered my question, by the way. Are you sure you’re alright?”

He pretends to be focused on flipping the pancake he was currently on. “Just… lonely.”

You give his back a rub. “Well, I’m here.”

“Thank you for that. I’ve been going insane, I think.” The pancake finishes frying, and he offers you a plate already stacked with pancakes. “Enough about me. I shan’t bore you,” he says, melting back into a little bit more of himself.

You smile. “Nobody says that. We’re not small Victorian children,” you tease.

He’s smiling back. “There’s maple syrup in the fridge.” He assembles his own plate, carrying it over along with yours to the dinner table. You get it, then follow him, Mondale galloping around after one of his squeaky toys. He sets your plates across from each other, pulling out your chair for you.

“Tom, you don’t have to do all this.”

“But I am.” He takes the syrup from you, drizzling a bit over his pancakes. He glances at you, holding the syrup over your own plate. When you nod, he tops your own food without another word. Mondale trots over, squeaky toy in his mouth, then drops it at your feet before nudging your leg.

“Hold on, buddy, I have to eat,” you say, laughing, flicking the toy away with your foot for him to run after.

“He doesn’t do anything like that with me,” Tom admits quietly.

“You just need some time,” you reassure him.

“Could you… could you give me some pointers?”

When Mondale returns with his squeaky toy, you push it towards Tom with your foot. He can’t help his smile when he sends the toy flying, Mondale falling over himself running after it.

You both eat in a comfortable silence, every so often glancing up at each other before quickly looking back down, heat rushing to both your faces.

Time passes, and you find yourself at Tom’s more and more often. You help Mondale get comfortable around Tom, and eventually, Tom tells you weeks later Mondale’s quit his constant crying and whining for you.

“But I still want you coming over,” he tells you, voice shaky.

“I want that, too.”

Time keeps slipping away from you, and you and Tom are slowly but steadily getting closer and closer. You’re at his place half the time for no real reason, not that he minds, and he finds more excuses for him to ask you over.

The two of you sit on the couch, just barely touching. His thigh is inches away from yours. Mondale sits on the rug in front of you both, relaxing as you watch some movie. Tom leans back, draping his arm over the back of the sofa. Slowly, you also lean back, and he takes the hint, looping his arm around your shoulders instead. He pulls you together, and now you’re sitting with your sides flush together. You’re smiling to yourself, eyes still trained on the TV.

“I think you’re pretty,” he states bluntly. “And I’m so desperate to see you all the time.” His fingers find your chin, tipping your head back so you’re staring up at him.

“Don’t you think this is a little too soon for you?” you ask, his thumb brushing over your chin.

“Honestly,” he begins, “Siobhan and I started having issues the minute we got married. She stuck me into an open marriage, even though I never really wanted it. I don’t think I’ve been actually into her for a long, long time. I’ve just been… so alone, even though she was right there.”

You feel a pang of relation. He was just like you, wasn’t he?

“Then why’d you stay?”

He shrugs. “My job. I was scared. It’s all bullshit, really.” His hand smooths down your neck, back down to your shoulder, which he squeezes affectionately. “She was the only one who ever… utilized the open marriage thing. It just felt so wrong to me.”

“You’re a good person,” you murmur.

“Am I? This fat crush I have on you started way before I’d gotten divorced.”

You feel the heat rush to your face. “Okay, maybe don’t tell me that.”

Tom chuckles. “You know what? You’re going in the right direction. Why are we talking about my ex-wife? I want to be talking about you.”

“What about me?”

“I just professed my feelings to the most beautiful person in the world. My stomach’s in knots.”

You laugh. “What, do I profess my feelings right back?”

“If Your Royal Highness so desires.”

“Weirdo.” You shift so that your head is tucked away in the crook of his neck. “My weirdo?”

“Come on, I confessed. I need more than that. For the sake of my ego, you confess too.”

“Your ego doesn’t need more inflating,” you say playfully.

“You wound me.”

“Oh, shut up.” You pull back, taking his jaw in your hand, and pull him in for a soft, tender, kiss. “I have a big ol’ crush on you, too.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, and you can feel his smile.

A little while later, he dozes off, head on your shoulder. You eventually do, too, head on his, the quiet squeaking of Mondale ripping his toy to shreds filling the room.

[lilmissasap]

Any general or romantic headcanons for Miles G? Sorry if this is too vague >_<

AHHH I LOVE FEEDING OUR DELUSIONS

like i said in the last hc i wrote, miles g is essentially a really old bodega cat who sleeps in sunny spots and observes on the top of shelves. yall know EXACTLY what im talking about.

when yall first met (imma say yall met in ap art cus i like art) he tried to be a grah grah boom ass nigga who was only taking the class for credit

he's a hell of an actor

but eventually you see he's genuinely talented

obviously its ap art

anyway

when yall are still getting to know each other he doesn't call u ma/mami/mama yet to keep you comfortable

he gets really panicky around you for some reason

but also like scarily calm

he loves ur presence sm

he ends up asking aaron (who is literally no help) for advice on asking you out

he suggests the shoulder touch

miles actually believes him and tries it on you

you laugh your ass off but buy him lunch and watch older episodes of inkmasters (i fucking love inkmasters) on ur laptop during ur lunch period

you think the shoulder touch was a joke

and then like a month later (baby was embarrassed as hell) he asked you out w flowers

not basic ass roses, like stargazer lilies, babys breath, willow, wisteria, that type shit

he panics on planning the first date

and because the shoulder touch didn't work he goes to aaron to figure out what not to do

aaron advises to go see a movie and then ice cream

miles goes the complete opposite and takes u ice skating at the rockerfeller

neither of you know how to ice skate

its a mess

but it eases the air between you too

laughing your way off the ice he takes you to a coffee shop and orders tea (this man LOVES tea especially jamaica (jamaica is cold but he loves herbal tea) you can argue w the wall)

he walks you home

the air is awkward as fuck because he wants to hold your hand but is too afraid to ask

so you ask him if he can hold something for you and give lace your hands together

his hands are shaky

like really shaky

mans is losing his shit

he's literally just a baby

when you get to his stoop he pushes the buzzer and clears his throat

he obviously wants to kiss you but is also too nervous

so you cover the camera on the buzzer thingy (the thing that has buzzers to each apartment + the residents name and that really weird security camera. that thing) and kiss him on the cheek

MANS IS STUTTERING

"get home safe miles" uhhhhhh.... y-yeah, you too

he makes sure that ur safely in the building and dramatically flops on the stoop and sighs

mans is having a main character moment

every year on ur anniversary he takes yall ice skating at the rockerfeller and the gets the two of you herbal tea at the same coffee house

mans is such a sap omg

hehehehe

i luh yalllll

xoxo,

rae <3

[pixiemage]

I’ve recently re-read your magebound au and was wondering if you had anymore snippets you would be willing share :)/nf

Ahhh hi! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!!

I honestly love that AU so much. I really need to get back to it when I can; there are a LOT of people whose stories I have planned out in my head, I just haven't had time to work on them hah.

That being said, if you're curious to see a character I haven't posted anything for yet, I HAVE been working a little scene in recent weeks for a prompt I got a while back. I made an MCYT Playlist Prompt two months ago, and then I immediately got busy after making it and didn't have time to do it lol...but this request from @i-am-oshawott caught my attention:

[Playlist D, Track 3] Magebound - "My Heart is Split" by Kerrigan Lowdermilk

It's a song I associate with Grian in this AU, for obvious reasons once you listen to it and read what I have written for it so far! <3 Enjoy!

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(...)

Grian felt as though perhaps he should be more grateful. If it weren’t for Mumbo, he was sure he never would have survived out there alone in the woods, as injured as he’d been after escaping the Watcher Coven. The fact that someone had found him and brought him to safety was a blessing in and of itself.

The Hermits were kind too, kind and a little kooky…the best kind of company to keep, in Grian’s opinion. Xisuma had been more than welcoming and Stress had been a spot of upbeat and chaotic positivity as she helped him heal. His wings were almost back to flight-ready thanks to False’s advice, and with the potions Joe Hills had been brewing for him, his magical core was finally feeling closer to normal than it had in years.

(Not that it would ever be normal again, as much as he hated to acknowledge it. The experiments the Watcher Coven had performed on him to strengthen his magic in order to better their own…he was sure it was practically irreversible. The most Joe’s potions could do was help him stabilize so he could regain full control over his magic again. For that, he would always be thankful.)

But back to the point…he thought perhaps he should be more grateful for all the Hermits had done for him, all the kindness and care they had provided in his time under their protection. But…something was missing.

Or rather, Grian was missing something.

He missed his home. He missed his flock. He missed the Evolution community and the mages that resided there, the other familiars like him who he had grown up with, and the witches and hybrids that he’d come to call his family. Martyn and BigB and Taurtis and the rest…

And Jimmy and Pearl. Grian heaved a sigh and drew his knees to his chest where he was sitting on the front stoop of Mumbo’s home. He rested his cheek on his knees and gazed unseeingly out over the lawn. He probably missed his siblings the most. Pearl may not have been a blood relative, but she was as close to a sister as he’d ever had, and up until the Watchers had taken him Grian couldn’t remember a day he hadn’t spent alongside his little brother Jimmy.

It had been years since then. Jimmy wasn’t a teenager anymore, was he? He’d probably lost all the juvenile plumage in his familiar form, and Grian hadn’t been there to see it.

…but Jimmy was still alive at least, and for that, Grian would gladly give another thousand days in captivity if it required.

The door creaked open behind him, but Grian didn’t bother moving.

“Oh! Grian! Hullo, I was just about to look for you.” A shadow fell over Grian and he glanced up to see Mumbo leaning over him, a small smile peeking out from beneath his mustache.

“It is lunch already?” Grian asked, wondering how long he’d actually been outside, but Mumbo shook his head.

“Not quite, mate,” he told him. He sidestepped Grian and trotted down the front steps. He must have been working on some invention or another because he was missing his jacket and tie, and Grian could see red smudges on his rolled-up shirtsleeves. “Xisuma just sent me a message. He’s got a surprise for you at the center of the village. C’mon.”

Grian made a face at Mumbo’s extended hand.

“I don’t like surprises,” he whined, his one unbandaged wing slumping against his back. “Can’t you just tell me what it is?”

“Sorry buddy, X didn’t say.” At least Mumbo looked apologetic about it. “I’ll stick with you though. If you wanna duck on out, I can cause a distraction.”

Grian pondered this. It seemed like a fair enough offer. So with a very put-upon sigh Grian took the offered hand, letting Mumbo drag him to his feet amid Grian’s undertone grumbling.

“It had better be a good distraction,” Grian told him flatly after a moment of silent walking. “Lots of flair and pizzaz.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Mumbo nodded. “I can do pizzaz. I’m Mr. Pizzaz. Mr. Mumbo Flair-Pizzaz Jumbo. Master of distraction.”

Grian had to fight against the grin that threatened to overtake his expression.

“Good to know I’ve got an expert,” he quipped, hearing the laughter under his own words. “Does Mr. Pizzaz have a business card? I’d love to recommend you to my friends.”

“Yup! Definitely!” Mumbo said, mirth starting to seep into his voice. “Business cards by the boatload. I could get you one the second we’re back at my place. They’ve got - ya know - glitter, and beveled edges, and everything–”

“Glitter?” Grian gaped at him, finally letting out a proper laugh. “Who puts glitter on business cards?”

“Well - well Mr. Pizzaz, obviously,” Mumbo chuckled brightly, his mustache curling upward with his grin. “Careful around him, it’s infectious. Once you go glitter you never go back–”

Grian snorted and fell into giggles, rolling his eye at his newfound friend. It was a shame they hadn’t met sooner. Their senses of humor were such a perfect fit…and in the aftermath of the horrors he’d endured at the hands of the Watchers, Mumbo had become an unignorable bright spot amid the shadows.

Perhaps Xisuma had seen it from the start. Perhaps he’d placed Grian in Mumbo’s care for that very reason.

They were approaching the center of the village by now, and Grian felt his feathers stand on end against his will. He didn’t like the unpredictable. He used to, he was sure he used to - he was certain surprises once held a good connotation once upon a time - but as it stood the unpredictable had come to mean danger in recent years. The unexpected held too much risk, too much fear. Perhaps Mumbo could tell that his humor had only been a half-successful distraction because the back of his hand brushed against Grian’s, an awkward attempt at comfort.

“Like I said,” Mumbo told him in an undertone, “if you need out you let me know, an’ we’ll go. But whatever X has got planned can’t be bad. Right?”

Grian nodded stiffly. Right. Right. Xisuma had been nothing but kind. They all had, really. He took a deep, shaking breath and tried to reign in his anxiety. He had nothing to fear here. It was called a Sanctuary for a reason.

…voices met his ears. Bright voices. Painfully familiar voices. Grian’s breath caught in his lungs and he swallowed past a lump in his throat, his eyes widening and a fragile, careful hope welling in his chest.

They rounded the corner. Sun-yellow feathers caught his eye, and he froze…and it was suddenly very difficult to breathe.

Jimmy was there by the fountain, taller than the last time Grian had seen him, with shorter hair and longer limbs and a little less of the boyish look he’d had as a teen. His wings were on full display - properly grown in now, though his feathers were just a tiny bit messy - and he was slightly turned away from Grian. He was bickering with Martyn - Martyn - over something Grian couldn’t make out, the feathers around his ears flared. Martyn looked older too, though somehow exactly the same, the same familiar fond exasperation on his face as he spoke with Jimmy that Grian had seen hundreds of times. There was a tension in his brow too, one that matched Jimmy’s, one that matched Pearl’s. Pearl was there too, a rich red traveling cloak hanging around her shoulders that Grian remembered had once belonged to her aunt. She was less animated than Martyn or Jimmy, her arms folded tight over her chest as she chewed on her nails, glancing between them silently.

She was the first to spot Grian.

Pearl’s eyes landed on him and Grian could hear her gasp from across the courtyard, catching the attention of Martyn and then Jimmy in quick succession. They turned to follow her eye and fell immediately silent, their expressions shifting through too many emotions for Grian to even try and decipher. Not that it even mattered. They were here. They were real. They were–

“Grian,” Pearl breathed, and it was like a spell broke.

“Grain!” Jimmy was running toward him in an instant with the others hot on his heels, and Grian met him in the middle on unstable legs. He and his brother crashed together in an engulfing hug on impact, clinging to each other like a lifeline, with the desperation of those who feared the other would vanish if they even dared to let go. Pearl crowded in on the right and Martyn on the left, a warm hand on his shoulder and another on his arm and fingers clinging to the sweater on his back.

Grian sobbed before he even knew he was crying, shaking in Jimmy’s arms and not caring that he was probably leaving damp patches of tears on the shoulder of his brother’s shirt. He didn’t care.

They were here. They were alive. They were okay. It was all worth it.

“I can’t believe it,” Martyn choked out, an emotional laugh in his words. “When they told us they found you, I didn’t - I could hardly believe it. We’ve been looking for so long–”

“Told you he’d make it,” Jimmy said shakily. “I told you. I did. I said–” His breath hitched and his wings shuddered, curling forward around the little group where Grian’s one unbandaged wing had fallen slack. “–I said ‘He’s Grian, he’d never give up. He’s stronger ‘n that.’ And I was right. I was - I was right.”

Grian chuckled wetly, weakly, unsteadily, leaning into his flock and burying himself in the feeling of home.

(...)

[rainbowwwanon]

...Gszg'h wruuvivmg.

Why are you insisting that I'm lying about it? 🔥, I appreciate the concern, really, I do, but don't you have better things to worry about? I mean— look at you, you're worrying about some dissipating cloud so much that you're starting to hear me say things! Do you really think I'd be scared of PT and 💢 of all people? Me?

Sigh... I can see why you'd be worried, it's really nothing, honest. If you did hear me say things, I must have been rambling to myself. You know how I get when I get stir-crazy.

Sunshine, you know I wouldn't let 💢 or PT hurt you right?

Eso lo contrario de que quiero

-🔥

Hurt me? I mean- I haven't really done anything to warrant that. I don't think so anyways. But, it's not like they could I suppose, cowboy wouldn't exactly be happy about, well, the mess they'd have to make in his house.

Did- something happen??

[hitthatapex]

I am soooo excited for ur lestappen threesome fic!!! Can’t wait to read about Charles getting railed by mad max and his maxie

I'm sooo excited for it tooo. Can't promise when it will come out but hope this little snippet helpsss 🤗

“Does that feel good Charles?” Max asked in between breaths.  “Yes ahhh –” Charles moaned out.  Max faltered again but didn’t think much of the obnoxious sound Charles had just made. Even if it sounded a little fake to his ears. He continued working his hips, changing the angle and hoping to hit that sweet spot inside of his boyfriend but after another strangled sound escaped from Charles, Max stopped altogether.  This moan was whorish, loud and frankly Max was a little offended that Charles was now stooping so low that he had to fake his moans.  “Baby —” He started gently. Charles looked up at him, a little guilty to be caught in the act.

[llvmos]

Hi! I have a request. Would you be alright writing some realtionship headcanons for Dalton [like “dating him would include..”]

HI! Thank you so much for the request, I had a lot of fun writing these!

Warnings: slight jealous!Dalton, NSFW content, mentions of blood and knives for NSFW section

a/n: im working on another one shot so here is thing until i finish it! i added a NSFW section under the cut for the people who are interested in that. i do write NSFW content for headcannons and maybe blurbs but not for oneshots. if you have anymore headcannons or requests you can request on my blog!

Not proofread!!

Word count: 669

!!NSFW warning under the cut!!

Dalton Lambert Headcannons

SFW !

⭑ I think we had established this in the last oneshot but mans is so clingy. If you are gone for any more than 1 day, he will spam you with texts, calls, facetime, anything to talk to you.

⭑When you would first start dating, he wouldnt really be the biggest fan of physical touch until about a month or 2 into the relationship. After that, his hands will never leave your body.

⭑He is not a PDA person, but if he sees a guy looking at you in any way he doesnt deem as respectful, he will pull you closer to him and hold your hand.

⭑I feel he would be jealous if you were assigned a male partner in class, but he doesnt say or do anything because he doesnt want to be THAT type of boyfriend.

⭑He would draw quick sketches of you in his sketch book when hes bored. Of course he wouldnt realize he was drawing you at first but once he looks at the finished sketch, he realizes.

⭑If you guys are watching a movie or hes drawing or something, he will sit in between your legs in front of you on the floor while you sit on the bed and let you braid his hair :,)

⭑OK, so backtrack to before yall are dating, he would be so clueless.

⭑You could literally kiss him and he would say something stupid because hes just THAT clueless.

“What…You…Was that in a…friendly way?”

⭑If you wear shorts when youre at his dorm, he will grab a pen or a marker, and draw on your legs.

⭑You will walk back to your dorm with drawings going from the top of your thighs alllll the way down to your shins.

⭑He is quite literally an insomniac when hes by himself at night, but when you’re around, all he wants to do is sleep.

⭑He literally just gets so slumped and will fall asleep on your shoulder within the first 5 minutes of you being there.

⭑Even though he doesnt project frequently anymore, he still has nightmares quite a bit. When he does have these nightmares, he instantly facetimes you so he can fall back asleep.

⭑Hes a cat person. His reasoning being:

“They are just there, you know? They dont jump on you and slobber on you.”

NSFW !

⭑Ok, to get it out of the way, hes a munch.

⭑Now, when he does go down on you, his hair stays down.

⭑But if he decides to put it up, it’s half up half down like in the movie. (AHHH)

⭑He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair when he does so.

⭑He also loves leaving hickeys but only in secret spots such as collarbones, chest, stomach, etc.,

⭑Hes definitely a switch.

⭑He cant always be in control. Sometimes he just wants to BE controlled.

⭑ This man will praise you like youre something of a higher power. (ofc you are to him, he thinks you are the most beautiful. loveliest thing hes ever seen)

⭑Sometimes he will hold your hand while you guys make love. (omg i hate that term)

⭑Then other times, his hand would be around your throat instead :)

⭑Ass or tits? Nah. THIGHS!!

⭑ Dude, i cant even express how in love this man is with your thighs. He will constantly being grabbing, touching, kissing, holding, or laying on your thighs.

⭑ He also loves finishing on them.

⭑ I dont think he would be a sadist because he wouldnt EVER want to hurt you in anyway.

⭑But….

⭑He is 100% a masochist.

⭑He wants to see scratch marks, bite marks, hickeys, red marks, blood, cuts, ANYTHING on his skin when you guys are done.

⭑Now stooping into the blood and cuts topic….

⭑Knives.

⭑He wouldnt want to cut you unless you guys talked about what your comfortable with before hand.

⭑ He probably wouldnt leave lots of cuts. He probably just use the knife to ‘scare’ you. Just because the way you look at him when he puts the cold knife against your face turns him on <3

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Reader X Sans X Grillby (Part One)

After a long week looking for jobs in Snowden, my friend Sans and I decided to spend a well deserved night at his favorite bar. Grillby's. The food was fine. It was your regular run of the mill diner food. But the reason Sans liked it was because he was really close with the owner, Grillby.

Grillby was a loner type. He was very quiet and polite. Despite the way he looked, he really did have a bad case of background character syndrome. Another thing about Grillby is that he's hot. In two ways. First, he's a fire elemental, and he's also… beautifully sculpted. As a human, I didn't find myself attracted to many other guys in the underground. Maybe Sans a little bit. But only in a “I'm drunk enough to hit that.” Kinda way.

“Hey. Come on. You said you wouldn't make it weird.”

Sans pulled me out of my thoughts suddenly. I was embarrassed to realize I was staring at Grillby.

“I'm sorry! I can't look though?”

“It's weird.”

Sans was a real wet blanket about certain things. But usually he's probably the most fun person to hang out with. He loves pranks, walking around, going out to eat and he's always down to hang out. Even if he's working.

“Fuckin’ hell. You think everything is weird. Come on dude. Lighten up. Let's get some drinks in you.”

“Heh. I bet you a hundred G that you'll get drunk before I do.”

“Oh yeah? Bet.”

A couple hours later we completely forgot about the bet. Sans was a really slow drinker and we wanted food first so it took us a while to even get tipsy. The worst part is that a couple people in the bar joined in on the drinking fest and they beat us by a long shot! It was just starting to turn into a bit of a party. Sans was a very fun drunk, but I had never seen him get drunk at Grillby's before.

“Hmmm… we should head back.”

“What. Does your ass bone hurt? Come on. It's only… uuuhhh.”

I looked around for a clock. While both Sans and I were turned, we didn't know what was happening behind us. Suddenly the bar erupted in a chorus of cheers. We looked around to find what everyone was so excited about. It seemed that Grillby was taking a shot. A couple in fact.

“Grillby no!”

But for some reason Sans was extremely against this. He hopped on top of one of the barstools and tried to take the last shot out of Grillby's hand. But after a couple drinks, Sans was much clumsier than usual. His hand slipped and his skull crashed onto the hard surface of the bar.

“Oooh! That's gotta hurt.” I reacted.

Grillby put down his shot and cradled Sans' head with his hands. I was just close enough to make out Grillby's concerned mumbles to Sans.

“Ooooh nooo~ My sweet boy. Did you hurt yourself?”

Did he just say sweet boy?! Oh my god. Grillby is a Daddy. Oh shit. I'm doomed. We really should get out of here. Besides, I don't want to have to watch Sans get all that attention from Grillby instead of me!

“Grillby. I'm fine. Let go of me. What is this?”

Sans batted Grillby's hands away and looked at the abandoned shot. He smelled it first, and immediately recoiled from the strong scent. Then he tasted a bit.

“Fuck! Grillbz! What is this!?”

Grillby was not aware of Sans' question. Still concerned about his slightly injured chin. Without a word, Grillby put one hand on Sans' cheek and the other on his chin. He carefully tilted Sans' head up to inspect him.

“A-aah! Knock it off.”

“Haha! What the hell happened to him Sans?” I laughed.

“Never let Grillby get drunk. He's gonna- ugggh. Do thith all night.” As Sans spoke Grillby's head lolled to the side as he pinched both Sans' cheeks and smiled at him. “And he usually keeps trying to drink if you ever take your eyes off him.”

“I don't see anything wrong with it. Heheh. Where's my phone?”

“Don't. Fucking. Think about it.”

“Hmmm. I guess you look okay. You don't sound hurt at least.” Grillby slurred as he pet the side of Sans' head.

“Ahhh. Stoop.” Sans tried to bat away Grillby's hand, but it only made the fire monster more determined.

“You're a bad boy.” Grillby reprimanded.

Sans' already big but narrow eyes suddenly became round and wide. “D-don't say that out loud!” He looked around anxiously to see if anyone heard.

The whole bar was already laughing. I actually felt bad for him. He seemed to be pretty humiliated by Grillby's sudden urge to dote on him. Sans hopped off his stool and went around the bar to where Grillby was. He started cleaning up the shots so I helped him by pushing them forward. After all, he was pretty short. I didn't want him to embarrass himself more.

“Awwww Saaaans. Why are you cleaning up? I wanted to drink with you.”

“You can drink when you learn how to handle your alcohol.”

“I think you're just embarrassed. Hmm~ I can fix that.”

Grillby came out from behind the bar and started insisting that everyone leave. Pretty much everyone agreed, with best wishes for Sans to “get some”.

“Y/N. Why are you leaviiing?” Grillby whined.

“Haha. I thought you wanted everyone to leave.”

“Well… mmn. I'm sure Sans won't mind if you stay.”

[sunoovamp]

ur moodboards are so good they're like orgasm worthy

AHHH STOOP BEST COMPLIMENT ILYY ANON😝💓💓

hope u have a good high🤭