#Am going to a visit on Thursday to what I think is a better one

[hyzenslay]

After what happened to Rio, I locked Leaf in the small cage. I would use supposedly rabbit-safe cleaners and had removed anything dangerous from the floor, but I still don't know what happened, so I don't trust there wasn't toxin cross-contamination. He is also not getting any veggie treats now, only hay, because I always washed the vegetables but now I fear pesticides.

Why I'm posting about this on this blog, well I kept thinking 'this is so General Woundwort' doing this to Leaf, and truly I thought if something like this ever happened I would not be able to stand WsD but on the contrary it's actually a great solace...

It got me thinking about Ww and how his strict safety measures in Efrafa seem at odds with his reckless impulse of getting into battle against almost anything. He witnessed his family be killed, but it's not like in my case that I want to protect a bunny because I love him. For Ww the forced totalitarian security feels more like a way to say that "I win" against men / elil / the odds of nature etc., of regaining control by proving how many rabbits he can keep safe, but not about them. Their safety is a symbolic victory, even revenge; he does not care about rabbit welfare that much, not even his own! At least this is how I'm interpreting him rn, putting it into words helps me for writing.

[viperify]

Smutmas 2024 | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Celebrating Her.

Short summary: after spoiling you the entire day, Tom makes sure your special day ends in a blast.

Warnings: 18+ only! nipple play, fingering, slight degradation, choking, rough sex, unprotected p in v, ooc Tom but it’s okay because it’s my birthday.

A/N: leaving my teenage years behind. Today’s been super stressy, but I am happy to finally have time to post my birthday fic!!! Also happy birthday to my birthday twin, Severus Snape 🫶🏻

wordcount: 2,2k

celebrating him.

London. He has taken you to London. To your favourite restaurant to be exact, one that you have not visited ever since you moved to the wizarding world. Tom wasn’t the person to go to the muggle world, not if he didn’t have to at that. Too many bad memories have been made there, especially back in his orphanage days. So, for obvious reasons, you were surprised when he told you where you were headed to.

The clock strikes 9pm when he waves a waiter over and takes the courtesy to pay. Not that he would let you pay anyway, especially on your birthday, but you are still grateful. You feel people’s gaze on you as you both get up, your burgundy, crystal plated dress easily catching people’s attention as you stand out from the crowd on this seemingly so ordinary day. Ordinary for them, anyway.

Your eyes meet Tom’s, who is matching your attire with a black suit. The corner of his lips tugs up just the slightest bit at the attention you are receiving, and his arm wraps possessively around your waist. “Ready to leave?” he asks smoothly, and you nod, following him towards the exit.

However, he doesn’t take you back home like you had expected. No, instead, you are strolling through the city, finding your way through the crowd of people waiting to get home after another long Thursday. There are entire queues waiting for taxis, and suddenly you don’t miss your former, “normal” life in the slightest. London’s always been loud and busy, so when you received your letter for Hogwarts and got to know the most magical, hidden place in the Highlands of Scotland—you wish you could have lived there since your birth.

Being a muggle born isn’t easy. It’s come with its challenges, especially back in your first year at Hogwarts. It took time for you to find friends, to adjust to the change. And God, you missed your parents. Then, being exposed to all the hatred and bullying muggle borns had to endure definitely didn’t make it any better. Especially if you end up falling for your tormentor.

Being in love with Tom Riddle as a muggle born isn’t easy. But you two had somehow—after years of bickering and rivalry—made it work. It wasn’t until your seventh year that you got closer and essentially ended up being a couple. And no, you couldn’t believe it either. Not in your wildest dreams would you have thought the day would come that your strongest feeling for Tom would be love.

It’s always been hate, after all.

It was subtle at first, from stealing glances in classes to blatantly staring at each other, to—well. Him cornering you when you exited the girl's lavatory, whispering a soft “What are you doing to me?” as he leaned in. And before you could react, his lips were on yours, capturing you in a heartfelt kiss, pouring his feelings into it like he had to prove they really existed—firstly to you, but himself as well. Even when, in the end, of course you did love him too.

Tom’s love often is rough, distant. But you make it work, and when he does soften up—it’s like a plant sipping its first drop of water after an agonizingly long drought. You relish in it, your dynamics making you a perfect match for each other. And just like that, the boy you once hated with every cell in your body turned into your lover you wouldn’t even think about letting go.

That’s how you ended up spending your 20th birthday in London. Away from the wizarding world for once, back in your home city. You almost couldn’t believe when he apparated you both to the restaurant your parents used to take you to for birthdays. Tom Riddle, organizing a birthday dinner in the muggle world. A subtle smile brightens up your face at the thought. He leads you through the crowd, arms still around your waist. It’s not until he stops that you realize where you are headed.

One of the finest hotels in all of London, if you may. And he doesn’t just stop in front of it, no, you enter. Tom doesn’t respond when you ask him what you are doing here, instead withdraws a card from his pocket and leads you up the marble stairs. The setting feels special, too special to be true. It’s silent besides the clicking of your heels as you ascend the stairs, a chandelier dimly illuminating the hallway. There is no one around, no receptionist, no other guests. It seems as though you two are there alone, the property reserved for solely you two.

It’s not long until you arrive at door 464. As soon as he opens it, a smell of roses and lit candles floods your senses. The room, kept in an elegant vintage style, is illuminated by candles, the high ceilings decorated with baroque carvings. With you trying to take in the magic of the room, you don’t realize Tom stepping further into the room. Only when you hear muffled voices, followed by soft strains of classical music, your eyes flicker to where he is standing—adjusting a modern radio.

“Tom Riddle using a muggle device? This might be my best birthday present yet.” you snicker, walking towards the brunette. It’s then when he turns around, his deep brown eyes meeting yours.

“First and last time.” he answers, his voice low as his hands settle on your waist. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss on your lips. Without another word, Tom’s left hand intertwines with your right, the subtle notes of a violin and a piano resonating through the room as he guides you into a slow dance.

You can’t help but wonder how he’d learned to do that. At the two yule balls you experienced, he had never asked anyone for a dance. As you sway to the gentle tones, a memory plays in your head, taking you back four years to your 5th year at Hogwarts.

Being asked for a dance by one of the most popular boys in Gryffindor had its perks—you had been the center of attention the entire evening. Many people asked you for a dance, complimenting your looks as they took in your sapphire blue dress, adorned with tiny crystals.

In a brief moment of solitude, your eyes swayed around the hall, just for you to lock eyes with Tom. Merely a split second later, he averted his gaze, though the intensity of his eyes on yours lingered—and for the rest of the night, no one else asked you to dance again.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks you, and you are forced out of your thoughts, returning to the present. The dim candlelight casts a shadow on his sharp features, and you once again get lost in his eyes.

“Was it you? Back then, at the ball?” you murmur, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips at the question, and it’s almost as if you could see the memory replaying in his eyes.

“Nobody touches what is mine, darling.” Tom replies, and there is this familiar possessiveness in his voice, the one that you have grown to love. Another kiss later and he is tugging at your zipper as he leans in, his hot breath on the tender skin of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me take care of you now, just like you deserve.”

You don’t complain as he is leading you towards the bed, dress long discarded on the floor. Tom’s hand wanders, slipping under the waistband of your lace underwear as he settles down beside you. Finding your swollen bundle of nerves, the pad of his thumb rubs tight circles on it, having you take a sharp inhale at the sensation.

His other hand frees your breasts, pushing the dainty material of your bra to the side. His eyes wander up and down your almost entirely exposed form, muttering praises under his breath before he lowers his head to trail gentle kisses from your collarbone to your breast, gently wrapping his lips around the hardened peak.

“Oh— oh Merlin, Tom—“

His tongue flicks over the sensitive skin, drawing small whimpers and moans from you as your fingers thread through his silky brunette hair. You tug on it slightly, massaging his scalp as he continues his ministrations, nibbling and kissing your skin.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, firmly clenching around the fabric as two of his digits slip inside of your tight heat. “So wet for me,” he groans lowly, moving at an agonizingly slow pace as the heel of his hand rubs on your clit with every thrust of his hand. The sensations he is providing you with, fingertips massaging the one spot inside of you that has you grow dizzy with pleasure, the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, and you are just there on the edge when—

“No, no please! I want to— want you to—“ you gasp, hand closing around his wrist, attempting to still his movements. His dark eyes lock with yours then, and he stops. “Use your words, sweetheart. What is it that you want?”

“Want you inside of me, please.” you murmur, and his lips curl into a knowing smirk at your words, shaking his head just slightly. He withdraws his fingers then, a small whimper falling over your lips at the loss. It doesn’t take long until he has undressed himself, parting your thighs before he positions himself between them, hovering over you.

“I really wanted to be nice to you today, darling.” he remarks, though his tip nudging at your entrance has all sane thoughts leave your mind at an instant.

“Merlin— you know I don’t want you to be. Please don’t be nice.”

Tom’s hand snakes around your throat at your response, mumbling something inaudible under his breath as he presses down on the sides of your throat, slowly splitting you apart on his hard length as you both groan. “This better? Want to be fucked like a whore even on your birthday?”

All you manage is a nod before he buries himself inside of you completely, not letting you adjust before he sets a harsh rhythm, his eyes darting down to his cock disappearing in your heat. Tom’s lips part slightly at the sight, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat.

The classical music playing in the background is a stark contrast to how he is fucking you, hips snapping into yours from an angle that has you see stars, your nails digging into his toned shoulders, sure to leave behind crescent marks.

“So— good!” you cry out, hands holding onto his biceps as he thrusts into you from above, the sound of your combined moans echoing around the hotel room. It’s not long until your pleasure is building again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip brushes against your sensitive cervix.

“Eyes on me, darling. Let me see how good I am making you feel. Let me see you come,” he demands, hand squeezing down tighter on your throat. You do as he says, eyes fluttering open just for you to meet his stern expression, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his brunette curls stick to his damp forehead. His gaze burns into yours, the limited blood flow making you feel just slightly lightheaded, intensifying the feeling of his length slipping in and out of your sensitive walls.

You’re right at the edge, your cunt greedily clenching down on his thick cock. Tom seems to notice, his free hand reaching between you two, softly swiping over your needy clit with the pad of his thumb. “Tom— please!” you cry out, and he lowers his head, resting it in the crook of your neck. “Go on. Come for me,” he groans, and that is all you need to finally tumble over the edge, the intense feeling in your lower stomach leaving you a trembling and whimpering mess beneath him. Tom follows soon after, emptying himself deep inside of your warm, welcoming walls with a low grunt.

He collapses on top of you to catch his breath, though soon after pulling out of you, getting up to fetch a warm, damp towel to clean you up. It’s not long until he scoops you up in his arms, entering the bathroom where an already filled bathtub awaits you, lowering your spent body into the pleasantly warm water. He soon gets in as well, massaging circles into your shoulders as your head rests on his chest. It’s mostly quiet between you two, savouring the moment of intimacy you only rarely get to experience with him.

Before you drift off to sleep, he places a tender kiss on your head.

“Happy Birthday, love.”

[scorpioriesling]

Casual (pt. 1)

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Pairings: Azriel x reader, light Cassian x reader

Warnings: drinking, smut allusions, light foul language

Summary: Usually not one to go out, you decide to try it out one night, knowing the Inner Circle comes to the bar you work at. You’re hoping to maybe see them during the hours you work… what happens if you see them when you’re off the clock?

SR’s Note: This one will most certainly have multiple parts as I tend to get carried away I’m SORRY <3 Heavily inspired by the song Casual by Chappell Roan… I listened while thinking this one up and writing it, if you wanted to listen while reading along!

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Your weekly routine was generally the same; you worked behind the bar at Rita’s full-time, and spent most of your afternoons in the library— preferably, the wing that held the maps. Over the last few years, you’d taken an interest in Prythian’s history, and chose to spend extra time studying the geographical documents that had you’d become to intrigued by. Maybe, if you’d be able to learn enough and teach yourself sufficiently, you could get yourself a better job than mixing drinks from 9-5 each day at Rita’s.

It wasn’t all bad; for one, you really liked your coworkers. Your manager was cool, and the security of the bar left you feeling safe, even on the bad nights and weekends when you were asked to work a double or come in for extra hours. It wasn’t necessarily in the “bad part” of Velaris, if you could consider the lovely hidden city to have any “bad parts”— it was just an area that potbelly’s and drunkards liked to hang out until the wee hours of the morning.

Aside from the people you worked with, the customers were generally a good group too. A mixture of all kinds from the Night Court would come in, but what was most exciting was when the Inner Circle would visit — which happened more often than not, you had noticed. They started coming around more on Thursdays and Fridays, so you would casually hang around and chat with coworkers in hopes of possibly seeing the rulers of the court you called home a time or two.

Well, at least it started with that.

Then, you started picking up a couple extra hours on Thursdays. Maybe one or two, here and there. Just to cover rent and have extra spending money.

“How else am I paying for rounds later?” You teased, your closest coworker, Clayre, noticing the uptake in hours you’d started working. She’d only shrugged and shook her head at you.

“Just wondering. It’s unlike you; I figured you’d rather spend your weekends poring over those dusty pages in the library.”

A few extra hours wouldn’t matter, you still had the whole weekend off to yourself to spend studying those maps and working on bettering your knowledge. What would matter was when you changed not only the extra hours, but the lifestyle; not a party girl at heart, you finally started taking your coworkers up on their offers to hang out after hours, thus spending more time at your job and less in the library. This was a surprise to the people you shared eight hours of your every day with, but they were excited to finally get to hang out with you. Clayre seemed to think maybe something else was at play though.

“I’m just surprised you’re sacrificing any time you could have to be looking at those same old maps is all I’m saying,” she says, wiping down the bar one afternoon during a shift she shared with you. It was around 4:30 pm on a Friday, and you had plans to meet up with everyone here later tonight. She wasn’t wrong, by now she knew you well enough and knew you wanted a better life for yourself in your career; but she what she hadn’t caught onto yet was the master plan at play in other aspects of your life, which would involve getting out there more and meeting people. Rita’s was the place to be, the place to meet anyone and everyone, and seeing as it was a summer Friday night, it was a perfect opportunity.

“You’ve only got 30 minutes left; do you want to head out early and start getting ready?” She asks you kindly. Your eyes dart to the ticking clock hanging above the front door, and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. She tosses the rag she’d been using into the sink behind the counter, and you glance behind her and see a few mixers that are looking a little low. The evening shift will have your asses if they aren’t full when they get there.

You smile at her. “Nah, I’m okay. It’s only 30 minutes. I’ve got a few things to finish up anyways. Do you want to go early today? Maybe pick up some food and meet over at my place?” You ask. She beams, happy that the kind gesture to leave early was returned to her.

“Absolutely!” She pulled the quill from the ink pot behind the bar, noting the time on the timesheet next to her name for the day. “Would you like anything in particular?”

“Surprise me.”

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“Y/N… that one is the one and you know it!” Clayre squeals and kicks her feet like a schoolgirl on your bed, staring at you from across your room. You stand in front of your closet, a short beige and brown dress hugging your curvy figure in all the places you’d liked. You’ll admit it; you bought this one on purpose, and dipped into your savings a little bit knowing this was the style of clothing that went along with the ambience that Rita’s offered during the summer months. Not quite a sundress, but not a gown either; not leather, but not too tight fitting that you couldn’t move. It was just… perfect. The colors looked gorgeous on you too and it didn’t scream for attention; and you had seen some questionable fashion choices in the past as a bartender. You’d taken a mental note to stay away from those.

“Well… I think you’re right.” You say, turning from side to side in front of your floor length mirror, admiring how the dress clings to the curve of your ass and shows off the body you’re blessed with. Clayre hops off the bed, skipping over to you and fluffing out your hair with her fingers. She drapes a few of your loose curls in front of your shoulders, the tendrils reaching just past the curve of your breast and framing the curve of your face the way you like. She grins.

“You’re getting laid tonight, that’s for sure,” she winks at you through the mirror. You laugh, your shoulders knocking against her as she begins giggling along with you. She steps over to your vanity and pops another sugared strawberry in her mouth, and then tosses the container in the trash.

“I wouldn’t look like this if it wasn’t for your help,” you start, glancing once more in the mirror. You usually opt for light makeup, but Clayre is so good at the dramatic stuff and she really helped you transform tonight. She swatted a hand in your direction, beginning to pick up loose clothing and makeup items from the floor.

“No, seriously. It takes me forever to curl my hair and I can’t do my makeup like this; you’re so good at it.” She smiles to herself and shoves her work uniform in her satchel, and you begin reorganizing your vanity. Peeking outside, you notice the sun setting.

“Hey, I can clean all this up later — we don’t have to do it now,” you say. Clayre props herself on the edge of your bed, pulling on a pair of pointed black heels. She narrows her brows at you.

“Y/N… you don’t want to bring a male back here later and the first thing he sees is your dirty clothes all over the floor, do you?”

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Rita’s was packed.

Like, line out the door, wrapped around the building, packed.

“Cauldron sacrifice me,” Clayre mutters as you approach the bar. You can hear the music coming from inside, neon lights flashing beyond the glass front door and illuminating the street in front of the entrance. Fae of all kind were in line ahead of you; from what you could see, some bore iridescent skin, some had wings, some with more elegant wear and some wearing plainclothes. That was the beauty of Rita’s; anyone was welcome.

Clayre stood on her tippy toes and peered around the line, trying to see around heads and bodies. You cast her a questioning look.

“I’m trying to see who’s on duty tonight for the front entrance,” she explained. “Maybe we can just walk to the front and walk in, you know, since we’re employees?” she says. You contemplate her words for a moment, and the line moves up by a few feet.

“I mean… ugh I don’t know. People will be mad if we cut right?” She rolls her eyes.

“I’m already hot and there’s like, 50 people ahead of us.” A group gets in line behind you, and you are unsure what to do. You don’t really get time to decide because Clayre is grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of line. You gasp at her.

“Clayre! We’re going to lose our spot-“ You say. As you pass person by person, you’re met with stares and given quizzical looks all the same. Clayre keeps marching ahead, drawing nearer to the entrance.

“Lionel!” She beams when we’re close enough to the security guard for him to register us butting in line instead of not actually being in it. He’s pulled from his 1000 yard stare at the sound of Clayre’s voice and he smiles bright when he sees her, a dramatic gasp coming out when he sees you. You roll your eyes at him and laugh.

“Y/N? Do my eyes beseech me?!” He raises the back of his hand to his head and pretends to faint, causing you and Clayre to chuckle. The group of fae females at the front of the line are staring burning holes into you, and you glance at one in particular, earning a scowl from her. Your cheeks heat a little bit, but you turn your attention back to your coworkers.

“I’ve finally pulled the moth from the depths of the dark library; she’s seen the LIGHT!” Clayre booms dramatically, and you swat her arm. It’s Lionel’s turn to let out a hearty laugh, and you can’t help but giggle. Once he’s taking big dramatic breaths, and calming down, you glance beyond the glass and notice your manager making his way toward the door. Hopefully he will allow someone in soon; you want the eyes still glaring at you to find different prey.

“Well, either way I’m glad you guys came out tonight. You ladies look great!” He says kindly. Clayre curtsys, and he shakes his head at her. Just then, the door swings open and your favorite manager Jeremiah opens the door. He had a clipboard and paper in one hand, not so much as looking up at Lionel as he holds up two fingers. Lionel stares at the two of you.

“I swear on the Cauldron, if you two get me fired-“

Clayre squeals and gives Lionel a quick side hug.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She says before rushing inside. You stand on the balls of your feet and press a kiss to his cheek before rushing in after her, throwing him one last tiny wave and disappearing inside.

If Clayre thought it was hot outside, the air inside is sweltering. It’s warm and humid, feeling like the air in the jungle after a tropical storm.

That is, if the air also had laser beams shining through it and tendrils of smoke giving it a less than pleasant scent.

Clayre has clearly come here after hours before, as she’s bee-lining for the bar like she’s on a mission. You pass table after table, ones you’re accustomed to wiping down and serving day after day. The dance floor was already growing with bodies, jiving and thrumming with the bass-boosted music blaring from the speakers. One of the booths you pass has a “reserved” sign; which stinks. That one is your favorite, it’s the largest and in the corner, providing a little bit of quiet from the rest of the room. You thought you might snag it, if it was open.

Approaching the bar, you lean over to ask Clayre what she wants when the bartender Aleks saunters over to you both. The sleeves of his button down are rolled up, and you had to admit he was one of the more attractive males you worked with. He offered you a broad smile.

“Y/N! Wow, you look great — hey Clayre, a pleasure as always,” she smiles back at him, and it feels a bit awkward because usually she has some quip and you’re the one not speaking first. You take this time as your opportunity to start the conversation.

“Thank you Aleks,” you begin. He pours the green margarita mix into a glass with a perfectly sugary rum, and Clayre just stares at him while he does it. He takes note of it and smirks, glancing to you. “Be right back.” He says, walking to the other end of the bar to hand the drink to female in waiting. He makes his way back to you, and you look to Clayre. She swallows hard.

“Sorry I can’t chat with you ladies much tonight,” he says. “Unfortunately, I’m the only one on the schedule anddddd…” he gestures to the crowded room behind you. Your eyes widen.

“Damn,” you say. “I didn’t realize. Night are a lot different than days…” He shrugs.

“I mean, once they let everyone in for the night, Jeremiah said he’d be over here to help, but I mean, it’s whatever.” Clayre chews on her lip.

“Can I get a Blueberry Buzz?” she says. Aleks flicks his gaze to her and chuckles. Her cheeks redden, and I honestly don’t know what to think, I’ve never seen her like this.

“Make that two! I’ll have one too.” I say. He smiles and shrugs, the crowd around the bar only growing by the minute.

“Two Blueberry Buzzes,” he says, adding ice to two glasses he holds in one hand. “Do you want anything else while you’re up here? It might be a minute before I can talk to you ladies again.” He’s lightly shouting now, the chatter around us growing louder. Clayre shakes her head, but I decide not to agree with her on this one. I don’t need a slow burn tonight. I need to get fucked up.

“Can we also get two Lemon Wave shots and two shots of Whiskey Tango?” I ask. Clayre side eyes me, and I shrug at her. Alex sets down the glasses filled with the purple drinks, sprinkling edible glitter on top. I watch it swirl into the cocktail, and he slides the glasses across the bar to us.

“Two Blueberry Buzzes — had to make them pretty, for the prettiest girls in here, of course.” Your hand flies to your heart in fake admiration, though you do find the gesture sweet.

“Awwww!” You croon, earning a laugh from Aleks. “You shouldn’t have!” He grabs four shot glasses, working quickly with the two alcohols youd requested.

“And here…” he finishes the shots. “Are two Lemon Wave shots and two Whiskey Tangos.” He carefully hands two to you and two to Clayre, and she smiles shyly at him. He winks at her, and looks at you one final time.

“I can start a tab for you guys?” You nod, and take your beverages from the bar. You’d definitely be back later for more, but for now you needed to find a table.

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“All I’m saying is that if you just sit your lil butt on top of the bar and,” you can’t help but giggle. “…and tell him to pour it straight into your mouth, he might just bend you over right there, okay! I mean that’s all I’m saying!” You laugh, sending Clayre into a fit of laughter. She covers her mouth with her hands in embarrassment.

“He would literally never do that.” She finishes with a laugh. You’d been hanging out for thirty or forty five minutes, but the effects of the alcohol were already beginning to pulse through your veins. The warm feeling it was giving you was nice; you wondered why you didn’t come do this more often with your friends. This was quite fun; you can see why Clayre liked it so much.

Unfortunately, all the tables had been taken by the time you’d left the bar, so you opted to take the shots first and leave the glasses by the bar, now nursing the last remnants of your cocktail near the outskirts of the dance floor. Clayre tips her head back, draining hers entirely and wiggles the glass in front of you, rattling the ice.

“Catch up, sweets.” You roll your eyes, having mostly glitter water left in your glass. You finish it in one swallow, and you hold out your hand for Clayre to take your glass. She scoffs.

“Why me?” She asks. You grin.

“Because.” You give her a knowing look. You don’t even need to explain before she groans and takes it from you, trudging over to the bar and elbowing her way through people to get to the front. You see her small green dress disappear for only a moment before she’s back, and you’re shaking your head with crossed arms as she approaches. She throws her arms up in the air as she walks towards you.

“Whaaat!” She drawls. “I can’t talk to him now anyways, he’s busy.” She excuses.

“Tsk tsk.” You say, grabbing her hand. You look toward the dance floor, a small patch of flooring clear in your line of sight. “Come on — I wanna go dance.”

It’s not long before you’re back at the bar. And again. And again. To be fair, one of those times, you made Clayre go, but it “didn’t count” because Jeremiah was over there and took her order instead.

The effects of all the drinks you’ve had are in full swing as you’re thriving on the dance floor, arms in the air and swinging your hips. You’ve never felt so confident, never done anything so fun. Your bones feel like they’re made of air, and you’re on cloud nine. You feel light, airy, sexy, and just… good.

You’re feel so good, and so smart for coming up with a brilliant idea when the song you and Clayre are dancing to ends and you shout to her over the people around you. “My mouth is real dry Clayre!” She nods and sticks her tongue out. You laugh at her.

“Nooo Clayre — my mouth.” She’s giggling too, and pulls you close by the wrist.

“IM GONNA NEED MAYBE A DRINK.” She shouts. You smile.

“I need water!” You say back. She nods, then frowns. Then she shakes her head.

“Yeah I want some water but maybe another drink too. I don’t know. Let’s just go together.” She grabs onto your wrist and pulls you toward the bar. You thank the mother that it’s a little less busy now, and notice the clock on the wall reads 11:48. Aleks notices you, and Clayre drops your arm.

“Actually I’m gonna go pee real quick…” she says. You roll your eyes at her, just as Aleks appears in front of you.

“Hey stranger! How’s it going?” He asks. You lean on the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools. He grabs a glass, filling it with ice and dispensing clear water into it. You sigh as he slides it to you.

“Cauldron…” you practically moan and bring it to your lips, chugging half of it and setting it down. He’s chuckling at you, arms crossed over his torso. “Thank you.” He grins.

“You looked like maybe you needed it.” He rests his hands on the lip of the bar, staring at you as his smile grows. You can’t help but smile back and huff a laugh.

“What!” You say. He chuckles again.

“You didn’t answer my question Y/N,” he says, still grinning at you. You’re trying really, really hard to remember what he asked.

“Aleks… I’m going to be so honest with you right now, I do not even remember what you asked me.” He shakes his head, smiling at the ground. You catch sight of Clayre rounding the opposite corner of the bar from the bathroom, and you get yet another brilliant idea.

“Hey um you have to go over there to Clayre because she wanted to get a drink,” you say quickly. Aleks looks at you confused.

“Okay… isn’t she coming over here?”

Yes, Aleks. But if she’s over here with me, I’ll have to do all the talking and she won’t be forced to do any of it.

“No uhhhh….” You’re struggling to come up with an excuse. “She said she wants one at that end of the bar… like all the way down there so you gotta go over there.” You shoo him away, before Clayre draws any closer. Thank the Mother he actually catches her before she gets more than a few inches down the length of the bar, and he begins talking to her. You decide you’re not going to look — she can thank you later.

You’re sipping your water, the effect of all those drinks not lessening with the effort when a large, tan male takes a seat beside you. You’re quick to take him in; well, first of all, he’s huge. Even sitting, he towers over the bar. His shoulder length brown hair is halfway tied back, and he has a light brown stubble on the lower half of his face. His tight black pants are lined with a multitude of emptied bands pockets, for weapons that he must have unsheathed for his night out. He must be Illyrian.

Finally he clears his throat and turns to you, sparing you the action of speaking first. Although it is itching you why he’s sitting so close to you, considering all the other empty barstools up here.

“I don’t really know how to start these kind of things…” his voice comes out rough and gravelly. He keeps looking at the brick wall behind the bar, a hand scratching at his chin. You continue to give him a once over.

“Well. Uh, I guess I should probably introduce myself first, right? I’m Cassian.” He says, finally turning to face you. His soft brown eyes meet yours, and he truly is handsome. You give him a small smile, shifting on the stool so you’re knee-to-knee with the stranger.

“Y/N.” You say. He smiles back.

“Y/N. Alrighty… uh.” He clasps his hands together and you glance behind him. Clayre is finally talking with Aleks. Thank the Cauldron.

Your newfound handsome man seems to be stumbling with his words, so you decide to play it up a little bit. You lean over, bending at the waist and place both of your hands on his knees. In doing this, your elbows push together, exposing yourself in your already semi-revealing dress. Is it a little much? Yes. Is it something you’d ever normally do? No. Are we throwing morals out the window tonight? Absolutely.

You stare up at him innocently as his eyes widen, and you see him fighting to look anywhere but your face. He doesn’t have to; his pants are constricting enough that the bulge under his zipper is already beginning to grow. He swallows thickly, clearing his throat. He almost looks like he’s sweating a little.

“Ohh um… so I’m actually not over here for um. Myself, uh…” he chuckles, and you notice he sneaks a glance. Poor guy. His eyes wander right down the valley you’ve created, which doesn’t help his situation. Both pairs of eyes drift there next, and then you make eye contact again. You smirk.

“Hmm… are you… sure? About that? Because it seems like-“ You begin to draw circles with your pointer finger on his knee, and he’s near panting as he grabs both of your hands in his, cutting you off.

“No. I’m…” He takes a breath. “Really. I came over here just to ask if you have a mate or anything.” You smirk.

“Or… anything.” You drawl. He closes his eyes, almost willing his erection to go away. Touching you was a bad idea, even if it was in an attempt to make his situation better. He sets your hands gently back in your lap, and you continue to stare at him innocently. You lift yourself off the barstool, the back of your thighs starting to stick to the leather. Once you’ve peeled them off, you set yourself back down with a slight bounce, allowing Cassian to notice. You swear you can hear a tiny groan come from him at the sight.

“I will take that as a no.” He runs a hand down his face. “Listen Y/N, really, I started this whole thing off so wrong, okay,” he fumbles. You nod, smirking at him.

“It’s my friend that I’m asking for. He’s been kind of, well… he’s been attracted to you all night,” he finishes with a little laugh. You can’t help but laugh with him.

“Mhm, and this, friend,” you say. “Why hasn’t he just come talk to me himself?” Cassian shrugs, looking out at the dance floor, then back to you.

“Honestly, I don’t know why Azriel does half the things he does. But, what I do know is, he’s probably watching us right now and he’s going to kill me when I walk away from you.” He lets out an exasperated groan, and you raise an eyebrow.

Azriel.

Hmm.

“Sounds… charming.” You taunt. Cassian chuckles, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the action. He shakes his head and moves to stand readjusting slightly as he does.

“Just take my word for it, I suppose.” He says, looking down at you one last time with a grin. “I think you two will get along juuuust fine.” You roll your eyes and he stalks off. Whatever that means. You would’ve been fine going home with Cassian.

Clayre meets your eyes, hers filled with so many expressions. Aleks is nowhere to be found, and she mouths from one end of the bar from another.

“IM GOING HOME WITH ALEKS” she points to herself and the swinging door connecting the bar to the kitchen, presumably where Alex’s disappeared to. You give her a thumbs up and smile, silent clapping.

She makes a motion, outlining a huge mass with her hands and then shrugging and pointing to the barstool next to me.

“HE WAS CUTE” She nods her head slowly, eyes wide. I shake my head no.

“WHY?” She mouths back, just as the door swings open, Aleks walking through with his keys in his hand. The clock above the bar now reads 12:35, and Jeremiah follows him out, speaking happily to him and waving him off. He rounds the bar and offers an arm to Clayre, and she looks at you one last time over her shoulder excitedly before exciting out the back door with him. You look toward the dance floor, hoping to spot Cassian but unfortunately, he’s nowhere to be found. There’s no real point in waiting around without a friend, and you’d be damned waiting for a guy who hadn’t talked to you all night to come talk to you now.

You drain the last few sips of water you had left from the slowly melting ice, making to stand and head out when two large hands appear on either side of you, arms boxing you in. Your eyes widen, a cool presence behind you; shadows tickling your jaw and trailing over your collarbone. The scents of cool mint, sage, and sea salt invade your senses; clean, but dangerous. Soft strands of hair brush against the top of your ear as a low, seductive voice, cool as the ice left in your glass rasps:

“I don’t believe we’ve properly met.”

✧･ﾟ: *

Part 2

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Potential script idea for billy batson s radio show segment

The whizz radio intro tones-

Billy Batson then starts speaking through a slightly crackly radio as Fawcett is a city someone lost to time, given its connection to the Rock of Eternity.

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Welcome to WHIZZ Radio: where we give the latest news, truths, and view in Fawcett City. Brought to you by your host, me, billy Batson.

Starting off with community news, make sure to visit the shrine of Atlas sometime this week with an offering. Cap mentioned that there might be a need for endurance next week, and we should all probably listen. Additional reminder, the festival of Zeus will be happening this Saturday. Stay away from odd looking geese, metal poles and don't fulfill any selfcrearting proficies in a fit of hubris.

Onto traffic!

Main Street and Fifth Avenue are both still under construction from Dr. Sivannas attack and the demon portal last Thursday and Friday. Ms. Marvel and Cap. both played a role in clearing the debris, but there are still major cracks and fissures to Hades. Expect delays.

Now the weather.

Today's forecast includes thick over cast clouds; a good time for summoning souls. Be sure to greet both the living in the dead while going about your day and don't for get that umbrella! There is a slight chance of curses with intermittent showers.

Alright! Time to quickly cover the Capes and Crooks news bulletin. Dr. Sivanna is still missing after his recent bout with Cap. Since he interrupted one of Mercury's races down at the track, no one is quite sure when the Roman god took him. If you happen to see him, please be sure to give Cap a ring to come pick him up.

Keep your eyes peeled for Mr. Mind. The worm escaped prison… again. Holy moly. You'd think they'd make better prisons for him. What is this, the fourth time in two weeks?

*Noise indistinct*

I know, I just figured that out listeners would likely have the same comment. I don't see why I shouldn't point it out of its true

*Indistinct noise again*

Alright! Fine. Moving on from that.

Today's radio broadcast is brought to you by Saturn's candy. Nothing so sweet as a stick of magic you can eat! Try their Caramel cookie candy bars, now with cooked in bloodline curse protect. If your looking for a spot of luck, try their cinnamon apply candy sticks. Saturn's candy. A proud sponsor of WHIZZ Radio!

*Little jingle*

Welcome back to the program. Time for our sister citys segment.

This reporter has just been told by his producers to issue an apology to Black Adam for statements said during this segment of yesterday's broadcast.

*An aside*

Do I have too?

*Indistinct noise*

Fine.

I am. Sorry. For calling you a craized up old fart with too much free time.

There.

Moving on!

Kahndaq currently is continuing negotiations with both the Justice League and the UN to gain a seat at the UN table. Or be allowed in the UN room. While Fawcett recognizes Kahndaq as sovereign, the rest of the world stills sees the country as illegitimate.

Aside from tense meetings, and Black Adam being a kook who keeps coming to mess with Cap due to having a grudge unbecoming of a literal king and ancient man child, Kahndaq is doing fine. The economy is flourishing, despite limited imports and exports due to sanctions. The letters sent by Fawcetts finest and kindest citizens were well received and we should hear back soon if Mercury has anything to do with it.

It's time once again for Billy's opinion of the day.

This week!

Cans and their many used.

Not only do cans offer one of the best ways to have long term storable food, but they also make awesome weapons! We got to see this on Friday when Marvel Jr. and Captain Marvel went toe to toe with demons using a barrage of cans. And the food was still good to eat after the fight!! I love it when things are multi purposed. Now if only they could close the rifts down to Hades…

*Chimes*

Oh! Mercury just dropped a fresh bit of mail! Thank you Mercury! Watch out for old men wandering around. It seems like the Greek and Roman gods are looking to bless and curse some folks today.

Do good, and good will follow.

And keep an eye on the sky for lightning!

This has been Billy Batson, signing off!

[haechanskins]

Lose Somebody - Winter

☆ note: this is my first wlw writting ever, if you think I can improve in something or want to advice me, I'm all ears! I would really appreciate if you let a comment with your thoughts ♡

MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT

☆ genre: f!reader, smut;

☆ warnings:  kinda hate sex, toxic ex gf/fiancée, reconciliation through sex, teasing, choking, swear words, fingering, oral receiving;

☆ wc: 2.3k

click here to see the pool. ☆

It was the 30th missed call Minjeong left on your phone. You knew she was drunk again and would say things she shouldn't, just like last time. "I messed up, multiple times. You need to understand that you have to come back to me. Who will love you like I do? Who will wreck you in bed like I do? Who will even care about you? Your destiny is with me". There's no mental readiness to answer the phone; no valid reason to relive it all. You know the calls will only stop when she passes out or sleeps, so you decide to turn it off and lie down. The night seems much longer when your mind refuses to let go, surrounded by worry and dreams returning to the day it all happened...

"How many more times is this damn woman going to show up?" Minjeong shouts as your friend Giselle visits your house again. Your fiancée spent the night away without explanations, and Giselle stayed to calm you. "All that bitch wants is to take you away from me, can't you see?" Anger makes the beer bottle in Minjeong's hands fly towards the wall near you. In that moment, Minjeong realizes her mistake, even though she's far from sober, and rushes toward you. She always had jealousy issues, and you usually let it pass, but this time, the shock and fear were too much. Her touch alone was enough to make you scream and cry.

"Please, forgive me!" she says amidst tears, trying to hold your face. "Babe, please forgive me!" she continues, trying to hold your hands while you throw the ring away. She kneels, holds your arms - the last place you need to be - the last face you want to see is hers. Thursday morning, 8 am, was when it all happened. The last words you heard after walking through the door were "Slut, go be with your bitch Giselle and then tell me if she's better than me! I know I can find someone better than you.". These words echo in your mind during what should be a peaceful sleep, but you're awakened by your own voice calling your ex-fiancée's name incessantly. Should you call her? But why? To hear mockery and provocations?

A hot shower should bring some calmness. All you can think about now is a bit of tranquility. The water flowing down your body makes this feeling seem true for a moment. Walking through the apartment, you realize there's garbage to take out, and your little dog starts jumping on your legs as if asking for fresh air. "Just because I need to take out the trash, okay?" putting the small one under your arm and heading to the elevator. "Do you think I should call her, Kima?" you ask, touching the tip of the small pet's nose, and her head turns around. "She can't even answer and would disapprove" but does she miss her other mom? Thoughts consume you again until Kima gets restless and starts barking while leaving the building. You search for reasons, put her down, and check if there's something on her tiny body. Then she escapes to the automatic gate. Minjeong is leaning against it, at first, you think it might be your sleep playing tricks on you or the lack of glasses, so you start shouting for Kima to come back.

"She misses me too" the redhead shouts. "Please, let me in. I just want one last conversation." You sigh and think for a moment before opening the gate. "I'm doing this for Kima. You have 15 minutes at most!" you say, approaching the gate and opening it.

Keeping with the usual, as you reach your floor, you make coffee for both while Minjeong plays with Kima in the living room. As you sweeten the drink, your mind begins to question the decision to let her into your home, into your comfort. In a moment of distraction and vulnerability, you grab the hot iron kettle without realizing it, screaming in pain and alerting your ex, who was in the other room. "Here..." she guided you to the sink, letting cold running water flow over your hand. "Do you have burn ointment?". "In the bedroom, second door on the corridor" you answer without much thought. When you hear the doorknob turning, you scream at Minjeong to go back, but it's too late. You still have photos with her on the desk, and your steps after the unresolved breakup have been slow. Seeing her still confuses you, and your heart, whether you like it or not, beats faster.

"I found it" showing the ointment in her hands while smiling slightly. She extends her hand, waiting for yours, and applies gently. Pointing to the sofa, she asks you to sit and grabs the cups, placing them on the small coffee table. "You still have..." she begins, but you cut her off instantly, asking what she wants to talk about and why she's there. Minjeong sighs and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds, as if waiting for the words to fall from the sky into her head. "I miss you…" you continue looking while her eyes seem to search for another focus and her mouth more words. "Is that it?" she remains silent. "Then you can leave!" the girl watches you walk towards the door to send her away, but she doesn't move. "I said you can go, Minjeong." The last thing your ex-fiancée would do is leave. She managed to contact you after months, entered your house, and was in your presence. She won't leave.

"Okay" as you open the door, Minjeong closes it again, leaning over you. Not much taller, but already causing some intimidation due to the angle and proximity, she continues "Do you prefer to hear me here or in bed?" Silence hangs in the air, and the atmosphere is palpable. You want her to leave while simultaneously wanting her to touch you any way she pleases. "Sorry, didn't mean to cross boundaries. I thought we could..." she backs away from the door, trying to explain her recent behavior. But you’re faster and more eager. It's impossible to lie to your own body. A fervent and quick kiss begins, lasting for a few minutes until you both need air.

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again!" "This is the last time, Kim Minjeong. This is the last time." Everything around you seems to vanish until you touch and fall, fortunately, nothing breaks on the way to the bed. "Whatever you want," you say, watching her eyes darken. Supported by your knees, facing each other, you feel your neck being squeezed. Minjeong's laughter resonates in your ears, sending a shiver down your entire body.

"If this is the last time, then I'll fuck you like the slut you are" she almost spits out each word, pushing you onto the bed and lightly biting every exposed inch of your skin. You don't resist for a minute; her words only make you crave more, yet at the same time, they ignite a sense of anger, uncertain if it's just a fetish or something serious.

"I'm the slut, and you come crawling to my door?" you move on top of her. "Not going to answer?" you question, slapping her face, and she smirks, attempting to put her hands on your waist. However, you pull them up, leaning on them, just inches away from Minjeong's mouth. "I'm not the one missing you," spreading kisses on her face. "I'm not the one begging every day to come back. Or am I?" you mock, a statement mixed with truth, both with hearts pounding and panties soaked.

"You..." she starts.

"I don't want you to speak. I want you to beg," you interrupt.

"I like your attempt to take control. It's cute. But it doesn't work with me" she retorts "but since you're here, you'll make it easier for me," she continues smiling, and your head knots for a few seconds. How did she manage to flip the situation like this?

"I won't do anything you want," running your hands through Minjeong's red hair. "Why should I?"

"Because you've always obeyed me, like a good girl." she teases.

"That's over, Minjeong."

"Over?" she laughs. "And would you spread your legs if I commanded?" she asks, pulling your hand towards her mouth, licking and sucking on the two middle fingers. "Would you take off this blouse if I told you to?" continues. You feel your body shiver and yield to each word she says. You get up from the bed, and her eyes follow you as she sits there, glancing at you. You remove your blouse and the small pajama shorts, turning around to reveal just your panties. Minjeong observes every inch of your body, running her hands from your neck to your thighs.

"Is this what you want?" 

"I want much more!" she replies, pulling you by the waist. You look down at her and give her a slap. "I wished you'd never show up here again" her eyes search for whether it's the truth or just a game. "I wished you'd disappear from my life forever" another slap. "You could find someone better so easily, and yet, here you are, begging for me," you say, sitting on her lap while speaking. "Is it cute for me to try to boss you around?" You laugh mockingly and give another slap, moving your hand down to Minjeong's neck, squeezing it. She continues to look at you with doubt, but there's nothing in you that worries about responding at this moment.

Drawing her silhouette with your hands, she shivers with every touch and sighs with every scratch where her skin is exposed. Kneeling on the rug in your room, you put your hands on her waist to find the edge of her pants, starting to pull along with her panties. Once done, you move your hands up again to take off the remaining blouse and bra. For the first time, you observe the shaky breaths coming from your old partner instead of yourself.

"Look who's the slut now. So needy and alone that you're wet for so little" one hand squeezing Minjeong's neck, while the other is wandering across her intimacy. "How many fingers do you think I can fit without even touching you?" you ask, making a pout. "Three? Already?" you pretend to insert your fingers, and her eyes close, mouth opens with a slight moan. You laugh; she opens her eyes disappointed, and mumbles.

"I want you to sit on my face" you say, lying on the bed and waiting for her, but Minjeong laughs and doesn't follow. "As I said, it's cute," she says, leaning into the space between your legs "but it doesn't work with me" she concludes, placing kisses on the inner part of your thigh, causing shivers and a soft moan to escape. Minjeong laughs and moves closer to your pussy.

Positioning herself on top of your body, she confesses several times that she felt hatred towards you for ignoring her, that she wanted to have you all the time, but you were a complete slut. That's why she was there, to show you why she should be the only one to touch your body forever.

"You're going to cooperate with me now," she said, biting your thigh "properly" she continued, placing a kiss on your clitoris, then licking your entire intimate area from top to bottom twice, watching you squirm and moan. "Hmm... so you like this, don't you?" she laughed. "Want more?" She licked again and gave another kiss.

"Please," you responded with a trembling voice.

"Please, what, my love?" she licked once more.

"Please, I need you to go down on me."

"Good girl," she replied, doing what had been asked. Then, she inserted two fingers while alternating between slow and fast sucks, murmuring, "Delicious as always," and grumbling, "You're so tasty. I love the taste you have," making your entire pussy vibrate. When the redhead noticed that you were moaning too much and holding onto her hair tightly, she stopped abruptly.

"Did you stop?" you asked desperately. "I was almost there," you grumbled.

"I want to come with you" she said, kissing up your belly and breasts, sucking a few times. "I want to feel you" she continued, immediately kissing you. She gradually pulled your hair while one hand played with your clitoris and returned to your breasts without any warning or alert. Everything seemed to make you 100% more sensitive to her touch, more needy, and addicted to that touch.

Minjeong pulled you closer "We've never tried this. Do you want to?" She pulled one of your legs up onto her thigh. You knew what she was talking about and involuntarily smiled. The only answer you could give was your own body fitting perfectly with hers; pussy against pussy. You could hardly breathe with your hearts racing amid so many moans. The only sound besides them was the wet skin-on-skin noise. "It's unbelievable how beautiful you look when you're about to cum for me" Minjeong gasps. "You're mine," she continues, grinding against you even more.

"I'm yours. I'm only yours" you say as your voice falters amid whispers and almost tears. "I'm going to—" you say, almost shouting.

"Cum in my pussy" she replies "with me" she continues, holding onto your waist even tighter, giving more and more thrust. The moans get louder, and you both hardly know where to touch—lacking hands for hair, breasts, waist, thighs, lacking voice.

You climax together. It wasn't the last time you saw Minjeong or had sex with her, but on this specific day, after everything, she stayed with you, and you slept entwined. Minjeong still believes to this day that you were in a deep sleep when she whispered "I had to lose you to realize I can't live without you... what an idiot... I hope this never happens again. I love you, y/n."

tags: @minjeongswife

[jealousmartini]

Oh, nothing much, just a list of reasons why I am so excited to permashift to my ultimate 4d reality //better current reality//

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— EXPERIENCING DESIRED SCENARIOS

I am a hardcore daydreamer just like my brother and sister shifters(you guys🫵🏾), and I can't wait to really live the silly imagines I always have in my head. Even if it's something relatively small, I will still get to live every second of them.

Idk if some of you guys will remember that one post where I mentioned Googlebox? But I'm mentioning it again🙄 because I scripted me, my love of my life, his sister who is my bff, my own girl bff and her boyfriend are part of the program teehee. I swear no one will ever understand how much of a comfort show Googlebox is to me and in general.

The idea of being on TV whilst watching TV and relaxing with my favourite people and eating my favourite food just makes me melt. It's such a core memory to me and idk I just love showing off how perfect my family is to everyone else

— FOOD

I can't wait for all the delicious food I'll get to eat. There will never be a single time where I have to eat something I don't like or don't want to ever again, because why should I have to? I'm mostly excited to have stuff like popeyes, McDonald's, seafood boils, those Korean and Japanese foods you see on mukbangs, loads of fruit bowls (I really do love fruit), basically everything meat/barbecue, pasta including ramen, and sweets too cus🧍🏿‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

— NO UGLY CLOTHES ALLOWED

Never will there be a day or night where I will ever need to wear clothes that don't suit me or clothes I don't like. My closet is going to be full of the cutest and gorgeous late 90s and early 2000s skirts, shirts, bellbottoms, flares, jackets, oversized ts, shorts, belts, slippers, jewelry, panties and bras etc etc

— ALREADY COMPLETED WORK

In my better cr, I scripted that I am already miles ahead of everyone in college work (and best believe all my work is at distinction level) so I have all the time in the world to do what I want until the next brief; I also scripted the date of month that I will wake up in my better cr in is the 17th April last week so I will have only 3 days of college next week (because i go in on mondays, tuesdays, wendsays and Thursdays) and 4 weeks of freedom to myself. (I also scripted my teachers let me do my own art work in my free time in class, cus sometimes all a girl wants to do is draw their ocs🥺)

Edit :: 17th of may now!!

— CURRENTLY IN MY MOVING ERA

In better cr, I am kind of in the planning process of moving out of my house to my apartment penthouse with my friend group. I'm thinking of moving out at 18 or 19 years old since I'm 17 rn and I still want to explore my better cr house cus it's wayyyy better than this one. But even once I've moved out I'll probably keep visiting my old home where my mum and her husband lives because.

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Overall, I am so excited to experience everything I have ever dreamed of. I know I deserve my freedom and peace, excitement, and joy. Being able to just do what I want when I want and always knowing that no matter what, everything is going to be okay.

Life is so amazing, and it's so worth living. I know I will manifest my desired reality in no time, and I know all of the stress, time, anxiety, and patience won't be for nothing. Life is mine to explore, and I can't wait to do so

@4ellieluv @livingmydreamlife5555 @theshifterbear @cocozydiaries

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - On the Rag

steddie, early 1960s, newlyweds, menstruation, period sex, mdni 🔞

Eddie comes home from work a bit late—he stayed after to help a couple students plan their research papers—but not so late Steve should be worried. They’ve only been married a month, and he just wants to hold his pretty wife and kiss his neck to make him giggle.

He finds Steve in the kitchen, throwing together a caesar salad to go with the lasagne in the oven, and presses up behind him. “Hey, Baby,” he murmurs, hands gripping Steve’s hips. Then he kisses Steve’s neck, just like he’s been wanting to and he smells so sweet. “How was your day?”

“Good! I got groceries and drove Mrs. Driscoll to her doctor’s appointment. Oh! And I got the sink in our bathroom unclogged! Drains fine now.” Steve sets aside the salad and turns in Eddie’s arms, smiling brightly. “Supper will be ready soon.”

“I don’t know how you have enough hours in the day,” Eddie says, smile just as wide. “And to think I’m exhausted after trying to get 200 twelve-year-olds to diagram sentences.”

“Diagramming sentences is pretty exhausting,” Steve teases. “Now go wash up so we can eat.”

Eddie does as he’s told, and he and Steve eat at the kitchen table, talking more about their days and planning the rest of the week. After, they do the dishes together, Eddie washes and Steve dries. Steve’s got his eye on an electric dishwasher, but Eddie’s second-year teaching salary isn’t enough for one just yet.

Everything put away, they settle in the living room to watch Petticoat Junction. Or, Steve watches while Eddie grades quizzes. Eddie mostly listens, but he notices that Steve is having trouble finding a comfortable spot on the couch, shifting every couple minutes snd eventually settling with one leg tucked under himself.

And his scent is getting even stronger, like it would before his heat, but he isn’t due for a few months… “Baby,” Eddie asks, “Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to grab you an aspirin?”

Steve has a hand over his belly, but he looks up and forces a smile. “I’m fine, Puppy. Just a little tired, it’s nothing.”

“Then let’s head up to bed.” Eddie puts away the graded quizzes and gets up to turn off the television. He holds a hand out for Steve, rumbling a purr when he takes it.

They get ready for bed together, Steve’s scent even stronger in their shared bathroom, with the slightest sour-sharp hint to it. Teeth brushed, Eddie can’t help but pull Steve in for a kiss, and it turns heated as their kisses so often do.

But before Eddie can even suggest that they move to the bed and worry about the rest of their toilette after, Steve pushes him away. “Not tonight, Puppy.”

Eddie points to the medicine cabinet, concerned. “Sure you don’t need an aspirin?”

“No, it’s just… Aunt Flo is visiting.”

“You don’t have an Aunt Flo?” Steve’s only aunt is named Patricia. as far as Eddie knows.

“Eddie…” Steve says, sounding pained. And a little disappointed. “It’s my time of the month… I’m on the rag.”

“Oh!”

“Right.”

“Still no aspirin?”

“It doesn’t really help with my cramps, so why bother?” Steve says with a shrug.

“Is there anything that does help?”

“A hot bath, chocolate…”

“What about an orgasm?”

“Eddie!”

“What, something that feels good down there should counteract the things that feel bad down there,” Eddie replies with a shrug of hus own.

Steve pouts and shakes his head. “It’ll make a mess.”

“We can put down a towel.”

“Eddie! Those are nice towels!” They are, their house is stocked with matching towels thanks to their wedding registry.

“And I am a-okay with sacrificing one if it means I get to make you feel better, Baby.” He pulls Steve close, guiding his nose towards his neck to calm him. “Please, Baby, let me take care of you.”

Steve doesn’t answer with words, he simply nods. Then he hands Eddie a towel and murmurs, “I’ll join you in a minute.”

Eddie spreads the towel on their bed, and watches as Steve strips down, taking off his shirt and slacks, folding them neatly, followed by his panties, revealing the elastic of his sanitary belt, holding the cloth between his legs. He takes it all off and fetches a clean cloth from his cabinet under the sink, deftly working the small pins to trade the cloths and rinsing the used one in the sink.

His flow must not be heavy, since he safely walks to the bed and sits on the towel, but there’s dried blood on his mound, a bit in the crease of his thigh. He’s beautiful. His body ready to create life.

Eddie kisses Steve soundly, then hurries out of his own clothes, ready to do all he can to make his baby feel good.

[scrubbinn]

Mimic HRT: 18 months “Happiness”

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“… excuse me what day is it? Thursday? Ok. Thursday. Hey Mayday, I want you to actually listen to this message. Because I know you, and you’re probably being a dummy and beating yourself up about it. It’s not your fault ok? The doctor says I'll be out of the hospital soon, at least hopefully soon. I heard the doctors talking about an experimental treatment involving using that slime medication to regrow organs. It sounds terrifying but wouldn't that be neat, being a little bit slime. I'd get to see what it's like to be you… You better call me back, you got it! I'm not in any danger and I’ve been told I’ll recover one way or another. The medical stuff here is like really advanced compared to back home so I'm going to be fine. I've gotten visitors, you know. Mom came by and asked how you were. You know no one is mad at you right? A lot of our friends visited, and I found out they don’t even know what you look like! Come on, you know they all wanted to see you now that you’re fully a mimic… Please don’t start hating yourself because of this. It's understandable what happened, It's mostly my fault anyways. I shouldn't have startled you like that, I just saw you panicking and I had to do something. It's those assholes’ faults, not yours. I know I keep saying it but I know you, and you don’t listen until I tell you this stuff like eight times!”

“Excuse me Ms. Franks, We need phones off to discuss the next procedure. This will just be a moment of your time.”

“I just need to finish this call. Give me two more minutes. Anyway, you better call back ok hun? I don’t know how long that’s going to be an option, Surgery is starting today or tomorrow. You better call before than. I’m gonna be so mad if I get back to your place and you’re in another cocoon hiding away. So you better call ok! I love you Mayday. There, now you have to call me so you can say it back. Mwa! Later hun! I love you. So much.”

* * *

“Recording of Mayday… uh, Friday. Date… doesn’t matter. I, I’m not doing well. I don’t. I just finished crying for an hour and I feel well enough to record something so I don’t have to deal with Erian getting on my case! Sorry I shouldn't yell about him, it's not his fault. I said well enough but, well enough doesn’t mean I’m actually well. I- I don’t know if I can talk about it yet. I hurt Abi. I hurt her completely and irreparably. I don’t know what to do. I thought I was finally getting it. I was happy being a mimic and I still am. It felt like I was intangible before. Like my human body wasn’t real and could just pass through everything if I wasn’t careful. Now I feel so solid. I feel this body and I’m not rejecting it. But it is real now. It’s present. It can bump into things if I’m not careful. I am finally physically me and it feels impossible to navigate a world now. I didn’t know. Why doesn’t living come with a guide book that can tell me what I’m doing wrong. Was it from backing away? Should I have fully become a mimic and just left everyone I know. It’d be sad, sure, but it probably would have been safer. Erian told me if I continued on my crossroads I'd eventually calcify my outer layer to form a shell around me. Like a treasure chest or whatever a soap mimic turns into. Maybe if I was a chest I could lock myself away so I didn't actually hurt anyone. I don’t know anymore. What would even happen to me if I did that? Would I end up in a zoo? Would I eventually forget this whole thing and escape to hurt even more people? What the hell even is a mimic!? Oh universe, I’m just tired of thinking and having to exist. I should get some water or something. I’d like to get coffee, but as it turns out, caffeine is basically a poison to me at this point, and not one I can build a tolerance for… but the taste of poison would be better than what I taste now. Aria was right. The taste never leaves.

“I still haven’t called her back. I’ve been listening to her voice mail over and over but I can’t face her. I don’t have the right. She’ll be starting her surgery and I was told she’d be asleep for a while. I want her to wake up and the first thing she sees is me. I don’t know if I’ll be ready for that. What the hell am I saying, she wouldn't want to see me, I'm the reason she's in a hospital! I wonder if she decided to go with that slime treatment Erian patented. Slime buddies huh. Feels a little rude to enjoy that idea so much. I hope everything turns out ok. I want to talk to her again. I- I'm done. I just want to lie down for a while. End recording.”

* * *

Written report filed by Theodore Hans Erian, date, August 24th. Saturday It has come to my attention that a current patient by the name of Mayday Mulberry has begun to exhibit inhuman behaviors that have led to the injury of a human over the course of her treatment here. The event began one week ago when visiting outside Hypercity with the victim of the attack. This event has been documented through the testimony of several people at the scene, including the victim and the perpetrator. The incident began at a local sushi restaurant as the victim and perpetrator were patronizing the establishment. During their time at the restaurant, the perpetrator was verbally assaulted by several customers of the establishment using several anti-therian insults. These insults were deemed as unprompted as most of the witnesses there claim that Mayday Mulberry “insulted their species with its existence.” This harassment eventually led to the perpetrator panicking and running away, leading into a panic attack outside the restaurant in a shared parking lot. The victim followed and attempted to console the perpetrator with a hug, and unfortunately a mimic mouth from the perpetrator bit the victim. The victim lost a large chunk of flesh in the process. This led to damaged tissue, a hole in the stomach, and severe blood loss. The victim was taken to a hospital within Hyper city in time for treatment and was eventually stabilized. Because the incident took place within the parking lot of the restaurant within the perpetrator’s car, the restaurant has little chance to file any successful lawsuit. The victim has also declined to pursue any legal options at this time. It is within our opinion based on these facts that Mayday should be placed under house arrest and further punishment will be deliberated between our clinic, and Hyper city’s government, with a thorough psychological screening and Ms. Mulberry's medical records.

“Oh Ms. Mulberry, you’ve really done it now. You’ve already been a headache for this establishment but this is something much more serious. This affects the relationship between Hyper city and the outside worlds. Not to mention, this could seriously damage the clinic’s reputation and leave thousands of potential clients left without a place to obtain safe treatment. I will do what I can to make sure you suffer a lighter punishment from Hyper city, but you've caused a major incident that our mayor will absolutely use against all therians. If you’re not careful, you might end up in a situation far worse than living in a zoo for the rest of your life. If you’ve found a lawyer yet, please have them contact me to discuss the ramifications of your actions. In the meantime, I recommend you speak with a therapist on recent events. Situations like this can be just as dangerous for your mental state as they are with your friend’s physical state. Please call back when you get this message. Erian.”

* * *

“What are you doing Mayday?”

“I’m hiding away. Might as well stay here. I’m under house arrest after all. Or are you too stupid to remember the fact that you caused it?”

“There’s no need to take that tone against me. Insults will get you nowhere. I am asking why you aren’t picking up that phone? It’s still ringing. It’s from the hospital.”

“I know. I just, I don’t have to pick it up right?”

“You should. We need to know how she’s doing. You’re making nonsensical excuses not to have anything change. I don’t understand that, you literally took this medication so you can change forever. What was it how you originally described yourself? You were certain that you wouldn’t be certain. You need to see how she’s doing. To be certain. You owe it to her to check. She’s the reason you started your slime journey! She’s the reason you’re happy!”

“Am I happy? Because it feels like ever since Mayday decided to start this medication, nothing has gone right. Mayday ran away and I was left to pick up the pieces of her life. I can’t even tell if I’m supposed to be her, or if I’m someone new. I certainly don’t get treated like I’m new, I get treated like I just got a bump on the head and I’ll be right as rain in a month! I hate that I can’t be me.”

“You could always tell her that.”

“But she hates me. I nearly got her killed, for all I know she could be dead.”

“We won’t know until we pick up that phone, and then you can grieve.”

“Will it be ok? Can I stop hurting when I know?”

“I can’t promise that, but it’s easier when you talk to people…”

“…Hello?”

“Mayday! Oh my god, I couldn’t reach you at all yesterday! Are you ok?! Are you eating properly? Did you turn into a cocoon again? When can you visit? Do you need a kiss? Because I need a kiss from you right now!… Hun? Are you laughing? I can’t hear you, your phone sounds muffled.”

“…Hi Abi! I’m just. Really happy is all.”

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I really want to help

synopsis: coming to your place after one of his missions, Sampo doesn't expect to see that your daughter got sick... And despite you suggesting him to leave, he really wants to stay.

pairing: Sampo x fem!reader

tw: implied slowburn, kind of mutual pining, fluff

word count: 2.4k+ words

a/n: related to Sampo's part in my In father's embrace fic. I tagged at the end a couple of people, whom I saw in the tags, and who seemed interested in seeing more

"Hey, gorgeous~ Guess, who came to visit~"

Sampo sing-songs in his best female voice and when you emerge into the corridor, you are not even surprised to see him in one of his disguises. Long wig of his rich dark hair color, a portion spilling over his boa-covered shoulder and the rest streaming down his back, perfectly picked makeup, accentuating his gleaming green eyes and pretty lips, a black choker hugging his neck snuggly with an emerald trinket, and a long black dress with a slit from the mid thigh and down, open back and sleeveless. It seems like he's already abandoned his coat and heels while you were walking his way.

"Up to your business again, I see," your words lack any bite, they've been for a while, and Sampo charmingly smiles, stepping closer to you, fake manicured nails grazing your upper arm. The other hand cups the side of your face - you stopped rolling your eyes and swatting his hands maybe a couple of months after your acquaintance with him, realizing that without being handsy Sampo Koski wouldn't be Sampo Koski. After all, he is always gentle and respectful and never makes you feel uncomfortable. So you shakily exhale and lean your cheek into his palm, closing your eyes - bloodshed, as the man has noticed.

"Yep, had a thing or two to do in the Overworld. Don't you think I look absolutely divine though? Worth falling for?" You snort at him clearly fishing for compliments. Lifting eyelids just enough to see him, you regard him with an expressionless gaze and close your eyes again.

"Nuh, could've made your chest more alluring."

"Wouldn't want others to have a chance to see more than you do," he gently pinches your cheek, making you huff. "Wanna tell me why you look so tired, pretty mama? I thought the princess left the castle yesterday for the weekends at her school friend's place. Why weren't you resting?"

"Exactly why you'll have to leave now," your tone gets serious and eyes turn solemn. "She got sick on Thursday, so, obviously, no sleepover for her. Your phone was off, I assume, because my messages weren't delivered. I don't want you to fall ill too, so, go while you can. I'll tell her you came to visit."

Right, he switched his phone off not to be distracted or have his cover blown. And he is a bit unsure how he would've acted if he did receive the messages. Listen to you? Or stubbornly show up still?

Can he handle a sick child?

"Do you have the medicine, do you two need anything?"

But he wants to.

"Yeah, I have, and the doctor has seen her, so now it's just helping her get better. Don't worry about us, Sampo."

How can he not? When over this past half a year both of you managed to worm your ways into his heart?

"But what about your work? Don't you have performances almost every single night?"

"Oh, it's fine. I ask a lady from the floor above to sit with her."

"Do you even sleep?" Worry laces his words - an emotion one rarely may hear from the conman. Now both of his hands are cupping your cheeks, eyes closely observing your face, noting every single evidence of tiredness.

"A couple of hours here and there. It's fine," and just as you say that, you yawn. Sampo is not having it.

"That's it. I am going to change and then I am taking over caring for the little princess while you rest."

That's the biggest he's seen your eyes open this afternoon, owlishly blinking, clear shock written all over your face.

"Wait, Sampo, you don't have to-"

"For the girl who calls me 'pa' I want to. For the woman who didn't chase me away I want to as well," he leans down and presses a kiss right under your left eyes, letting his lips linger, enough for feeling your skin heating up. "Let me help you, please. I promise I am not pushing myself to. I genuinely desire so. Don't you believe your man, Sampo Koski?"

When he says 'your man', the heart in your chest flutters and the cheeks turn a bit rosy. Trying to mask that you hang your head low and murmur.

"Not when this man of mine is wearing a wig and a dress."

"Point taken, already on my way!" Lifting your face he smooches under your other eye and quickly leaves to your dressing room - which you've been sharing with him at this point you guess. Inhaling deeply and exhaling as much, you turn to the mirror on the wall, checking on your flustered expression.

Ah, no lipstick marks like last time. What a pity…

The thought makes you blush harder.

Squeezing eyes shut and profusely chastening yourself on the inside you are trying your best to self-compose. Why must this man be so insufferably lovely? With an ability to leave one with a truly indelible impression.

It's so hard to understand Sampo sometimes. And even if you learned quite quickly that not all the things he does hold any proper meaning, it was more and more evident that behind his affections towards you, towards your daughter - it's significant. You've heard rumors, you know what people say about him - a conman, a two-faced liar, a scammer, a swindler and any other word to paint a not-so-great picture. You know of some of his deeds firsthand - no matter what your clown says he tends to ramble. Yet somehow it hardly pushes you away.

He is just…different when he drops by. First clue is him sticking to you and your daughter in the first place, I mean, where would you find a man of the Sampo Koski kind who would willingly hang out with a divorcee and her seven-year old kid? Who would go to the Opera just to see you perform? Play babysitter for your girl whenever he visits? Flirt with you without any ulterior motives included? Occupy your kitchen without blowing it up? Hold you in his arms at night and happily welcome the little princess to cuddle? Never ever ask to get intimate with him, even though it's clear as day that his antics have rubbed on you, making you more receptive to his affection? 

And now he is offering his help to a sick girl, who's just recently started calling him 'pa'. Either the snow will melt tomorrow and the sun will burn the metal, or Sampo is complex and loyal enough to view your extraordinary trio as a functioning family.

And the second probability is the one you like to believe in.

You almost jump when an arm slithers around your waist and brings your body closer to the sturdy one. Glancing up you see a grinning face lacking any trace of makeup, familiar short hair with a rollicking fringe and a precious gem of an eye gazing at you with teasing.

"What got you stuck here for so long, gorgeous? Were you daydreaming of me, perhaps?"

Damn, now he is lifting his eyebrows suggestively.

"Not necessarily daydreaming, but I was thinking of you, yeah," you yawn again, stepping forward and making him, still attached to your side, follow you.

"Good things, I hope?" Unintentionally his fingers flex, digging lightly into your skin. You decide not to look into his eyes this time - as much as you want to turn him shy.

"Mhm. With a hint of you being annoying though."

He huffs in offense. But fingers relax.

Just as you arrive at your daughter's bedroom you slide out of his half-embrace and reach for the knob, turning it quietly and opening the door. It’s quiet inside, with light pouring through the big window and illuminating the small figure of your daughter, seated under the blanket and reading a book. Upon hearing spotting the motion on her left, she glances up and when your gazes meet, you softly smile.

"Hey, sweety, guess who came to visit?"

"Pa!?"

The girl leans forward from multiple pillows behind her head and back, and little eyes sparkle with excitement. She notices the tall man in the door frame as you open the door more, revealing the pleasant surprise. Your angel claps her hands and wants to laugh, but sharp pain claws at her throat, choking her with a cough.

You and Sampo both rush to the bed. You understand that only when your hands cup her face simultaneously - his on her cheeks and yours on top of his knuckles. You coo sweetly, kissing her forehead and letting her into the man's embrace, closely watching when his strong arms tenderly wrap around this fragile body. She is murmuring something to him that makes him smile, and then he whispers something back, making her bury her face in his chest more and the lock of arms around his neck get tighter.

"He'll keep you company while I'll be sleeping for a little bit, alright, baby?" You caress her back and see her nod. "Then I'll leave you two to it. Sampo, her medicine is on the table over there, she needs to take the next pill in two hours. Also some chicken soup is in the kitchen. And if something goes wrong-"

"It won't," he cuts you off softly, "Sampo Koski will try his best."

"Okay… but if anything I'm one phone call and one door away."

"Point taken. Now go and rest. Me and princess have some quality time to spend."

For the first time in three days your eyes do not hurt upon opening up. Head doesn't throb, and heart doesn't ache for your girl, pushing your whole body to run to her room and tend to her. Allowing yourself a nice stretch - all arms and legs and arched back, you spread out on your bed. A quick glance to the alarm clock on a bedside table tells you it’s evening already and a stomach that rumbles the next second reminds you of a missed lunch. But first you have a girl and a man to check on.

Groaning, you force your body to get up and leave for the bathroom.

A little fresher and with hair a bit less wild, you exit your room and quietly tiptoe to your daughter’s bedroom, listening to any sign of interaction inside. Finding none, you carefully push the door open and stick your head inside, immediately noticing the familiar soft light of the nightstand lamp.

And then your gaze meets the one of gleaming emeralds. They steal your breath away and for a few moments you can’t bring yourself to look anywhere else. And then his eyes crinkle and you glance lower, seeing his lips tugging in an adoring smile. Can you still be dreaming? It sure feels like a tender fantasy, especially with your girl tucked to his chest with his arm around her little body and sleeping - her breath is still labored and nose is sure stuffy, but she looks much more content than this morning.

Just before you can open your mouth, Sampo hastily presses a finger to his lips. Next he lifts a hand with a phone in it and shakes it a little, accentuating your attention on the device.

Oh, right, your phone!

Quickly nodding you step out, not missing a quiet chuckle he releases, and as quickly and soundlessly as you can, hurry back to your room.

When you pick your phone there are already a couple of messages awaiting you.

Popo: Hey, just so you know she took her medicine and soup and we are reading fairy tales rn Popo: She fell asleep

You coo out loud at the cute selfie the man sent you with the message. Your daughter’s cheek pressed to his chest and little hands holding onto the blanket as the lower half of Sampo’s face got into the image as well. And there you see a smile.

As you are grinning giddily and saving the picture, a new message pops up, and then two more.

Popo: Heeeey where are you, pretty mama Popo: What takes you so looooong Popo: I wanna see your beautiful face, come baaaaaack 😩

‘Clingy,’ you snort, and type the very same word back, which gets you a gasping sticker.

You do, however, come back, and you never knew a person’s face could light up more. Oh, wait, you knew. Exactly because of Sampo.

Slowly lowering yourself on the edge of the bed - which is almost completely overtaken by a buff man (no surprise he had your daughter on his chest) you open the chat back.

You: Thank you, Sampo. She looks better than before. Popo: Don’t even mention it. But I want a reward~ You: Sampo, I am not kissing you, do you want all of us to potentially get sick? Popo: I wasn’t going ask for a kiss, but now that you mention it hehe 😙

You glance up from your phone and pinch his calf, making him bite his lip. At least it wiped that shit-eating grin off his face.

Popo: Ok, ok, I was kidding! But I do want a reward. Gimme your hand. You: What for? Popo: Just gimme.

Raising an eyebrow, you regard both of his hands - which are occupied. But Sampo winks and takes the phone in a hand, previously resting on the girl’s shoulder, and curls the fingers of his now free outstretched hand. And you slide your fingers over his.

Now the man too looks content.

You: Happy now? Popo: Blessed, I’d say 🥰. Want me to stay for a couple more days? I could help you around.

You glance up at him again. Your face must be wearing a stunned expression once more, because why else would he rub a thumb over your knuckles in a comforting manner?

You: Actually… I’d love that. And she would too. Popo: Perfect, good thing I already canceled all my plans. You: …what if I would’ve said no? Popo: I would’ve still stayed. Or get into your apartment against your will. You: Like I didn’t willingly give you a spare key - don’t make it sound like a breaking in. Popo: You know I could 😇

Shaking your head, but nevertheless smiling you tighten a hold around his hand.

You: Yeah, I know. Thank you again. Really. It means a lot. Popo: What, suggesting breaking into your apartment? You: Sampo… Popo: I’m messing with you! Just don’t pinch me again, I beg you.

You swear, if this man gets sick, you are not going to take care of his sorry ass.

…the decision you completely ditch when he actually does. Well, at the very least you girl, who recovered with your combined efforts, is happy he is staying for longer. 

Also hearing him whine and demand kisses is so funny.

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[my-pjo-stuff]

hypothetically if someone where to write a medieval royalty au where thaluke happened what would be somethings that would be interesting, and in this extremely hypothetical au they've only met like 3 times also how would one hypothetically incorporate swabian food and culture into the hypothetical fic?

Well to start off I'd like to say that I would enjoy it very much if you could send me a link to whatever work you will do in this hypothetical AU. Also I'd like to thank you for giving me an excuse to geek about my culture. ANYWAY ONTO IT ALL, so the easiest, most obvious way to bring in swabian culture would probably be the dialect. However that could only really work if the work was in German, which is props isn't, so the swabian dialect (which is a GERMAN dialect) props won't be able to get to use. After that you could definitely bring in traditional clothing! Now there are a few flavours of swabian based on where you are- I for my part am from the Black Forest, which is why I'll use that as a reference.

You could definitely use inspiration from our traditional clothing, the Schwarzwaldtracht! It's quite the old and traditional thing, the red cap you can see is called the Bollenhut, and women are allowed to wear it after their first holy communion. For men it's the bit stereotypical Lederhosen-ish look.

Ofcourse there's also things like food, in which we have quite the variety. A personal favorite of mine are Käsespätzle. You can imagine it kind of like a German Mac and Cheese but better.. It is made with the traditional Swabian noodles called Spätzle, it is mixed with stewed onions, cheese, bacon and then flavoured with salt and pepper. After that it's backed for about 20-30mins and voila! It's done and in my opinion a great meal! It's unironically one of my favorites and a childhood meal. Some also serve it with a mushroom sauce.

After that we can ofcourse to festivities, which I think this one called Fasnacht will be quite interesting for your AU in terms of romance. You can imagine it a bit like German Halloween, but longer and with a much longer tradition. Fasnacht traditionally is celebrated the week before lent, meaning six weeks before easter. It starts from Schmotziger /The Dirty/ (a Thursday) to the Aschenmittwoch /Ashen Wednesday/. During this week so-called Narrenumzüge happen (lit. translated to Fools Parade). Basically there are these huge parades of so-called Narren (fools), Narren are people dressed up in different costumes as different characters.

Here you have a few! Each village or community has their own kind of Narren, with their own unique costume and "character". They are organized in Narrenzünfte (Fools' Guild). They are basically just communities for everyone dressing up as them, with officials and all. Each Narrenzunft has their own sort of "motto", it is a phrase or word consisting of two parts. One will be said by a Narr (singular of Narren), the other by someone watching the parade. What happens will be that the different Narren will come up to people during the parade, they will then say part of the specific phrase of their village/community and the other person has to say the rest. If they manage to do it they then get either candy, in some cases alcohol and even things like brezels and other foods. They also have so called Narrenhymnen (Fools' Anthem) which, just like the name says, is a anthem for the specific Narrenzunft. Generally this time is considered to be a time to "let go of all rules" and "go crazy". People dress up in costumes to go visit these parades and also go to parties. Imagine just a week of drinking and partying all around. Now ngl this Fasnacht is HUGE with many other things, this kind of Fasnacht is also very much southern. While celebrated around all of Germany, the northern version is much different. I really advise doing your own research or sending me a DM or two if ya have more questions! You can easily have Luke and Thalia meet during this or something akin to Fasnacht in costume! If you want this to be set in swabia itself...well, don't. Genuinly I can only advise you DON'T. German history is an absolute mess even outside of the 20th century. Most our known history was spent fighting each other, Swabia being one of those areas which were conquered and given up and sold etc. genuinely it's a shitshow and if you do not want to get into German history just avoid historical swabia all together. Welp, I hope I was able to help you with this answer !

[roguishcat]

Brunch pt 2 for the wip folder ask game! 💖

Yay, you are still interested in this one! 💖💖💖I ran into some issues with the smut part, but no more!

I think I posted a little from when Astarion chooses to sulk by Tav's door with a bottle of coconut rum, so here a snippet that follows that part. (Because before we get to the 'happy confession sexy time, there must be a slightly angsty bit).

“Let’s leave the ‘I-told-you so’ for a later time, when you aren’t so moody and I’m not in pain,” she suggested.       

Astarion shrugged but shifted enough for Tav to open the door.

Once inside, Tav immediately kicked her shoes off, her happy groan making a shiver dance up his spine.

Astarion decided to relocate and sunk down on her sofa, not relinquishing the bottle when she tried to take it from him. Tav huffed and sat down next to him, laying her legs across his and putting her head on his shoulder.

“Want to tell me what this is all about?” she murmured. “Or are we just going to pretend that this is your typical Thursday evening?”

“How’s Gale’s daughter?” he chose to ignore her question. Because answering that would open a whole new can of worms and he did not have the emotional capacity for that.

It was obvious that he was just trying to change the subject, but Tav pretended not to notice.

“I swear, she is more like Lae’zel than him, in spite of all the magic used to make their child resemble him in some way. And bless Gale’s heart, he really tries with her. But the bossy little madam demanded that ‘that teacher, the one in the ridiculous clothes’ come by and help her with her assignment last week and then again this afternoon. Gale could have done it in his sleep, he is heads and shoulders above me when it comes to… well, everything. But no, had to be me.”

She stopped speaking and ran her fingers through his silver curls, feeling him relax a little under her gentle ministrations. They stayed silent for a while after that.

“Why do you think Gale and Lae’zel work? As a couple, I mean.” Astarion spoke quietly. He probably wouldn’t have asked if not for the fact that he had a generous amount of alcohol in his system and him running on two hours of sleep.

“They just do. I guess the why and how is only up to them to know. But Lae’zel has definitely gone softer round the edges, just enough to allow herself to be happy.”

He noticed that he was running his hand up and down her thigh, the hand holding the rum pressing Tav closer to his body. Treacherous hands, what a mess they got him into. Now he would have to come up with some kind of excu-

“Astarion?” Tav breathed softly, idly stroking his hair. “I am tired. Aren’t you?”

They both knew that she was not talking about the late hour. The unspoken part of the question hung heavily in the air, the atmosphere becoming charged.

“I-” he began, uncertainty colouring his voice, “I never told anyone, but my father left my mother when I was quite young. She could have done much better than him, but the bastard made her believe that he loved her. And she was much too wide-eyed and naïve to know better.”

Just like a certain someone I know, he would have added, but did not want to draw any parallels.

 “She worked tirelessly to help him pay for his studies. Because they were in in together, or so she thought. And then they had me. Suddenly, he realised that he was not cut out to be a father and just upped and left. Taking what was left of the money, leaving us with almost nothing.”

He scowled, thinking about his mother. The mother that gave up so much to make sure that he could become someone of worth. The mother that he almost never visited.

“Growing up, I would say or do something, and my mother would tear up because it was ‘as if he was in the room’. I guess she never stopped loving him.”

[lonelybiscuits]

Ooooo I don’t even know how to start. Last Tuesday (1/28) my little got sick. Kids get sick, it happens, nothing new. By Thursday (1/30) I was worried, she hadn’t eaten anything, was refusing liquid and her fever was over 100, so I go to the ER because here in the United States that’s what we’re taught to do. They do nothing — and I mean that. The nurses essentially just tell me that “everything is going around right now” and “everyone is sick” which I could understand, but even with my warning of her high fever and refusing liquids they brushed it off. The doctor comes in and does not test her for anything, literally just comes in and talks over me saying the same thing, they give her nausea medicine then left us alone for six hours (I’m almost positive they forgot us) and I had to push the call button to ask if I should leave. Literally her discharge paperwork just said “viral illness” and nothing more.

Fast forward to Sunday (2/2) I’m back at that ER because they told me to return if she didn’t improve. Credit where it is due, this time they did the basic respiratory virus tests and put her on IV fluids, but didn’t really listen to me about my concerns over her condition and I told them I didn’t feel like it was just a virus. Silly me listened to them when they assured me she’d be better in a few days. And same as last time, no actual diagnosis.

Up until yesterday, Wednesday (2/5), no improvement, in fact she’s not herself at all, she’s extremely spaced out alongside her flu like symptoms. Consistent high fever and over the course of those three days abnormal swelling in her neck. Obviously I get her to her primary care doctor, once again doing things in the order I was instructed/taught, and she was PISSED reading the notes from the ER and hearing what I had to say about my visits (these hospitals are spectate buildings but operated together). She was very upset at the “overwhelming negligence” and bewildered they didn’t do any tests when I went Thursday and said she’d have to take a note of this situation and keep an eye on it. She actually listened to me and assured me I did what I was supposed to when I went there first, and took time to look over my daughter and address my concerns. She said that, while it may have started out as a cold or common viral infection, whatever was wrong with my daughter wasn’t just a viral infection (As I had mentioned to the er that Sunday) And couldn’t be fixed at home. Mind you she is still having swelling in her neck, she looked like a frog at this point because of the bulging. She says she doesn’t want us going back to that hospital (which I didn’t want to anyway) and sends us to a childrens hospital a few towns over.

My daughter is actually being looked at and is immediately hooked on to IV and they do every test I ask and answer my questions. She had a MASSIVE abscess from an infected lymph node. That is what was wrong. She has to have a minor surgery to get it drained because it was literally pushing against her airway. If it had been caught before this it could have been cured with antibiotics and I would not be here listening to my one year old cry at 1:00 AM because she’s hooked on oxygen and uncomfortable on an IV. But I’m here. It happened. surgery went well and slowly we’ll monitor how she does.

I don’t know what the point of this was, nor do I think anyone has to care, I’m just feeling so much and wanted to vent. And honestly I’m so angry at the previous hospital because if they had taken even a moment to listen to me this could have been avoided (healthcare workers are amazing and do their best to treat everyone the best they can, but even another doctor said they were negligent in this situation and I have to agree). I am also am kinda angry at myself, I’m not sure why, I just feel like I shouldn’t have listened to them the second time around? I don’t know, but that’s where I am.

[mimisempai]

You're the only light in my blurry world 6/10

Chapter summary

With some time on his hands, Crowley decides to pay Aziraphale a surprise visit.

But he's the one in for a surprise.

Who is this stranger acting so familiar with Aziraphale?

Is there storm on the way?

On Ao3

Rating G - 2907 words

Masterpost for this fic : here

Crowley was gathering the materials he'd used for his presentation when a gentle knock at the door made him look up.

It was the head of the planetarium's education department.

"Hello, Crowley, I came to inform you that we had to close the main amphitheater due to a technical problem, so there will be no sessions this afternoon."

Crowley nodded and asked, "What am I supposed to do instead?"

The manager shook his head and replied, "You have the afternoon off. Since you've been working here, attendance has increased significantly. You've earned it."

"Glad to know that, thank you."

"I'm the one thanking you. Have a good day and see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Crowley finished packing his things and then left the planetarium, wondering what he would do with his afternoon.

Maybe he could do some drawing.

That made him think of Aziraphale.

He took out his phone to read their last conversation, which made him smile again.

I'm looking forward to Thursday. 

PS: You're even more beautiful after being kissed. 

xx  

C. 

Send at 11:15 am 

Don't send me messages like that anymore! 

I had to explain to Maggie and Nina (his girlfriend) 

why I was blushing. 

Received at 2:05 p.m. 

Oh, what did you tell them? 

Sent at 2:06 pm 

The truth, of course. 

That it was because of a message from my boyfriend. 

(I hope you don't mind me telling them) 

Received at 2:07 pm 

It hadn't been hard, knowing Aziraphale's history with James, his ex-boyfriend, to understand that he was worried about Crowley's reaction to talking openly about their new relationship. So even though he couldn't call him because he was at the planetarium, Crowley had written back immediately to reassure him.

Of course I don't mind. 

You can shout it from the rooftops. 

Even put an ad in the paper. 

No, even better! You can put up a poster 

in your bookshop.  

It would say: "I, Aziraphale Fell, am dating the  

gorgeous Anthony Crowley." 

Sent at  2:11 pm

At least it would help me get rid of  

customers who might flirting with me. 

Received at 2:13 pm 

Crowley remembered the overwhelming feeling of jealousy that had come over him when he'd read this.

All the more reason to make this poster. 

Right now. 

Sent at 2:14 pm

Possessive? 

Received at 2:15 pm 

Crowley couldn't deny it, but he also didn't want to upset his lover in the early stages of their relationship, so he had been slow to find an appropriate response to send. That's why he had received a second message from Aziraphale after the previous one.

I like it. 

I'm seriously considering doing this poster now. 

;-) 

Received at 2:17 pm 

The exchange of messages continued in this playful tone until Crowley returned to work. 

Closing his phone as he reached his car, Crowley sighed, realizing that he missed Aziraphale and that it was hard to believe he'd have to wait another 48 hours before seeing him again.

Wait. He had the afternoon off. 

Why should he wait? The only commitment he had was a meeting later that evening.

He knew now what he would do this afternoon.

He was going to visit a bookseller who wasn't expecting him.

So, half an hour later, he parked his Bentley at the end of the street and quietly made his way to the bookshop at the corner.

Moments later, he walked past the window and, turning his head to see if Aziraphale was inside, saw him and another man.

Crowley immediately sensed that this was no ordinary customer.

He slowed his pace, keeping a discreet lookout, then saw Aziraphale shake his head. The other man put his hand on his arm, and when Crowley saw Aziraphale back away, he had to stop himself from rushing into the bookshop. Then he saw the man nod and walk away from Aziraphale. 

Just as Crowley reached the door, the man, who was handsome, stepped out and turned to say Aziraphale inside the bookshop, "I won't make the same mistake, Zira. I've changed."

Zira?  

Then he waved a small pendant he wore around his neck and added, "Now you'll always recognize me, thanks to this."

I don't need a pendant for him to recognize me.  

Crowley waited until the man with the pendant had disappeared around the corner, then took a step toward the door.

"Crowley? "

Crowley froze as he recognized the voice and turned to say in a harsh tone, "What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?"

"Hey, is that any way to talk to your father?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "You are not my father. You lost the right to call me your son the day you ran off and emptied the accounts, leaving us with nothing."

He felt nothing but loathing for the man before him. 

He remembered his mother's tears when she'd tried to excuse him, then when she'd run out of arguments. He remembered her drawn features and all the evenings he'd spent alone at home because of the jobs she'd had to pile up to support them. Never complaining. Always trying to give him the best. 

No, this man was not his father.

"You didn't answer my question, were you following me?"

The man in front of him looked at him and sneered, "No, I was having a beer in the pub across the street and what a surprise to see my dear son through the window. Look at you. Things seem to be going well for you. Life is not so hard, it seems. Do you have a small bill for your poor father?"

Crowley felt the anger that had been building inside him since the beginning of the conversation about to explode, so he clenched his fists and tried to control himself.

The other man continued, "Oh, come on, you seem to be doing all right for yourself, and besides, I'm sure that rich father-in-law your mother sold herself to must be spoiling you..."

Crowley grabbed the man by the neck and angrily shouted, "Say that again!"

"Crowley."

The soft voice made him turn his head and Crowley saw Aziraphale raise a hand toward him as he advanced.

His lover repeated softly, "You'll regret it if you do that."

Crowley slowly released the man and Aziraphale came to stand in front of him, between him and his so-called father.

"Sir, I must ask you to leave immediately. You are harassing a very dear friend, and if you continue, I won't be as nice as I seem."

"I advise you to listen to him."

It was Nina who had just arrived, accompanied by Maggie, who continued, "I have a friend who's a cop and owes me a favor, I can call him and he'll be here in a minute."

Crowley's father tried one last bravado and took a step toward Aziraphale, saying, "Are you threatening me?"

"You're the threat, we're just protecting someone we care about."

Crowley felt Aziraphale's hand slide down his arm and grab his own, squeezing it tightly.

Crowley's father grumbled, and as he turned to go back to the pub, Aziraphale added, "I would suggest not going back there, the owner is also a friend. To be clear, this is our street and you're persona non grata."

"You!"

Maggie waved her hand.

"Bye-bye!"

Crowley's father had no choice but to leave and Crowley watched him until he disappeared around the corner, then, his hand still in Aziraphale's, he turned to the small group and whispered, his throat tightening, "Thank you all."

Maggie approached, then hugged him briefly and said quietly, "You're welcome. Thanks to a certain bookseller, you're part of our little family here. And no one messes with one of our own."

Then she turned to Nina, who nodded in agreement before they both walked off in the direction of the coffee shop.

"Come on, Crowley, come with me."

In a daze, Crowley let Aziraphale lead him into the bookshop. He watched as he hung a small sign on the outside of the door before double locking it.

"Now we're safe."

Crowley let himself be dragged to the sofa where Aziraphale made him sit before saying softly, "I'll be right back."

Crowley saw him off to the back of the bookstore, realizing that he hadn't taken the time to look at Aziraphale's place the last time he was here. He gave a small smile because everything was so much like him. An eclectic mix of old things and books everywhere, but what stood out most was a feeling of warmth and comfort.

He sighed.

It was so welcome after what he'd just been through.

He felt bad for losing his temper and making a spectacle of himself.

What had Aziraphale been thinking?

"Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

Lost in thought, Crowley hadn't heard Aziraphale return and looked up at his lover handing him a steaming mug.

Crowley took it and inhaled before saying with a half-smile on his lips, "Hot chocolate? I'm not a kid."

Aziraphale sat down beside him and replied, "I know it calms me down after a stressful situation, so I thought..."

"I was just messing with you. Thanks, that's very thoughtful of you."

He blew on the chocolate and continued, looking embarrassed, "Look, I'm sorry about before. I know I never should have lost my t-"

"Stop that right now!"

Crowley looked at Aziraphale in surprise as his lover shook his head before continuing, "You don't have to apologize. The only one who needs to apologize is your father."

"Please don't call him that. Besides, how do you know it's my-"

Aziraphale replied quietly, "I overheard part of the conversation. Crowley, you had every right to be angry after the horrible things he said, and if I intervened, it wasn't for him, it was for you. Only for you."

Crowley took a sip of chocolate and replied, "Thank you, because I think I would have come to blows with him. I guess I owe you some explanations, I-"

Aziraphale interrupted him again and said quietly, "You don't owe me any explanations. Only if you feel like talking about it."

Crowley replied, "I do. I need to."

Aziraphale gently placed his hand on Crowley's knee and said softly, "Then I'll listen. Whenever you want. Whenever you're ready."

Crowley first emptied his cup of chocolate, then set it down before placing his hand on Aziraphale's and squeezing it tightly. 

Then he told him about his childhood, how his father had left him and his mother, the difficult consequences, but also how his mother had done everything she could to give him a happy childhood, and she had succeeded. He told him how she and her boss had fallen in love a few years ago.

"I know it's a cliché, the secretary and the boss. But nothing my f- this man implied was true. She didn't do it for the money. She even resigned, against her soon-to-be lover's advice, when they decided to be together, to avoid the rumors, and she found a job elsewhere, on her own, and only then did she agree to go out with him. She's not-"

Aziraphale said reassuringly, "Hey, you don't have to justify anything. I'm sure your mother is a wonderful woman. You just have to know her son to know that."

Crowley blushed slightly and continued, "Anyway, they got married and five years ago I got a little sister, Sarah."

"Ohhh you have a little sister!"

Aziraphale's emboldened interruption made Crowley smile and he replied, "Yes, and even though she's a little brat, I adore her."

As he spoke, Crowley realized he'd like to introduce his sister to Aziraphale; he had a feeling the two of them would get along perfectly.

Wow wow wow, stop, they hadn't even had their first date and he already wanted to introduce him to his family.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

His lover's question came at just the right moment.

"I wanted to surprise you."

He chuckled and added, "And I was the one who was surprised."

More than once, in fact, Crowley thought, remembering the other man who'd been in the bookshop when he'd arrived.

As if Aziraphale had read his mind, he said with a half smile, "Well, looks like it's surprise visit day."

Crowley asked innocently, "Oh, yeah?"

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "Yes, I had a visit from... James."

Crowley s'exclama, "James as in James your ex-boyfriend?"

Aziraphale nodded again.

"You mean that handsome guy who came out of your shop earlier was James?"

"You saw him?"

"I arrived just as he was leaving. What did he want with you?"

Aziraphale began to play with a thread from his shirt sleeve and replied, "Well, he wanted us to make up. He said he wanted to make an effort to understand me..."

Crowley interrupted coldly, "And since you're nice, you agreed, didn't you?"

"No, of course not, you idiot!"

"No?"

Aziraphale replied, looking irritated, "Is that what you think of me? That just because he comes crawling back, I'm going to forgive him and we're going to go back to the way things were? I'm telling you again, you idiot, I chose you. There isn't even a choice, you're my first choice. You're the one I am i... I mean, you're the one I want to be with."

Crowley replied, "But as he was leaving, he said this thing about thinking about it again, he even had this pendant that you could recognize him."

Aziraphale sighed and replied, "He talked about being friends. After I made it clear that I had someone in my life now who made me much happier than he did, he suggested we stay friends, but I said no, I'm not ready for that. Especially not now that I know what it's like to have real friends who won't let you down in a hard time."

"You said I make you happy?"

Aziraphale nodded and Crowley insisted, "But how? We barely know each other. I mean, you make me happy too, but..."

The bookseller smiled tenderly and replied, "What can I say? That my heart beats faster knowing I'm going to see you soon, that it beats faster when my phone vibrates in my pocket because I hope it's a message from you, that there's not an hour of the day I don't think about you, that I really want to tell everyone I have a lover, that Maggie told me she's never seen me glow like this. Crowley, these last few days, just thinking about you has made me happier than I've been in a long time. None of the memories I have with James thrill me the way every memory with you does. And I know that we're just getting started. That there's a lot we don't know about each other. But one thing I'm sure of is that I'm in this for the long haul. Crowley, I don't know how to convince you, but..."

"Stop, you convinced me, Aziraphale, you convinced me."

With those words, Crowley leaned forward and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's in a kiss that had nothing to do with the brief kiss they had shared on the doorstep the day before. There was no hesitation as they tested the sensation of their lips pressed together. No hesitation in the way Aziraphale's mouth opened to welcome Crowley's tongue. No hesitation in the way their breath mingled. No hesitation in the way Aziraphale's hands buried themselves in Crowley's hair to deepen the kiss.

No hesitation as it went on and on until they were forced to catch their breath.

Gasping, Aziraphale pulled away just enough to raise his fingers to Crowley's face, following the line of his jaw, studying his lover's face. He saw in Crowley's gaze the same sense of longing to continue the kiss, but also the fear of ruining everything by rushing in.

Crowley asked, his voice a little hoarse with the same emotion Aziraphale could feel in himself, "Are you okay?" 

Aziraphale, far too moved to answer aloud, simply nodded.

Crowley, concerned, asked, "Do you want us to slow down a bit?"

Aziraphale, confused by all the emotions running through him, replied, "No, yes, I... I don't know."

Crowley laughed lightly and said, "I know, me too." 

He planted a light kiss on his lover's lips and continued, "That's a lot of emotions in a few hours. For both of us."

He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's shoulders and pulled him to his chest, leaning back against the sofa.

"Let's keep it that way for now. We've got time."

Aziraphale nodded, immediately realizing that this was perfect and exactly what he needed.

After a moment he laughed softly and said playfully, "We still haven't had our first date."

"Well, we do things a little differently."

Aziraphale replied, "Look around, order isn't really my way of life."

Crowley pressed a kiss to his hair and replied softly, "I like it the way it is.

I like you. 

He wrapped his arms around his lover, who snuggled even closer.

They spent the rest of the afternoon like this, savoring this new intimacy together, aware that they had overcome new obstacles and emerged unscathed.

Both knew exactly how they felt, even if they weren't ready to put it into words.

They had time.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here 

[sseniita]

hello op, I adore the villain you've created in the medical malpractice piece. their energy, their quips, their motivations, their dynamic with the hero. it's brilliant and perfect and please, please do write more about them. "firework" now has permanently changed my mind. maybe a continuation or maybe another one-shot if you're interested? it's great stuff

omg thank u sm,, i was proud of it! and ofc! i didn't have a story laid out for them but im always happy to revisit my works (maybe even w/ suggestions wink wink nudge nudge) !! sorry for the late update, i may be silent but trust, i am lurking

medical malpractice: healing boredom

The villain hadn't expected for this to go on for this long, but the little hero was resilient. If the villain didn't know any better, he'd think the hero was getting as much as a kick out of this as he was. His thoughts took over his mind, only snapping out of it when he heard the squeak from the hero and the flinch away from his healing hands.

"Ouch." Hero cradled their newly healed fingers to their chest.

"Oh, so sorry, firework. I was distracted." The hero returned their hand and the villain got to work on their thumb. Maybe snapping each of their fingers last night was overkill they thought- he shouldn't be giving himself this much work. Each heal was a meticulous and fragile process; it took more power than messing with a frontal lobe or blocking an artery. The villain cursed silently as he moved to the hero's other hand.

"I didn't know you could do that." The villain hummed in confusion, asking for elaboration with a raised eyebrow. "Hurt."

The hero was smarter than the villain thought, but apparently also vulnerable to charm. They dismissed things when disguised as a joke or flirtatious comment. Which explains why the villain now spent their Tuesday and Thursday afternoons playing footsies with the Hero under oval tables at meetings. He had had many close calls.

"Mmm. Everyone can hurt someone, Hero." He responded, focused on the hero's untrimmed cuticles.

"Yes, but I didn't think you could do it physically, with your powers."

"Well, healing involves pain, does it not?"

"You don't make it hurt."

"Ah, you've never been healed by someone as talented as me is all."

The hero chuckled. "So it's a skill thing?"

"Of course. A bad nurse would draw blood during a vaccination," He smiled up at the hero, healing the hero's pinky without breaking eye contact. "but you wouldn't feel a thing with a practiced nurse"

The hero's eyes widened at the realization their pinky had been healed. They wiggled each finger that only an hour earlier had turned purple and gone limp.

"Oh, you are good. Thank you, Nurse." They said, impressed, batting their eyelashes and smiling at their fully functioning fingers. The villain stared at the clock, ticking towards 9 PM and letting him know it had taken almost an hour to heal the hero's fingers. Never breaking fingers again, he thought.

"You're all set. Anything else you needed from me?" The hero leaned back against their arms on the examination table, leisurely displaying themselves in their ripped suit with half lidded eyes. They crossed their legs and tilted their head to the side.

What are you playing at, Firework?

"Well, I don't know. I hate that our little meetings run so short."

"They're very frequent." The villain shrugged.

The hero rubbed over the tissue on the examination table, making an infuriating crackling noise. They continued at it while speaking. "I have a kink in my neck."

"I'm a doctor, not a masseuse, Firework." The villain said, turning his back toward the hero, distracting himself from the noise of Hero's fidgeting by organizing paperwork and folders at his desk.

The hero had been at this game the past few visits. Coming up with excuses and making up stories about them and the villain that he knew didn't happen. Last week the hero had said the villain threw them against a brick wall and broke their arm. The villain had certainly not done that.

He was starting to get annoyed at how peculiar the hero actually was. They blabbered non-stop while he took x-rays, they became very sweaty very fast, and they had acquired a staring problem when he inspected them. He assumed the fighting had finally gotten to them. It always does.

"Well, could you maybe at least look at it?" The villain sighed, mourning the fun he had had the past months. Was the joy of fighting the hero really worth the effort of healing them over and over again?

He turned to the hero, a red and sweaty mess, and moved his hands up their neck, getting close to inspect under their hair, to know exactly where to press. If they were lucky, they'd hit pressure point and the hero would drop dead.

The hero wouldn't stay still, squirming under him and leaning their head back. Their hand reached for his elbow and a light tug had made an effort to make them face each other. Noses just inches away from each other. The villain was about to ask what was wrong before he noticed the hero's glance to his lips.

Oh.

The villain was pleasantly surprised at the hero's delusion about their relationship, but that was neither here nor there. He smiled softly at the hero, taking complete control and kissing them even softer on the lips. He liked being a few steps ahead of them. The villain knew the hero had no self control and so was prepared when they grabbed onto the lapel of his lab coat and pushed him on top of them, deepening the kiss as they went.

The hero was very different in this state. Grasping onto the villain to save their life, throwing the stethoscope around his neck to the floor. Hero was in bliss, and the villain decided to keep going along. After the villain's coat was on the floor but before the hero could reach for the villain's belt, the pair was distracted by a knock on the frosted door.

"Shoot." The hero hissed, finally regaining themself, sitting up and diving for the villain's coat on the floor. Sorry they mouthed before yelling towards the door.

"Justaminute!"

"Hurry up in there!" A voice called from the other side.

The hero was red in the face as they fixed their suit, struggling with the zipper the villain had started pulling down. The villain smirked, taking the liberty of zipping it up the rest of the way, his cold hands earning a flinch from the hero. They turned back towards him, before the hero opened their mouth the villain hushed them.

"I'll come see you later, okay Firework?" Their head tilted, their eyes lustful, and their hands right at his sides, exactly where the hero didn't want them. All the hero could utter out was a pathetic Ok, biting their lip to hide their gushing smile before rushing out of the office, only mouthing a bye halfway down the hall.

The villain watched them leave. They didn't mind the 6 or so heroes awaiting treatment. They had begun to regret their choice, chalking it up to a waste of time and effort. All they had wanted from the hero was the occasional fight to get out of boring afternoons lazing around the mayor's office- that had gotten stale. But this could work too. Oh, this could definitely work too, he thought with a dreamy smile. As he gestured for his next client to come in, he knew it would be a messy healing job- he found himself a tad bit distracted.

Healing his boredom would hurt, it just wouldn't hurt him. If he played his cards right, the hero wouldn't even notice their own destruction. After all, he was a very talented doctor.

[secretlythepits]

Welcome to the World of Clinical Trials!

It’s a veritable casino where you bet the last good days of your life to hopefully get more. The odds are stacked against you, but you might be the lucky one! You might get the miracle! You almost certainly will not… but… but… winner takes all!

Door Number 1:

A blind randomized study with a promising drug. There is a 50/50 you won’t even get it. You will have to travel a 4 hour car ride every 2 weeks to get it. Or get nothing. Hopefully cancer charities can help ameliorate the costs of travel, but probably not 100%. Logistics for getting kids to and from school will be reliant on others.

Doors Numbers 2 and 3.

Honestly, you don’t completely understand them. They seem like midline therapies. Every 3 weeks. One has some similarities to a drug that didn’t work for you. Another is opposite. Maybe? You aren’t quite sure. There are side effects. They say they are only about 10% of chemo, but who knows? Again, all these are a 4 hour drive away.

Door Number 4

A vaccine for the virus that caused your cancer. It’s different than the one available to people younger than you. This is the first human trial. It will not attack the cancer, but maybe disable this virus that serves as the engine behind the cancer. You feel great now, so stable disease is attractive. However, this study is hard to get into and you can’t get a slot until the Feb. 17. How much will your cancer grow in the meantime? It’s 2 visits 28 days apart. Just a vaccine shot and wait around 6 hours to monitor. Again, 4 hours away.

Door Number 5

Is probably locked to you. It’s a monotherapy so if you are one of the 5-8% of the population that has this protein, you can get it. Did well in European trials, adding months and sometimes a year to life. Again, 4 hours away, but probably not even an option.

There is a possibility of doing one trial and then switching to another later. In some cases. But the truth is, your cancer is aggressive and time wasted in the wrong trial might be all the time you have.

Do you bet it all and hope you get the promising drug in Door 1, knowing you might not even get it? Lately, you have not been lucky. The schedule tethers your remaining life to this treatment in another city. It might not even work. It might mean bad side effects. Is the life it could extend going to even be worth it (meaning time to really live and enjoy life, not a couple extra months spent in treatment)? But, could this be the breakthrough drug that changes everything?

Winner takes all. Loser loses all.

*****

What I have learned by reading through endless medical publications is that what a lay person considers an amazing breakthrough is very different than what an oncologist does. As a regular jane, I am not impressed by 2 extra months. I also think those months might be miserable because cancer treatments usually are. 3 months of regular life is a lot better than 5 months of being in treatment. Doctors, on the other hand, are excited by anything that moves the needle. They think globally and see those two months as progress. They see the promise it is leading to, while we just see the individual life ending.

The research doctor called us after hours to give us a rundown of the studies. It was a surprise. He sent an email with descriptions for us to look over. Our real appointment with him is a Thursday zoom, but he wanted us to be informed. I so appreciate that, because it’s a lot more complicated than we thought. So many factors to consider.

These options, to blow on the dice and take a gamble, are a blessing. I think of those who already died who never had a chance. I also know that this is the way medicine moves forward. But they are also a burden. The stakes are so high.

The house always wins.

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Greetings, everyone! Chapter 13 is now up!

Chapter 13: Nostalgia

There's nothing like waking up on a Thursday in the New Year at 2 in the afternoon, not getting dressed and spending the entire day on the couch watching TV, surrounded by pillows, blankets, and snacks to enjoy.

And a Mew Mew plushie doll.

What? Isn't this supposed to be about Sans? Nope, it's Alphys!

After working all night on her project (actually, it's more like procrastinating and getting distracted by Mew Mew merch on her phone), Alphys deserved a break. And what better break than her favourite movie, Mew Mew Kissy Cutie?! The first film, of course. The second one sucks.

Maybe she'll even binge the series after-

Knock knock knock!

"AAEEE!!!"

Alphys' shriek rang through the apartment. A visitor?! Who would visit HER?! Unless it's... Oh, no.

Knock knock knock!

She forgot.

Knock knock knock!

No nonono no no no! What is she gonna say to him?!

Knockity knock knock...

Alphys paced up and down her living room, biting her fingernails. Is he angry at her?

Knock knockknock knock knock! Knock!

Oh gosh he's knocking so much. What is she gonna say? What is she gonna do?!

Loooowwwww knoooooocks.

She has to answer the door.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh knoooooocks!!!

Come on, Alphys. Just. Answer. The. Door.

Rhythmic knocking.

ANSWER THE DOOR!!!

The knocks sound almost melodic.

Okay. On three. Three...

Two...

One!

Alphys opened the door, and immediately she almost got hit with a skeletal fist. It's a good thing he pulled it away before it could hit her, but it still made her flinch!

"Eep!"

"whoa, whoa." The skeletal guest chuckled sheepishly. "my bad. heh."

"N-No, it's fine!" Alphys returned his sheepish chuckle, except hers sounded like she was on the verge of a panic attack. And she was. Clearly.

Just one look at the popcorn bucket Sans brought (it came up to his waistline... how?), and Alphys finally broke.

"Oh my god, I completely forgot about our hang out!"

Sans was taken back by Alphys frantic tip-tapping and spinning around, but at the same time, it felt familiar to him.

"al-"

"I'm still in my pajamas! My apartment is a mess!"

Sans raised his hands to try to quell her. "alphys-

"I'm such a bad friend! How could I have forgotten about our-"

"alphys!"

Alphys stopped and tried not to hyperventilate in Sans' face. Oh god no... This was a terrible start to the day...

Sans took a breath and maintained his composure. "buddy, it's fine. i get it, really. we could all use a lazy day from time to time, am i right?"

Alphys finally released the tension from her shoulders. "Yeah... Sorry."

"fuhgeddaboudit. it's no skin off my nose."

Sans was pleased to see the small smirk on Alphys' face as she shook her head. Even an eye roll is an improvement over complete panic, so Sans deemed his joke a success.

"What are you like?"

"heh heh. so," Sans tapped in curiously. "what're you plannin'?"

"Oh, u-uh... Stuff..." Quick, think of something cool, think of something cool! "I was g-gonna do, uh... science experiments!"

Sans' deadpan look told Alphys everything she needed to know.

"Um... With explosions?"

Oh god, he raised a bone brow.

She gave in. "Fine, I was going to watch anime all day."

"so, you're a weeb?"

HISSSSSS!

"hey, that's cool. i've never seen anime before, anyway, so who am i to judge you when i haven't seen it?"

"You've... never seen... anime before?"

Sans closed his eyes and shrugged. Oh. Delta. It was like something switched inside her brain, because all of a sudden, Alphys. went. off!

"Oh my god, you haven't seen anime! Oh my gosh, I have so much to show you, I'm just watching this movie called Mew Mew Kissy Cutie, have you heard of it?"

Sans attempted to speak, but he was immediately cut off.

"Of course you might not have! That means I get to show you, come in, come in!"

Before Sans could even try to process what he was hearing, Alphys grabbed his free arm and yanked him into the apartment.

Honestly? Sans didn't understand why she was panicking so much. His own room looked much worse than her apartment. Then again, his room was filled with paperwork and chisp packets from his- Oh, and she's still going!

"So it's about this magical cat girl called Mew Mew who can mind control people when she kisses them, and they do pretty much anything for her, but-"

"alphys, wow! heh heh, okay!"

"-ends get upset about it, BUT IF SHE MISSES THE KISS, SHE- Ha ha... Ha ha... yeah..."

Everything is awkward! Hooray! Luckily, it didn't stay awkward for long.

Sans' smile broke into a more genuine one. "welp, if you like it so much, then i have to give it a try, right?"

The pure joy on Alphys' face was something Sans is never going to forget. And he betted to himself that if he genuinely does end up enjoying her favourite anime, that joy is only going to increase from here on out. To Sans, there's nothing better than making his friends smile. And that's how they got to this point!

"O-Okay... Let's begin..."

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One movie and two episodes later, Sans noticed that Alphys kept alternating her gaze between the screen and Sans' expression. While his facial expression didn't change much, he made a bit more effort to display his likeness for the show. After all, he IS genuinely enjoying it, even though it's a little strange. But hey! Strange doesn't equal bad! And it was definitely good! Why doesn't this show up on cable? Maybe then he would watch TV more instead of- never mind.

The only downside to this was that Sans had to bite back a lot of comments. When he watches movies with his brother, he enjoys really tearing into the films, pointing out all the logical inconsistencies and dumb things the characters do. It's a blast! Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if it would go over well with Alphys, especially since she had nothing but praise for the show. Maybe he'll be more open when they become closer friends later down the line. But for now, he has to hold his metaphorical tongue.

The apartment was dark. Calm. Peaceful. A perfect time to open up to each other.

"Hey, Sans?"

"hm?"

"Can I talk to you about something?"

"i'm all auditory ossicles, buddy."

Alphys rolled her eyes and pushed Sans with a smirk. Sans laughed into the side of the sofa before Alphys got serious again.

"You, um, know about my project?"

"yup. so, do i get to help with that at all?"

Oh, right. He did offer to help her. Or was it the other way around. Either way, Alphys knew that Sans wanted to help. But... She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve a friend like him. She's nowhere near as good as he, or the king, thinks she is. And once Sans sees that, then... She doesn't want to lose her friend. He's the only friend she has that's just as nerdy as her, after all. Catty and Bratty are great company, but... Sans is very... different from them. He's someone who she can relax with, someone she can nerd out with. What if he doesn't think her project is cool? What if she loses him? Is she being silly? Is she being irrational? Is Sans going to truly accept her for who she is if he-

"alphys? you, uh, you okay there?"

Alphys snapped to attention. "O-Oh, uh... I t-think I'm good for now, th-thanks."

"alright, then..." Oh no, oh jeez that look. What is he thinking? She knows he can see through her lies, oh no... "say, uh... could you at least tell me who, uh... inspired you to make this project?"

"M-My inspiration?" Well... That is a lot easier to talk about, at least. Why is he so easy to talk to? "Well... you know, um, King Asgore?"

King Asgore? Huh. That's a name Sans hasn't heard in years. It seemed like everyone in the underground knew this guy. Sans briefly wondered what he was really like.

"i've heard of him."

That expression on Alphys' face, Sans noted. That's a... strange expression to have when you're talking about someone. Were they close?

"W-Well, I, um, haha... I was inspired to even start the project because... Well, he's... he's kind of like my idol."

Avoiding eye contact... Blushing... Twiddling her thumbs... Oh.

Sans' smile shifted into a mischievous smirk. "i see... are you sure he's not MORE than just an idol?"

As her face exploded, Sans wondered if her neck had whiplash from how quickly she turned. "SANS!"

"aw, what's the matter, lovebug? got something more you wanna add?"

"Sans, yOU-"

He sprawled across the sofa, his head on her lap. "got a secret you wanna share?"

"CuT iT oUt!" Alphys' blush was so intense she might have to try hibernation for the rest of the new year. Gosh. It only just started, too, and she's already ready to crawl into a pit and perish from the embarrassment! Golly! That's a new record! Well done, Alphys!

"come on, it's pretty obvious." And he just kept teasing. "someone's got a cru-"

BAP!

All Sans could do was laugh. "okay, okay, i get it!"

With an embarrassed huff, Alphys gently pushed the giggling skeleton off her lap and into the back of the sofa. His laughter did not let up one bit.

"W-Well... Don't tell me you've never had a crush."

The laughter ubruptly stopped. "i... never had a crush."

Oh.

Awkward.

"Really? Not even as a kid? No celebrity crushes?"

"i had, uh, idols? i wouldn't call 'em crushes, though. i dunno, what's it like?"

Alphys' blush coated her entire face. Oh no, she REALLY had to change the subject before this got too awkward and embarrassing.

"U-Uh... Don't... worry about it. S-So, um..." Change the subject, change the subject, change the subject NOW. "So, uh... Your b-brother..."

There it was. The shift from confusion and curiosity to excitement and admiration. Papyrus is the subject of this conversation now? Oh hell yeah!

"what do you wanna know about 'im?"

"Uhh... What's he like?"

"you met him, alphys. he's cool, ain't he?"

"Uhh... I m-mean, uh... As a... kid?"

As a kid? Now, that caught Sans off guard. He didn't want to dwell on his memories so much, but... well... Why not indulge this one time?

"well, he was... he was great." The skeleton turned away, his hands in his lap, lost in thought. "very enthusiastic... adventurous... he was always up for anything."

Back when they were kids... the world seemed so big. And while Sans had this sort of natural curiosity about the world, it was Papyrus' adventurous spirit that truly made their childhood special. If only he could go back and experience those days again. The days where they would just hang out in the woods and discover new places and solve mysteries. The days where they would go to new towns and cities and meet new people and learn and travel and... Sans swore he still has the photo album. Somewhere.

Life was simple back then. Just Sans and Papyrus, against the world. Their world.

A pair of yellow hands clapped in front of his face.

"Sans?"

"hrk-!" Eyeballs practically bulged out of Sans' eye sockets. Huh. He really is Papyrus' brother. That didn't really help Alphys' concern, though.

"Are... Are you alright?"

...

"oh, yeah, i'm- i'm fine, nothing to worry about, heh heh heh." Oh no, his voice was too high pitched, what are you doing with your hands, put them in your pockets now god, Sans you're a terrible liar.

Judging by that look on Alphys' face, she definitely agrees. She can see right through him, so... Why isn't she saying anything? What is she doing? Turning back to the screen... Clearing her throat... Sheesh, this is weird... Maybe if he was more convincing, maybe if he was just a better... A better what?

"So, um..." Just say it. "This is actually one of my favourite episodes."

Oh. Sans didn't expect that. He turned back to the screen in slight relief.

"It's an adaptation of the dating simulation, "Mew Mew Kissy Cutie", and in the foURTH CHAPTER EVERYONE GOES TO THE BEACH AND SHE BUYS ICE CREAM FOR ALL HER FRIENDS BUT IT'S SNAIL FLAVOR AND SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS IT IT'S ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF THE GAME BECAUSE IT'S ACTUALLY A REALLY IMPORTANT LESSON ABOUT FRiendship... and..."

The Sans Smugness™ has returned with a vengeance. Oh no.

"jee, alphys. if i didn't know any better, i would've said you're obsessed with this."

"Pfft- no! Cut it out, you rascal!"

"like wow. i bet you have a whole closet full of mew mew merch."

"That's not true!" Alphys huffed, before turning away with a confident smirk. "I have a whole ROOM, thank you very much."

They laughed together. In that moment, all the previous tension just... faded away, like clouds parting in the inaccessible sky to reveal beautiful stars.

Eventually, their laughter left, but the mood didn't.

"heh, whoo. you're a bit of a weeb, ain'tcha?"

Usually, a comment like this would send Alphys spiralling in a vortex of anxiety. But this time, it just gave her a sense of comfort. "I suppose I am... But honestly, I just like it because... Well..." She rubbed her arm and took a breath, in anticipation of saying the next sentence. "It taught me a lot about socialising, and... I know it's always gonna be there for me. Life is full of overwhelm and doubt, but this... This is like a comfort for me."

"a comfort, hmm?"

"Yeah. A comfort."

A beat.

"I've... n-never really been good at socialising. All my life, it's like e-everyone was born with this instruction manual on how to socialise properly... except me. So, um, Mew Mew is kind of like my instruction manual, in a way. D-Does that... make sense?"

Sans' body came to a standstill. His mind, however, was as fast as ever. This was strange. It's like talking to a mirror in a way. He too wished he had an instruction manual for this sort of thing. Sure, he was good at talking and reading people NOW, but as a kid... He didn't think having to train himself to read facial expressions down to a T was normal. Because it's not normal, is it? Normal people don't have to do that, at least as far as Sans is concerned. Sans had to just figure it out on his own. And even then, there's always this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he's doing it all wrong. It's a feeling he was never able to shake, even to this day.

"yeah. i get where you're coming from, al." A supportive smile etched its way onto his face. "we're not so different, you and i."

Alphys looked at him with a blank expression. "That was a corny line."

"it's true, ain't it?"

"Yes, it's true, but still corny!"

Ah, the teasing. It never gets old.

Four episodes later...

Sans, while he liked the show, was starting to get bored. His eyes absentmindedly wandered away from the screen and eventually landed on the pile of parts and blueprints over on one of the desks.

Oh yeah! Wasn't he supposed to help her? Welp, might as well ask her.

"say, al, how's your project goin'?"

Alphys' face stiffened. He probably shouldn't have said anything. But before Sans could retract his question, Alphys stuttered out a response.

"I-I'm gonna be real here... He expected it to be done sooner rather than later, but... I don't know. I'm just procrastinating, I guess."

"He", huh? Must be Asgore. Maybe he'll be lenient towards her. After all, from what he heard, he's a very kind king.

Alphys sighed. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't procrastinate like this..."

Uh oh, his friend's feeling bad! His friend's feeling bad! Red alert! Red alert! Engage reassurance protocol!

"hey, don't sweat it, palphys." Alphys gave him a glare at the nickname. Sans winked and shrugged in response. "i ain't judging you for procrastinating. after all..." He pointed to himself like a proud winner. "i'm a master procrastinator."

Alphys blinked. She could believe that, but Sans thought she might need a little more convincing.

"look. i'm such a master procrastinator i procrastinated cleaning my room until my brother did it for me. i'm such a master procrastinator i still haven't picked up a single sock from the living room."

Alphys bit back a laugh. That gesture only encouraged Sans more.

"i'm such a master procrastinator i took weeks to even finish my own calculations for my project. i'm such a master procrastinator that i even procrastinate my hobbies."

And now she's laughing! Success!

"heck, i've been a master procrastinator since i was a baby bones. i procrastinated a TON of school projects. homeworks, group assignments... heck, i even procrastinated speech! i'm such a master procrastinator i didn't finish my first sentence until i was six years old!"

It appeared that only one nerd was allowed to laugh at a time, because as soon as Sans started laughing, Alphys stopped. And she only had one thought on her mind.

"That's not normal..."

"yup. just goes to show how much of a master procrastinator i am."

That's not it, but the two nerds laughed anyway. Mirth filled the entire room. It only stopped when Sans wrapped an arm around Alphys' shoulders.

Touching! Too much touching!

"see, alphys, you're n-"

Sans must have sensed the tension in her shoulders, because he released her just as quickly as he grabbed her. What a relief.

"see, alphys, you're not alone in this, alright? heck, if anyone's gonna understand, it's me. don't beat yourself up about it, alright? you'll get it done. i know you will."

A warm smile etched itself onto Alphys' face. "Ha... Thanks, Sans."

Sans couldn't help but return the smile. What are friends for, after all?

Alphys had a hard time with this project. All these thoughts, constantly running through her mind, chipping away at her. What if he doesn't like his new body? What if Asgore doesn't like it? Will she get found out? How long can she keep Sans as a friend? She took solace in the idea that ONE of those questions could be answered. From what she knows of Sans so far, his friendship is basically like glitter. It sparkles and it's hard to get rid of. Oh, and it's annoying sometimes. But while she finds glitter undesirable, her friendship with Sans is definitely, absolutely desirable. And necessary. He must be really serious about this friendship thing if he didn't run away when her flaws were displayed. At least Alphys knows he's not going to run away from her. For now, at least.

Sans realised that he and Alphys had a lot more in common than he initially expected. They're both science nerds, they stand out from the crowd in their own unique ways, they both have projects they're currently procrastinating on... Eh. What's the rush, anyway? This world was fine. It has been fine for years. It's not home, but it's good. It has good friends, at least. That's all Sans could ever really ask for.

It would be better with him, though.