#IT"S JUST NOT FAIR

[becomingfoxes]

The air is sticky-hot as he weaves through a mass of tangled bodies. Tries to tamp down on the beat of his anxious heart as it threatens to bubble over with each door he open-closes. Each time his shouts go unanswered. 

Feels the knot loosen, fall slack when he finally finds her. Curled up in a tub of all things. Eyes wet, glazed from too much alcohol, mascara dripping. Closes and locks the door behind him, steels himself for whatever this is.

“Robin.”

Her head lolls to the side, squints her vibrant blue eyes. She grins. “-evie, you found me!”

“Yeah, you, uh- what’s going on? I saw Vickie leave.”

He watches as her lips tremble and oh no.

He’s dropping to his knees before he can blink. Leaning over the tub. She’s gripping a bottle of something, like it's the only thing holding her afloat. Steve reaches, pushes her sweaty bangs from her face.

“Hey it's okay, you're okay.” He folds his arms over the rim of the tub, settles in. “What happened?”

“Nothin’. Just lemme be drunk in the, uh, bathtub. ‘s cozy.”

“It doesn't look very cozy. If I'm being honest.” Steve sits with her, the music outside muffled by the closed door. He waits, watches as she cradles the bottle tightly to her chest, the way her lip continues to tremble.

“‘s just not fair.” She picks at the bracelets on her arm. Steve reaches for her hand, grip loose but there, lest she start chewing on the leather bands he bought her. A habit formed after Starcourt.

“What's not fair?”

“Vickie, she- she got back with Dan.”

Oh.

“And she said, like, She was like-” Steve feels the wetness of her tears drip, drip, drip onto their intertwined hands. “She was so happy Steve!”

“She said I was such a good friend.” Robin sniffs. “I'm the worst!”

“Robin, hey you're not-”

“I am! I'm a terrible friend.” She's sobbing now, body shaking with it. Steve's never seen her this upset before. It breaks his heart. 

“I wanted it to be me.” Her voice sounds so small, so quiet as she says, “It's never gonna be me.”

“Oh Robbie.” Steve pulls the bottle from her. Thinks of a different bathroom floor and molotov cocktails and fire. “You're a good friend.” He hands her some tissue, finds a washcloth, wets it, helps her clean up. 

“So, no Vicki then. So what.” Robin lets out a pained sound. 

“Listen, somewhere out there, there is a girl who's gonna choose you. Who's gonna laugh at your terrible jokes and-

“Not terrible.”

“-listen to you blab on about Latin.”

“Pig Latin.”

“Uh, sure, exactly. Listen to you talk about Latin pigs.”

Robin snorts. Finally cracks a grin. Eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“And she's gonna love you, Robbie. She's gonna love you so much, okay? You'll find her. Or, maybe, she'll find you.”

“You really think so?”

“I promise.” He holds up a pinky for her to take. “Pinky swear it.” And she finally laughs, the sound of it loud and bright.

“Anoth- Another one for the books.”

“What?”

“Bathroom crisis.” 

Steve knocks his head to hers and laughs. “Is that what we're calling it now?”

“Yup, and while we're at it we could add, a, uh, ‘nother one to it.” She's grinning a little too sharply now and Steve is already making exit plans of how to get her downstairs to drink some water. His head is starting to pound.

“Can we not?”

“I've heard some, hmm, rumors. From some very rep- reputable sources.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I heard that you're getting awfully chummy with a certain metalhead.”

“Nope, we're not doing this.”

Hah! Erica says you've been reading him The Hobbit. Stevie! The Hobbit. And!” She jabs a finger into his chest, “That you offered to take him to physical therapy.”

Steve feels his cheeks heat as he pulls her from the tub. Knows she notices from the way she clings and shrieks in his good ear. “Let's keep the crises to one a day please. Or rather once a month. A year even.”

“Tomorrow then?” Robin's grin lights up the dark corners of the bathroom, radiant as the sun. 

“Tomorrow.”

[daddyygh0stface]

awe, I wanna make you hard all the time, daddy :( perhaps it’s been a few months since you’ve last visited me when I opened the window to my bedroom, but you just so happen to be ‘in the area’ tonight. you sneak in, and oh — you swear you’re having deja vu due to the same pink lace panties laying by my bed, stained once more with my cum. but, as you creep closer to my bedside, your eyes widen. I’m . . . pregnant? but then you remember that you didn’t use a condom last time and that I was never on the pill. your gaze would perhaps soften, eyes trailing down my body—my thighs are thicker, that you’ve noticed second. thirdly, you’ve noticed how sopping wet I am for you. my fingers just aren’t enough, not when I’m a few months pregnant. yours are thicker, and longer and much more . . . large. you shove your fingers into my pussy and the squelch is absolutely downright sinful. I can’t help but moan in my sleep, my hips jerking into your hand, sensitive from my own fingers. maybe you’d take more pictures, or maybe you’d stay in my bed a bit longer and leave right before I wake up. but all I know, is that when I do wake up in the morning, there’s no cum leaking from my hole—you’ve plugged it up so your precious seed can’t be a waste this time. the worst part is, is that I still don’t know who the father to the child is—just that I wake up cumfilled whenever I leave my window open.

writing this makes me horny :( just wanna be bred and used and filled with your precious cum all the time daddy :( want your piss in me too :( s’ just not fair

— 🩰

Its okay reading these makes me horny, you're doing a good job <3

[yandere-daze]

It really is me calling out for Mika, but Eichi locked Mika in the Handicrafts room so he could come instead, much to my dismay

It´s just not fair😔 Mika crying, screaming, banging his fists against the door, demanding to be let out because you´re out there calling for him

[juieon]

IT"S JUST NOT FAIR

[chaosworthy]

➤ Un-Comf | Accepting

↳ @stardusted-hearts asked: 😶 + "Was… what happened at Grand Metropolis… hard for you, too?" It couldn't have been asked more cautiously. The troubled expression on Star's face should have said it all as peridots dared to barely look at his counterpart.

   {➹} – THE ONE QUESTION had brought a certain kind of silence to hang over the pair. The heavy sort, of unspoken regrets and an experience that no one should have known, much less the two people sitting next to each other. Yet, time and time again that's where Arrow found himself. Recounting memories that most of his alternates seemed to share, though this was yet another case where things had been different in more than a few ways despite the primary problem being there.

Perfect Chaos, a flooded city, endless casualties...they weren't the parallels Arrow wanted. But they were there, and he knew exactly what Star was really asking.

"Yeah..." Arrow didn't bother meeting the other's gaze, he didn't need to. The guilt in his voice, the hesitation and bitterness said it all as he seemed fixed on the ground. "I just...feel like there's more we could have done, that I could have done. But every time I go over everything...every time I try t' find where we went wrong...I can't find anything."

It had been years since that day, and not once had he found anything they could have done differently. Everything had happened in such a rapid successison that it couldn't have been helped. From finding the last emerald, to Knuckles nearly being killed, to Dark being unleashed, Robotnik's death...they had scarcely a couple hours before word of the city had reached them. The citizens had no chance.

"'S just not fair t' them, y'know...? They didn't deserve it, an' all because Robotnik went mad it an' used Chaos...it wasn't fair t' anyone. That day changed everything for too many people."

Nevermind what had happened to him that day. In the grand scheme of it all, he was the lucky one. And a grand part of the hero hated that.

[thebubblesareevil]

Ghost kings make bad Baristas..Coffee shop au

Should I be working on Superman adopting Danny yes am I doing that no I hit a road bump so u get this for now

Kaldur is Stressed as leader of the YJ and Dick tells him he needs a break and recommends this really great coffee shop he found in the harbor. Dick takes over training the kiddos for the day and Kaldur spends the day wandering around happy harbor trying to destress but the man is addicted to stress and we all know it.

Danny is a local college student studying astronomy and got a job at the local coffee shop. When Kaldur comes in he is greeted by a barista and he stands to the side while he browses the menu

Danny on the other hand cannot stop staring at the customer that just walked in to the point where he ended up being sprayed by steamed milk. It’s not his fault though the guy is doing it on purpose he swears. Standing near the window starring at the menu board with his chin tilted up and the light hitting him juuuussst right. It s just not fair, the dude it so far out of his league that Danny can’t help it.

Kaldur decides on a spiced tea and approaches the counter to be greeted by a rather flustered barista. He smiles and gives his order, when the barista asks for a name for the order and Kaldur decided to have a little fun and gave him his full name Kaldur’ahm to see what he would end up writing on the cup.

Danny is dead, fully dead, he has been killed, his gorgeous customer has finished what was started 6 years ago. His voice is just…mmmmmmm. Danny is trying really hard not to let his internal scream turn external that he isn’t paying full attention when he writes the name, Kaldur’ahm it suits him, on the cup. He makes the spiced tea calls his name and tries his best not to make a perfect imitation of a tomato.

Kaldur thanks the barista and turns but as he goes to drink his tea he catches sight of the name written on the cup. It was in fact his name, with not a letter out of place, written in perfect Atlantean. Kaldur freezes and checks the collar on his sweater, making sure his gils are not showing before he scopes out the cafe to make sure he’s not being watched. He turns back around to the counter to confront the barista.

Danny is FREAKING OUT he’s turning around, he only had one sip how bad could he have possibly messed up that tea oh god just end it. Kaldur’ahm calmly shows him the writing on the cup and asks him what it said. Danny looked at the cup and went pale. Apparently his autopilot recognized his name as being Atlantean and ghost speak took over. Oh my god that Atlantean he’s Atlantean wtf wtfnwtf!!! Danny tries to calmly respond that it’s his name and he hopes he spelled it right.

Kaldur is immediately suspicious, he looks at the name tag, this Danny can barely look him in the eye and he says no it’s spelled perfectly, but where did he learn Atlantean? Danny panics and says internet. Kaldur doesn’t believe him but nods and leaves. He informs nightwing of the incident and they both head back to the coffee shop together the next day to scope out the barista.

Danny looks very excited when Kaldur walks in and when he ordertheir drinks he and Kaldur end up talking for a bit as he made the drink, once again in Atlantean, to which Kaldur comments about how fluent he is. Nightwing is dying in the corner waiting for his friend when Kaldur comes back and they leave he can’t stop laughing because this “Danny” wasn’t plotting, he thought you were hot, he was nervous.

Kaldur is surprised but still brings up the fact that he spoke FLUENT Atlantean. Nightwing suggests he ask the barista out and see if he can figure it out and to keep him updated. The next time Kaldur went to the cafe Danny wasn’t there so Kaldur got his tea and left, oddly enough his tea tasted quite different from what Danny made him.

It was as he was leaving that Kaldur ran into Danny again, literally. Danny was walking out of the office and they crashed into each other, Danny immediately started to apologize. They started to talk and Kaldur asked if he was about to clock in. Danny laughed sadly and said no I actually just got fired, apparently I’m REALLY bad at making coffee, hopefully my tea making skills weren’t too bad though? Kaldur gave a slight chuckle and said not bad no.

Kaldur asks if he’s not busy would he like to get some lunch. Danny blushed and said yes they talk all afternoon (in Atlantean) and Kaldur ends up asking him on another date then another and another, you see where this is going… or do you? At one point Danny address someone who says something homophobic in another language and Kaldur starts to wonder how many languages Danny knows. The whole team gets in on it. They are absolutely certain they got him when M’gann starts speaking Martian and they are all blown away when he starts speaking fluent Martian. They are determined to figure it out. Danny eventually tells Kaldur about ghost speak. Neither tell the team. Tim has been looking for the most obscure language he can find and Danny wants to see what he comes up with.

[mermaidinthecity]

Never break a sweat for the other guys. When you come around, I get paralyzed. And every time I try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry for help. It's just not fair. Pain's more trouble than love is worth. I gasp for air. It feels so good, but you know it hurts. But you make me wanna act like a girl. Paint my nails and wear perfume for you. Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand. You make me glow. But I cover up, won't let it show. So I'm putting my defenses up 'cause I don't wanna fall in love. If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack. I think I'd have a heart attack. I think I'd have a heart attack.

Heart Attack by Demi Lovato

[laceymorganwrites]

Joke´s on you

Word Count: 1,397

Pairing: Sasuke x reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use a condom, Kids)

A/N: Thanks so much to the Person requesting this! It was really fun to write!

Now this would be awkward, you thought, still not grasping this was really happening to you.

It all started with a new mission, normally your whole team would participate, but Yamato had to train Naruto and so only you, Sakura and Sasuke were left.

This already set you in a foul mood. Every time those two were together and you had to stick along, it was beyond uncomfortable, you always felt like the third wheel.

And you having a crush on Sasuke didn´t help at all, it just made it worse. How could you ever compete with Sakura? She was pretty and actually voiced her affections for him, you were just boring.

Your way of dealing with these feelings that just wouldn´t go away no matter what you did, was simple: try your best to ignore them. You didn´t talk to Sasuke, avoided missions with him, never ran into him in town, you didn´t even look at him.

The mission was set in a small village near Konoha, but that didn´t make the way there less awkward. You listened to Sakura fawn over Sasuke and it broke your heart all the time.

Why couldn´t you be like her? “We´re here” were the only things Sasuke said upon your arrival. It was already nightfall and you searched for a place to stay.

After a while you found a tiny inn.

Sasuke organized the rooms as you and Sakura stayed behind, you looking on the floor and Sakura glaring at you. Then she finally spoke. “How do you do it?” she asked in an annoyed tone. You blinked perplexed, what did she mean? As you said nothing, Sakura groaned and asked further. “How do you do it that Sasuke likes you? I tried everything, and you´re not even doing anything but still have all of his attention! It´s just not fair...” she whined. You giggled a bit, what was she going on about? There was no way in hell that Sasuke liked you.

“What´s so funny?” Sasuke asked as he came back to you. You started giggling even more, you just couldn´t help it. How could a man this attractive and amazing like you? It wasn´t like he treated you different than everyone else. “Sakura just told a really funny joke” you explained, bursting out into full laughter when you saw Sakura blush in embarrassment.

“I find that hard to believe” he told you and smirked, now you too felt the heat rush to your face and quickly tried to avert it.

“It was ridiculous, really...” you mumbled, playing with your hair. He always made you so nervous.

“Sakura, this is the key to your room, we meet in the morning” he handed her a key and she went away.

Sasuke cleared his throat and looked sideways as he spoke the next words. “There was only one room left” maybe if you had looked really close you would have noticed a faint blush on his cheeks.

Once you realized what Sasuke said you almost choked on your breath.

When you arrived at your shared room, you stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“So, what was the joke Sakura told you?” Sasuke tried to break the silence. You started to giggle again and shook your head. “It´s stupid, really… she said you like me, which you obviously don´t” you answered, trying to look as indifferent as possible when the realization actually hurt you.

Sasuke said nothing for a while but his eyes captured yours, you were unable to look away. There was something behind his intense stare that you just couldn´t figure out, your eyes searched his for this something until he spoke again. “Do you really believe that?” his voice was quiet and his eyes were now unable to meet yours. “Well, I don´t know what Sakura was going on about but she was wrong. You don´t like me in any way and that´s okay, so don´t worry about it” you tried to smile at him but your lips wouldn´t move. “But I do” he whispered and now the look in his eyes made sense to you, it was the same hurt look you wore whenever you thought about him and Sakura.

You gulped. You couldn´t say anything for a while, you just stared at him for an uncomfortably long while until you found your voice again. “B-but what about Sakura?” you asked, cursing yourself for being so jealous all the time. Sasuke gave you a smirk again. “You know, Sakura may be nice to look at, but that´s about it. You on the other hand...you´re just beautiful. The way your smile brightens everyone´s day, how your eyes light up when you´re happy and excited and how you always help others. I can´t help but feel drawn to you” Sasuke confessed.

“I feel the same...” you weakly responded, your heart fluttering wildly. “Good...” Sasuke husked into your ear. “Because I can´t control myself around you” he gently pushed you against the door, grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips to you softly. It was like a dream come true, you closed your eyes and kissed him back as if it came naturally.

You smiled into the kiss and your hands roamed over Sasuke´s muscular back, tugging at his shirt.

Sasuke pressed his body closer to you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, starting making out with you.

He left you breathless after a few minutes. “Do you want to continue?” he whispered in your ear as he traced circles on your hips. You never nodded so fast in your life and kissed him again. Sasuke picked you up with ease and placed you on the single bed in the room.

He undressed you and then himself before connecting your lips again. His one hand rested on your cheek while his other one slowly roamed over your naked form as he hovered over you.

You moaned and arched your back as Sasuke´s fingers reached your clit and he began rubbing them over it. He continued with the motion until your clit was swollen and you almost came. But you couldn´t voice your complaint, not when the teasing made you lose your mind and unable to speak. All you could do was breathe out his name in pleasure.

Sasuke kissed your neck softly, making you whimper. When he found your sweet spot, he applied more pressure, leaving his mark and making you cry out again. You held him close to you as he pushed his finger inside you. Moaning and with your head thrown back you enjoyed every second of Sasuke´s finger pushing in and out of you, bucking your hips impatiently when he hit your g-spot and then left again. He smirked down at you and added another finger, making you breathless.

Too quickly he pulled his fingers out and leaving you wanting more.

“Sasuke, please...” you whined, biting your lip. He gave you his signature smirk again and leaned down to you. “Please what? You have to be more specific” he kissed you neck, tracing kisses all over your chest, sucking at your nipples roughly.

“Please take me...” your impatience was clearly heard and Sasuke obeyed, kissing you deeply as he pushed his dick inside you to take away the pain in the beginning. You quickly got used to the feeling and could fully relax into his touch.

Sasuke started moving and pushing his hips a bit upwards to get the angle right so he would hit your g-spot. Soon he started grunting and didn´t hold back his pace anymore, instead he sped up his movements. You clutched onto his shoulders, starting to sweat and feel hot. Moaning loudly, you tried to press your body closer to Sasuke. He picked you up with ease and held your waist while your arms were tangling around his neck. You let your head fall back and then onto his shoulder to muffle your cries of pleasure as Sasuke kept speeding up until he came inside you. His last upwards movement pushed you over the edge too and with a loud cry your legs gave up, shaking. Trying to catch your breath, still holding on to Sasuke, you sloppily kissed all over his torso and throat. Sasuke smirked at you, pulled you close and gave you a final deep kiss before you went to sleep tangled in each others arms.

[mandymoore]

Quit breaking my heart. I know you care, but it's just not fair. When you're not around I want you there. And I need you to stop breaking my heart. Quit breaking my heart. It's tearing apart. All I need is for you to be true. Quit breaking my heart. It's tearing us apart. Baby quit breaking my heart.

Quit Breaking My Heart by Mandy Moore

[a-rat-and-a-blob]

I want to be a hero, but people kinda just see me as a villain. And the people who get away with exploiting others are treated as heroes. As if they're protecting them from something; I don't know what. It's just not fair!

ZAC, The Secret Weapon

[granma-sweetie]

bro ok so this movie is so wonderful. oh my hgod. of course there's inaccuracies like i don't know shit about beethoven's biography because i'm unco]ultured but didn't he become deaf during the later years of his life,,, (why idn't the ask nbox lettinhg me erase lettters this is going to become so illegiblie lmao jazz im sorry) and in this movie he was deaf dfor so much longer but like still the scene where we find out he's deadf is SO SAD. I DON'Y KNOW MAN WHEN HE SAT DOWN AND PUT HIS HEAD ON THE PIANO AND WHEN HE ELEFT ADN WHEN THE FGIRLS FATHER SAID "HE CANT HEAR YOU HES DEAF" LIKE HE KNEW ALL ALONG AND WHEN HE WAS MAD AND SHIT THAT WAS SO SAD. THIS MOVIE IS SO SAD MAN OH MY GOD I DONT KNOW WHERE TO HGO FRIM GERE wait i can add pictures right

YES THERE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GOING BACK THERE WHEN HE DID THAT shit okay it's letting me erase letters now okay then,,, anyway that scene was sad as fuck,,, it's my favorite scene in the entire fucking movie man but also what i should have started with probably is that a thing i really like about uit is that it's one of those movies where a character goes around asking about the subject after they die and the plot consists of the stories told by the people he interrogates like. he goes somewhere and starts talking to ths other character and then the scene changes and beethoven is alive again like YES those kinds of media you know!!!!! can't think of any other ones like this except for mazm phantom of the opera but like you understand right. right what else did i want to talk about uhhhh KARL ohm y god k a r l started by being such a sweet child oh my god he was such a sweet child and his relationshiip with his beethoven was so wholesome and then the scene in the court is just sad and then when he grew up and they fought and then the suicide attempt and then dont show your face to me again (sobbing) can this movie not i was sad already

also SHOUTOUT TO ANNA MARIE. honestly she wasn;t there for a VERY long time but she has such a nice personality shes so sincere and she puts truth before money like schindler and just the two of them they get a shoutout for being GOOD

man what else did i want to talk about lmao just. i feel so bad for him man i feel so bad for him and it;s just Not Fair how pwople treat him from the beginning and to the end except for the select few people who knew him and why he was like this i feel so bad for him man adn the scene with the kids after karl shoots himself made me so fucking angry i was ready to kill a bunch of kids i dont care if i went to jail i will defend the old man there ^^^ god aaaaaa AND YEAH I TOLD YIOU ALREADY GARY OLDMAN PLAYS BEETHOVEN AND HE IS JUST. SO GOOD OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH HE IS SO GOOD IN THIS MOVIE LIKE HE AJWJIJSJJDJWDSJJHDJHSFJHFHJDJHFJHFJHFJJDHFHJDFJFDHFD HES SO GOOD. IM BEING REPETITIVE BUT IM RIGHT. AND HES SO DIFFERENT FROM LIKE,,,,,HOW HE WAS IN R&GAD OR HARRY POTTER OR LITERALLY ANYWHERE ELSE I DONT KNOW ANYMORE HES SO FUCKING GOOD IN THIS OH MY GDO.

also THE SCENES AT THE END BRO LIKE IT WAS S WEIRD TO SEE HIM AND JOHANNA ACTUALLY GET ALONG AND SHIT AND WHEN SHE SAID SHE HAS HIS CHILD LIKE??? KARL WAS HIS SON??? I CHOKED ON MY BREAD MAN ALSO THIS SCENE AND THIS SCREENSHOT THAT I TOOK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

obviously there;s. so much more to this that i Cannot Put Into Words but this is a lovely movie i love it so much

like sure the titty shot is. there but still

man as soon as i get home i’m watching this

[malickthoselips]

to be honest I am really frustrated with the way how Z is portrayed by the media: as an inferior to the oh so mighty ex bandmate. It´s just not fair and every mention has this undertone of him being lazy inconsiderate,unreliable addict. Not one of this attributes has ever been confirmed by anybody meeting him or substantiated with any kind of evidence; everybody that met him have just nice things to say and his team adores him. However the official narrative never changes; why is that?

it’s hard to watch bc the under (and over) tones of racism/islamophobia/ableism are evident any time zayn does anything. i think what makes it all the more prevalent is that zayn also isn’t working himself to the bone to convince (white) ppl that he’s deserving of his career. he doesn’t do a lot of interviews and he doesn’t do a lot of mindless promo so bc he disappears into the mists more often than not, it’s pretty easy for ppl to project onto him or just straight up assume the worst bc he’s not sucking ass to make them believe otherwise.

even tho it’s painful to see him constantly be on the receiving end of such blatantly bigoted bullshit, i really admire the fact that zayn has just continued to be himself and do things his own way at his own pace. i think a lesser person would’ve caved to that kind of insane pressure by now and i think it’s really something worth celebrating that he doesn’t let it stop him from being the person he wants to be. 💖

[bruisesandbees]

they expect me to function when all i know is the sound of falling apart

it's just not fair

[redlydoom]

Injuring glass

It s been about 7 years since that happening and it still hurts. Not like yesterday but it does. I wonder if he felt at least a bit of pain, at least half of the tears with his name. Your only picture...with her stings like a thousand tiny pieces of glass right where I used to love you. Did you even feel that was in my insides? I-I remember I expressed you how much I held for you, too much now I think. Because now I have not felt that same pleasure by holding someone. I just feel guilty for the remaining pieces of glass. It s just not fair but who said life is. You have clearly moved on. But you did it so fast that it took me some time to release my tears...MY ANGER...my sorrow and my delicate heart, which I gave to you. Then you just let it fall into frozen like floor. What s worst is that I was never able to hate you, I just want an apology, which I never had.

[goingtobereset]

“It’s not faaair.” Came the high-pitched whine.

Sans, currently around the age of seven in human years, was the culprit of the noise as he prodded at and smushed his little brother’s cheekbones. Said little brother was taking it about as well as a younger brother would, which meant he was screaming his skull off about it. Shame he didn’t have lungs or else there would have been some sort of reprieve from it. Instead, it was just a long, steady cry echoing through the household.

“How come you got dad’s freckles and I didn’t? ‘s just not fair...”

“YOU’RE NOT FAIR!” Papyrus screamed back at him, clearly knowing a nice, rational argument when he thinks of one. The aforementioned freckles brightened up a bit in response to his anger, bright, luminous orange standing out in stark contrast against his bones as he scowled up at his older brother.

And then, without any further warning, he promptly bit down on Sans’ fingers.

The pudgy skeleton yelped and immediately jerked his hands back to himself. He stuck his bit finger in his own mouth before manifesting his tongue to soothe it, glaring petulantly at his sibling. As soon as his finger was free, Papyrus started giggling, utterly delighted in how he figured out how to deal with his brother’s antics.

Apparently, that was what finally drew their father out of his room, Gaster abandoning his research to see what the fuss was about. “Boys, boys...” He started in his usual soft, cultured cadence. After crossing the room, he plucked up his younger son and cradled him in his arms. “Whatever could the two of you be making all of this noise over?”

“Pap got your freckles and I diiidn’t!” Sans shouted, pointing up at his little brother as though it was an airtight accusation. “Also he bit me!”

Papyrus’ rebuttal was simply him manifesting his own tongue and sticking it out at Sans. A small vertical line marred the middle of it at the tip, the beginnings of a fork in the orange tongue.

Gaster couldn’t help the amused chuckle that bubbled up at that. Before giving his answer, he moved to the couch, settling himself upon the worn, but comfortable cushions. He set Papyrus down on his lap, the little tongue still poking out of his mouth.

“It is simply a matter of how and where your magic chooses to focus. For instance, with the two of us, our magic happens to concentrate around our cheekbones, hence the freckles we have that you seem to be so jealous of.” For emphasis, he poked at his own purple freckles and Papyrus’ orange ones, significantly more gentle than Sans had.

“As for you... Well, you are unable to see it yourself unless you look in a mirror, but yours is concentrated in your mouth.” Gaster leaned a bit in his seat, making a show of trying to catch a peek inside his son’s mouth. “In fact, it looks rather like a small, blue flame from what I can see of it now.”

Sans’ sockets seemed to grow wider at that, any previous jealousy about his lack of freckles immediately forgotten. “R-really? Y’mean like the dragons in the stories you tell me an’ Pap?”

“You can always go check and see for yourself, you know.”

And Sans immediately rushed off to go do just that, stubby little legs taking him on the way to a mirror. After a few moments, he raced back and climbed onto the couch next to his father, absolutely beaming up at him.

“...I am guessing that I was correct?”

“Uh-huh!” He confirmed, giving an enthusiastic nod. “It’s all bright and blue and I stuck my hand in it ‘cause it’s my own magic and all and it’s really super warm too!”

Sans managed to rein in his excitement for a few moments, but then his grin seemed to only get even bigger as he raised his little fists up in front of himself. “...Does this mean I’m gonna be a dragon when I grow up? Am I gonna grow wings and breathe fire and, and be really big and stuff?”

Gaster merely raised a hand to his own growing smile, unwilling to ruin his son’s excitement by telling him no. This sort of thing was a part of being a child, after all.

Taking his father’s silence as confirmation, Sans let out a happy crow, arms darting out to drag his brother close to share in his excitement. Papyrus let out a noise that was half-surprise, half-grumpiness, but didn’t try to break free from the hug.

“You hear that, Pap?! I’m gonna be a big, big dragon when I’m older! I’m gonna fly around and steal princesses and it’s gonna be sooo cool! Oh! I might even be strong enough to break the barrier and then we can all go up to the surface again!” He puffed up his chest, already proud of his assumed role in the future. “And if the humans try to put us all back here again, then I’ll just beat them all up! And then we can all live up on the surface together! You an’ me an’ Dad! And... And we’ll all live happily-ever after, just like the stories Dad tells us.”

...A childish notion.

The memories of Glitchy’s childhood were ragged and frayed and many of them were missing altogether. His father’s incident with the Core and all the numerous resets he had suffered through had ensured that. Still, after being reintroduced to his Gaster, some were actually salvageable and coherent, that particular memory included.

It may be childish but, looking back on it, all of the desires were still present, even to this day. Break the barrier. Save monsterkind. Live a full life up on the surface.

He just had one more to add to the list now—break the cycle. If he didn’t manage to do that, to finally put a stop to the resets, everything else would be all for naught.

...It had taken getting up to the surface, but he had eventually realized that his father’s stories were all altered versions of human tales. In his versions, the dragon or monster or whatever the opposing force to humans was always won and, triumphant, it did horrible things to the humans who dared to try to kill it.

In the human versions, the true versions, the dragon was always described in the most vile, hideous words that can be put to paper, a villainous creature who delighted in spreading havoc and death across the land. The humans, always heroes, rose up and vanquished the dragon before cheering and celebrating the death of the terrible creature.

...Glitchy’s eyelids slid shut.

If becoming a villain was what it would take to be the hero of his story, then so be it.

[mermaidinthecity]

I'm makin' out like I don't care, but in her sleep I'd cut her hair. We can't be lovers and we can't be friends, but I still want you and I can't pretend. The way it hurts it's just not fair. A little twist of the knife, yeah. A little salt in the cut, yeah. A little thorn in the side and it stings like hell. Feels so, cruel, the way you treat me like a stranger. Cruel, when you're looking like that, oh oh. Cruel, the way you touch her when you kiss her. Take my endless summer and turn it into winter. Cruel, the way you treat me like a stranger. Cruel, when you know me like that, oh oh. Cruel, the way you touch her when you kiss her. Take my endless summer and turn it into winter.

Cruel by The Veronicas