#a very dumb famous man falls for an oblivious sweetheart

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie was…struggling to say the least. And by the end of the first week of sticking around this city, he was completely out of ways to rationalize what the fuck he was still doing here. 

Indianapolis was just supposed to be a pitstop after visiting Wayne. Then, he was supposed to see Chrissy in a few days, spend some time in San Francisco before jet setting around the world for his year-long vacation. But instead here he was, avoiding Chrissy’s calls, opting instead to take the coward’s route of sending cryptic texts and reassurances that he was fine. Despite the fact that he’d canceled his flight a few days ago. 

And for what? Some hot guy he had only seen twice? That he couldn’t even get past first base with?

And while technically it was the best date of his life, that didn’t exactly warrant whatever the fuck he was doing here. And that wasn’t even mentioning all of the fucking lies. 

It was safe to say that he was floundering over here. Which was so fucking stupid. He was Eddie fucking Munson for God’s sake, not some lovesick highschooler. And he was sure that there were many easier flings to be had in his immediate future if he just left. This was when it was time to abort the mission right? He hadn’t gotten what he wanted, and that was that. 

So why was that so hard to accept? Why was he so fucking obsessed with this dude? Eddie had no fucking clue. Well…maybe he had some clue. Because Steve was funny. And he was smart, adventurous, and interesting enough for Eddie to want to know everything about him. Not to mention painfully attractive. And then add in being a complete sweetheart on top of everything else. 

All Eddie knew was that he wanted to see him again. And leaving now felt…wrong. Because Steve liked him. He obviously liked him, or at least Eddie really hoped he liked him. He at least liked him enough to give him his number. And answer his calls.

They had been talking a lot in the past few days. Historically, Eddie had always hated phone calls, especially when a single text could usually save you a half an hour of awkward small talk. But with Steve…it was different. Everything with Steve was different. They didn’t even have to be talking about anything important. They spent an hour and a half the other night debating over plot holes in the Lord of the Rings franchise. 

He had been calling him from the hotel’s room phone, adding in yet another lie about forgetting his cell in his non-existent fumigated apartment. But he didn’t feel too guilty about that one. Especially since he went through the extra effort to buy a new real (fake?) cellphone. One that he had purchased specifically for talking to Steve with. Because no matter how much he liked the guy, he wasn’t breaking the cardinal rule of keeping his real number a secret. Not after the insane shit fans sent him the last time it accidently went public.

No, he did the much saner thing of dropping eight hundred dollars on a smartphone and an extra phone plan that he’d only use to talk to the dude he’d been dating for less than a week. 

He really was killing it with the circular logic these days. And it was getting harder and harder to ignore. This whole…thing had gotten away from him. And it was becoming a touch too insane for Eddie to keep rationalizing the lies. And it wasn’t even his usual brand of insanity, this felt almost clinical. 

But that didn’t stop him from dialing Steve’s number the second his new account was officially activated. 

It rang twice before Steve answered, “Hello?”

God, even the sound of his voice was enough to make Eddie shiver. 

“Hey it’s me,” Eddie said like a moron. Like Steve would recognize his voice after one date and a handful of calls-

“Oh Eddie, hi!” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, “That’s so weird. I was literally just thinking about you. I’m guessing you got your phone back?”

It was the smallest bit disconcerting, that just the sound of his voice was enough to make Eddie’s heart beat like crazy. He was kind of used to being the guy who made people nervous, not the other way around. Though he had to admit, it was a little exhilarating to be on the other side of it.

“I did. And you were huh? What were you thinking about?” Eddie purred, more than a bit proud that his voice didn’t sound as shaky as he felt.  But if he was ever going to fuck this guy he needed to amp up the charm.

But unfortunately for him, Steve was very good at throwing him for a loop, “You know those Afghan Hounds with the really long hair? Well I just saw a black one that I swear looked exactly like you.”

Eddie barked out a laugh, loud and unbidden, “God, you really know the way into a man’s heart don’t you? Who doesn’t like being compared to a dog?”

“It was a very pretty dog,” Steve tried, “Extremely cute.”

Eddie laid back on his bed, smiling at the ceiling like an idiot, "You think I'm pretty?"

He couldn’t see him, but Eddie could swear that Steve was rolling his eyes before saying, "I think you know you're pretty. You’ve seen a mirror before right? Y’know, the shiny things that show your reflection?”

God, he could be such a little bitch. Eddie freaking loved it.  

“Well now you’re just making me blush,” Eddie laughed, hoping that it came off as a little sarcastic instead of painfully honest. 

“And I bet that’s pretty too. So what's up?"

Oh y’know, just obsessively thinking about you near constantly, “I was just wondering when I would get to see you again.” 

"Well, my sister's going to be at her girlfriend's place tonight. How do you feel about coming over? I know it’s late but-”

“I’d love to,” Eddie interrupted, already excited. If that wasn’t a green light for them going further Eddie didn’t know what was. In a few hours it would be nearly midnight. And Eddie was more than down for a booty call, “When?”

“Maybe a few hours? I can text you the address. I’m sorry that my schedule is so fucked, but y’know. Night shift.”

“No worries. Guess I’ll see you soon?”

“Looking forward to it.”

From the latest chapter of this fic, inspired by this post

[dentelle-grise]

Your Latest Trick - Chapter 21

(Loki x Reader NSFW) Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party.

All chapters to date at AO3 (50K, NC-17)

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Chapter 21

You inadvertently do something that shakes Loki’s trust in you and reveals a shocking secret from his past.  Meanwhile, Odin’s overconfidence with the Aether is more than raising eyebrows.

Hornace is sitting bundled in a reclining chair on the balcony.  He’s glum and clearly uncomfortable, but far better already than you ever could have hoped. His rapid recovery seems driven by his anger, but he’s still too weak to travel. You’re charged with bringing him in and changing his dressings.

“They should get rid of it before it swallows Asgard whole.” he mutters. He’s not really talking to you, more to the view of the city. “They don’t know what they’re doing. Not even the King.“ His voice falls to a whisper. ”Impetuous, excitable, foolhardy…”

He allows himself to be lifted and wheeled inside. 

None of his words seem to describe the stoic and proud Odin. Stubborn perhaps, but ‘foolhardy’? Hornace’s mood is soured by his injury, of course, and Odin is not his King. Might that make him more objective ?” You missed most of the explanations of their experiments that day after Odin’s speech, but you know what they’re trying to do - protect the realm.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” He huffs. He must see your consternation and turns his head to look at the wall, away from you and the task you have to do, away from the wound. “He’s the only one who can call a halt.”

Hornace tenses himself but doesn’t flinch as you let the warm water flow over his skin. You feel proud you’ve got the temperature perfect. Here in the healing rooms you pour yourself into your tasks like nothing else existed.

Rather than recoiling from the damaged flesh, you find yourself admiring the precision of healer’s work there. Dwarves are so much smaller, how difficult it must have been knitting the skin together there.

“Beautiful.” You say. An inappropriate word, but he doesn’t seem offended, just raises a shaggy eyebrow and hazards a glance. “I mean… it’s healing beautifully.”

“So much the better, the sooner I’ll be out of here.”

    Your confusion resurfaces as soon as you leave the healing rooms. So you walk home alone along the battlements with only the rising wind for company. Soon it will be too cold for this route to be comfortable, but for now it’s fine. You welcome the wind in your hair and clothes. You try to let it blow away your cares.

You wonder who Loki will be tonight.

Your wonder about Loki and Sif, and Fandral and Sif and Thor…and Sif and you and what she can possibly be thinking of you now.

As if on cue, you spot them, Fandral and Sif, coming the other way along the narrow walkway. They must see you about the same time. You keep your pace steady.

When you draw close enough, you see that Fandral is carrying both their swords, so they can walk closer together. How cute. You try not to show you’ve noticed, try not to stare. Whatever the issue was this morning they’ve resolved it. You’re getting ready to greet them politely when Sif drops her hand from her lover’s waist and bounds ahead to meet you.

She’s not confrontational, just awkward, which is far worse.

“I would like to apologize, for my intrusion.” She bows her head. She’s as uncomfortable as you are. A thousand unvoiced questions hang in the air.

“A simple mistake. No need to worry.” you reply. It’s easier to say while she’s not looking at you.

Fandral catches up and Sif raises her head, catching your eye a second. There’s the tiniest something there, as though she thinks she understands you and seeks that spark of understanding in return.

You don’t know how to react. You don’t try to process it. It’s at such cross purposes to your true situation. You stand there at a loss and the moment passes.

“Look.” says Fandral, oblivious, breaking the silence.

He’s pointing toward the tournament field where there’s a group of figures, your mother and Odin among them. You see that Odin is holding Gungnir and, mounted on the end of the famous staff, is something glowing a familiar red. Odin points it into the field where there is still some fallen masonry waiting to be cleared.

There’s a shot of light and the block of stonework simply explodes into nothing leaving a puffy cloud of dust. The people applaud and their cheers are carried to you on the wind. You look at the place the stonework had been as the dust clears.  Hornace’s worries were unfounded it seems, if the dark elves return now they run the risk of annihilation by their own magic.

But then you notice something dark in the dust.  Something falling away, sucking the dust somewhere, like a mouth in the ground.  A growing mouth.

The figures in the party draw back and move closer together.

Then Odin steps forward and you have your heart in your mouth ‘foolhardy and impetuous’? What has become of him since Frigga passed?  But he has Gungnir, now free of the red appendage, and he swings it above his head until its moving so fast you can hardly see it and the movement lets off a hum.  The rest of the group retreat still further. 

Odin lets out a great cry and the swirling air above his head falls toward the advancing abyss, just yards from his feet.

The hum stops and the enchantment lands like a net over the hole, straining as it’s pulled from below. Nothing moves, the hole neither growing nor retreating. The magic holds. 

There’s a collective sigh of relief but no clapping this time. Sif and Fandral are still staring incredulous at the scene. You quietly slip away.

    Loki’s coat is slung over the back of one of your chairs, claiming territory. That soft leather coat, long and so familiar, is very much his, not hers.

The man himself is standing facing the window, hands linked behind his back. Hearing you, he turns revealing an expression as hard and cold as a stone wall. Something has happened. He’s strained, tired, and angry. Could it be about his father’s actions

Thiere’s no trace of the honest ardor of yesterday nor the mischievous grin of this morning. He looks full on at you with a cold fire in his eyes and it hits you. It’s you he’s angry with.

“Darling” he says, without an ounce of affection. “When I said ‘tell no one’ I meant no one.”

“What?” you take a step closer and he rounds on you defensively, ready to spring, and not in a good way.

“I say to ‘tell no one’” he repeats slower and harsher, “and you spill every Intimate detail to the most vicious gossip in Asgard.”

“What? Who?” What can you have said or done to bring about this change? In a rush you think through every word of every conversation, you’ve had… Sif, Fandral, Hornace, the healers, the girls…

It’s true that people around you have noticed something different about you. How could they not. Your mother prised a few details from you, Fandral understood there was something, and as for Asta and Dagny, they are also very close to knowing. but you never let slip the truth to any of them. And not one of them could be called the ‘most vicious gossip in Asgard’.

Asta might be excitable, but she’s sweet, never nasty. You guess she was the closest, if she thought Loki was once your ‘sweetheart’.

“But my friend she…”

“Told everything to anyone who would listen. Details about my ‘stamina’, about how many times…” he spits. “But worst of all that I’m alive and in Asgard.”

“What, I never.”

“Fortunately, it went no further than the stables,”

What? Now you’re lost, you don’t know anyone who works in the stables, at least not personally.

“The damage control we’ve had to do.” He sighs. “All because you had to confide in your ‘faithful steed.’”

But…What? Not Asta but…

“Nara?!”

Of course. The first day out on the moors you had indeed told Nara., you had to tell someone about Loki’s return, you’d been bursting with it and, no, you hadn’t spared any details.

“But I thought it was safe. What harm could possible come…I didn’t think she could. She’s only…” You stop yourself but its too late.

“Only a horse. just a dumb animal, a stupid nag,?” his voice mounts. If he was angry before, that was nothing compared with this. You tell yourself not to be scared. It’s not fair. You didn’t know you could do harm this way, you just hope he can understand that.

“I’m supposed to be dead. Asgard is full of those who betrayed me, if ever the truth was known…”

“What?” You don’t quite reach his volume and that one brave word is weak and wavering but at least it’s there.

You didn’t know he could be this way. He’s livid, but more than that he’s hurt and you don’t know why. You reach for him. You want to coax out the other Loki – the one who teased you about telling on him when you were little – but he dodges and steps away.

“I’d have to leave again.” He says after a moment, “and there’s still so much I’ve got to do.” He starts pacing.

“I’m sorry”. You try. That stops him in his tracks and he looks back at you confused.

“We’re lucky her reputation is so bad. Most didn’t believe her.” He sounds calmer, like he’s trying to reign in his anger, but he won’t meet your eyes. “Perhaps she is ‘just a horse’ to you but she’s a skilled rumormonger who’ll speak ill of anyone to get a laugh or get you on her side. I would truly admire the disorder she makes if it weren’t solely out of hate. She was just waiting for a way to get to me again.”

“Again?” You think you know.

“You couldn’t know.” He sinks down on the bed, resting his head on one hand, hiding his face.

“Sleipnir?”

“ You do know then.” He drops his hand and you see his eyes shining.

“Fandral said-”

“Fandral.” He roars, jumping to his feet.

“He said that Thor. “

“Thor! And what other gems did Thor share about my life.”

“I don’t know.” You’ve got to calm things, boy is he volatile. “It was when you were dead. One evening they were telling stories. I got too upset to stay and listen.”

He softens slightly at that, and starts pacing again.

“She would say that I’d never be a true horse. They were all saying it.” He mutters in a lower, hateful tone. “But I would have. I would have stayed. If he’d loved me back.” You keep quiet, in part from shock, in part because you know it’s the best way to get him to go on.

“She never let me forget.” He sighs. “Jealousy. Pure and simple.”

“And she’d call Sleipnir ‘the clumsy spider’. Behind my back of course, but so I’d know. She and the others. Always little remarks about the ‘L.E.G.S.’ She got them all saying it. Hilarious.” he adds without humor.

“Of course that changed when he was grown.” And at last you see the hint of a smile.

“But I would have stayed. If he’d only come back.” You are trying to picture it all and keep down your panic about it being true, while he’s having a pity party about slights from a bunch of horses and unrequited love for some unnamed stallion. The ridiculousness of it hits you, but you can’t laugh. You step over to him and put your arms around him, trying to break him out of it. He doesn’t resist.

“Well you’re not a horse Loki, you’re a man, this is you.” you stroke your hand down the length of his arm. He doesn’t push you away so you take his face in your hands and make him look at you. “I love you as you are, the real you.” He doesn’t respond. Not even the rawness of your confession shakes him out of it.

Then it hits you. Loki already has a child! A secret child and you wonder, if Loki can turn into a horse can Sleipnir transform himself into a person? You can’t get your head around it. Loki has done crazy and, some say, terrible things, things you have pushed these to the back of your mind, incompatible as they are with what you have always known of him. But the hints you had of his doings were of violence and deluded world conquest, not of passing time as a pregnant mare, quietly bearing and rearing a foal in the prairies of Asgard while bickering with other horses.

It’s near impossible to picture him as he is here, elegant, poised, sad, but beautiful and to imagine him as a horse. If he hadn’t just told you, if you didn’t know his prowess at transformation, if the story hadn’t come from Thor, if it wasn’t for the desolate look on this face…You would think it was a prank.

“It was a prank that went awry, terribly awry.” He looks away from you and out into the gathering night. “But I’d do it again.”

“Loki, do you want more children?”

He stiffens and you curse yourself. You hadn’t meant it like that, through transformation and magic. What had you meant? it shrieks of a demand for commitment – You’ve only made things worse again. What if the only being that Loki ever had commitment to was this uncaring stallion.

I should have known.” he says slinging himself on the bed.

What should he have known? Known about you? You said you loved him and he ignored it. You don’t know if you’re forgiven. How much of his reaction is your betrayal and how much is his memories?

His face is turned resolutely away from you and into the pillow. He’s fully dressed, a thick layer of leather between you and him, protecting him from any comfort you would bring. You don’t feel great about bringing comfort. It’s you that hurt him, what matter that it was an accident. At least he stayed, when he could have simply disappeared the same way he first brought you here, He’s deep inside himself but at least he’s here with you.

You hug him from behind while he lies there stiffly, never softening into sleep.

Finally, you doze yourself, your cheek against the leather. You only wake when you hear the door close and realize he’s gone. He chose to take the door though. He wanted you to know. He’s walked out angry and with no resolution… You can’t let that happen.

In a second you’re out the door.

He’s moving fast, but not running and you’re chasing, barefoot and silent. It’s déjà vu, like in the gardens before the attack, or in the palace that first night. He could magic himself away, you’re sure of it. If he doesn’t its that he wants you to follow him, or else he’s too distraught. You don’t understand. It seems like the problem was solved, no one believed Nara, so where is the problem. Why is he running away?

You chase him though the corridors of the palace, wondering when you will meet someone or when he will disappear. You try not to lose sight of that flash of green, but you round a corner and find yourself alone. When he’s run from you before he always wanted you to follow. This time you’re not so sure.

There’s no sign of him. You’re miles from your rooms. The night has never seemed so silent.

Then out of the gloom a figure breaks away from the darkness, your heart leaps as the it moves silently toward you, slowly, so slowly almost stumbling.

“Loki?”

There’s no answer. The figure advances.

Chapter 22

[undertaleimaginationland]

How would UT,UF,US,and SF react to their S/O being a roller derby queen but hiding it from them because they didn't want them to worry about them? Bonus points if they manage to catch a game of them being amazing, DOUBLE POINTS IF THEIR DERBY NAME IS BONE RELATED!!!! I mean if you want to...

I would love to answer this! I imagine that I wouldn’t be very good considering my horrible balance and brittle bones, but imaginary me would kick some major butt!!

Undertale

Sans-

“wait,” Sans is taken aback. “really?”

Once you admit to this lazy bones again, he leans back in his chair, bemused. “huh…” He trails off, nodding his hid coolly. In all honesty, he’s mostly shocked that you were actually able to hide such a significant detail from him for so long. “so that’s how you roll, huh babe?”

Oh, and don’t forget the puns that come with your pastime. He’s always racking his skull for new content.

When he attends his first match of yours. he absolutely nervous, buying two large containers of stress popcorn to chow down on. “what if you get hurt? oh asgore, please don’t get hurt.”

He watches you skate out and almost chokes as he reads the name on your back:

BONE TO BE WILD

For some odd reason, this comforts him just a bit and he has to keep eating in order to stop his laughter.

Once the match actually starts, its like he’s watching a completely different person. You’re plowing people down left and right, and with every person that fell before you, he would relax more and more and actually start to focus on the game. 

You’ve got this smol skele’s support and he’s definitely treating you to Grillby’s afterwards.

Paps-

“SO… IT’S LIKE ROLLER SKATING, BUT WITH A LOT MORE VIOLENCE?” Paps is pretty confused when you first admit this fun fact about yourself. Sure, he’s heard of the usual roller skating and heck, even figure skating. But roller derby?

It doesn’t ring a bell.

Once you explain the basic rules of the vigorous sport to him, jammers and all, he seems a little concerned. So that’s where all the bruises came from, huh?

“NOW S/O, I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “WHAT ARE YOU S/O?! CRAZY?!!”

You startle. That’s one of the loudest volumes you’ve ever heard him use. It takes a bit of calming down and reassurance of your skill in the sport to ease Pap into the subject. After a bit of coaxing, you even manage to convince him to go to one of your matches just so you could assure him of your safety.

“W-WELL,” Pap fiddles with his gloves, still a little embarrassed from his last outburst. “IF YOU SAY SO.”

When the day of your match arises, Pap is a nervous wreck. Like seriously, the poor tol brought a first aid kit and everything. He wants to be prepared IF and WHEN you get hurt. As much confidence he has in you, there’s an even bigger part of him that just wants to protect you.

So the instant you plow some poor competitor out of your way, his jaw literally drops. What. Just. Happened??? As you skate around the rink, he finally notices your name, ‘THE GREAT S/O’, and his mind = blown.

He profusely apologizes afterwards for ever doubting you and treats you to heapings of his famous spaghetti. Bless him.

Underfell

Red-

“aw. you wanna go roller skating with me? how cute.” Uh, I think he misheard you.

When you tell him that 1.) You said roller DERBY and 2.) You didn’t want him skate with him, rather have him watch you, he freezes up.

“what?” He chortles. “y-you’re fuckin’ joking, right?” The laughter is taking over him as your anger does to you. He really doesn’t believe you, does he?

You huff angrily as you sweep your duffel bag of gear. “I’ll be at the rink. Don’t follow me.” And with that, you’re out the door. Your offer for him to watch has officially expired.

He sniffles a bit of his cry-laugh tears away, still recovering from his laughter fit. Once he realizes you’re gone, he stiffens up. “crap.” Maybe he shouldn’t have been such a dick.

He teleports to the rink just to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. His eyelights scan around and as he passes by the concessions, he overhears a particularly interesting conversation.

“Yo dude, hurry up!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”

“That Skull Slayer girl’s probably ambushed like, 5 girls while we were here! Hurry up!”

Red grins at the name. His curiosity has been peeked as he enters the crowded arena. Being the little cheater he is, he managed to shortcut his way to the front. Just as he’s about to settle himself in a seat, he has to dodge an oncoming player.

His glare instantly burns from the girl to the shover and in an instant, the prophesized Skull Slayer skrts by. Oh god, that’s one angry skater.

Oh wait, its just you.

His sockets are widened immensely and he has an awful impulse to laugh at how oddly things were playing out. A part of him also feels a little guilty for ever doubting you, but he ignores the feeling and settles with watching you do your thing.

Before you could see him, he vanishes. This is a secret he’s keeping to himself.

He’s also a little titillated, but shhh.

Edge- 

Edge places a gloved hand on his chest. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” He asks with a gasp.

When you nod your head in affirmation, he gives you an odd stare as he does a double take. He scans you up and down. Is your body type suited for that sort of vicious activity? BY ASGORE IT WAS!! The resilient bones, the stubborn attitude, and that spunk in your eyes…

HOW DID HE NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE?!?!?!

“S/O!! I DEMAND THAT I ESCORT YOU TO ONE OF YOUR MATCHES!!” You were going to invite him anyways, but it looks like he’s already put it upon himself to do the ‘asking’.

The big day comes quicker than anticipated, for Edge at least. He had been prepping your body with nutritious meals and vigorous exercises, but a self-conscious part of him felt like that wasn’t enough. A week wasn’t enough to mold you into the perfect roller derBEAST and that made him absolutely nervous as he watched you.

Well, at least he got you to change your stage name to ‘THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE S/O’. That gave him some sort of solace.

The thing about Edge was that he wasn’t necessarily nervous about your safety. Hey! You should’ve known about the dangers that came with stepping into the rink. What set him off edge (hehe) was the possibility of you making a fool of yourself, thus making him look foolish.

His ego suddenly overflowed as you smacked two skaters out of your way. A big childish grin slapped across his face as looked around at a few visibly disturbed fans from the opposing team. “HA! DID YOU SEE THAT?! YOUR PUNY FIGURE SKATERS NEVER POSED A THREAT AGAINST MY GREAT AND TERRIBLE S/O!”

After the match, for some odd reason, Edge seems a bit more clingy. He won’t let your spunky self escape him as he keeps referring to you as “THE RULER OF THE RINK”.

Underswap

Blueberry-

“SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT; YOU PUSH PEOPLE ON ROLLER SKATES WHILE SKATING IN CIRCLES FOR FUNSIES?” Blueberry is still trying to piece this all together.

You nod, giggling at his odd use of the word ‘funsies’.

“OH…THAT’S COOL, I GUESS?” Gosh, he feels so awkward. He wants to tell you something like, ‘THAT’S SUPER DANGEROUS!!’ or “HEY DON’T DO THAT!!’, but he wisely figures that something so passion filled must mean a lot to you. “C-COULD YOU INFORM ME ON YOUR NEXT GAME OR MATCH OR WHATEVER THEY’RE CALLED? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU PLAY!” He manages to play off his concerns, albeit in a not so subtle way (to him at least).

The day of your next match comes and golly, he’s not ready. Like Tale! Pap, he’s got his whole diaper bag of medical supplies, but he takes it a step further and has 9-1-1 on speed dial. Never has Blueberry sweated so much sitting down, like seriously, I think he’s burning more calories here than he ever will in his entire life training with Alphys.

His fingers are crossed and he’s praying to whatever stronger force there is out there to keep you safe. Sure, he’s sparred with you before, but he takes it easy on you. For someone as “GREAT AND MAGNIFICENT AS HIMSELF” would be too much to handle at full force. But what about these random beefed up ladies?? They don’t know that they should be gentle with-

He flinches as you zoom by a flock of opponents, making them all fall with a single swipe. 

what.

WHAT.

I think you broke him?

When the match is finally over, you have to shake him back to his senses. Like really, the place’s empty already. Once he breaks out of his shock, he is showering you with praise and skelekisses.

Such a sweetheart.

Stretch-

“its always the sweet ones with the oddest hobbies, isn’t it?” Stretch wonders aloud as he reclines in his seat.

He strokes his chin, immediately getting himself lost in thought. “now that i think about it, that actually makes a lot of sense.”

You tilt your head. What kind of reaction was this?? “What do you mean?”

“what?” He seems quite amused at your question. “you didn’t think i was oblivious to all those bruises, didya? plus, the skates in your room were a dead giveaway.”

Welp, you kinda suck at hiding things.

You figured you might as well invite him to one of the darn matches to make up for your obliviousness.

“sure i’ll go, honeybun. i’d skate to see you go alone.”

Dumb puns aside, he does attend your match. For some odd reason, he’s the least concerned of the skeles. He sits up in the stands with a bundle of lollipops and is pretty content with the environment, save for the loud set of opposing team supporters beside him.

“Oh yeah! That other team is fucked!” One man yells.

The man besides him notices Stretch and grins, making full eye contact with him.”All they have going for them is that Femur Fever bitch! That’s it! We’ll win for sure!”

Stretch’s smile tightens. That was the same name he had laughed at the whole car ride up here. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continues watching you do your thing.

‘please do something cool.’

‘please prove these asshats wrong.’

As if the stars above had aligned in his favor, you overlap the other team with ease and the opposing fans go silent.

Now its Stretch’s turn to smile like an idiot. He has that face that only the smuggest of bastards wear as he stares at the men who had pulled some passive aggressive BS on him

‘yeah. how do them apples taste, asshole?’

Like UT! Sans, he’s very supportive of your interests and treats you to a bite at Muffet’s afterwards.

Swapfell

Blackberry-

You had him at derby. That would imply that its a competition.

“REALLY? YOU HURT PEOPLE FOR FUN, TOO?!”

Uh okay, you’re going to pretend you didn’t hear that.

“BUT OF COURSE YOU DO! YOU ARE THE DATEMATE OF THE TREACHEROUS  SANS AFTERALL!” Oh stars, he’s rambling again.

“SO TELL ME, S/O. WHAT DO YOU DO IN THIS SO CALLED ‘ROLLER DERBY’??” He inquired with a quotation of his hands.

Once you explain to him the jist of the sport, he’s beaming at you. Actually, that’s probably one of the happiest faces you’ve seen him make.

“VIOLENCE AND HIGH SPEEDS YOU SAY?” No, that’s not what you said. “I DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW ME THIS INSTANT!”

You let out a confused ‘huh?’. “Really? Like right now right now?”

Blackberry is a little disgruntled at your hesitance. “YES! LIKE RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW!”

Before you had a chance to respond, he’s dragging you out to the car with your gear in hand. “WE MUST LEAVE NOW OR YOU’LL BE LATE FOR THE MATCH!”

“Wait, what match?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT MATCH?? I MEAN THE ONE I SIGNED YOU UP FOR RIGHT NOW!” Oh lord, he has his calendar pulled out and everything.

And so, you had to mentally prepare yourself for the derby match he had instantaneously  signed you up for. Fortunately for you, it was an amateur match he had thrown you in. Afterall, what organization would’ve accepted you so quickly?

“YOU HAVE YOUR KNEEPADS?”

“Yep.”

“ROLLER BLADES?”

“Check.”

“HELMET?”

You knock on your covered head. “Definitely.”

“ALRIGHT THEN.” He’s about to turn you loose when you suddenly see him go all fidgety. He seems to be contemplating something.

“Sans? You oka-” He stops your concerns with a kiss to your cheek. His skull burns a bright purple and he quickly looks away. “D-DON’T HURT YOURSELF TOO MUCH, S/O. SOMEBODY REALLY CARES ABOUT YOU.”

His words stick to you as you speed by a group of competitors. What? They don’t call you Askeleration for nothing.

Meanwhile, Blackberry is yelling in the stands and is clinging for dear life onto the seat in front of him. “GO S/O! FIGHT THEM WITH YOUR UNDYING FURY AND PASSION! SHOW THEM WHAT IT TRULY MEANS TO BE THE ALPHA SKATER!!”

Once you’re done absolutely obliterating the others, Blackberry has this grin on his face as he marches you over to the car. He won’t stop recalling the match play-by-play.

Stop him now or surrender your sleep.

Rus-

“roller derby, m’lady? really?!” Rus stares at you with amazement.

The sudden level of praise made you blush, but you stutter out a ‘yes’ anyways.

“oh boy,” His wonder quickly washes off his face as he takes your forearm. “you’re not hurt, are you love?”

You shrug. “It’s a part of the sport, but I really am okay.”

His smile is tight as he drags his phalanges across a few old bruises. “oh no,” It sounds like he’s talking to himself. “well, at least these look older.”

You start to feel a little guilty for making him worry. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Bringing your arm up to your face, you place a gentle peck on his knuckles.

He seems flattered by this gesture. “s’fine, love,” His other hand makes his way to your face. “jus’ a little concerned about you, s’all.” As he cups the side of your head, you lean into him.

“Does this mean you’re gonna watch my next match?” You look up at him with innocent eyes, a smile creeping on your lips.

“next match?” He deflates. “oh love. i don’t think i could ever handle watching all those people attempt to hurt my mistress.”

“Its just a game, Rus,” You huff. “I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Rus eyes you up and down. He’s never been so unsure of something so…spontaneous. One one hand, you’ll be able to do what you love, but risk the chance of getting hurt. On the other hand, he declines and you’re mad at him for 5ever.

“i…” Rus scrapes his skull for an answer. “i-i guess i’m watching you then, huh?” Oh stars, he’s already regretting his answer.

But that excited expression you made silence his protests.

On the day of your match, your coach’s protest fall on deaf ears as Rus seats himself on the team bench. After a while, your coach stops her nagging as she starts to use his 6′8 presence as an intimidation tactic. He was silently refusing her demands, so why not use this to the team’s advantage?

Rus has this unreadable grin every time you sweep by him and he’s absolutely humored by your stage name: Skullface.

Its so suave and skeleton related. Its so you.

And he’s only further elated as you dodge and parry every charging opponent, yelling out commands to your teammates at 100mph.

Afterwards, he takes you out to a restaurant with bountiful amounts of food. I mean, how else is he gonna keep his little jammer healthy?

The tol only falls further for you.

GOSH! I’M SOOOOO SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN STUFFS! I SHALL GET ON TRACK ONCE MORE!