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[jrueships]

LEAVE THE RUGRAT ROCKETS ALONE... WHAT THE FUCK...

[xariarte]

[sweetprinceanunoby]

[straykats]

hello friends who have had wisdom teeth out im asking for advice bc google is not helping🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️

cw: blood ment; food/potentially disordered eating bc post-op 🫡

um so i have no SEEN a blood clot form (it has been 48hrs since surgery) but i got stitches over the area and ive had a friend in oral health say that stitches = no visible blood clot, and a cousij who said she couldnt see blood clots either but she was fine 🧍🏻‍♂️

ik im being paranoid fr and ig its just a matter of waiting to find out if i'll get dry socket (its not like i can force a blood clot to form yknow) but did anyone else not have a visible blood clot and still heal fine?

(theres the potential that its just so far back and i cant ooen my mouth wide enough to see?)

ALSO ALSO like ik soft food diet is okay but like. im so scared that even having soup touch the site and it not being cleaned out properly (seeing as i cant rinse properly or use a syringe to flush the area yet) will lead to complications 🧍🏻‍♂️ im avoiding foods that need chewing obvs but like. pumpkin soup w the fibres (idk like its still textured yknow) in it, or cháo (congee? lugaw????) or even like. oat porridge 🧍🏻‍♂️

like im getting so anxious when eating ANYTJING (literally sipping broth/nước lèo made me so stressed i almost cried) but ik i need to eat more and the pumpkin soup thing is the nest i can do but yeah it still makes me so anxious

(for context; i only had one tooth out 🧍🏻‍♂️ i know im definitely being super paranoid.)

when i was younger i did have much more complicated dental surgery (went under gen. anaesth.) and i mean i survived that without dry socket or anything, and whatever diet i was on then got me through (ngl i tjink i had like chocolate milk for a week straight, maybe sustagen/ensure as well?) but for some reason my anxiety now is WAYYYY worse 🫠🫠

[millimononym]

Drawing ship art of sinedd and rocket and shaking my head the whole time so the people in the fandom know i think they'd be toxic irl and disagree with it

[talkingnumbers]

Hierarchical Inclusion Man!

Mathober Day 9: Hierarchy gave me the excuse to do this which I may have wanted to do for years. This is just a rebranding of the Living Doll from the animated The Tick series. Hierarchical inclusion is the number concept that each number contains smaller numbers. If you have 9 blocks, you have enough to give me 8 or 7. Later on we'll call that well ordered. (Well, sort of.)

[sunday-bug]

I'm With The Band Bucky

Pairing: Grumpy!Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Content: age gap (reader is 15 years younger than Bucky), jealousy, public sex, Bucky being possessive/marking his territory

18+ Minors DNI (NSFW)

Synopsis: After your bestie can’t come to a concert with you, your boyfriend reluctantly agrees to join you. Jealousy and good times ensue.

A/N: not beta’d // based off this request from an amazing anon - thank you for the inspo! Also thank you to the stunning, intelligent, hilarious @soelstress for the smutty inspo for this 🥵

You look down at your phone screen dejectedly. Bucky walks into the living room at that moment and sees your downcast expression.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” He asks, taking a swig of water.

“Mel just called. She can’t come to the concert tonight. She got called into work.”

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to that. Can you call your sister and ask if she’d want to go tonight?” He suggests thoughtfully.

“I would, but she’s in San Diego for a work conference,” you say, tapping your fingers on the back of your phone. “Buck?” You look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“Bucky Barnes, please,” you beg, standing up from the couch and walking to him. 

“Absolutely not. I love you, but no, baby. I can’t sit through an entire concert of them.”

“Why?” You plead, fisting your hands into his shirt.

“Their music isn’t for me, honey. Please.”

“Bucky, I don’t have anyone else to go with me,” you say sincerely as your eyes start to well up with tears. Alex Xela was your absolute favorite boy band growing up. You had posters of them plastered around your bedroom as a tween. This was their last tour for maybe ever, and you and Mel had been planning to go for months. You had your outfits coordinated and planned. You even made a cheesy sign with glitter letters for your favorite band member. Bucky hugs you gently and you let a few tears escape and stain his shirt.

“Love? Are you crying?” He asks, bringing your head into his hands and searching your face. “Baby, is it that important to you?”

You nod, nuzzling into him further.

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” he whispers into your hair.

“You’ll go with me?!” You ask, jumping back from his embrace, feeling like you could rocket to the moon at that moment.

“Yes, if it’s that big of a deal to my girl, I’ll go with you.”

“Okay, but there’s something you should know about the tickets,” you start as Bucky’s brow furrows in confusion. “They are VIP tickets so we get to go backstage before the show to do a meet and greet with the band and take photos.”

“You’re meeting them?” He asks with an annoyed tone.

“I’ve always wanted to, and now is my chance.”

-

Bucky wears a black t-shirt and dark wash blue jeans with boots. You look ever his opposite in a sequined lilac dress and high top Chucks. Your concert look is complete with body glitter and space buns.

“You look very cute and sparkly, baby girl,” he says as you walk out in your fun outfit and space buns. “I like the glitter.”

“And you look as stoic and handsome as ever,” you reply with a giggle and kiss to his cheek.

The drive to the venue is quick and quiet. Bucky’s hand never leaves your bare thigh and he walks extra close to you through the concert crowd pouring into the arena. He’s outnumbered - countless Gen Z and millennial women are here tonight to see their favorite band and to hopefully get an up close look at their favorite band members. You don your VIP lanyard and hand Bucky his. Instead of wearing it, he shoves it in his back pocket. You walk by a concession stand and see his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

“What?” You inquire.

“Beer is fourteen dollars?!” He huffs. “That’s highway robbery.” You giggle and pull him by the arm to the VIP line. You take out your phone and start checking your hair and makeup, taking some lip gloss out of your small purse and swiping it across your mouth. 

“Ah, don’t put that one on. So sticky,” he grumbles. You ignore him and keep fluffing your hair. 

“You look gorgeous, honey. What’s with all the fuss?” Bucky asks.

A woman in line next to you giggles and looks at Bucky, “She’s about to meet Alex Xela. That’s what all the fuss is about.”

Bucky swallows and looks confused. The line keeps moving up until you are up next. Your hands start to shake with excitement. 

“Baby girl, relax. Why are you so worked up?” He asks again, brushing his knuckles down your arm. 

“Next up, this way,” the guard ushers them through to a small back area before they are brought to a cozy room with three men that look only slightly younger than Bucky himself.

“Ohmygod,” you whisper under your breath, doing your best to stay cool and failing completely. 

“Hey there,” Alex says, “What’s your name?” 

You give him your name and feel a blush start to creep into your cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says, opening his arm to wrap around you in a hug and posing for the photographer. “Thanks for coming out tonight.” You feel like you could pass out. It’s been your dream since age twelve to hug Alex Lordes,  and now it’s finally happening. You turn to look at Bucky and see a stern expression clouding his face. Another member of the band extends his hand to shake Bucky’s and he begrudgingly offers his, shaking it firmly. 

“Thanks for coming. I hope you enjoy the show,” he says to Bucky, trying to be friendly.

“Just along for the ride,” Bucky explains, nodding toward you.

“Hey, man, that’s great,” Jesse says with a smile. “I love seeing fathers bring their daughters to our shows. I hope I can do that with my little girl someday!” Your eyes widen and you snort, looking at Bucky’s pissed off expression that’s slowly turning into a smirk.

“That’s right. Gotta keep our little girls happy, don’t we? Good luck tonight,” he says as he shakes the other band members’ hands and walks out of the room behind you. You walk ahead of him a bit faster, nervous about the dark glint in his eye.

“Baby girl, where are you off to in such a hurry? Let your old man catch up.” He chuckles as he says the last part and you turn around. He opens his arms and picks you up, spinning you around. “You have a little crush on Alex, huh?”

“I did… when I was a teenager. I don’t anymore. I just wanted to meet them. I’ve always wanted to.” You swallow, looking up at him under your lashes. “I swear, Daddy.” You crack a smile at the last part. It wasn’t a nickname you’d ever used for him, but the earlier interaction made you both laugh. Bucky was a decade and some change older than you, but neither of you ever minded. Technically, he was several decades older than you, but on the outside no one had to know. 

“I don’t believe you, love.” He takes a step toward you so your chests are touching. The first chords of the opening act echo through the arena. “Let’s go find our seats.”

“Yes, sir,” you agree, taking his hand and letting him lead the way. He starts walking in what you think is the wrong direction. 

“Bucky, I think we’re actually supposed to go that way,” you say, turning around with his hand still in yours. 

“No, don’t think so, sweet pea,” he growls, dragging you behind him up a small side staircase. 

“Where are we-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I upgraded us,” he says simply, leading you up the last few steps to a private room. It’s up high in the arena, but the view is still amazing. You walk into the small room and look around - there’s a bottle of champagne on ice, a TV screen that’s focused on the stage, a plush sofa, a mini fridge with snacks and water, and just the two of you.

“How did you manage this?” You ask, taking in the fancy private room.

“I’m a Congressman. Comes with certain perks.”

“Bucky, thank you,” you say, running across the tiny room and jumping into his arms. He catches you with a hmph and wraps his arms around you.

“You still have your seats in the crowd if you want to be among the people,” he jokes. “I’ll go with you. It’s just nice to have this space if it gets to be a bit much down there.” He looks at the mass of screaming fans - mostly women - and shudders.

The opening act - a band you’ve never heard of, but are vibing with - finishes up their last song. 

“Almost time for your boyfriend to go on,” Bucky grumbles from the couch, an overpriced beer in his hand. 

“Yep, you’re right,” you play into his grumpiness. “Do I look good for him?” His eyes darken as you ask the question and twirl in your dress. 

“For him, huh?” He huffs, rolling his eyes, taking a long swig of his beer.

“I’m just teasing you, bub. Jeez, lighten up,” you assure him as you offer your hand to him to get off the couch. He groans and stands up, walking over to the window to watch the main act start. He stands behind you, boxing you in against the bar table between his arms and kisses your neck, whispering softly.

“You look good… for me. No one else. Got it?” he growls with a nip to the hollow of your throat.

“Yes, sir,” you sigh contentedly, resting your head against his broad shoulder. His cologne fills your head and you feel your knees wobble. Your eyes catch three familiar figures walking across the stage and you gasp in excitement. “It’s time, babe! Can we go down to our floor seats for a little bit? Please?” You beg.

“Are you going to behave?” He whispers, bringing your face up to meet his stern gaze.

“Maybe,” you tease, rushing out of the private booth down the side stairs.

“You little-” you hear Bucky start to say, but can’t hear the rest as you run down the hallway to the arena stairs. He catches up to you quickly and heaves you over his shoulder, making sure your dress covers your butt. “Let’s go. You can sit on my shoulders for a better view, princess.”

-

The crowd is on their feet by the third song and every voice in the arena is singing along to one of their most beloved songs. Bucky envelopes you from behind, wrapping his arms around yours and swaying to the music with you as you shout out the lyrics you know by heart. You’re close to the stage and track Alex with your eyes as he struts up and down, microphone in hand.. He sings the bridge and makes eye contact with you and winks. Winks? Oh… fuck. He must have recognized you from the meet and greet, but you brush it off quickly. He’s simply working the crowd. Bucky tightens his grip around your arms and leans down to whisper in your ear so you can hear over the music. 

“Don’t think I didn’t see that. I’m not blind.” 

You turn around to face him and pull him out of the crowd to the side. “Take me to our booth. It’s getting hot and overwhelming down here.” He nods and takes your hand in his, leading the way back to your suite. The set of his shoulders is all you need to see how pissed off he is. That wink - yikes. 

“Baby?” You ask as you get up to the booth and he shuts the door behind you, clicking the lock that you didn’t notice before. “Uh, are you okay?” 

“M’Fine,” he grunts, uncorking the champagne and taking a sip directly from the bottle and avoiding your gaze.

“Bucky, you’re mad,” you breathe out, taking a step toward him. His eyes flit to yours and they are full of fire. “Don’t be upset. It was nothing. He’s just working the crowd.” 

“You liked it. I could feel your heart racing through your chest. Champagne?” He asks, setting a glass on the bartop with a clink. 

“Sure,” you whisper. “Thank you.” He pours the bubbly into a glass and hands it to you, looking out at the stage and not at you. 

“Are you jealous? Because there’s no-” you start, but stop when his dark eyes snap to yours.

“What if I am?” He asks suddenly.

“I’d tell you that there’s no reason to be,” you say as you walk softly to him. “That I’d never ever do anything to betray your trust. That I only have eyes for you. That everything I am… is yours… my heart, my soul, my mouth,” you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “and my pussy.”

“Oh, I know you’re mine. All of you,” he assures you with a swat to your butt. Suddenly you hear the familiar chords of your favorite song begin and your eyes light up.

“This sounds familiar. You’ve played it around the house before. It’s your favorite, huh?” He asks, walking over to the window with you to watch the performance.

“Yeah, it is,” you say, bringing his arms around yours and swaying to the music again. He moves a hand down to rest over your ass, testing the waters. You press your backside into his hand and invite whatever he’s about to do into the booth with you both. He groans and bends you over the bartop, swiping your underwear to the side and teasing your entrance with his thumb. 

You sigh and arch your back, pressing his thumb inside you and rocking your hips. 

“Feels so good,” you mutter, eyelids fluttering as you watch the stage. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and your thighs tense as you feel the head of his cock against you. He pulls his thumb out and replaces it with his dick quickly with a grunt.

“Suck,” he instructs you, putting his slicked thumb in between your lips. You do as you’re told and bite gently, smiling. 

“Gonna fuck you to your favorite song, baby girl. Remind you who you belong to.”

“Yes, James, fuck,” you whimper, feeling his hands wrap around your hips. The song continues and you know this is going to be a quickie by the way Bucky is thrusting desperately. He whimpers into your neck and that noise alone is your undoing. You cum as the song crescendos into the final few lyrics.

“Fuck, baby girl. On your knees,” he yelps. You drop to kneel before him and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He holds the back of your head in one hand and finishes himself off with the other, tapping his tip onto your tongue twice to signal that he’s done. You close your mouth and swallow with a smile.

“We can go back down there for the rest of the concert,” he sighs, handing you a water bottle as he zips his pants back up. “That cheeky fuck can wink at you all he wants. We both know whose cum is in your tummy.”

Tag list: @ruexj283 @sebastianstan0813

[marsmarvel02]

I have no idea how to begin this post. I’m shocked no one else on Tumblr has made it before me, since this news came out February.

But…

Starting “later this year” (no explicit date), Google will begin using AI to detect “minors lying about their age” (accounts that claim to be 18+ but aren’t.)

This is based on what you search, and the videos you watch on YouTube.

If you are an adult who watches things aimed at teenagers on YouTube- your account will be incorrectly flagged as “lying” and you will be, immediately and automatically, locked down. Restricted Mode on YouTube with no way to deactivate it, SafeSearch always on full force, privileges suspended.

It gets worse. If Google thinks you are under 13- the minimum age to have an account- it will, after a brief delay, DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT.

If you are a fan of a children’s show- say Thomas the Tank Engine, Super Wings, or Handy Manny- or even one aimed at “older” kids like Big City Greens- YOU ARE IN DANGER.

So… what can you do?

As far as anyone knows, the tracking is account-based, so if you browse or watch children’s content while signed out you should be safe.

WRITE TO GOOGLE. Tell them how displeased you are. Do not use “nice” words- they do not deserve them.

Search for alternatives to Google Chrome, Google Search, and every function an account can provide. Type these queries into the search engine a few more times than usual, to give them a little heart attack. They deserve it.

SPREAD THIS NEWS. Not just on Tumblr- spread it on every platform you have. And real life is a platform, too.

If you speak more languages than just English, translate this warning- this is coming to the US first, but that doesn’t mean it won’t eventually spread to the rest of the world.

And finally, WARN YOUR FRIENDS WHO MIGHT BE VULNERABLE TO THIS. To that extent, I’ll be tagging:

@ll-the-biohazards-ll @kylievershion @smashedatoms @roxyteal @hexamoron @nintendonut1 @agathazinha2009 @octoariadneeeeexoxo @dischiantoaster @rocket-powered-socket @tiffanyelectricity @castorfell @kittyundercover1 @joezworld @mean-scarlet-deceiver @funky-boat-zone @bogleech @great-green-hunslet @choc-ice-on-wheels @thosesillytrains @just-another-miserable-prick @bruhstation @6lovelytenders @kidlit-queen-competition @projectanimations @ladymiraclewings @stormvanari @object-obsession @vroomizing @missd476 @masterj @spaceboid @number1spongebobfan @ohmystarrynight @rouxipanda @thomasthetankengine-1 @ask-the-tool-gang @colorfullaudino @darkcrafter @solarbeingash

[bonelyheartsclub]

♡ Boss - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/Duskyskye

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It was 6:30 in the morning when you stepped outside your house.

You thought that you had prepared everything that you needed; you dressed warmly but not too warmly, you had your refillable thermos, and you had done 30 minutes worth of stretches before you even considered meeting up with Boss.

Exercising with him wouldn’t take too much effort, surely. You’d alleviated his worries for nearly a week now, and this was the final moment. You were ready!

Boss met you in your yard, sporting a black tracksuit with hot rod flames to match. His smile widened as he came into view, though his sockets were knit slightly with worry.

“Good morning, dear. I see that you’ve come equipped.”

“Morning, Boss!” You cheerily replied. “I’m all set. Anything I need to know before we head out?”

Boss averted his gaze, and spoke directly.

“Yes. I’ve prepared a full route for the two of us. We’ll go to the park, through it, and then end at a lovely coffee shop I found for some rest afterwards. Does that sound… acceptable?”

So, he was bracing for impact. You heaved a sigh.

“Boss…I thought we were going to take the route you usually did with Papyrus?”

“Yes, I’m aware, dear, but that route is relatively long. I feel that if we were to take the usual path, you may wear out. I thought maybe a shorter path would be a good start, and we could work up to the long path.”

As much as you loved how Boss worried for you, it did feel a little sour to have plans change so suddenly. Well, at least he was thinking of you.

“Ok, Boss.”

Boss must have read the expression on your face and the tone in your voice, as his expression dropped almost in sync with yours. He heaved a sigh of his own.

“I’m sorry I tried to change things last minute. I just worry for you. We can take my usual path, if you wish. Just be sure to tell me if you’re too tired to keep going.”

You nodded, offering him a large smile. You were ready to keep the pace going all day!

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You were tired.

You were tired and could hardly breathe.

Those were the only two things you could think about as you followed Boss’ trail down his usual jogging path. You supposed that it was through practice that he was able to keep this up every morning. That, and sheer endurance. Maybe the lack of muscles to wear out as well.

Either way, your legs felt like jelly – which felt pathetic, as you’d only been going for half an hour, albeit at Boss’ pace.

Speaking of… contrary to you, it seemed that your jogging partner was still pushing to keep things going. Even if he refused to say it, and even when he had notably slowed down his pace for you, you could tell he was itching to rocket off through the rest of his walk. If only by the energy of his movement.

Yeah, this wasn’t working out for either of you.

You were the first to speak.

“Ok… time out. I’m ready to stop.”

Boss stopped in place, taking a moment to inspect you in all your exhausted glory.

“I see. This was what I was worried about. I appreciate your ambition on my account, but also…” he hesitated to finish.

You spoke up as he remained silent.

“Boss, I really appreciate that you prepared so much for this. I’ll admit, I overestimated my ability, too. I just thought that by taking the normal route, I could get to know you a little better. The things you like to do or see on your usual jog, y’know?”

Boss gripped his chest tightly.

“You need to not be so sweet, I don’t think my Soul can take it.” Boss picked you up, noticeably cringing a little at just how damp you were, but still he held you regardless. “Do you wish to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Not really. I don’t want to cut my time with you short. You don’t get a lot of free time as it is.”

“Do you have the energy to walk?”

“…Nope.”

“Then I will make do.”

Boss set you on the ground. You barely had time to wince before he lifted you back up, this time taking you by the knees as you were scooped up into a piggyback ride. You swiftly wrapped your arms around Boss’ shoulders, not wanting to lose your balance.

“Is this comfortable for you?” Boss asked, helping you situate yourself.

“Uh… I’m… I’m ok. Are you? I know I’m kind of sweaty right now–”

“If I cared, I wouldn’t have lifted you. Your ability to make it the rest of the way is more important than my intolerance of filth. If it is any degree of comfort, I’ve had to carry my brother in much the same way, and you could never match his lack of cleanliness.”

“…Fair.”

Boss continued down the path, moving at a quick pace, but slow enough to not jostle you. You used this time to take in your surroundings. He had chosen a relatively nice neighborhood for his walk. Trees just starting to regrow their leaves for spring lined the path, with freshly manicured lawns on either side. The houses, still cast in the shadow of the early morning light, stood in pristine lines. It appeared to be new construction, with how fresh everything about the buildings looked. A few walkers passed the two of you by, human and monster alike, with some offering a wave or a brief, “Morning!” Boss reciprocated the gesture as best he could while still holding you.

You spoke up after a little while.

“This is a nice place you found. Did you just find it at random?”

Boss answered directly.

“It was already Papyrus’ route, before I’d… erm…” He paused for a moment. “Before I joined him on his jogging route. We used to live nearby, actually.”

“Oh really?”

“Indeed. Monsters settled relatively close to here after they first emerged from Mt. Ebott. Most of what you see around you was built by them. Have you never been to this area?”

“I’ve never really had a reason to. Though I think I’ve driven past once or twice.”

“Would you care to see the old house?”

“Sure!”

Boss’ snicker was the only warning you had before he took off. It was about 4 blocks of being tossed around before he skidded to a stop right outside a quaint little house nestled right in the heart of the neighborhood.

“Do you think you can stand for a bit?”

“Yeah, would be good to stretch my legs anyway.”

Boss carefully lowered you to the ground, letting you take in the house. It was no wonder that they’d had to move; this was the perfect size for a small family. Emphasis on “small.”

“How on Earth did all 10 of you manage to squeeze in there?”

“We didn’t. That’s why we moved.”

You nodded. Suddenly, a lot of things began to click into place. You had thought the size of their house wasn’t enough before… now you couldn’t find the words.

Boss stretched his back, his spine popping slightly after the exertion of carrying you for at least 2 miles.

“It was certainly a time,” he began, “I had to share a room with both Papyrus and Poplar, as they were the only two that bothered to maintain a decently clean and organized space. Even between the three of us trying our best, though, there was barely room. It took quite a bit of work, but I thank the stars every day that we saved up enough to move out.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. I think I would have been driven stir crazy within a week.”

“Most of us were. Though there are some things that I miss about the old place. The location, for one.”

“Oh really? What’s so special about it?”

Boss smiled, taking your hand in his. He led you down the street, just beyond the boundary of the neighborhood – past the houses you couldn’t see before.

What you were eventually greeted with was an elementary school… and right in front of it, an enormous hedge in the shape of a familiar face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

“Wait, wait, is that Papyrus?”

“Indeed. He requested it from the king specifically. Every time we go jogging, he always stops to pose and take pictures in front of it. It’s always amusing, though he doesn’t do it with as much frequency anymore, as it’s a bit out of the way.”

“Oh, I would PAY to see him do that.”

Boss laughed at your comment.

“It is certainly a sight. I’ll be sure to let you know when he’s in the area. Assuming you don’t wish to accompany us on our NEXT jog?”

Boss offered you a sly smile. You shook your head.

“Nope. If I can’t keep up with you, I DEFINITELY can’t keep up with him.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Boss led you further down the road, away from the houses and into what seemed to be a business district. This was somewhere you were more familiar with; a lot of monsters had set up shop in this place.

You’d been to the odd store here and there, though it had been a while since you visited. It wasn’t quite bustling yet in the early morning hours, but you could tell it had become much livelier. Paintings adorned the building walls, the once small shrubs had sprouted into trees… clearly the area had received a lot of TLC.

“Would you like to make one last stop before we head home?” Boss asked with a wide smile on his face.

“Sure, I’m game. Where are we headed?”

“You’ll see.” Boss led you down the street, passing window display after window display with all sorts of unique decorations. It was near the end of the street when Boss finally stopped. 

“A bookstore?” You asked.

“Indeed. This was where I first learned to cook.”

You paused.

“… In a bookstore?”

“No, no. You see, when I was in the Underground, I didn’t have much time to prepare food, and not much in the way of literature on the subject either. What I did learn was from a friend, who was more focused on pummeling her food than preparing it properly. Monsters made a point to gain all kinds of knowledge once they surfaced and had access to all the books this world had to offer. So, this is where I obtained my first cookbook.”

“They didn’t have them Underground?”

“Well, they did. Sort of. Most of them were waterlogged or hard to interpret without having a monster equivalent. It was interesting, learning just what foods existed and what I could make with them. One of the many reasons I’m glad I’m here now.”

Boss looked at the store wistfully, his gaze just barely clouded over. You smiled, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m glad you’re here too.”

Boss grinned, turning his gaze to you. His smile was wide, crinkling his sockets.

“Perhaps you were right. I’m glad I was able to take this route with you. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“No, no, you were right to. I am going to be SORE in the morning.”

Boss chuckled, kneeling down to your level and nuzzling his teeth against your forehead.

“Perhaps we both were a little bit right and a little bit wrong. Regardless, I am happy you’re with me.”

“I’m just as happy to be with you, Boss.”

You wrapped your arms around Boss, who returned the hug tenfold. It was there, in the middle of that sidewalk, that you could feel just how much this skeleton loved you – how your love for him was just as present, and just as intense.

Yeah.

You were happy right where you were.

[jrueships]

hes passing the phone to villain !!!

[thatsdemko]

feeling better - c.leclerc

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requested: y(ish)- “Hi! Sorry, can I make a shameless suggestion 🙈🤭 that some more husband Charles content like drought would be fun to say the least, sexy and cute as heck!”

p.s. - to the anon, I’m keeping your request around in my inbox in the event that this is 1. not what you wanted and 2. because I have other husband!charles fics in my drafts similar to drought that I think you might love xx

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x wife!reader

warnings: mentions of periods + oral (m receiving) + not intended for minors

a/n: inspired by @thisismeracing’s beautiful mick fic that I just can’t get out of my head! I’m not entirely proud of this smut! I haven’t wrote anything filthy in so long so I apologize I’m not into my groove, but I just love husband!charles and if anyone has any req’s for husband!charles lmk ;)

this is for all the period havers going thru a tough time rn (believe been there done that last week) xx

“so I’ve been thinking—“

“well that’s never good.”

“can I finish?” well he’s rather sassy today, you think to yourself.

shutting your phone off, you give him your undivided attention, “alright talk.”

Charles rolls his eyes thinking the same thing, those damn hormones of yours had a way of making your words rough on the edge and bitter at the tongue. but he finds it hot, he likes when you get a little grouchy and filled with an edge. it’s rare.

“since you’re not feeling well—“

“I never said I was—“

“ah that’s where you’re wrong.” a smirk tugs at his lips that he tries to contain as he takes the empty seat next to you on the couch, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out you’re on your period, and talking to my mother about it was where you failed.”

“well it shouldn’t take my husband that long to figure it out.” you bite back. being married for three years and having dated prior, you’d imagine by now he’d be an expert of knowing when that time of the month came around.

“you want to try again with a different tone?”

“you want to try me, leclerc?”

you stare each other down neither one of you backs down until he rolls his eyes and his shoulders soften, “can I just offer my help? or will you bite my head off?”

“depends,” you tilt your head, “what’s the offer?”

“sex. unless you’re too busy being an asshole then my dick is off the table.”

you let out a laugh that you can’t contain and throw your arms around his neck allowing his hand to wrap up under your shirt. his fingers move up and down your back, you notice his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when he discovers you’re not wearing a bra.

“no bra?” he says, but it comes out rather like a question. you watch the wheels turn in his head like it’s his lucky day.

“my boobs are sore.”

“let me take care of that.” he turns in his seat pressing a hard passionate kiss against your lips. you can feel the electricity of the kiss run down your spine and warm your insides up. your cold heart softens under him.

“I’m sorry I was mean—“

“shut up, I love it.” his breath is rigid in between the heat of your bodies against each other and from the sloppy kisses, “I like dirty.”

“it’s going to be a bitch to clean—“

“I’m not talking about that dirty.” he cuts you off. his hands yank your shirt over your head revealing your perky breasts. he stands up from the couch, carefully laying you down against the black leather cushions, “I’m talking about your mouth.”

his hand barely cups one of your breasts. it sends an ache through your body and a shiver down your spine as you try to relax. the look on your face reminds him to go easy, and he does. his mouth wraps around the nipple, tongue ever so ghostly swipes across your flesh.

you gasp at the sensitivity, begging for more of his tongue, “Charles,”

“too much?”

“so good.” you moan into his skin, mouth hovering over the crook of his neck he forgets how to breathe for a second.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask. carefully removing your shorts, you reveal the most unattractive pair of underwear you could be wearing. Charles doesn’t seem to notice or even care, he just nods along pulling out a condom that’s surely useless during this time.

“do you not want to have sex? I thought it would help? does it not? is the internet a liar—“

you rip the condom off his cock and just wrap your mouth around the tip getting him to shut up. his breath hitches, cock drips in precum, your warm tongue swirls, twirls, and slurps up every bit of him.

his ragged breathing fills your ears. your teeth gently press into the skin of his cock earning him to release right into your mouth. he watches you swallow with a smile on your face before leaning yourself back against the couch cushions.

“the internet was right, you girls are incredibly horny.”

“just horny for you,” you whisper wrapping your legs around his hips feeling his cock go straight for your clit.

there was no messing around. he had scoured the internet for hours and knew the best pleasure comes from the clit. and pleasure was all you ever asked for on your period, it’s too bad Mother Nature could never deliver what Charles was giving.

“horny for you, and your big dick.”

he slams into your clit again, a raspy moan exits your lips. you feel yourself coming undone underneath him. your legs shake, head becomes fuzzy until you release against him.

“merde,” he mutters under his breath, “I’ll be right back.” he gets up from the couch, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he leaves and soon comes back with a towel and a smile.

“you want a hot bath?”

“it’ll only be hot if you’re in there with me.” you reply feeling the rough material against your inner thighs not even daring to look at the mess.

“I’m always down for round two. especially in the tub.”

“well then don’t leave me hanging, let’s go.”

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In Too Deep

[warning for dissociation, references to self harm, and suicidal thoughts]

He woke up in an unfamiliar place, he should’ve been used to this by now. He kinda was, considering he didn't immediately summon any attacks.

Killer massaged his skull as he sat up on the couch he apparently fell asleep on. His eye socket still ached from having that parasite in it.

“you finally up again?” Hor—Sans asked.

get that through your head already.

“mhph” he hummed and nodded in a completely lucid manner.

He registered that Sans was back to wearing regular clothes as opposed to the “disguise”. Looking down at himself he realized he also was wearing his normal clothes—actually no, his shirt and jacket was normal but he was still wearing those red bell bottom jeans. Looks like whoever changed him didn't want to intrude on his personal space that much.

“geez, that thing did a number on you.” Sans absentmindedly scratched at his neck. “that ‘blue’ guy’s back. he's talked to me and dusk, individually. he's trying to sort out the living situation.”

“whaddya mean? dusk and i are living in the same apartment and you're living with your fellow monsters, what's there to sort out? unless the walking x did decide to kick us out.”

“no, we're not being kicked out. blue’ll explain, just go over to his room,” Sans said. He pointed to the hallway, “it's the door at the end.”

Right after he said that, Dusk walked in from the hall. His head quickly turned to Sans after he noticed Killer was awake.

“you're up,” he said. Something sounded off in his tone. Was he disappointed? Annoyed?

Or was Killer still groggy and just imagined it. “yup,” he pushed himself up from the couch and his vision definitely didn't get funky for a moment, “so, the nerd wants to talk to me?”

“that's what i meant.”

Oh, that was “you're up” as in “it's your turn” not as in “oh thank god you're okay i missed you”. Of course. Duh.

“cool.” He walked over to the hallway, while he passed Dusk he tried searching his expression for anything, but with his hoodie back on he couldn't even see his face. He swore he was mad at him or something…

He continued down the hall, pushing that feeling aside as he opened the door to Blue’s room.

Blue was seated on his bed, which was shaped like a damn rocket-ship, and held a clipboard in his hand with a pen in the other. He gave him a gentle smile when he walked in. “Hello! Take a seat.” He gestured to the shoddy stool situated in front of his bed.

Killer narrowed his sockets, “what is this?”

“I’ll just have a quick chat with you considering your future living circumstances. Sorry for the poor setup, I don't necessarily have an office.”

Killer scoffed and stayed standing. “why didn't you just do this in the living room?”

“I wanted there to be privacy for each of you.”

“privacy?”

“Just sit down already so I can explain,” Blue sighed.

Begrudgingly, Killer sat down. Only because he didn't want his vision getting wonky again from standing.

“Okay, so. You three have gone through a lot—”

“heh, sure.”

“—even more than being held captive by Nightmare. And obviously that can cause a lot of…baggage.”

Killer chuckled, “oh. oh, you're gonna try and play doctor, aren’tcha? gonna try to fix us?” He eyed the clipboard. “gonna take notes on us like we're mere lab rats?”

“That's not the reason I’m taking notes—and I’m not going to try to ‘fix’ you, I want to help.”

“well, you've already done that, haven't you? saved us from that awful party that your friend sent us to,” Killer spat.

Blue put the clipboard down behind him. “I didn't agree to that. I told him not to. It was out of my control.”

“of course it was.”

Blue went silent for a bit, fidgeting with his hands. His eyelights stayed on Killer at all times.

It took him a moment to think of what to say.

“If you don't want my help, I won't force you. We’ll just get onto discussing where you'll live and you can get on with your day.”

“i’m fine with that apartment, now let me leave.”

“That hotel room isn't necessarily meant as a place for long-term stay—”

“i don't care. i’m fine living there with dusk.” He stood up, ready to leave.

Blue squinted his eyes and his smile faltered. “Dusk said he wanted to move into a house,” he mumbled.

Killer huffed and walked over to the door. “fine, whatever. apartment, house, it doesn't matter.”

“alone.”

The room went silent once more.

Killer drew his hand away from the door knob and turned around. His ringed eyelights bore into the other skeleton. “what?”

Blue shrunk in on himself. “he said that…he wanted to live alone.”

“why?!” Killer couldn't help but yell.

He was scaring the other skeleton shitless, but he didn't really care about that right now. He needed an answer. Was that why Dusk was acting so cold to him earlier? Was he still mad at him from that argument they had?

Did he finally wake up and realize he was sick of—

“You two should discuss this with each other,” Blue said, voice loud enough to be heard through his thoughts. “I thought he would bring it up when you woke up.”

“he didn't tell me anything,” he muttered.

For the first time, Blue looked away from him. He was clueless on what to say. “Um, sorry…”

Killer left the room without another word. He quickly made his way back to the living room.

Dusk and Sans were sitting on the couch all casually as if everything was fine.

“what the fuck, dusk?” he snapped.

Attention was on him instantly.

Sans looked confused, while Dusk’s stupid face was covered by his stupid hood as always.

“you're just gonna leave me without a warning, huh?” His voice cracked as he spoke, much to his dismay.

Sans glanced at the two of them, and stood up from the couch. “i’m just gonna…yeah.” He fled the room.

“we're not exactly obligated to live with each other,” Dusk said. “we're not a married couple.”

How could he treat this like it was trivial?

“but i don't want you to leave! what the hell am i supposed to do alone?” He was panicking. He couldn't even control the words he was saying, let alone think of what he was saying.

“killer, i care about you—fuck—i love you, even,” Dusk admitted.

The sudden confession wasn't doing any wonders for calming Killer down. Now? Really? Now?!

“what the hell is your problem, then?” he managed to say.

“we need to spend some time apart,” he said.

Killer had to take a moment to breathe. He didn't even need oxygen, he just needed to calm down. As if breathing would even help.

Dusk stood up to approach him.

God dammit.

He hugged Killer.

God fucking dammit.

Automatically, Killer’s arms wrapped around his back, clinging onto him and never wanting to let go. “why do we need to spend time apart?” he croaked.

“we can't depend on each other all the time.”

“dust, please, i’ve already been alone for too long!”

Dusk moved his hands up to Killer’s shoulders to push him away so that they could look each other in the eye sockets.

Killer’s face was a mess. The rotten determination leaking from his sockets mixed with his tears which was smudged all over his face from the hug.

“i-i meant to say ‘dusk’, i’m sorry—”

“killer,” he said as gently as he could, which was hardly due to the lack of practice. “i’m not mad at you. i just need a break. we're in a new world, i can't just spend all my time locked up in a hotel room with you and you shouldn't either.”

“you're leaving me.”

“we're just not going to live together. we won't be that far away.”

“i don't understand! if you're not even mad then why do you need a break from me?”

“this isn't healthy, killer,” Dusk stressed.

Killer’s sockets widened at the ridiculousness of the statement. “when have we ever cared about that?”

“since i started caring about you,” Dusk countered.

Killer noticed he could see his eyelights from under his hood, but they weren't the usual colors. They were white.

Dusk’s hands mechanically drew away from him. “you're too clingy.”

The sentence was like a slap to the face. No, he's felt a slap to the face before, this was worse.

Dusk continued, “so i’m going to live on my own. you're not changing my mind.”

Yeah, it felt more like being stabbed through the soul.

Killer didn't respond, so the conversation ended there.

After a minute passed, Blue and Sans walked into the room. The timing felt too forced. He didn't doubt that they were listening. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He didn't know what to do now.

“hey,” someone said.

“are you…are you aware the other two have already left?”

He was in a room. He almost forgot that, somehow. He didn’t really feel like he was anywhere right now. “what?”

The person he was talking to seemed so blurry, all his surroundings did, now that he thought about it.

“aw geez,” Blue muttered. The other skeleton was completely out of it. Usually when Ink dissociates, he'd hold his hand to ground him, but he didn't know how Killer would react to that. He waved his hand in front of his eye sockets. “Killer? Do you know where you are right now?”

Killer turned his head towards him, but his lack of eyelights made it hard to tell if he was actually looking at him. “i—we're in your house, right?”

“We’re already back in your room,” Blue said gently.

He went quiet again.

“Hey, uh, do you want anything to eat? I don't think you've had food in a while.”

“yeah sure whatever,” he mumbled.

Yeah he totally wasn't listening.

He weighed his options. He could potentially grab Killer's hand and take him to a restaurant—no he's not gonna do that. He could…leave him here to get some food and then come back. He didn't really wanna leave him though.

Killer walked over to his bed to lie down.

He also kinda didn't want to stay either.

He couldn't believe he thought that this was that Killer. In hindsight, he should've known immediately that they were a different group. That Killer acted completely differently from this one. This one was, frankly, quite pitiful.

And pity he did.

“why are you still here?”

The sound of his voice made him flinch. He sighed, “I don't want you to be alone right now.”

Killer let out an empty chuckle, “why? what trouble could i possibly cause alone?”

Blue felt his soul drop at the first thing he imagined. He pushed that away. “Uh, I’m more concerned about your well-being than…any trouble you might cause.”

“sure.”

Yeah he wasn't leaving this guy alone. He reached for his phone to shoot a quick text to Ink and promptly put it away.

He walked over to the other bed. With no reaction from Killer, he decided to sit down on it.

Now that he was closer he could see how much messier Killer’s face had gotten. It looked like a squid attacked him. Sheesh, he didn't even know what that black liquid was but surely it wasn't a good thing to be leaking that much of it.

“you're stumped, aren't you?” he asked. “you don't know how to help me.”

Blue was surprised by the question. “Well, I can't exactly help someone who doesn't want it.” Getting him to cooperate would be the first step.

Killer propped himself up on his bed to lean his back against the headboard. He turned his tar-leaking head to Blue with a demented smile. “how would you go about it if i did?”

“I’d probably get you something to eat because you haven't eaten in, how many hours has it been already? About six.”

“gee, and here you are lazing about. i guess i’m gonna starve to death now because you didn't help.”

“You haven't asked for my help yet, silly,” Blue rolled his eyelights. “Anyway, I had someone else get you food.”

The door opened immediately after his sentence ended. Ink dramatically waltzed in holding a bag of takeout and handed it to Blue.

Killer didn't even have the time to complain about the sudden company before Ink winked, melted into a puddle and left.

Blue frowned and put the takeout down on the bed he was sitting on. “he left the door open, of course.” He walked over to shut the door and returned back to the bed to open the bag. “So! Have you ever had sushi before?”

Killer looked at Blue like he was insane. “what the hell is your deal?”

“It's just raw fish, you don't need to be so hung up about it.” Blue nonchalantly handed Killer a container of sushi rolls and chopsticks.

Much to Blue's relief, he accepted the sushi.

“I just got you some basic California rolls—right this is human food I forgot to mention. There isn't really any concerns about it health-wise but some monsters aren't prepared for the different feel of it—”

Killer was already putting a roll into his mouth. “it's fine, nightmare made us eat food from the surface. i’m used to it.”

“Oh.” Killer was actually contributing to the conversation, he needed to say more than that to keep it going. “Did you have any particular favorites?” He started eating his own sushi, they were dragon rolls, which sounded a lot cooler than they actually were. Oh well, they were still good.

Killer answered with a simple “no” before stuffing his mouth with more sushi.

That's fine, Blue could carry this conversation himself. “Seafood’s particularly been my favorite so far. Humans get so creative with it!”

Killer didn't respond. He just kept eating.

“It's kinda why I got us sushi, actually. I’ve been trying everything on the menu at this one place for the past few weeks.” He ate a few rolls himself. Maybe holding a conversation while they were eating wasn't the smartest way to go about it. It was a hassle to talk and eat.

Right as he thought that, Killer finished the last of his food. He put the chopsticks in the container and shoved it off the bed. He lied back down immediately.

The action kinda reminded him of a cat.

Blue put his leftovers back in the bag and got up to pick Killer’s discarded container off the ground. “I guess I’ll get going now.” He walked over to the door. “I can come back tomorrow morning if you’d like? I know going out to get food by yourself is…a less than ideal experience.”

Killer sighed and pinched his nasal bone. “you're annoyingly persistent. fine, do whatever you want.”

“It's a date, see you tomorrow!” Blue said cheerily before leaving. Immediately after closing the door he questioned why he said that. He could've said literally anything else. Or just omitted that first part. Whatever, hopefully Killer will ignore it. Dying of embarrassment is not on his to-do list.

With that guy gone, Killer could finally relax. Well, not necessarily relax but if he felt like throwing a few attacks around the room to let off some steam no one would get caught in the crossfire. No one he doesn't want to hurt, at least.

God, his face was a mess.

He felt like a mess too.

Maybe he should shower…

He just remembered, he doesn't have a change of clothes.

He used to have so many clothes. He recently obtained a lot, in fact.

He wished he could kill Nightmare. God he hated that thing. Why did he have to go and kidnap him? Why did he have to torture him and the others and then fool them for a moment into thinking they were safe?

He shouldn't even be here right now. He should be dead.

Killer screwed his sockets shut.

He’s going to shower. Who gives a shit if he doesn't have a change of clothes, at least he’ll get to feel the scalding water on his bones.

He managed to will himself over to the bathroom.

The first thing he noticed on the countertop was, remarkably, a change of clothes. It wasn't just any clothes, however. These were some of the clothes he had back at Nightmare’s castle.

There was a note that sat atop the folded clothes.

“Hiii, I know these look familiar. I managed to snag these from Nightmare. There's more in the dresser in the other room that you completely neglected to check. P.S. you got wayyy too many clothes.”

It was signed with a horribly written “Ink”.

…

That guy creeped him out.

He sighed. At least he has his clothes, he guessed.

He hesitated as he took off his jacket. He faced away from the mirror as he finally did. He threw it behind him, it probably landed on the countertop. As he took off his shirt, he thought about how he got into these clothes in the first place.

Someone changed his clothes, obviously. But who?

He caught a glimpse of the scars on his arms as he took off the rest of his clothes.

And then his soul froze.

If someone changed his jacket, and someone did change him because he doesn't remember doing that himself—honestly he doesn't even remember taking a nap—they saw his scars.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

He didn't really keep them a secret. At least he thinks he doesn't. Of course he doesn't go around announcing he has them either.

It's not really anyone else's business.

He absentmindedly ran his hands along the ridges on his tibiae and fibulae before jerking away like they were on fire.

He wasn't going to think about this anymore.

He hopped into the shower. He turned the faucet to as hot as it could go. It's not like he had skin to burn, besides the hotter the water the easier it was to scrub off the damn rotten determination off of him.

So, recap. Dusk hates him now, Sans has abandoned him to be with his real friends and family, and he really really wishes he could kill Nightmare, preferably by strangulation.

And Blue’s trying to fix him, at least that will be interesting to watch.

He really wasn't looking forward to sleeping alone tonight.

“you're too clingy.”

He pushed Dusk’s words out of his mind. Well, sorry that he was alone for however many years! God forbid he wanted to make up for lost time! What a horrible person he was for wanting to stick around the person he cared about the most!

He shut his eyes tightly, reveling in the burn of the water.

He wanted to scream. He wasn't going to, probably. He didn't want anyone to come knocking at his door.

Man, if only he had a way to calm down. Oh wait! He can't even fight with Dusk to let off some steam either!

Great! Awesome!

If he did fight with Dusk right now he’d probably kill him at this point. But that's completely useless to think about because if he could in the first place, he wouldn't be this angry.

Really great shower thoughts he was having. It's not like this is only making him more frustrated at Dusk.

He came up with that name for him.

Y’know what? He's over it now! This whole thing is stupid! Who needs him?

Hell, Blue’s willing to do all this stuff for him—someone he hardly even knows! Fuck it! He can be his replacement. He’ll be better than Dusk ever was!

He turned off the shower. He wished turning off his thoughts was that easy too.

He dried off and threw on the clothes that were left on the countertop. They happened to be a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt, clearly suitable sleepwear. Did Ink put these here after he delivered the food?

No, the note said there were some in the dresser. He probably did that before he got here.

That guy really creeped him out.

Well, maybe he didn't feel like sleeping now. He still has yet to explore the area and it’s probably late out.

He squinted at the currently closed blinds. He wondered if this universe had a proper day and night cycle.

He approached the window and opened the blinds to answer his question.

Lo and behold it was dark out.

His eyes widened. He rushed back to the bathroom to snag his jacket and shrugged it on as he went out of the hotel room.

It was lethally silent in the hallway so he crept down it as quietly as he could.

Just as he hoped, absolutely no one was in the lobby.

He exited the hotel without that awful feeling of dread that was present last time.

Cold air hit his face as he closed the door behind him. Everything was dark, there weren't even streetlamps or anything on. Must've been really late.

Sheesh. How long did he stay in the shower?

Feeling bold, he walked down the sidewalk, looking around even though he could hardly see.

Some people were scared of the dark, which Killer found funny. Personally he felt an odd sense of calmness from being in the dark. Things were less overwhelming.

If there was anyone out right now he sure as hell couldn't see them and they probably couldn't see him in turn.

This kinda reminded him of his walks in the forest…Usually he went out at night to see his cats or if he was having a particularly hard time sleeping.

His cats…

He hoped the six of them were fine.

Maybe.

Maybe Nightmare isn't as bad as he acted. Maybe that apology was genuine. He did lie. He said he killed Dust and Horror—in a way he did. Neither of them went by those names anymore. But he also told those two that he killed him, and he's still Killer. He’ll always be.

Why did he lie? Why did he apologize? Manipulation? Then why did he send them away?

There were those rare times he had less slime on him than usual. Times when he was damaged. One of those times was around the time he decided to kick them out.

Maybe none of this meant anything. “Guardian of negativity” surely that just meant he was the scum of the multiverse.

He caught sight of the moon. Apparently this universe had one of those too. Something in his soul stirred.

He's never seen the moon before, has he? They've gone to the surface many times, Nightmare hardly took them underground, but they've never been out at night.

And of course he's never been to the surface back in his universe.

It was beautiful. Currently a waxing gibbous, most of it was showing. A full moon would be soon.

He was surprised he remembered the phases of the moon. That's right, he was a huge fan of space once, wasn't he?

There were plenty of stars too. The lack of light pollution here really made them stand out.

He wasn't that tired right now. Maybe he could stay up to watch the sun rise, but some people might be out by then. He sighed. He supposed he should head back.

It was fairly easy to find the hotel again, even in the dark, granted he just walked in a straight line.

Once he got back to his room, all sleepiness finally hit him. He took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and got on his bed.

The second his head hit the pillow he immediately fell asleep.

He woke up to the sound of knocking. He jerked upright, wiping the drool off his mouth.

His dream was relatively mundane. He hardly remembered any of it. There was a deer at one point, that was the only thing he could remember.

In his book, that meant he had a good dream.

“dusk, can you get the door?”

No response, typical.

He grumbled, willing himself out of bed to answer the door himself. As he passed by Dusk’s empty bed it hit him that he wasn't living with him anymore. Oh, right.

And the person knocking at the door was definitely not gonna be Sans, but Blue.

He stood in front of the door, hand hovering above the doorknob.

There was another knock. “Uh, Killer? Are you awake?”

Did he really want to answer it right now?

He was having a great time being alone. By himself.

There was another knock, more frantic this time.

If he just stayed quiet maybe he'll assume he was sleeping and go away.

“Killer!?” Blue’s yell caught him off guard. He sounded like he was panicking.

“I’M GONNA BREAK THE DOOR DOWN TO CHECK IF YOU’RE SLEEPING!” he shouted.

Okay he should probably open the door. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

Blue jumped as the door opened. He looked like he was about to kick the door down. Honestly, Killer kinda wanted to see if he'd even be able to do that. “OH! Oh! Thank goodness. You're alive—AWAKE!” He seemed to mentally kick himself. “Good morning!”

He was dressed in motorcycle gear. There was no way this guy actually drove a motorcycle, was there?

Killer quirked a brow bone. “you're alive too. nice to know you didn't trip on anything on your way here.”

Blue scratched the back of his skull as he weakly laughed. “Ha…yeah. So, ready to go get breakfast?”

“wait, we're going out? i thought you were just going to bring the food like last time.”

“Oh don't worry, we're gonna go somewhere relatively secluded. Once you drive far enough from this little town there's a field of grass people hardly go to since it takes a while to walk to. I’ll set up a picnic there,” Blue explained.

“so you do have the food on you. let's just eat here.”

“No, you need some sunlight. C’mon.”

Killer narrowed his sockets. “i went out last night.”

“That's good! You still need sunlight.” He really wasn't budging on this.

Then he had a thought. What if he threatened him? He wasn't going to let this guy push him around.

A bone with a sharpened end was summoned in his hand before he knew it.

Blue didn't even move.

He brought the bone close to his chest. “you're not making me go out, alright? just bring the food here. or y’know what? i don't even need to eat. you can just fuck off and leave me alone.”

Blue raised his hands in defense. “Okay. I’m sorry for pushing your boundaries. I won’t do it again,” he mumbled guiltily.

Killer huffed, drawing the bone away. His apology only pissed him off more. He didn't even look or sound remotely scared. “do you know how easy it would be to kill you?”

Blue stared at him with caution.

“i’ve already killed my brother, do you think killing myself would be any harder?” His hand on the bone tightened.

Instantly Blue reached out to grab his wrists tossing any concern for himself out the window. “I know you think it’d be easy but please don’t!”

He wasn't worried about dying in the slightest. He was worried about Killer dying.

He could feel his hands trembling around his wrists.

“why do you care so much?” Killer asked.

Blue frowned. Killer wasn't sure why.

“I—i’m sorry. after you fell asleep while the others were changing out of those stupid disguises, i suggested that one of them should change your jacket, at least. you already weren't wearing a shirt i didn't realize—”

“did they both see them?”

Blue let go of his wrists and dropped his hands by his sides. He nodded solemnly.

Killer was stunned. Is that why Dusk decided to leave him? He finally saw how pathetic he was. He wouldn't want to deal with someone like that. It made sense.

“Killer,” Blue said, “Dusk and Sans are concerned for you.”

Killer cackled. “so they decided to leave me? yeah, they seemed real concerned.”

Blue’s expression grew stern. “Most of them were old, but some of them were recent.”

Killer went deathly silent. Oh. Oh yeah. He almost forgot he…

Oh god no.

“dusk saw them,” he mumbled.

He wasn't an idiot. He probably pieced it together the second he noticed there were fresher ones.

No no no no no. He wasn't supposed to see that shit. No wonder why he was so stubborn about leaving him. He knew. He knew the cause of those ones.

He knew the cause was him.

Cutting himself over a fucking argument? One that he caused and needed to apologized over? Of course Dusk wanted to get away from him. He knew how fucked up he was.

How immature. How disgusting.

Someone gently pulled him into a hug. He couldn't bring himself to push them away. He didn’t really want to.

It felt warm. It was nice.

He didn't deserve this comfort but he decided to be selfish.

It was probably a solid minute before Killer registered that it was Blue that was hugging him. Of course it was, he was the only other person in the room.

The door has apparently been closed this entire time, which is a relief. He wouldn't want random people walking down the hall to see this.

Awkwardly, he wriggled out of the hug.

His vision was currently a blurry mess which was undeniable proof that he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” Blue said.

He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.

“If you want me to leave, I understand.”

“no,” he said, a bit too desperately. “you can stay.” He didn’t want to be alone right now.

Blue seemed to think for a moment. For a second, Killer was worried he wanted to leave, but then he smiled. “Alright, but I should get the food first. I left it outside on my bike.” He turned around to open the door and left.

Even though he knew he was just getting the food, he was still worried he wasn’t going to come back.

He really is clingy.

Instead of going back to his bed to sit down he stood there in front of the door like an idiot.

To add insult to injury, Blue didn’t look surprised to see him still standing when he got back with a picnic basket. He did, however, comment on how he didn’t lock the door.

Blue apparently also brought the picnic blanket with him. He unfolded it and spread it out on the ground to the best of his ability. There wasn't entirely enough room for it so some of it scrunched up against the legs of the beds. He also opened the blinds to let some sunlight through.

The two of them sat down on the blanket to have an indoor picnic.

He was skeptical of this guy at first, but he was warming up to him. He seemed genuine.

He was just warming up to him because he was desperate. The second Dusk left him he blindly grasped for a replacement.

He was horrible.

He almost hoped that Blue had some ulterior motive, that he was manipulating him. It’d serve him right.

But the food they were eating right now was cooked by him and he was filling the silence he didn't want to hear right now.

[natti-ice]

I saw that you posted about sending in some smutty requests for cm 👀👀. Maybe you could do some headcanons on what they like in the bedroom/kinks?

Includes: Aaron Hotchner, Luke Alvez, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, NSFW Headcanons, multiple kinks, turn ons, favorite sex positions, all HCs are for female!reader.

If you don’t know a position, these are my sources for the names! Lesbian positions hetero positions

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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Male Characters:

— Aaron Hotchner:

⟡ Kinks: Dom/sub play, bondage (handcuffs, ropes, etc), blindfolds, impact play, orgasm control.

⟡ Turn ons: Aaron LOVES when you wear your hair up, seeing you in tight clothing, when you're being really clingy in public, long wet sloppy kisses, he loves when you tell him dirty jokes.

⟡ Favorite positions: Aaron is pretty open to any positions but he has his go tos, missionary (of course), cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, wheelbarrow, the seashell.

— Luke Alvez:

⟡ Kinks: mutual masturbation, role playing, ice play, face fucking, daddy kink.

⟡ Turn ons: he gets so turned on when you smell good (warm scents like vanilla and cinnamon are his favorite), playful competition, verbally teasing each other throughout the day, accidental touches, loves when you're overly flirty.

⟡ Favorite positions: doggy style, spooning, standing (any position where you both stand), the lazy man, table top.

— Spencer Reid:

⟡ Kinks: cuckolding, voyeurism, breeding, edging (both you and him), cock and ball torture. Bonus: lactation.

⟡ Turn ons: soft whispers of affection, sharing your deepest fantasies, intelligence, playing with his hair, stripteasing.

⟡ Favorite positions: 69, pretzel dip, leap frog, ballet dancer, the chairman.

— Derek Morgan:

⟡ Kinks: DADDY KINK, degradation, wax play, extreme dirty talk, public sex.

⟡ Turn ons: good hygiene is a big one for him, self confidence, not backing down from his advances, seeing you in/stealing his clothes, he's big into lingerie.

⟡ Favorite positions: flatiron, the pinball wizard, the upstanding citizen, the snake, the socket.

Female Characters:

— Emily Prentiss:

⟡ Kinks: role play, Dom/sub play, sadism, nipple play, spanking.

⟡ Turn ons: she likes her girls a little more feminine but not overly girly, jewelry, when your collar bone is exposed, humor, hearing your moans.

⟡ Favorite positions: tribbing, standing ovation, cowgirl, mountain climber, the rocket.

— Jennifer Jareau:

⟡ Kinks: erotic asphyxiation, discipline, role play, gagging, orgasm control.

⟡ Turn ons: soft kisses, seeing you in her favorite color, lacy panties, wet hair clinging to your skin, hearing your soft giggles.

⟡ Favorite positions: lazy girl's 69, the rockin rockette, the G whiz, the caboose, seated wheelbarrow.

— Penelope Garcia:

⟡ Kinks: BDSM, wax play, blindfolds, humiliation, exhibitionism.

⟡ Turn ons: being inexperienced, TEASING, bashfulness, slightly toned arms, smaller boobs.

⟡ Favorite positions: the kinky jockey, missionary, scissoring, cowboy, spork.

— Tara Lewis:

⟡ Kinks: age gaps, mommy kink, voyeurism, lactation, food play.

⟡ Turn ons: exposed midriffs, small booty shorts, witty sense of humor, she loves a good bush, soft facial features.

⟡ Favorite positions: doggy style, spooning, the face off, magic mountain, the valedictorian.

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[classica-meretrix]

Insecure

pairing: leo valdez x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: talking about not thinking your good enough for someone, reader mentions past insecurities, leo is insecure, mentions of reader having a dog at home and homesickness summary: reader reassures leo about his insecurities

The mechanical puppy let out a sharp bark, hopping off my bunk. It ran to the middle of the room, chasing it's tail in a circle.

"Oh my gods, Leo!"

He gave me a proud smirk, resting his hand on my waist. I had mentioned yesterday that I was missing my family, especially my dog. Next thing I know Leo's eagerly pulling me away from breakfast to show me something in my cabin.

I knelt down on the floor, the bronze puppy running to meet me. He ran a circle around me before dropping to show me his stomach. I reached out to give him belly rubs, laughing as he wiggled with delight.

"He's one hundred percent celestial bronze," Leo braged. "That puppy could take down an army. I've been calling him Rocket, but you can name him whatever."

"Rocket suits him," I agreed.

"Best part is, you don't have to feed him or clean up after him. Completely mess free pet."

As soon as he finished speaking the puppy leaped up, running over to dive into my trash can, scattering wrappers and crumpled papers everywhere as he rolled in them.

"Okay... Almost mess free."

I laughed, turning to look up at Leo. "Thank you. This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. He's perfect."

Leo returned my smile. "Well, you don't love me for my dashing good looks," he joked, turning back to watch Rocket play.

My face twisted in confusion. Leo seemed completely indifferent about his comment, but it didn't make any sense to me. Was this another one of his obscure Leo jokes no one else got?

"What?"

His eyes stayed on the puppy as he spoke. "If I wasn't so good with gadgets you wouldn't have ever gave me the time of day. Playing the long game." He talked like his words were fact. Now I wasn't confused, just upset.

I stood, cupping his face in my hands to make him look at me. "I love that you're good with machines, and how sweet you are, but you're also really hot."

"What?" he questioned. His eyes were wide, and he looked completely thrown off by my statement. "W—What do mean?"

"We didn't get together for years because I thought you were too good for me, that'd you'd never want to be with me."

"What?" he asked again, eyes now looking like they'd pop out of their sockets. "You realize how out of my league you are, right?"

I laughed, placing a chaste kiss to his lips which he was too stunned to reciprocate. "Do you realize how sexy you are?" I countered.

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes frantically flicked between mine. "Are you being serious?"

"Yes, I'm being serious. You're the hottest guy I've ever met. I mean that both literally and figuratively." The last sentence was mostly in reference to the fact that I could feel Leo's skin heating up to an unnatural temperature beneath my hands, the information apparently too much for him.

"Gods, how did I get so lucky?" he asked before swiftly kissing me, this time feverishly.

I laughed against his lips, running my hands through his curls.

[misty-doodles]

Did someone ask for rewind techno. He's literally rattled but he's here! Info under cut if your curious

Just like Dream, he also got dragged back to the original timeline and to an execution. Og!Tubbo got control tho, and when he tried to flee with Ranboo and Philza, he got a rocket to the face as payback, which unfortunately killed him.

Ranboo ended up taking og! tubbo's life in retaliation, and techno was later revived by foolish w/ Dream. He ended up sewing closed the empty socket at chopping off all the burnt hair.

[multiheadcanons]

REQUEST: TF2 MERCS AND FOOD

scout: okay, we’re gonna breeze past all scout knowing is twerk be bisexual eat hot chip and lie. we’re gonna hold that space, and now we’re gonna move on. scout can cook a bird like a son of a bitch. he can roast a turkey like nobody’s business. he cannot cook anything else. he has successfully made a turducken. heavy handed with the pepper. master spatchcocker. he puts like no effort into it and the bird just snaps. he’ll cook when he’s pissed at medic so he can cut up bird carcasses and tell him his doves are next. really, he’ll eat anything. except sushi. he hates the texture of raw fish.

soldier: he keeps an emergency stash of MREs in his room. normally not allowed in the kitchen. is allowed on the grill. he will use a thermometer when he cooks meat. no american is above salmonella. he is kind of picky, but doesn’t complain since he’s normally not cooking. he doesn’t like soups. doesn’t like anything too soft, really. he would like to work for his calories.

pyro: NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. NOT ALLOWED WITHIN TEN FEET OF THE GRILL. CHASE THEM OFF IF SEEN IN THOSE LOCATIONS. pyro has not been, is not, and will never be willingly allowed near the cooking areas since the base fire of ‘74. nobody likes to talk about it. it was a bad day for everyone involved. if pyro begs, they might get to mash garlic. pyro genuinely only knows twerk be bisexual eat hot chip and lie. pyro LOVES spice. the hotter the better. willingly eats ghost peppers raw. and, contrary to popular belief, pyro hates sweets. doesn’t like the taste of sweet and how it coats their mouth. a sweet treat is very rare for them. they like a good pumpkin pie, or a nice sweet potato if they absolutely need something sweet. even fruit sometimes is too much. they like kiwis and pineapples because they sting a little. allergic to carrots

demo: demo is a master of meat. butchering, trimming, dressing, marinating, seasoning, roasting, frying, baking, pan searing. any way in which meat could be cooked demo can and has cooked it that way. once tried to cook a pork roast with a bomb. came back with soldier and tried to cook another one with a rocket. he is a scientist, and he likes to play with his food too. hates sour stuff. he can feel it in his eye socket. otherwise not picky about food. loves blueberries. hates raspberries. tries weird food combinations for his ratatouille moment. will physically fight anyone for the last piece of pizza.

heavy: soup master. cooks for twenty seven every time it’s his turn to cook. has a crazy mental catalogue of every soup known to man and can make a different soup every time. also is the one who knows exactly what is in the fridge at all times and when it will expire. resident grocery shopper with snipes. his job is to have the list prepared so all snipes has to do is take the list and not deviate. it takes them about a week of planning everything down to the budget. not very good with meats, but he can get it cooked. just may be overdone. sensitive stomach, can’t just eat garbage and be fine. there’s something about watching him read and absentmindedly eat grapes as he does so. forces pyro to eat fruit. like chases him around with an apple. his dedication from nutrition came from medic. he found the science behind it interesting, and thinks that caring for your body is one of the best things you can do for it. insane spice tolerance, but he hates spice. get this man on hot ones. his favorite spice is coriander. he likes saying it.

engineer: engie is a master at some good comfort food. he remembers his mama, god rest her soul, telling him as a young boy if he likes to eat he better like to cook. and buddy, does he love to cook. can make a sourdough starter from scratch. his favorite meal to cook and eat are chicken and dumplings. everyone fights for the chicken and dumplings. everyone begs him to make the chicken and dumplings. he’s so extra, he shapes the dumplings into hearts. like his mama used to do on his birthday. everyone eats that shit up they love engie when he’s in the kitchen. always willing to learn a recipe for someone, and the designated chef for birthdays. everyone normally wants the same thing on their birthdays, so it’s a fairly easy job. killer cornbread maker. medic once begged him to make an eggs benedict. he’d never tried before, but gave it a go. it came out pretty okay!the doctor would’ve appreciated it if everything were burned to a crisp, though. he was desperate.

medic: NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. NOT ALLOWED WITHIN TEN FEET OF THE GRILL. KILL WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE IF FOUND IN THESE AREAS. medic should never be allowed in a kitchen. he’s messy, he’s chaotic, he enters and exits a room in whirlwinds, his hands are normally bloody. is has a basic grasp on cooking. pretty okay on the grill, but after the base fire of ‘74 he and pyro got banned. not picky at all, just has foods he likes more than others. has tried human meat in a taco. he didn’t mind it! a little too tough for him. might make a better burger. he likes to play in food too much to be given the responsibility to cook. he can help if he wants to, though. normally he brings alcohol and that’s his contribution to team dinners. a good bottle of wine or a 12 pack of beer. loves the concept of edible flowers. he and pyro will ruin a meal by demolishing that shit in edible glitter. please keep them out of the kitchen. he loves a good eggs benedict but he’s the only one who can consistently make hollandaise sauce and properly poach an egg. and he’s not allowed in the kitchen. so the days of the benedict of eggs are gone. eats sauerkraut out of the jar.

sniper: kitchen and grill bodyguard. will fire a warning shot once before headshotting the Banished. past that, you didn’t hear it from me, but snipes is a phenomenal baker. he‘s got a kiss the cook apron. he’ll only bake if he’s the only one in the base. the team will come back from whatever they’re doing to fresh pastries. warm bread. cookies baked to perfection. then he walks in and goes “oh, who did all of this” and the whole team won’t know. but as he watches them dig in, it warms his heart a little. he wishes that they would stop groaning when they ate though, he’s pretty sure they’re not that good. heavy is the only one who has intuited that it’s sniper making the pastries, but sniper doesn’t know that he knows. he keeps the secret though. resident grocery shopper with heavy. his job is to get them in and out of the store as fast as possible with no room for impulse buys. he and heavy are the only ones with enough discipline to resist going over the budget. lets heavy get the produce while he sprints for everything else. their record time is 30 minutes excluding checkout. brutal shopper. will casually move your cart, and you, to get what he needs. sometimes he will begin it with excuse me. but he’s not on the clock. he is trying to get out of there as fast as possible. has also tried human meat. not bad! he’d eat it if he had to.

spy: of course spy knows how to cook. he’s great at it. but do you think he’s actually cooking? he’s only in that kitchen when it’s fend for yourself night, and he does not show pity. yes he does make ratatouille. has a very refined palette. unless he himself is sick. then he’ll literally drink bath water if he can keep it down. once cried when eating a soup heavy made. it was the best thing he’d tasted in his life. keeps a snack basket and carafe in his room so he doesn’t have to be seen in the kitchen. loves some spice, but has a low spice tolerance. he’ll still eat a chili raw. he’ll never admit it but he loves getting to try everyone else’s cooking. it fascinates him, at least if they’re decent cooks. feels a little bad he’ll probably never get to try medic’s cooking. he’s sure the man knows his way around a bratwurst. jam and marmalade connoisseur. his favorite is orange. will literally moan over a good croissant and jam. loves his french breakfast of a croissant, a coffee and a cigarette.