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I like seeing Simon dressed in Graceβs clothes but had it ever occurred to any of us that Mr. Simon βMarkiplierβ Butcher is a very thick/muscular/sturdy man. And yes Grace is also very fit but comparing the two is like a rock to a whole ass boulder. All I can imagine is one of Graceβs shirts struggling to contain Simonβs biceps and chest then the second his muscles flex while preforming the simplest task the shirt just rips like paper. Simon is obviously embarrassed meanwhile Grace is trying not to drool and lunge at the beefy man.
β‘Be a Mushroomβ‘
β‘ Pairing: Sans Undertale with sick!kid!reader
β‘ Summary: Your human body still needs some getting used to the underground environment. All you can do is let the punny skeleton take care of you.
β‘ Note: Iβve been soooooo unmotivated and canβt pick which media I want to hyper fixate on so Iβm writing nonsense. Is the Undertale fandom even alive?? Not counting Deltarune. Idk eat this up anyway. Also super random but do we prefer the small text? Iβm experimenting on the appeal and all. I see a lot of other authors use the small text and thought I would too. Does anyone ever read these? lol I never do.
You werenβt the first human to inhabit the underground and you certainly wouldnβt be the last. While there were times you missed the sun on your skin you werenβt in any rush to get back to your world. The longer you stayed here the more at home you felt. You were starting to think maybe this is where you really belonged. You were even taken in by two skeleton brothers who seemed to be quite fond of you even when you got on their nerves. Although, the longer you stayed the worse you started to feel. Day by day you felt your immune system weaken. It never crossed your mind to tell someone. You laid in bed, chills ran over your body. You hugged the blanket around yourself tighter in attempt to fight the shakes coming on. Alas this was a fight you just couldnβt win. It was still dark outβ¦well it was always dark in Snowdinβ¦and most of the underground- but you could feel that early morning grogginess weighing you down. You slowly turned over to read the clock on your nightstand. Your fever made even the slightest movements feel like a workout.
γ04:37amγ
Oh great. The light illuminating from the clock alone was enough to make your head throb. You squeezed your eyes shut in hopes of drowning out the light to ease your headache but this was only the beginning. Footsteps right outside your door had your eyes shooting open. Thank god! It was most definitely Papyrus getting ready to leave for training with Undyne. βP-Pap-β You attempted to call out but your voice was already hoarse. Damnit! βPap-pyrus!β You managed to squeak out. βHuman? What are you doing up?β He answered, letting himself in and making his way over to you. The tall skeleton stood over you with his hands on his hips and a stern expression. βWeβve talked about staying up so late, havenβt we?β He gave you a once over then noticed how much you were shaking. You looked pitiful. βOhβ¦dear. Youβre sick, arenβt you?β He bent down to be level with you, his gloved hand pushed the hair back out of your face. βYouβre burning up.β Papyrusβs touch was soothing. You were in good hands now which put you at ease. βI have training this morning but do not fret, human. Iβll let Sans know youβre under the weather and heβll take good care of you. Heβs always taken great care of me!β He pet your head one last time before leaving you to rest. You were going to be ok.
γ12:52pmγ
After talking with Papyrus you eventually fell back to sleep and woke up at a much more reasonable time. You pried your crusty eyes open and the first thing you saw was Sans sitting by your bed reading a quantum physics book. He was so odd. You werenβt sure if it was a prank he was waiting to pull when you woke up or if he just reading up so he could make a sciencey joke no one else would get. βLook whoβs up.β He closed the book then set it aside. βPaps told me you were sick.β Judging by the state of you that was obvious. βDonβt worry kid, youβre in good hands.β He seemedβ¦genuine? Sans truly was a mystery. Youβve never seen him take anything seriously before. Heβs always put on such a carefree persona, anything for a laugh.
While you were mentally picking him apart he could see the cogs turning in your head, not quite sure what you were thinking so hard on but it made him laugh. βRelax before you pop a blood vessel.β He was right. You needed to preserve your energy. It was probably just the fever talking. Sans could tell you were still in your head. You were a mystery to him as well. Maybe thatβs why he liked to keep you around. He couldβve pushed you off onto Toriel but something in him said that you were worth taking in. βThink youβre able to take some medicine?β He picked up a bottle that was sitting on the nightstand and offered it up to which you scrunched your nose at. βOh donβt be like that. Youβll feel much better after.β He stood up and flicked your nose. βIβll go get you some water.β All you could do now was pout about it. He didnβt seem to be taking no for an answer. You knew taking the medicine would help your fever but you didnβt feel like taking it. You didnβt feel like doing anything! Guess thatβs being sick for you. You buried your head under the covers and groaned. This is miserable.
Sans returned with a glass of water and a cold, wet rag. βHey kid have you heard about the guy that tripped over a tissue box?β You rolled your eyes but humored him. βNoβ¦β βHe was trying to catch his running nose.β The skeleton laughed at his own joke when you didnβt then offered the medicine to you again. βI get your sick but no need to be a sour puss.β He teased lightheartedly. Sans meant well but you were just too miserable to care. He helped you sit up so you could reluctantly choked down the pills. The water felt like heaven on your scratchy throat. βI think you might have a cold.β Sans stated in a much more serious manner which caught you off guard. You watched as his expression darkened. βThis is snot a laughing matter.β His cheeky face bounced right back. He got you there. That one earned a laugh from you which made him smile a little wider. βYouβre an idiot!β You were laughing and that was a lot better than sniffling in his opinion. Anything to make you feel better. βAt least I got you smiling.β He pinched your cheek causing your face to scrunch up. You slap his hand away. βQuit it!β βIβm the one taken care of you. Iβll poke at you all I want.β His boney fingers tickled your side which made you flinch. βUh oh~ youβre ticklish.β He let out an evil laugh with a sinister smile. Oh no. Sansβs fingers dug into your sides till you were wriggling, laughing, and gasping for air. βSans stop I canβt breathe!β βYou know what they say: laughter is the best medicine!β He let you take a wheezy breath and calm down. βYou suck!β You kick at him but he catches your ankle with that cheeky smirk he always wears. βThatβs no way to talk to the monster taking time out of his day to nurse you back to health.β You couldnβt help but roll your eyes. βSounds like you have a complex.β βDo you even know what that means?β βOf course I do!β He sure knew how to push your buttons.
The medicine was kicking in and your body started to relax. Your head didnβt feel as heavy. Sans noticed how you were breathing a little better and didnβt seem as shaky. βNow take a nap and let that medicine do its work.β His boney hand lightly pushed you back into bed then draped the wet rag over your eyes. βIf you need anything Iβm here.β He gave your head one last pat before leaving you be. You heard the door shut and his footsteps disappear down the hall. The thought of sleep sounded nice. Maybe this wasnβt so bad. It was nice to be pampered. Sans did take good care of you.
γ07:13pmγ
The next time you woke up your throat was incredibly dry. Your nose being stopped up made it hard to breathe. Taking a deep breath made your chest rattle. Pulling yourself out of bed wasnβt as hard as it seemed earlier so the medicine mustβve helped. Your mission now was to try and make your way to the kitchen. You wrap your blanket around you and shuffle towards the door, filled with determination. The house was dark. All the lights were off apart from tv illuminating the living room. You could make out the faint silhouette of Sans asleep on the couch. How irresponsible! What caretaker falls asleep on the job?
Nonetheless you continued your journey into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. You tried to be quiet as to not wake Sans but everything seemed to be so much louder like the cabinets seemed to be squeakier or accidentally knocking something off the counter. Sans still seemed to be fast asleep. As you turned on the faucet to fill your cup, water shot out in a frenzy, spraying you in the face. You move as quickly as possible to turn it off when you hear snickering coming from the living room. Sans pretended to be asleep but you could obviously see him trying to stifle his laughter. βSans!β You shriek. βThatβs not funny!β He didnβt see it that way. Laughter is the best medicine yeah well you arenβt laughing. βCβmon kiddo, I was just playing around.β A towel in a blue glow floated over and draped over your head. βDonβt hate me?β You werenβt sure if it was possible to hate him but you could definitely be mad at him. You pulled the towel from your head and threw it on the floor. βNo hard feelings?β Sans opened his arms to you for a hug. Should you trust it? He could sense your distrust. βNo more jokes, promise.β He drew an X across his chest to show he meant it. Maybe he did. You decide to lean into him for the hug. He wrapped his arms around you then lifted you up to place you on the couch. The skeleton carried you with ease even though you were half his size. When he sat you in your designated spot on the couch, the very end against the armrest, he plopped down next to you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
While Sans watched TV, you watched him. He could feel your eyes burning into the side of his skull. You noticed that quantum physics book from earlier sitting next to him. What was this book about? Well clearly it was about quantum physics but why was he reading it? What joke could he possibly make with this? Was it just there to trigger your curiosity? Was his only plan to wave it in front of your nose? You were so invested in what he was thinking and what truly went on in his head. Could Sans actually be some kind of evil genius who hid behind clever puns? βYouβreβ¦smart, arenβt you?β Maybe you were delirious. He couldβve blamed it on your fever but he didnβt. βI never said I wasnβt.β His expression softened and became more sincere. He turned to you with a less face splitting smile and more of a relaxed smirk like he was amused by your questions. βI know my puns arenβt always well thought out but did you really think I was stupid?β You went silent. Judging by your silence Sans knew the answer. βLetβs just say I know a lot more than I let on.β He chuckled. βLike I know youβve been sick for days.β A shiver ran down your spine. Howβd he know? Itβs not like you had been sniveling and groaning till today. God maybe he was a genius. βYouβre not as sneaky as you think.β He added. βWhy didnβt you do something about it then?β You grumbled, glaring over at him. βNot much I can do for you, kiddo. Youβre not exactly built for this place.β Sans reached out, gently running a hand through your hair almost like he was comforting you. βYouβre more likeβ¦a flower. Itβs hard to thrive in a damp dark corner when all youβve know is sunshine.β That made sense. Would you shrivel up in the cold? You didnβt want to go back to the over world but you definitely didnβt want to die. βAm I gonna wilt?β βNo, kid youβre not gonna wilt. Youβll adapt, it takes time. Youβre a flower now but soon youβll bloom into a beautiful mushroom!β You scrunched up your nose. βA mushroom?!β βWhat, donβt wanna be a mushroom?β He chuckled. βMushrooms are better than flowers. Flowers are annoying. Theyβll get in your head and manipulate you- or whatever. Mushrooms are a dime a dozen! All Iβm saying is in a world of flowers be a mushroom.β You couldnβt help but laugh even though he was serious. His advice calmed your nerves. You didnβt really get all this flower talk but you knew you were going to be ok.
Yeah Iβm really out here just posting stuff. If youβve got some motivation you arenβt using you should totally send it my way just saying!!! Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Love, Kami ααα’
And if I started writing for dhmis would you fw that????
YES YES YES KAMI πππ
The fandom is dead let it go
Donβt you have requests to write?
And if I made a slendermansion text story that was heavily Ticci Toby x y/n centered would you fuck with that????
Yes ofc!!!
No shut upβ¦
Bro I just watched the backrooms movie. Why would they go in there havenβt they played the games???
Do you know that?
β± Summary: βYouβre not my daughter.β
βDo you know that?β
β± Pairing: Tim Wright with fem!kid reader
Youβve really done it now. Tim always warned you about that rope swing down by the river. βThat things older than you are. Havenβt you seen Bridge to Terabithia?β Is what heβd say but you always fired back with βSorry old man thatβs a bit before my time.β It was funny up until now. You shouldβve listen to him then maybe you wouldnβt be knocked out cold on the river bank. You wouldnβt have to die soaked, young, and alone.
The water washed up onto your chest, occasionally splashing your face like it was teasing to pull you under. To your luck the water had been down from the lack of rain the past few days but how lucky were you really when you still laid there unconscious. Your lips had already turned blue from the cold but the back of your head stained red from hitting it during your fall. What a mess and it could only get worse as the sun sank behind the trees and mountains. Just a couple feet away your walkie talkie buzzed with Timβs voice on the other end. Heβd phoned in twice already telling you to get your ass back to the cabin before it got too late but when you hadnβt answered he knew something was wrong. βThis isnβt a fucking joke kid! PICK! UP!β No reply.
Tim paced back and forth, wondering whether he should be mad or worried. You were just a kid and you knew better than to stay out after dark by yourself. He wondered if heβs done something to piss you off. You two often fought but you never stayed gone like this. βYou gotta relax. Sheβs probably on her period or something. Hormones and mood swings and such!β Toby so graciously added. Brian cringed from the pure stupidity radiating off the boy. He grabbed Tim by the shoulders to ground him. βDo we have any idea where she could be?β He spoke calmly. Brian was always the levelheaded of the bunch. He could feel Tim shuddering under his hands. Youβve really got him shook up.
The realization finally dawned on Tim. He quickly shoved Brian out of the way so he could put his shoes on. βSheβs at the fucking river.β βAre you sure?β Brian quickly pulled his jacket from the hook by the door and followed him out. βWhere else would she be?β The two of them hopped into the truck and sped off. The car ride was quiet apart from the engine roaring and Timβs heavy breathing. βLittle shit probably drowned herself by now.β He spat but Brian could see the genuine fear in his eyes. Heβs never seen his friend this worried before. Brian knew how much Tim cared about you and he wasnβt exactly sure why. You were just a kid they picked up like a stray abandoned kitten one day, same as Toby but to be fair you were much more well behaved than Toby. Anyone with eyes could see you were Timβs favorite. βYou love her donβt you?β That drew a hateful growl from Timβs throat. βI hate kids and that brat better be dead when we find her or Iβll kill her myself for causing all this trouble.β Tim was stubborn and he didnβt βloveβ or get close to others. He didnβt appreciate these accusations Brian was spitting out of nowhere.
When they pulled up to the river Tim cut the engine and jumped out, calling your name and hoping for a response. Your limp body caught his eyes, he quickly rushed over and knelt down next to you. He pulled you close to try and listen for a heart beat or breathing. You werenβt dead and that was enough. He shrugged off his coat to wrap you in. You looked so small in that moment it almost broke his heart. He carried you back to the truck and laid you in the backseat. βSheβs bleeding.β He mumbled. Brian almost didnβt catch it. βSheβll be alright. Iβm sure sheβs been through a lot worse.β
You were a tough kid. Tim made sure you could take care of yourself but he always lurked behind you like a guard dog. There was something about you he just felt the need to protect as much as he hates it. Too many innocent people got hurt when he got too close and he didnβt want that happening to you. After you proved home Brian had to stick the cut on the back of your head then took you to bed so youβd hopefully warm up and regain consciousness. Tim sat in his recliner staring into space, letting his cigarette burn down to his finger tips when Brian came downstairs wiping blood from his hands. βPretty nasty cut. Twelve stitches but she took it like a champ. Didnβt wake up once.β That didnβt get a reaction. He sighed and took a seat on the coffee table in front of Tim. βSheβs fine, Tim.β βI donβt care.β He shrugged it off and rolled his eyes. βCut the bullshit and quit acting like an asshole. Acting like you donβt care wonβt make a difference.β Brian snapped and took the cigarette from his hand and stomped it out on the floor before storing off. It pissed Tim off but he had no energy to fight back. The worst part is that he knew Brian was right. He just couldnβt handle another situation like Jayβ¦
It was 2 am when you finally woke up. Your head throbbed like you had been shot. You were wrapped up in three thick blankets and Timβs jacket which reeked of smoke but the smell comforted you. Your lips practically stuck together from how thirsty you were so you slowly and carefully made your way to the kitchen, holding onto the walls to keep you stable. A lamp in the living room was still on. You assumed it was left on by mistake but as you hit the bottom step Tim caught your eye l. He sat in his chair using his pocket knife to scrape away at his callouses. He never looked up. βYouβre mad at me arenβt you?β Your voice was hoarse and dry. He didnβt reply. βYou were right. I shouldnβt have been on that rope swing. Iβve learned my lesson.β Still no response. That hurt more than if he had yelled. βTim?β You stepped closer, wrapping his coat around you tighter. βArenβt you go-β βI donβt give a shit!β He snapped. βYouβre alive great! You did dumb shit and learned your lesson.β He finally looked at you but quickly turned away again. He couldnβt stand the sight of you still pale and weak looking. His reaction took you by surprise. He never blew up at you like that. βAre you really mad at me?β Your voice cracked. Tim shot up from his chair and loomed over you which made you flinch. βListen little girl Iβm not here to baby you. Just because we let you live here doesnβt mean you get special treatment. This ainβt a foster home.β He waved his finger in your face. βYouβre not my daughter.β His words stung but you knew he was just trying to hurt you but why? βDo you know that?β You spat back. βBecause up until now youβve treated me better than anyone else so whatβs your deal?!β He didnβt answer. Instead he turned away because youβve backed him into a corner. βNo, talk to me! You canβt walk away from this now!β You wrap your arms around him so he couldnβt get away, burying your face in his back. βTalk to meβ¦please.β Tim mumbled something under his breath then turned to hug you back. βYou have no idea what I am.β βI donβt care. You guys are my family now. You guys are all Iβve ever had. No matter how you treat me Iβm always gonna be here. You can treat me just as bad as you treat Toby but Iβm always gonna be here and Iβll still love you.β He rubbed your back to try and comfort you. βYou always gotta get what you want donβt you?β You finally pulled your face from his chest and looked up at him with teary eyes. βYou always give me what I want.β You laugh through tears. βYouβre dramatic too.β He shoved you into the recliner then sat next to you, pulling you into his side. βIβm not mad but you are grounded.β You deserved that.
Holy shit Iβm alive????? Posting shit no one asked for per usual. Hope yall are well because Iβm slowly coming back!!! Anyways I hope you enjoyed!! Love, Kami ααα’
I just imagine Tim, Toby, and Brianβs dynamic being like Darrel, Sodapop, and Ponyboyβs from the outsiders but specifically the musical π€·ββοΈ
Tim being Darrel by trying to keep his βfamilyβ afloat but struggling because of his own issues and constantly trying to tame Toby.
Brian being Sodapop because heβs always trying to keep the peace between the other two and be a middle ground without taking sides.
And of course Toby being Ponyboy with his reckless and kid like nature always getting him into trouble because he has his head in the clouds.
Iβve suddenly felt a spark of creativity shoot through my veins as I submit my last assignment of the yearβ¦
Content may be coming
EVERYONE FREEZE DONT TOUCH ME, LOOK AT ME, BREATE IN MY DIRECTION, DONT EVEN THINK OF ME!!!!
I LOVE when people give the MH characters (itβs mostly just Tim and Brian) country accents because theyβre from Alabama so it makes sense.
Gonna throw myself out the window
TWO DAYS IN A ROW
I live another day
Iβm going to throw up
GoodOmensPrime is the type to post the trailer frame by frame and make us put it together.
Which one of them is proposing with this ring?
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