If u put ur blood in a water bottle ppl will assume it’s juice and be Jealous
“Oh god I’m a monster” 20 students who r all procrastinating big projects say “same” simultaniousely and with the exact same tone
Everything is a joke so if u say “I subsist on the lifeblood of mankind” someone will go “lol what a mood”
It would take u like 100 years to major in everything
Seen sucking the blood of a fellow classmate and u r instantly the campus Cryptid and Mascot
Listen. If u have an ethical dilemma go find a philosophy major that believes in ethical subjectivism and they’ll make u so angry u forget abt whatever the fuck was bothering u
College is the only acceptable place to get into fistfights over classical literature
Literally all u need to do to avoid suspicion is be the guy that always has gum and a stapler
If u have a majestic mustache ppl will just assume ur an English major
Allergic to crosses? Cool. So r certain stem majors.
"A Monster and a Human walk home from a Drug Deal"
high!classic!sans x adult!reader
warnings: mention of drugs (shrooms), reader doesn't eat anything but Sans does, probably ooc (out of character)
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"hey.. wanna hear a joke? a monster and a human walk home from a drug deal," he trails off. You give him a second before asking why he didn't finish the punchline.
"oh, i thought you knew it. you should've finished it for me." he grumbles out, sliding his boney hands into the jacket pockets. You just shake your head and laugh quietly.
•••
Sans had calmed down a bit from the first half of his adventure considering he barely took any.
Now you're both sitting by your coffee table waiting from the second round of shrooms to take affect.
"y'know.. i don't think eating cheetos in place of a ground mushroom will do anything for ya'" he says titling his head to the side cutely.
"You're being discouraging!" you mumble out, turning your head away from him. "My cheetos are totally working and you're just upset that I didn't offer you any." You let out matter of factly.
"nah. you're just dumb." he says, looking down and playing with his phalanges.
"DUMB?? Oh that's it-" you get up and launch yourself toward him and trap him against the floor, straddling him. "Tough talk for someone in perfect tickling range."
You see his sockets widen in realization before stuttering out apologies and saying that you don't have to do this.
"Oh but I do Sans, you started it and now I have to punish you."
Sliding your hands under his shirt and going straight for the ribcage, you feel him squirm underneath you trying to hold in any laughter and snorts. You keep on wiggling around until you find a spot that makes him curl against you and wheeze very loudly. "HAH! I GOT IT." you scream before messing with him even more, seeing the blue shade of his cheekbones increase by a lot.
A few more seconds of you 'harassing' Sans goes by before he wraps himself around your wrist, pulling them out from his shirt. You decide that he's had enough so you let him off the hook just this once.
You look down and see his arms up by his head in a rather exposing position and a deeper blue tint than before, his skull looking in the opposite direction of your gaze. After a few seconds, the realization hits you.
You're still sitting on him in a straddle while his shirt is lifted up so his spine is visible. His sockets are also slightly blown, the drug slowly reaching his system.
You quickly scramble off and send him apologies but he just stays in the same spot and closes his socket in.. deep thought? You choose not to bother him more than you already have and let him enjoy the shroom.
He feels you looking at his spread legs with his knees in the air and slippers on the floor but he doesn't mind. It's not like he hasn't done the same to you every chance he gets. What can he say, his soul just feels a connection.
tw: hints of obsession, nsfw but not smut, they/them pronouns for everyone
word count: 1k
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Has it been weeks? It's hard to keep track when you're in space and all you can see is darkness.
It didn't take long for all the other crewmates to get used to each other and the time spent together, but it was always a little different with Black. While everyone joined their groups to stick together, they just stood and watched, never speaking. Along with no one hearing their voice, the other members would say that when their group were doing tasks to keep the ship in good shape, Black would just hover. Never doing anything but making sure to take quick glances at your friends.
No one really mentioned the creepy behavior --just chalking it up to them being shy and doing their tasks after every person leaves but never once had a crewmate actually seen them.
After days of being with your group, you're finally left alone in MedBay to be able to do your scan. You step on the platform and hear a creak beside you near the vent. You turn to look but the sound of the alarm drowns it out.
Turning off the machine and hopping down, you start walking to the door and leave for the meet up spot.
•••
You stand in the circle with your helmet-less crewmates and wait for someone to speak up but it's a while before that even happens.
The Cafeteria echos as one of the colors starts expressing their doubts for another but you zone out. Soon your eyes make their way to the loner of the group. Black. They sure are.. observant.
Black is the only one who continues to have their mask on, as well as never talking. They just continue looking at you, unmoving.
You'd think that after being caught they would look away but nope, they are very persistent.
You stop your staring contest and try and figure out what's going on. Hearing something about a color messing up their task but you still feel Black gazing at you.
Considering they have a mask, you couldn't tell but you definitely felt it.
You've come to realize that Black isn't shy or willing to back down apparently.
Ever since then, nothing too eventful has happened unless you count a decapitated body something worth looking at. You recognized the person immediately when you found them considering they were in your group and always the closest one to you, practically following you everywhere you went.
Of course, a few people wanted to blame Black for the death but there was zero proof so no one was punished.
•••
It's been a few days since the incident and everyone has calmed down a bit. You don't blame anyone for the accusations thrown around and even at you since you technically were the closest to them. Things happen and the hysteria of someone being dead is definitely a pretty understandable reason for being on edge and upset. Doesn't mean it's okay, but we can excuse it.
•••
Once again, you somehow manage to be somewhat alone, though, you didn't expect Black to be the one in your company considering they were still the number one suspect of your ex-friend's death. As well as the fact that they don't stick in an area very long.
It's a little weird having someone be your shadow when you don't even know what they look like but hey, they aren't being a bother so it's not a big deal right?
A few more tasked-filled-rooms go by: Storage, Admin, the Upper Engine, and lastly Electrical.
You wave to others as you're walking but they only give you worried and questioning responses as they see Black watching over you like a protector.
You're piecing together the two triangle labeled wires when the doors slide shut. It wasn't loud but the force of it threw you off.
You look to Black for a response but see Black walk over to you instead as they pin your arms against the wall above your head, trapping you in place. You hear the staticky breath coming from their suit as you see a long, pinkish-reddish tongue make its way out from underneath their helmet toward your face.
It hesitates before sliding against your neck as they make a soft purring noise. It was warm and saliva filled as it moved across to the pulse against your skin.
You squirm trying to (not so) calmly get away without startling them but they press the glove of their suit against your neck to hold you in place. You eventually comply realizing that there's nothing to do that doesn't require you to physically harm them.
They notice your heartbeat slowing and lean down to press the side of their helmet underneath your collarbone, retracting their previously prying appendage. At first, it's a little weird but you soon realize they just like the sound of your torso thumping. You wonder how they could even hear it through the suit but you guess they must have very well hearing.
You jump and hear the.. creature growl against your skin as the doors open. They quickly wrap their covered arms around your waist, trying to keep you in the same position. You pat their head sensing the panic in their actions and assure them that everything is okay and that if they wanted to, they could follow you to the others to see what's going on.
Instead of giving you a verbal reply like you had hoped for, they just turned their 'head' in your direction and let their arms untie themselves from your body and step back, trusting you to lead the way.
•••
Black was staring again but this time it didn't bother you. Their normal spot against the glass was moved to right by your side and it wasn't unknown to every crewmate that something must have happened between you two since no one had ever gotten even a side look of acknowledgment from Black.
The conversation drifted from the closed doors which hadn't happened since the last death to the peoples home lives back on earth.
You're suddenly lifted up from the back of your suit neck and your helmet gets taken off and dropped on the floor by Black, catching everyone off guard. The room is filled with silence as Black walks off with you, still dangling from their freakishly strong arms and observing your facial expressions.
The rest see you pout and hear you mumble something about at least picking up your helmet for you but your voice fades out through the corridor as your mask is left in the same place as before.
There is a writer, I love every work she has written so far and I comment or leave kudos every chapter/work that she had published. Is that too much? I'm feeling like a stalker.
Odds are you are now that author’s favourite reader and they have you specifically in mind when they write because they’re looking forward to your reaction to it :D
Something I’ve found being the commenter in this situation… They worry when you stop too. I’ve more than once been confronted with the fact I am Known and Acknowledged when an author’s been like ‘Oh thank goodness, you didn’t comment last chapter I thought you were sick of it’. I’ve also had authors hyped to hear from me if I’ve returned to a fandom after disappearing for a while. I’ve had one ask if I was ok because I disappeared for a while.
They know you and they love you.
Can confirm my wife has a favorite commenter, when they leave a new comment on something she’s written I get ‘BABE BABE BABE COME HEAR I GOT A COMMMENT FROM X’ and I hustle to hear her read it out loud to me, her eyes shining the whole time, her whole body vibrating with joy, blushing her head off and smiling from ear to ear. She reads them and rereads them and I can always tell by the look on her face. Every comment from a favorite commenter is a love letter and listen friends you are loved in return.
She speculates about what Favorite Commenter will think of things in the new chapter, if they’ll guess new twists coming up in the plot, if they’ll like how she works in a new character or a rarepair in the b plot of the story. She talks about her hopes that Favorite Commenter will enjoy a new story she’s working on. She says things like ‘Favorite Commenter was said something about Y and it’s not actually where I’m going, but it’s given me a new idea…’ Every comment from a favorite commenter is an inspiration, and they are writing for you.
And honestly, from my experience, having a favorite commenter can keep you writing even when you don’t have the emotional wherewithal to write for yourself. A lot of people advise authors to write for themselves and to heck with anyone else, but there are times you can’t. For years, I didn’t write for myself–I wrote for my favorite commenter. It meant that was the only person who saw a lot of my writing. But it also meant that I didn’t stop.
Don’t ever hesitate to tell someone how much you love their writing or why.
you walk to school with the bag of chocolates in your hand that you made the night before. you hurry and drop the gift off on your classmates desk while walking to the bathroom, not wanting to be the only one in there and deciding to go back a few minutes before the bell rings.
you get back right on time and eventually start fidgeting in your seat as you look over to the one desk with chocolates on it but no person sitting there.
it’s been 2 minutes since the bell rung but suddenly someone bursts into the classroom, panting loudly.
ah, there Tanaka was, late and coming back at perfect timing like always.
you smile softly and suppress your giggle as he bows to the teacher, apologizing and getting brushed off. he looks out of breath as he sits down at his desk, rushing to take out his supplies to get ready for class --not being quiet about it either. after a while of him messing with his stuff, from the corner of you eye you see him pause while grabbing your gift with a blank look on his face.
out of nowhere, he just erupts into a wide grin in realization of what was left on his desk. you smile and look away before he can turn to see your head looking in his direction.
for a while, he left it on the edge of the desk by his notebook practically showing it off but soon moved it to sit on his lap with him while he writes down what’s on the board and is paying attention more than you’ve ever seen him do before.
•••
throughout the day, you would see him in the hallway shouting (once even swinging his jacket around but no one seems to pay him any negative attention) and laughing loudly, always able to make his friends happy.
he stopped mid-walk and started turning around to run away.
“GUYS I GOTTA GO- I FORGOT I HAD PRACTICE TODAY BUT I’LL CATCH UP WITH YOU ALL TOMORROW!” ultimately leaving them behind to run straight for the gym.
you usually watch their volleyball activities after school so you didn’t feel out of place at all and no one questions your presence.
Tanaka came late and got scolded by Ukai but that was the only thing that happened before you look up from your phone minutes later, caught off guard by the loud gasp from Nishinoya and hearing the others loud words of rubbing it in his face that he got chocolate.
Nishinoya tries grabbing it put misses it as it's pulled away from him.
"GIMME IT, I WANNA READ WHAT THE NOTE SAYS. DOES IT HAVE A NAME?"
Ryuunosuke sudenly stops and thinks for a second.
"..I, didn't really think to check, uh."
Nishinoya just stands there in shock before yelling at him about not trying to figure out who gave it to him in the first place.
you look over to the other team members wondering why no one's broken them up yet but they're all doing stretches and supposedly decided to give the boys a break considering the 'holiday'.
you turn your gaze back to the two boys and see both their eyebrows scrunched up. then it dawns on you.
you let out a soft "shit.."
you can't believe you forgot to sign your own letter with chocolates attached
you had wanted to give Tanaka a present for a while after seeing how he seems so down about not having too many admirers. you thought Valentines Day would be a perfect excuse to give him something and to show that you appreciate him even if others don't.
"It's okay, maybe next year." you smile softly and walk out of the gym to go home while hearing them try to "decode the handwriting" and most likely failing horribly.
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so i had planned on making a valentine fic when valentines day was like, actually here but i had no inspiration so now im posting this in May after it being in my drafts For Forever (deh..)
your two cats look completely normal minus the red eyes they somehow both share but they truly are white furred gremlins
the more lanky one Edge, has a scratch mark above his eye most likely from a fight with another animal (or presumably his brother)
he carries himself very highly in the household
he thinks he should eat first and is always the fastest to get to the toys
Red though, he seems more timid around the other cat but he likes to push his boundaries a bit
literally annoying the shit outta you just because he knows he can
hes not interested in toys so he gets his entertainment by messing with you
"No. ..Don't you do it."
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Fell makes direct eye contact with you as his paw pushes your mug off the living room table.
"DAMMIT RED-"
after that, his overweight body happily trots away while watching you clean up his mess
one thing you noticed is that hes either very fast or suspiciously stealthy
if you walk to the bathroom, you can clearly see him in the corner by the hallway but when you close the door, hes sitting right there by the tub
cats are lookers but hes a little too observant for comfort
you just pick him up and stick him back outside while he meows lowly in protest
surprisingly, theyre both very possessive when it comes to cuddling
it took them a while to actually find a area that they liked but they settled on just choosing separate spots
it usually just ends up with Edge laying his body on your neck with his cheek touching yours while Red curls up on your chest or against your waist --whichever he chooses for that night or nap time
Red does not get swayed very often by food
want him to exercise so you offer him treats? he just walks off with a bored demeanor leaving you sighing to yourself
Edge though, he’ll only put in a limited amount of effort but he loves the praise so 9 times out of 10 he’ll do what you ask of him
thats normally the only time that Red will actually ever do anything
very rarely, he competes with his brother but only puts in half the effort
theyre both really in to physical affection but sometimes they have their moments
Edge prefers scratches under his chin and on his neck while Red likes them on his stomach
if you try and pet one of them while the other is around, one of two things will happen: theyll either both want affection or the ‘victim of touch’ will hiss at you and come back later when youre both alone
in conclusion, they like it but theyre shy about accepting it
if you prefer a warm living space, thatll definitely be an issue
theyre fine with a normal temperature but honestly enjoy the cold a lot better so if you do too, it just kinda works out
they have thick fur so they can barely notice it but they still enjoy the breeze and being able to snuggle with you without getting overheated
if youre hanging out on the couch watching a movie and they join you, please, for your sake dont even try putting them under the covers
they will claw the crap out of the blanket
they like sitting on the top of it or in your lap but they need to be the one making the first move so just give them patience
if theyre in a fight, just leave them be. theyll get over it and its not worth getting yourself scratched or damaged
no matter what, neither of them will purposefully hurt you or use their claws against you but you should still be careful despite that
back to the toy thing, one guaranteed thing is that Edge will always go after the little red dot
Red sits on the kitchen counter watching him in interest but will never openly participate
theyre both odd though because even if you never open any doors or windows, theyll still somehow find a way to bring you little presents
its always a pattern too
Edge will bring you broken rocks and/or ripped ribbons while Red will bring you anything that is shiny (or glowing)
you have two shoeboxes by their shared cat tree filled with the things theyve brought you overtime (which theyre very prideful about. theyll sometimes just sit on the top of it and act like a ruler on a throne)
one thing that is very very different about the two felines though is how they react to being photographed
it almost seems like Edge enjoys it?? you cant tell if its just you or if hes actually posing for a photo
Red on the other hand, any time you even lift up the phone hes turning away or doing something dumb
you think hes finally asleep and looking adorable as ever with his tummy exposed? yeah, well he isnt
the moment you grab your phone to flick on the camera hes already opening his eyes to stretch and getting ready to jump on your phone
lets just say theres many photos of a blurry cat face right up in the lens
he also likes mooning you??
whenever you think you have a good angle he just decides to turn around and present his back side to you
he flicks his tail in amusement as he hears you groan out loud in frustration
lots of your time is just spent watching the two of them growl at each other or cleaning up Reds messes
dont even get me started on his litter box situation
they have different boxes for a reason
while Edge is usually collected about that sort of thing, Red could care less
he usually just uses the top of it without even making a hole and if he does do it on one occasion, he’ll purposefully throw litter all over the ground
youre so used to it that you just keep the broom right next to it for preparation
needless to say, it sure is interesting sharing a life with the two of them, even if their eating habits are definitely not what you would expect (slightly gags at the idea of mustard covered cat food)
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i forgot to say this so im editing it later, but credit to the actual creator of the UnderFell AU