#throws this out

[loyaltiestested]

"Well then."

Boots fall upon the wood of the dock as she walks, her stride confident and sure. Sword runs along the ground, scraping a cut as she then flicks it up and twirls it in her hand. She has it resting on the ground by the point, leaning slightly on it.

"..It seems it must be this dance again then?" She's already smirking slightly, the thrill of the fight, the sea and the heart of it all. Ready for the fight should it happen, or whatever may happen.

[baredteethz]

happy pride month to my zombiefucking mama

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[scummy-writes]

Thinking about tipsy mc with gilbert.

Who demands to go to his 'study' in the dead of night, and he chuckles as he leads you to his research room. You're clumsy, having to rely on him for your standing abilities, and he's quietly thankful for his cane.

Once the doors open, you let out a gasp and slip out of his arms, looking up at the tall windows that make up half of the wall and ceiling, the moonlight basking you in a calming glow.

He thinks you're beautiful. Even when you stumble and fall into his chair, giggling to yourself. No, you're even more beautiful then.

"Did you want to come in here for the view?"

"Oh....! No, no, the...." you wave over to the side, trying to find the words.

"The hammock?"

You nod, exaggerated, but all it does is bring a smile to both of your lips. He makes his way to the chair, holding his arm out for you to grab and pull yourself up on.

"What did my little rabbit want with the hammock?"

"It's so pretty... i want to lay there with you."

"Mmm... we'll both fit, but you'll have to rest partly on me."

You grin, letting out a quiet cheer as he takes you over to it. He sets his cane aside and strips his jacket and cravat, and the two of you awkwardly get into the hammock. It's not without some pain and giggles- you accidentally put your elbow to his stomach, and the both of you laugh as you nearly topple out - but soon you're both snuggled together under his cloak, basking in the glow of the moon.

It's peaceful. Looking at the stars. Taking in account just how big the universe is, how small the two of you are. When he glances back at you, he's reminded just how small his world is. Small enough to hold in his arms.

You tilt your head up, eyes sparkling like the stars.

"What is it?"

"You look so pretty..."

He grins. You're definitely drunk and going to be embarrassed by your words tomorrow, but his reply is a kiss. Lingering, but sweet. Thankful. He's not had a peaceful moment like this before.

"Gil... Can we stay the night here?"

"Of course."

[st4rabandoned]

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫.

are these crocodile tears or real tears ? that’s for you to decide. ❝ i may be a slut — but i still have feelings. we can catch feelings too man. and although like — you know how — ❞ maybe they’re drunk tears ? ❝ — NO ! no fuck ya’ll ! ❞

[gulliesforever]

SOOOOO....

I made a podfic version of @nauseakills amazing ass gift for me on an insane whim.

It's here on AO3!

I don't know why. I just really love the fic SO much and had no idea where to put all that energy. I guess, into silly sound effects and acting (if you can call it that) LOL

Each chapter is around 17-30 minutes (except the epilogue, which is 2 minutes), so you can split it up if you want to listen.

Anywaaaaaays... If you ever want to re-read this fic without using your eyeballs, you can now pretend I'm reading this to you as a wacky bedtime story! :)

[aka-indulgence]

Sleeping in the car

Hey, excuse my AWOL, but would you like a random comfort/fluff drabble?

(Sans/Reader, Papyrus is also there)

You’re going home in a car at night after a scary movie, and the ASMR skeleton brother noises is effectively putting you to sleep.

---

The car jumps a little, running over a speed bump, waking you a little.

“I MEAN, WHY DIDN’T THEY CALL THE POLICE? I MEAN DON’T HOUSES USUALLY HAVE TELEPHONES? THEY HAD TIME TO GET TO IT BEFORE THE KILLER BROKE IN. I MEAN THAT HOUSE PROBABLY HAS 20 LOCKS IN IT!”

“modern problems? most homes don’t have landlines anymore. everyone’s got smart phones.”

“THEY SHOWED ONE IN THE SCENE BEFORE! AND BESIDES, THEY DID HAVE SMART PHONES.”

“it was dead?”

“A CONTRIVED PLOT POINT. I KNOW PHONES CAN BE TROUBLESOME BUT IT SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN DEAD BY THEN. IT’S SO ANNOYING!”

Sans shrugged. “i dunno. i liked it. undyne seems to like it too.”

“SHE DID SEEM ENTHUSED WITH THE ON-SCREEN VIOLENCE…”

“plus, isn’t it nice to see snow wolf make it big on the silver screen? he’s killing it in horror and thriller.”

“YE- ….” You can see Papyrus squinting through the rearview mirror. “IF IT WASN’T FOR OUR DEAR HUMAN, I WOULD’VE STEPPED ON THE BRAKES.”

“No no, you should’ve, it would’ve been funny.”

You were invited to watch a movie with the skeletons and the cute couple, but you’d neglected to ask about the movie. When you found out it was a slasher, you foolishly overestimated your fear tolerance, brushing off the concern from your boyfriend. Especially with Undyne’s explosive encouragement, you really did feel like you wouldn’t be scared of a little fake stabbing.

However… it was more suspenseful than your liking. Your knuckles were practically white, gripping onto Sans’ arm while you watched the killer’s shadow move around in the dark. You hated the jumpscares, they always got to you- it’s probably not even that scary but it felt like your soul was fighting to escape your body every time it happened. The concerned looks you got from Sans and Papyrus was very sweet and let you keep up your ‘it’s ok, I’m totally not phased’ lie, but by the end you were practically death-gripping Sans.

You felt so weak walking out of the theater, giving a shaky thumbs up to Undyne, getting some comfort seeing that Alphys seemed quite shaken as well. As soon as you got to the car, you think the terror had taken up enough energy that you were falling asleep as Papyrus pulled out of the parking lot.

You woke up in the middle of Papyrus’ rant, blanketed under Sans’ jacket with a crick in your neck.

“YOU’VE BEEN AWAKE THIS WHOLE TIME?” Papyrus’ brows shoot up. “OR DID MY VOICE WAKE YOU? I’M SORRY-“

“No no, don’t be.” You yawned. “I’m used to your voice, I just got a little cold,”

Sans puts an arm around your shoulders. “jacket not warm enough? you need a warm hug too?” He gives you his best impression of the pleading face emoji, which looks so ridiculous that it startles a laugh out of you.

“I mean. That sounds nice,” you agreed, snuggling into him a little. He really was warmer. It was even better when he pecked your cheek.

“I’LL TURN DOWN THE AC,” Papyrus says as he does just that. “BETTER?”

“Mmm.”

You’re already feeling your eyelids droop again as you lean your head on Sans’ shoulders.

“movie scared the lights out of you huh? need a non-scary nap?”

“No… no ‘m fine…” you reply, even as you feel your eyelids droop further. “Continue, Papyrus. What did you think about the scene in the pool?”

“OH, I ACTUALLY LIKE THAT ONE. THEY KIND OF SUBVERTED THE TROPE OF ‘IDIOT HORROR CHARACTERS’ WHILE STILL… DOING IT? AS SOON AS HE WENT OUT AND SAW THE BODIES IN THE WATER, THAT ACTUALLY GAVE ME A SENSE OF DREAD! AND THEN IT BECOMES A SLAPSTICK COMEDY AS SOON AS HE SEES THE KILLER.”

“maybe you just have a high tolerance to horror. my darling human here,” Sans patted your arm, “was trying to choke me like how sharp-tooth choked billy in the movie.”

You sat up a little. “Was it that bad? I’m sorry,”

“nah nah, i’m pulling your leg- put your head back,” Sans said with a little urgency pulling you back onto his shoulder. Like how a mom would to their sleepy child.

“OH REALLY? I THOUGHT YOU DID WONDERFULLY, HUMAN. YOU WERE BRAVE TO HAVE ENDURED THAT HORROR SHOW!”

“i thought you said it wasn’t scary.”

“IT WAS SCARY HOW BAD IT WAS! I SURE HOPE SNOW WOLF WOULD GET MORE SOPHISTICATED MOVIES IN THE FUTURE. MAYBE A PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR? THOSE ARE GOOD.”

“I… might need a while before I watch another scary movie.” You laugh tiredly. “I think I’m going to think about the teeth on the… neck…”

You shiver.

“For a while.”

“you’re falling asleep again,” Sans pointed out.

“No… mm…”

Sans’ t-shirt smelled like comfort. So did his jacket. Especially now that you were warmer, you felt… hmm…

“HUMAN, WE’RE NOT GOING TO BE OFFENDED IF YOU’RE SCARED OF SCARY MOVIES OR SLEEPY AT… OH IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.”

“I’ve slept later…!” you object, even as your eyes fall shut.

“yeah, but right now you’re tired, sleepyhead.”

You could only muster a small grumble.

“… don’t worry, i’ll keep you safe from the night terrors.”

You could feel him rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“OH, WE COULD HAVE A LITTLE SLEEPOVER IN THE LIVING ROOM IF THAT’LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?”

…

“they’re smiling, i think that’s a yes.”

[frstwomn]

“I am just asking you ONCE. this ENDS now.” 

OPEN STARTER