For my prompt I want you to do YOU. Make some crazy super self indulgent fic JUST FOR YOU. Smother yourself in some bone boys even MORE than the fics you've made already in a saucy ooc one-shot. Who is your favorite bone daddy? Treat yo self, sugar ♡
this prompt is just. it’s been sitting in my inbox for a while and it’s been TORTURE not being able to get to it. i have never laughed so hard in my life. thank you, ‘nonny. i’m glad you gave me a chance to be completely selfish and make a fic based on what i like.
So. Maybe trying to find the cute flower you saw growing in the midst of the
Snowdin forest wasn’t a good idea. You thought it would’ve been a nice thing to
show Sans. Maybe to appeal to his better nature. As edgy and cool as he acted,
there was a soft and squishy side to him, you just knew it. And you’d really
hoped that you could come up with some impromptu speech about humans to win him over while staring at it blossoming despite the cold and
harsh conditions of its environment.
plan backfired, because some jerk had uprooted it just for fun. What the hell
was wrong with this place?
punishment for dragging him out in the middle of nowhere, Sans now refused to
tell you which way home was. You expected nothing less. This was the guy that
once bought out the entire store’s stock of monster candy just so you wouldn’t
get any because you accidentally washed out his favorite red shirt. He wasn’t
really known for being forgiving.
You were going to make him eat those words. You’d get home, leave him hanging,
and refuse to go on another (not!) date with him for a full week if he didn’t
shape up and apologize for his childishness.
that hypocritical? Probably.)
stood at the base of the nearest tree and ran your hand along the bark. This
one felt…different? Oh, who were you kidding! You had NO CLUE where to go from here!
Everything looked the same! Dead and gray!
to make a witty retort when you realized that your companion was blatantly
giving you a once-over.
whipped your head back around and tried to stifle your blush. Was Sans…interested in you? You were, but this wasn’t
your lip and steeled yourself. Stopped in your tracks. His crunching footsteps
along the snow came to a sudden halt.
“Can you stop ogling me for five seconds so we can get home
before I freeze to death? I don’t know where I’m going!”
He grinned. “might be fun. why’re you in such a hurry,
anyway? we got lots of time…alone….”
OH GOD. ABORT, ABORT!!! You were going to overheat at this
rate! He couldn’t see how flustered you were, or he would never let you live it
Play it off. Make him think that you were as cool as a
cucumber. “Ew. Absolutely not.” NICE. You could FEEL the stab to his heart as
he grunted in response to your clipped tone. “Just tell me which turn we take.”
Sans crossed his arms and glanced over to the side. “might
know, for the right price.”
This wasn’t…happening, was it? Really? Was this…flirting???
You didn’t know what to say at this point. The Sans you knew had never been…forward, and never this blatant. What had gotten into him?
As much as you…thought that maybe there was a little part of
you that wanted this…you decided to deflect instead. Because. It was just.
Easier that way.
“You know what? I think I’ll just take the cold and lonesome
death route after all. I might just end up resetting.”
That hadn’t happened yet. It probably wouldn’t ever come to
that, if you were being serious. In this place, the monster’s magic had no
effect on you. Only healing magic – something that was incredibly rare and
looked down upon – seemed to change your physical form and get rid of your
injuries. Every other kind of magic, from blue to orange, was all ineffective.
“and if you don’t, we can meet over and over again ‘til you
You spluttered. “Y-You’re such a jerk.”
“that what you’re into?”
You broke away from the conversation and went back to
tromping through the snow. You were glad that you were bundled up for the
weather, but now your fierce flush was making you way too hot to keep your
scarf nestled along the curve of your neck. He was. He was evil. He was
doing this just because he’d somehow figured out that you had A Thing for him.
Maybe he thought he could use it to his advantage.
“HOW did this even happen honestly. You hated me before. I
think I liked it better when you tried to kill me.”
Sans let out a long laugh behind you, the rumbling timbre of
it sending your stomach in knots. “if ya really miss it, we can do both. make a
break for the woods n’ hide. and if i catch you…you’re gonna have a bad time.”
“Are you serious???”
You turned around to gape at him. He had a hand up. Index
finger shot up. Then his middle. “one…two…”
“You are serious!”
You did exactly what you said you weren’t going to do: you
Sans kept counting. The wind settled down earlier as soon as the
synthetic sunlight dipped below the horizon to blanket the woods in comforting
darkness. It was easy to detect everything this late at night. Movement. Sound. Your senses were
hyperaware as you tore through the rows and rows of trees, knowing full well
that the falling snow would help in covering your tracks. Where could you even
hide? There was nowhere to go? And why were you entertaining this little game
Wait. A game.
That…was all this was.
Oh. This was just really convenient timing, wasn’t it?! The
DAY that you slipped up and mentioned to Alphys how you didn’t think Sans was
all that bad, suddenly he started hitting on you? Ooooh, you almost FELL for
it, too! You were going to kill the both of them. They probably laughed about
it for hours in her lab and concocted this huge plan to humiliate you. Make you
feel like you were actually…that he would want to…
You slowed down just enough to take a real hard look at what
you were doing. Why? Why did you let them do this to you? Your chest ached
painfully as you felt frustrated tears climbing their way up from the lump in
your throat to your puffing eyes. You knew that you were soft, but you thought
you’d gotten past all of the underhandedness since you’d gotten to know them.
“heh heh heh. you give up?” Crunch. Crunch. Pause. “can’t say
i’m surprised. must be freezin’ out here. but i’ve got an idea on how to warm
You had your back to him, hands clenched into fists. “Please
tell me how to get home.”
“nah, you lost. think this means i collect on your uh,
outstanding balance.” He took a few steps forward. “never really did see the
appeal of betting. never had somethin’ i wanted. think i understand now.”
You whipped around and your lower lip trembled. “Take me
You watched the disappointment flit across his face. The crack
on his skull seemed to widen as his pupils constricted just the slightest. But
he eventually managed to get himself back to normal. Hands shoved in his
pockets. A pained and twisted grin on his face.
“heh, alright, alright. don’t get your panties in a bunch.
let’s get goin’.”
You trailed behind him, crossing your arms to block out the
chill of the weather and the cold realization from earlier that settled on your
shoulders. Sans didn’t say a word the entire trip back into town. Which was
strange, considering whenever you two were together all he ever wanted to do
was bitch and moan about something.
The both of you came to a crossroads. Your place was to the
right, his to the left. You wanted to say something. To tell him that what he
did tonight wasn’t funny. To say that what you disclosed to Alphys was private
and that he shouldn’t have used it against you.
Sans never gave you a chance. He took off straight for his
place, leaving you lingering at the lamppost with your hand resting on your
For the rest of the week, he actively avoided you. The nerve!
He was the one in the wrong, and he was taking it out on you?! You went along
with your business, pretending not to notice, but fully aware of the laughing
whispers of the town as they ruminated on your guys’ lack of contact. He was
almost always with you if he wasn’t working, and a lot of people made it a
running joke that he was like your shadow.
Not having him around was…different.
After running some errands around town, including picking up
some essentials for the brother’s household (whenever you two were on speaking
terms again), you decided that maybe you would take a quick lunch break at
The atmosphere was tense as soon as you walked in the room. Some
accusing murmurs from the crowd. What was going on? You tried your best to
ignore their hard stares before settling in on a half-booth near the very back
of the bar. It was your usual spot because it was far removed from the rest of
the patrons. You didn’t want to bother them while they ate and drank.
Was that…yeah, someone was fighting again. Big surprise.
You nursed your drink. Grillby had messed it up on purpose,
but you never had the balls to send it back and encourage him to mess with you
even more. If it kept him far away from you, that worked. You were not
willing to risk his wrath because of an issue with customer service.
You glanced up and nearly choked on your mouthful. The
monster was someone you’d only seen a few times in town, but they had never
been as cruel to you as the others had. In fact, they were probably the most
level-headed of the people you’d met so far.
“Can I sit here?”
You weren’t sure what to say. They waited for your answer
before you nodded slowly.
“Noticed Sans isn’t here.”
“You guys…on a break?”
Your stomach tightened. So other people noticed that you guys
were on the “off” side of friendship again. “Something like that.”
You introduced yourself and they did the same, wondering
where they were going with this.
Ordered you a drink. Put another plate of fries in front of
you to scarf down. Started a conversation about where they grew up.
What the hell was going on? This was almost…normal. When you
ended up down here, you never thought that you would be able to maintain a
conversation that didn’t involve gross and cruel jokes. But the monster didn’t
seem too interested in any of that.
“…and it was pink.”
“No way! You saw it too, then!” You couldn’t believe it. The
flower that you’d been searching for just days before seemed like a
hallucination the way that others reacted to your description. “I’m so glad, I
thought I was going crazy.”
“This the one?”
The monster set it on the table. Oh! The flower! It was still
alive! Sustained by their magic, a bubble of water surrounding its stem while
it seemed to fluff up at the sight of you. You reached over tentatively and let
your fingers rest against the petals. The softness was unlike anything you’d
seen Underground, and a sensation you really missed. Flowers were few and far
in-between here, save for the blue ones in Waterfall that could say some really
nasty things if you stuck around long enough.
“Oh, wow. So you were the one that found it.”
“Saw you out there the other day. You seemed to like it.”
“Then you can have it.”
“Really?” You brought it close to your chest, the magic never
dissipating despite the fact that you reached down to touch it. “I…don’t know
what to say. This is. Wow.”
You were in a much better mood than when you walked in. You
could scarcely notice the way that monsters reacted to the two of you leaving
together. You insisted on paying your own bill after they’d offered to do it
themselves and they were totally cool with that. Sans never paid for his own
meals, he always split so you could deal with the aftermath and empty out your
They held the door open for you and you stood on the side of
Grillby’s. Chatting about everything and nothing, the flower still clutched
tight to your chest as you laughed and joked with them. They were really funny.
You hadn’t even noticed that your face was dusted with the same color as the
petals until you caught sight of yourself in a nearby shop mirror.
“what the hell’re you going on about? nothin’s changed, we’re
Oh. That was Sans. You could tell by his accent. You wanted
to peer around the corner at him, but decided against it. And as hard as you
tried to ignore him, you could still catch bits and pieces of his conversation.
“heh, oh yeah? izzat right? says who?”
The monster you were with asked you if you wanted them to
walk you home. You said yes.
What you didn’t expect, however, was them to take your hand
and lead you right in the line of sight of the person you’d been dreading to
“Ahahahaha! Look behind you, IDIOT!”
Sans lifted his head and turned to glance in the direction of their pointed finger.
You locked eyes.
It was…an experience. Watching something in him shift. He
went from annoyed to looking…nearly heartbroken. It was soon replaced with
outright fury, the magic in his left eye flaring as he broke away from his
conversation and approached you. You’d never seen him this heated before, at
least not in a long while, and it was even scarier that it was directed at you.
“heh, am i missin’ somethin’?” He raked his eyes over the
flower, to your joined hands, to the placid expression on the monster’s face.
The lack of reaction seemed to piss him off even more. “what’re you think yer
doin’ there, pal?”
“Taking her home.”
“takin’ her…ah, heh. my mistake. takin’ her home. no biggie.
welp. lemme get outta your way, then!” He stepped to the side and baited the
both of you to continue forward. “no? don’t wanna go past little ol’ me? wonder
why that is. wonder why yer lookin’ so nervous there, friendo.”
“Um, Sans?” You could see a crowd coming together. People
from inside Grillby’s had their faces pressed up against the glass, some of
them hooting and cackling with laughter.
He was losing his cool. This did not look good.
“think yer real smart, huh. think yer real slick. comin’
in…when what? i’ve been away for just a few days? like a damn scavenger, huh.”
You could feel his magic building up. The smell of ozone in
the air. Oh, god. This couldn’t get any worse.
“She’s with me, now.”
Sans’ eyesockets went black.
It got worse.
You were expecting him to explode. To throw back the monster
with bones and pin him to the wall until the life was crushed out of his body.
You knew that Sans wasn’t innocent. You knew he had killed other monsters in
the past. But actually seeing it might’ve been…too much. And to think that he
had changed, and then watching him lose control…
He took a step forward. Outstretched his hand.
You broke away from the other monster almost immediately. The
loss of warmth from their hand a welcome relief. You hadn’t noticed how bad
your palms were sweating until they had a chance to breathe in the sharp air.
Sans waited until you were at his side before shooting him a
feral grin. “nice try. better luck next time, chump.”
The tense atmosphere faded the further you got from the
storefront. You clutched onto the flower so as not to lose it, still trying to
wrap your head around what just happened. Why had Sans lashed out like that to
the monster? Were they actually enemies? Did they have a past?
You stood in an alleyway near his house. He took one look at
the flower, snatched it, and immediately threw it on the ground to crush it
underneath his shoes.
“SANS, STOP!!!” you screeched. You dropped down to shield it
from his blows, but he was ruthless. Merciless. “PLEASE!”
His foot lingered in the air. Flower residue along the
grooves of his shoes. You huddled the remnants in your hands and tried to piece
it back together.
“This was…the flower I was trying to show you…”
He paused for a moment. Then put a hand on his face and
dragged it down along his scrunched features.
“shit. i didn’t…”
“Forget it.” You stood up and brushed the dirt off your
knees, heart aching from the cruel display. “I shouldn’t have bothered. You
never would’ve appreciated it anyway.”
“I was just trying to share something with you. And someone
was nice enough to give it to me. I was going to help it grow. I told you all
it needed was a little TLC!”
His mouth opened. Closed. “w-well you shouldn’t have taken it
from that ASSHOLE. s'yer fault. if you woulda just…”
“YOU’RE the asshole! You just interrupted us without even
thinking about how I felt!”
“heh…” He stepped backwards, sweating profusely.
“interrupted, huh? inter…interrupted?”
He glanced to the left. The right. Anywhere but you.
Clutching at his chest. Fingers twisting in his jacket. His scowl strained.
Eyesockets lopsided. He hunched over and slowly removed himself from you.
Reaching the end of the alley, his magic dissipating and faint. He trudged away
without waiting for your response, his steps slow and lumbering as he struggled
not to topple over.
You glanced down at the trampled flower, back to where you’d
last seen his retreating form, and turned heel to run away.
Papyrus came by your house an hour later.
He didn’t even bother knocking. You were on the couch,
reading a very old magazine, when he burst through the door searching for you.
You knew he couldn’t hurt you, but he was still incredibly intimidating in his
Royal Guard uniform.
“Papyrus, what’s going on?”
He stared at you and crossed the threshold. “I WOULD ASK YOU
THE SAME QUESTION. EXPLAIN HOW YOU MANAGED TO INJURE MY BROTHER.”
What the hell? You didn’t do anything of the sort! “Why? What
did he say?”
Papyrus scowled at you. “HE DID NOT HAVE TO. HIS HP WAS
NEARLY GONE. I DO NOT KNOW HOW YOU MANAGED TO SPARE HIM FROM YOUR ATTACK, BUT
HE IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE USELESS NOW.”
That sent a surge of panic in you. He was out there.
Somewhere. In pain. And you weren’t sure how this involved you, but this wasn’t
how you wanted the day to end. Sans on the verge of becoming dust was the last
thing you wanted.
You jumped up from your spot and rushed to grab your jacket.
“Where is he?”
You’d never been in his room before. It was kind of a
mystery. But the door was unlocked, and you knew he was inside. You rapped on
the door lightly, just enough where you were sure he hadn’t heard it, and let
Sans was on his bed, not looking too hot. He could barely
keep his signature scowl on as it threatened to fade away. He kept clawing at
his chest the entire time, as if he was being stabbed there. You weren’t sure
what to think of it.
“Sans. What the hell is going on?”
He froze. “get out.”
Not going to happen. You pressed on. “Papyrus said you were
one breath away from death.”
Why was he doing this? Even this weak and injured, he refused
to clue you in on things. “He said it was my fault.”
No, it wasn’t! You wanted to scream! But you had to get to
the bottom of this. And there was no way you could do that by questioning his
accusations. “But why?”
A long pause. Enough that you thought maybe he’d…flatlined,
or dustlined, or whatever it was that monsters used when they were talking
about this stuff. But he shifted just a bit. To let you know that he was still
alive. That he was just chewing on his words because of his stupid fucking
“you betrayed me.”
Betrayed?! That was a ridiculously strong word! And for what?
Because you went to Grillby’s with another monster? “What? How?”
“everything finally felt right.”
Was he actually…trembling?
“everythin’ down here is a fuckin’ mess. only good thing is
you. you’re all i got. n’ you wish i was someone else.”
This. Wasn’t happening. Was this real?
“no. don’t wanna compete any more. ain’t a fair fight.”
You swallowed hard. “Listen to me. I don’t…I don’t know if
I…I’m sorry. At the time, I wanted to hurt you because you’d hurt me. But you
didn’t deserve it. When it comes down to it, you’re the only one here I
trust. I care about you and I don’t want
to do something like this again.”
You couldn’t imagine life without him.
“Sans. I’m being serious.”
You couldn’t handle him turning to dust.
“The type of monster you are…matters to me, because I…”
You couldn’t hold back how you really felt.
“I love you.”
There. You said it.
Love for these monsters meant nothing. They favored power and
strength. Not anything as mushy and easily manipulated as…feelings. You knew
you’d taken a chance, but you had to. Anything to bring him back from this
strange shift in his health. You didn’t want him to give up or think you didn’t
care about him, because you did. So much.
Sans stared at the ceiling for a long while. Then, turned to
you, and smirked.
“you just made the biggest mistake of your life, doll.”
He lifted himself up from the bed. Still shaky, still off
balance. You headed over to steady him, only to have him grab your hand and
force your wrist up to his face. Pushing your palm against his cheekbone,
leaning into your touch and his canines glinting.
“yer never gonna get ridda me now.”
Sans stayed true to his word. He was fucking enamored. If you thought he was a little
clingy before, it had multiplied by a tenfold. Hovering around. Always there
when you looked over your shoulder. Winking your way and licking his canines
when you were in public, flustering you on purpose so he could cackle about it
all the way home.
The weirdest part was…you weren’t bothered by it in the
slightest. It was a little much at first, sure, but you…liked the attention. It
was good to be on the same page. To know that after all this time, your
feelings weren’t exactly unrequited. That he’d actually been pining over you
the way that you’d been, too.
And you were never
going to let him live it down that he was jealous
of someone else.
“think it’s real funny?”
“Y-yes!” You laughed, pushing his wandering hands away. “You
thought I was going to run away with another monster and went ballistic!”
“don’t test me, doll. i know what makes ya tick.”
“Is that so?”
“yep.” He bent down and ran his tongue along the expanse of
your neck, sending your body arching into his. “like that.”
“didja just stutter? already? ain’t even…started…”
You swallowed as he bit down on the junction of your neck and
shoulder. The pain blossomed just enough that your nerves sparked to life, his
hand trailing down to rub at your crotch. You were already slick at his touch,
soaking through your panties, staining his fingers as he prodded through the
“Mm, Sans.” You shuddered.
He rubbed faster, setting the pace, still over your clothes
so he could torture you. “wanted this for so long. i’m gonna enjoy it.”
You were going to come already. He hadn’t even gotten to your
clit yet. But the more he dragged his hand along, cupping your sex and grinding
the heel of his palm against you, the closer you got. You wrapped your arms
around him as he lapped at the teethmarks embedded in your skin, squeezing your
eyes shut as he grunted and thrust into the mattress.
“you’ll never wanna leave.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god! This was it! You bucked into his hand
and he immediately drew it back, hovering over you with blood staining his
He grabbed either side of your panties and tore them down
over your knees and around your ankles. Spreading you far apart, making you
scoot backwards so you could draw your legs up. His fingers dug into the soft
skin of your inner thighs and his tongue materialized from between his jaws,
the ghostlike appendage dripping with crimson saliva.
He thrust it in you and you screamed.
His rhythm was ruthless. He didn’t leave any-fucking-thing
untouched. Slurping noisily so you could hear nothing but his grunts of
pleasure in the room. He pinned you to the mattress and went in as far as he
could, lapping up every dribble that threatened to rush past his open jaw. He
sucked hard enough that you saw stars, rolling the tip of his tongue along your
clit, flicking it once in a while and tearing a moan from your throat.
“you’ll be MY human now,” he said, pulling back enough so he
could continue his dirty talk. A long, thin trail of saliva connecting his
mouth to your lower half, lapping it up and rubbing the remaining juices on the
back of his hand.
His fingers snaked their way back. Dipping into you without
any resistance, scissoring you open so he could stretch you out. Testing the
waters, curling them inward, pressing hard against your walls and starting a
“and i’ll be your sans…”
Three. You knew what he was doing. You whimpered and craned
your neck to see what he was doing to prepare, but he hovered over you and
planted a hot kiss on your mouth. Sloppy. Wet. You could taste yourself. You
pulled back when you needed air and coughed from the lack of oxygen, cheeks
becoming rosy with color as Sans pinned you underneath him. One arm positioned
near your head, the other still inside of you.
“now just relax, babe. i’m gonna take care of you.”
You sucked in a breath as he yanked his hand out of you.
Reached down for his shorts and grabbed his cock out of them, the thick member
already dripping with anticipation. Thin ropes of precum sliding down the
smooth texture of it, its color a hard red and makeshift veins materializing
along its otherwise smooth surface. It was perfect. It was sure to give you
that good time he’d been promising all those nights ago when he brought this
He grabbed your hand and made you wrap around it for a few
experimental pumps. Laughing weakly at your pace, your thumb rubbing over the
tip and coating him fully in his own precum. He increased the speed of your
touch and tossed his head back, thrusting into your curled fist and his cock
swelling up until it was ready to burst.
He shoved your hand away and held himself, heavy
against his palm, before pressing the tip against your entrance. Swirling it
around, testing the waters, dipping the head in and pulling it back out
He thrust in.
Tight fit. Oh. A goooood fit. J-just enough that you. You
could bear down…a-and feel your clit rub against the base of his cock. You drew
him in close and he immediately went for your mouth, silencing your screams
while he pounded you into the headboard. He fucked you. Ruthlessly. His pace
hard and fast, tearing you apart from the inside out. You sobbed his name and
he laughed, his weight crushing you. He was so big and thick and oh god, oh
god, oh god. He wasn’t going to let go. This was real, he didn’t want anybody
but you, and he was going to make his mark so no one would ever think twice
about you ever again.
He lifted himself up from your lips and grinned, doing his
best to toss your legs as far as they would go, positioning them on his
shoulders. The new angle was enough for you to reach your peak, tremors
wracking through your body and his name leaving your lips in a strangled sob.
He roared with laughter when watching you come undone, manic, short thrusts,
your skin slapping against his bones while he continued to pound you into the
You were so sensitive. You couldn’t stand it. You came from
hitting your clit against his pubic symphysis. Your entire body went lax and
you bit your lower lip as you rode out the rest of your orgasm, caging him
between your legs by locking your knees.
Sans drew you in close. “gonna come in ya, doll. gonna fill
ya up. gonna make sure it’s all oozin’ outta ya when i’m done.”
“Yes!” you cried.
He grunted, drew back, laughed wearily, and thrust back in to
Oh. There was. So. Much.
How did he even make this much come? It just kept going.
Pooling in the pit of your belly and spurting out of him in hot strands, all if
it roping deep inside and filling you to the brim. He refused to budge and you
could feel it slip around his cock and drip outside of you. All over the
bedsheets, thick iridescent strands dripping down from your conjoined hips.
He lingered there for a moment. Refusing to move. Just riding
out his orgasm as his face twisted in relief. He’d been holding it in for ages
and it was taking an agonizingly slow time for him to finish. When did it end?
You curled into him and wiggled your hips, Sans catching the hint just long enough
for him to draw back.
And then go back in.
“don’t wanna leave just yet. just got here.” He snickered. “yer
real warm. real tight. might have to stay a while.”
“I-if you do that, I’ll probably want to come again.”
“that’s a problem? heh. i’ll even help ya.” He pulled out and
pressed the full weight of his cock between your lips, sliding hard enough that
you moaned. He squeezed your thighs together and started a new pace, humping
against you and letting your combined juices coat all the way down his pelvis.
“again. got one more. heh heh. you’ll like this one.”
With the added friction and the afterglow of your first
orgasm, the second wasn’t hard to reach at all. Sans followed close behind, but
held back just long enough for you to climax. Once he was sure that you were
done, and that your weakened thrusts were minor aftershocks, he pulled himself
away and climbed on top of your chest.
“there ya go. open wide, beautiful.”
Your jaw dropped open and he buried himself in your mouth.
You flicked your tongue on the underside of his cock and he came immediately.
All of it ran down your throat and you coughed some of it back up when he finally pulled out, resting it against your cheek and coating your neck and chest with
what you couldn’t swallow.
“phew. yer a real keeper, y’know that? took it all like a champ.”
You dragged your finger up lazily, spent and boneless,
scooping up the dollop that landed on your breast. You stuck it on your
mouth and he watched you with a quirk of his browbone, sweat pouring down his
He rolled over to your side and yanked you toward him,
spooning you and planting soft kisses down your shoulder and back. You relaxed
in his embrace and heard the answer to the confession you made all those months
okay I just need to get this out but I love calvin so much like it’s not even a fangirl thing he just makes me so happy and I will never be able to understand how someone can be that beautiful like when I say calvin is the most beautiful person I’ve seen I’m not even lying he’s so beautiful and his smile lights up my world and I feel so happy seeing his smile or his laugh or whatever I’m just so heart eyes for him and not to mention he’s incredibly smart and funny and extremely hardworking like holy shit he puts his heart n soul into his content and he makes me so happy and it’s hard for me to be happy so for this lanky tree to waltz in my life and change it for the better is beyond my mind and I’m so grateful for him and I will never know someone who is as amazing as he is and yeah he’s kind of a dick sometimes and shit but literally no ones perfect and god I just think he’s the most beautiful boyo in the world and he makes me sooo happy and he’s just a small little precious boyo and ahh I love him so much I could talk about this all day I’m so extra I love calvin so much (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ
I walked past a bunch of people hanging out on their steps with my fake food project and one of them goes, “Enchilada?” And i said, “No, empanada!” And the everyone starts yelling “AAAYYYEEEE!!” and laughs