So I was cosplay as Sans last night on Omegle, enjoying myself and playing around with different Undertale fans. I saw like, two dicks. Neither were impressive or wanted.
But one thing really got me in the heart, and that was a little girl. She didn’t look more then 7…8 years old, right? Real small, braided hair, big eyes and everything.
At first, I started up on the chat with her like I would, making a peace sign and waving, and she literally flipped her shit. She started screaming and giggling and waving at me like, “SANS!! SANS!! Hi!! I didn’t know you were real!!” And all I could literally do was laugh and smile like a dumbass under this hot rubber mask.
So right when I say hi and all the casual Sans things, she jumps up, telling me to wait just a sec and that, “I have something that makes me part skeleton just like you!” She bolts off and I just wait, cause I’m not gonna click off randomly while she’s so excited. She comes back like, five minutes later with a big bottle of ketchup. I start giggling and giving her thumbs up and just- reacting to everything she says!
But then, a wave of protective instinct starts washing over me- Like, even while she’s talking to me, I cant stop listening even when my own girlfriend is calling! ((I’m super sorry about that @strife-kind!)) I start telling myself, “You know, there are a bunch of nasty, horrible people on here who would take advantage of this little girl. Fuck that noise, I’m gonna stay on here till she falls asleep.”
I literally stayed up till 3am talking and chatting with this little girl, and she starts yawning and mumbling and I’m like “Hey, kiddo. It was awesome talking to you- youre such an awesome human kid! But uh- maybe you should head to bed. Kids like you need lots of rest to kill monsters like me.” And she just smiles dopily and nods, before blowing me a kiss and I catch it. She ends the chat, and I go one round around the bend to make sure she’s in bed and not still chatting. She’s not, and I’m happy.
The next person I talk to literally was the cutest kid, looked about 12 years old. He started implying I was in love with Toriel and I, playing along, started blushing and pulled my hood over my head and crossed my arms, the whole thing. He makes me PROPOSE to her and I did! I drew a paper board in bone letters asking if she will marry me, and when “Toriel” said yes, he literally flipped out and started giggling madly. Cutest kid ever. Sorry to say he had to get off before I could wish him a good night, but man…
It was Thursday, the day Clay tutored Jeff for History. Clay had helped him so much already, without Clay baseball wouldn’t have been an option anymore and Jeff felt like baseball was the only thing he was good at. He looked at his watch when he realised he was going to be late if he kept walking this slow. Jeff entered the library searching for Clay when he saw him sitting next to y/n. Y/N was the most beautiful creature Jeff had ever seen. She had everything. She was so smart, the girl always had straight A’s and on top of that she was top scorer at the liberty high’s soccer team. Things Jeff only could dream of. But above all that she also was the prettiest girl he had even seen. Her perfect y/h/c hair, the rare colour of y/e/c her eyes had, the cute freckles on her nose and only one next to her left eye. y/n was just perfect. Jeff always wanted to talk to her but most of the time he felt too scared. He tried to be around her as much as possible just so she would maybe notice him, hanging around her locker or being in the gym after her soccer practice. She always smiled with her beautiful white teeth but he never found the confidence to really talk to her. All the hanging around did had it’s good sides. One day y/n fell and he was the first with her to help her. That was the first time he really talked to her and that day made him fall ever harder for her. All she could talk about was how she was going to miss soccer, he never met a girl this passionate. But now there he was standing in front of her, probably staring like an idiot. That’s when she showed her beautiful smile again before looking back down. He sat down in front of Clay and tried to focus as much as he could on what Clay was saying. It was a short session since Jeff understood this part pretty good. Before he wanted to leave he saw Clay follow Hannah Baker walking out with his eyes.
“Dude you still didn’t ask her out?” He said, knowing pretty well he was as much as a chicken himself.
“Why would I? she doesn’t like me.”
“If you still believe that, you’re an idiot. I have an idea. There is this party tomorrow at Jessica’s place. Just ask her if she’s coming too? That’s not really asking her out, but you can hang with the her the whole night.” Jeff said but then suddenly he saw y/n was leaving. He soon realised that the things he said to Clay maybe would work for himself so he started to pack and left quickly so he could catch y/n. He walked up to her watching her turn around before he could call her name.
“Hey y/n! I was wondering, there is this party tomorrow evening and you know Clay pretty good, right?” he said. Y/N nodded.
“So I feel like we really need to make those two a thing. So I already told Clay to come to the party tomorrow. Maybe if you come too, we can try to make something work between them?” Jeff could punch himself in the face for the stupidity of his excuse, why would she want to come now.
“I’m not really into parties Jeff.” y/n said. Jeff forgot how he never saw her at any party even tho she was pretty popular.
“Oh c’mon! I’ll stay with you the whole night if you help me.” Jeff said trying to convice her, he suddenly felt a little more confident.
“Okay, I’ll be there, but if you bail on me I’ll be home as fast as I get there!” Jeff felt happier than ever when those words left her mouth. She gave him that incredible smile again, making his heart melt for the 100th time. She turned around and walked towards her car letting Jeff admire her.
Fast forward Friday evening
Jeff dressed as nice as possible so he could make a good impression on y/n. Tonight was going to be the night, he felt it. He parked his car in front of Jessica’s house, looked in his car mirror and made his way inside. When he entered Bryce and some other jock’s shouted.
“Atkins arriveddddd!” he smiled and greeted them all before asking someone if they saw y/n entering. The second person he asked told him y/n was in the kitchen so he didn’t hesitate and made his way down there immediately. He didn’t want to leave her side for a second, making sure she wasn’t going to leave. When he entered he saw her standing there next to Clay, she was looking beautiful as ever. Luckily Hannah already arrived so this was his chance to get alone tie with y/n.
“Clay dude, Hannah is here!” he said. “go talk to her.” to Jeff’s surprise Clay didn’t hesitate and walked out the kitchen pretty quick. Now it was his turn to try to make a move so he got a little closer to her. Before he could talk to y/n someone shouted.
“Jow atkins beerpong! You in?” he didn’t want to leave y/n and he needed a partner for the game eventually.
“Only if y/n is my partner!”
She smiled and followed him outside. He quickly reminded her that he had to drive so she had to do most of the drinking but she didn’t seem to mind it. We were a pretty good team. We were winning. Y/N started to loosen up, probably because of the alcohol. He never saw her like that, even tho y/n was so nice she always seemed stressed. She never got of her path to achieve her goals. That was something he really admired about her but he could imagine how stressed she felt. So maybe cutting loose for a night wasn’t a bad idea. She got closer to him and he felt like tonight was the moment to make his move. He first tried a small move to see how she would react. He threw his arm around her shoulder but she didn’t push him away. Jeff couldn’t help but feel like the happiest person alive. Was there a possibility y/n liked him too? y/n threw the last ball in, out of excitement he picked her up turning her around, to celebrate they won. Jeff wished this moment would last forever. He already loved her everyday-smile but the one she was showing right now was even more beautiful, she seemed so sincerely happy. It was a good idea to ask her with him to the party. Jeff putted her back on the ground but didn’t want to let go of her. He looked her in the eyes when he felt her pulling at his neck. This was his chance. Jeff leaned in to kiss her, before he knew it his lips were touching hers. The girl he has been in love with from the moment he saw her was kissing him. Her lips were so soft and her kisses were so gentle. He felt her hands travel down his back and holding him around his waist. y/n broke the kiss with the cutest giggle Jeff ever heard. He felt his heart almost bumping out of his chest.
“Do I have to drop you of?” he whispered in her ear. She looked up showing the blush that developed on her cheeks.
“That would be nice.” She said with a smile. Jeff took her hand and helped her to his car. on the way to her house he just kept replaying what happened in his head. It was just perfect. He laid his hand on her upper thigh which made her let out a cute giggle again. When he arrived at her place he acted quick because he wanted to be a real gentleman, so he walked around the car to help her out and walk her to the door. He knew this was the moment.
“Y/N I now this may be not the best moment but I really need to tell you something.” He saw y/n was getting scared.
“What is it?” she said on a scared tone. Jeff took a deep breath and went for it.
“I know this sounds ridiculous since we don’t know each other for long but I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for so long and I just can’t hide it anymore. Just everything about you, I just-“ before he could finish his sentence y/n was kissing him deeply.
“I’ve been in love with you way longer Jeff.”
Thanks for reading! I hope you like it and don’t forget to read the her part!
It was nice having Tom back home, especially because he’d been gone for so long. He had come back home from Montreal for the weekend, you had told him that you would come to him but he wanted to save that for a time that Harrison was out of their shared home. As much as he loved Harrison, he needed some alone time with his girlfriend.
On Saturday morning, the sun shined through the blinds in your bedroom door, rays of light hitting yours and Tom’s faces. This earned a tired groan from Tom and he nuzzled his face deeper in your neck. He placed soft kisses to your neck which made you giggle and turn around to face him. Tom smiled and looked at you through half-open and tired eyes.
“Morning, darling.” he hummed and you blushed a little, you thought his morning voice was the cutest thing ever, you giggle like a little school girl everytime you hear it.
“Morning.” You placed a soft kiss to Tom’s lips as he smiled. You looked at him in content, how did you get so lucky to wake up next to Tom Holland in the morning. “I’m gonna go make some breakfast.” You whispered after a minute and kissed his cheek quickly.
As you go to get up, you felt Tom slap your ass playfully and you turned back to see him smiling like a goof and winking a you.
“I couldn’t resist.” He giggled a little and it made your heart soar, he’s the cutest man to ever live, it still boggles your mind how he could be so perfect.
While cooking pancakes for you and Tom, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying your bodies lightly. With his head resting on your shoulder, you dipped your finger in the batter, looked back at the man behind you, his eyes closed, and you touched his nose with the batter-covered finger. He gasped loudly at you and let go of your waist.
“I know you did not just do that.” He glared at you with his hands on his hips. An all out war erupted when all you did was smile at Tom’s comment. By the end of it, there was more batter on your faces than in the mixing bowl.
Tom went into the bathroom to get you a washcloth to wipe your face after he washed his own. He handed you the damp cloth, you gave him an appreciative look as you were trying to wipe off the batter with paper towels.
“That got a little out of hand, huh love?” Tom giggled, kissing your cheek, to which you nodded. “That’ll teach you to mess with me.” He smiled, grabbing your bum playfully, walking out of the kitchen.
“Shit!” You heard Tom yell from the other room as you beat the eggs and milk in the bowl.
“You okay, babe?” You yelled back to him.
“I left my laptop at the house in Montreal, can I borrow yours for a moment to find something about my schedule next week?” He said, popping his head in the doorway of the kitchen, a pleading look on his face. He already had your laptop in his hands, knowing you couldn’t say no to his pouty face.
“Of course.” You smiled at him, turning back to the stove to finish cooking breakfast. Tom sat at the table facing you and opened your computer.
Typing in your password, your computer came to life, but there was a window open from the other night that you forgot to close. Tom looked at it skeptically as he scrolled through the feed with the blue background. GIFs, photos and text posts about him flooded the feed and Tom giggled a little.
He clicked the profile icon in the corner in order to look at your account. To his surprise, the entire blog was filled with pictures, videos and GIFs of him. He looked up at you as you hummed, not knowing that Tom had just found out your biggest secret ever, you had a fan blog dedicated to him.
He smiled as he read some of the things that you reblogged, always adding tags like he’s so cute and we don’t deserve him or sometimes love of my life. He saw a video that you reblogged that was captioned, every time tom holland says darling, it is the death of me.
“Find what you needed to, love?” You asked, placing a plate of food in front of him, he shut your computer without even looking for his work schedule.
“Oh I found more than I needed to, darling.” He smirked a little at you to which you gave him a weird look.
“Why are you acting so weird?” You asked sitting down across the table.
“I’m not acting weird, darling.” He said, stretching out the word darling, as he poured syrup on his pancakes.
After a moment, Tom spoke again, “I was on Instagram the other day and I saw this comment where this girl asked if you had ever read a fanfiction about me, and whether or not it was accurate. I’ve been wondering ever since because I didn’t even know people wrote that stuff about me.” Tom knew full well that you’ve read stuff about him, you reblogged some of them.
“No, I haven’t , I mean I know that girls write stuff about you, they do it with everyone, but I’ve never read anything.” You said nonchalantly, you wanted to keep this fan blog a secret for as long as possible and you didn’t want Tom thinking that you were this super fan that was only with him because he was Tom Holland.
“I beg to differ, because you see, darling. I have just found some interesting information about a blog called, (y/blog/n).” Tom paused as you hit your head against the table next to your plate.
“How did you find out about that?” You mumbled
“You should really close all of your tabs, darling.” Tom laughed and bit his lip at you. “I think it’s cute babe, I know that you were a fan before we met, and I think it’s endearing.”
“Really?” You asked looking up at him, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, now tell me, do any of those fanfiction things reflect real life?” He asked smirking, and you knew he didn’t care about the fluff fics that you’ve read, he wants to know about the smut.
“Well there’s this one…“ You trail off telling Tom about a fanfiction that you read that was spot on. Let’s just say he reenacted the scene after breakfast.
his season 1 voice was also back like ??? i feel transported im starting to think this may be a lost interview from 6 years ago lmao but anyways his voice is everything
WAIT YOU’RE SO RIGHT? IT’S MORE LIKE HIS S1/S2 VOICE AND I’M REWATCHING THE INTERVIEW NOW AND ALL I CAN HEAR IS “YOU DO WANNA KISS ME THEN?”
AND HIS LITTLE LAUGH???? You know how Nick would sometimes kind of laugh a little while he’s talking (mostly to Jess) and it’s kind of the cutest thing in the whole world? WELL THIS INTERVIEW SERIOUSLY REMINDS ME OF HIS ADORABLE “WHITE WINE? WHY WOULD YOU DO WHITE WINE?” TO JESS
I’VE BEEN REPLAYING THIS PART OF FLUFFER FOR THE PAST 10 MINS (THE GIF DOES NOT DO THAT LAUGH JUSTICE)
stozier christmas anyone? (all i make is angst im sorry)
also sorry for any mistakes
snow beat down softly against richie’s window. he had hung up christmas lights around his room, since his parents weren’t exactly festive.
his mom? drunk like usual. he didn’t know where his dad was, but if santa was real he’d wish for his moms whiskey bottle to turn into a gingerbread cookie and for his dad to be home. just so for one night, he could feel normal. christmas was never his day. it was supposed to be the best day of the year. but somehow, for the black haired boy it was the mere opposite.
while looking at his glowing reflection from the window he remembered he could call stan. christmas wasn’t a jewish thing, from what richie could remember.
he reached for the phone that sat upon his bedside table, and dialed in his numbers. clicking sounds bouncing off the thin walls as he did so.
“hey! this is stan-!”
“im not by the phone right now, leave your name and if you’re not richie ill get back to you.”
richie smiled and shook his head as he put the phone down. he forgot all about that dumb thing stan recorded. he got up to put an elvis record on the record player his history teacher gave him. he softly layed back down and shut his eyes, humming to ‘are you lonesome tonight?’
that is until a loud tap startled him from his window. richie looked out and saw stan, making another snowball to throw at his window.
with a huge grin he shoved on his boots, and neglected his coat or scarf and rushed down the stairs and bolted out the door.
“stan my man!” he grinned hugging him. “what brings you here? aren’t you freezing! you’re wearing friggin shorts man!” richie finished, his breath crisp and fog forming from his words.
he took in stans appearance, he was glowing and he looked beautiful as ever. his lips were warm, and his hair seemed to be bright in the cold winter night.
“what brings me here is, im a lonely jew boy on christmas, and you’re just flat out lonely.”
they both laughed, and richie, despite freezing felt his chest bloom with warmness.
“do you wanna come inside? we can watch shitty christmas movies and i can make-”
“i can’t” stan said, a sad look sat upon his face.
“why not? cmon you’re gonna be so lame, right now out of all times? is it because im too sexy and you don’t think you’d be able to sit through elf with a major boner?!” richie was laughing and stan smiled.
“beep beep, richie.” he sighed.
silence filled the air, and richie didn’t know what to do. until he did.
“cmon, this is gonna freeze the both of us. but it’ll look pretty.”
richie took stans hand and made them fall backwards into the snow.
“snow angels stanley!”
stan let out the cutest giggle richie’s ever heard, and that same warm feeling spread about him.
so, on the night of christmas two boys spent an hour giggling and talking about nothing and everything. finally, when richie was just about dying from hypothermia, he invited stan in again.
they were standing up, richie above stan from standing on the step to his door. he would usually curse their height differences, stan was like 4 inches taller than him.
“cmon stan!” he smiled.
stan gave him that same sad look, and placed his hand on his cheek. his hand was so warm compared to richie’s cool cheek.
“there’s so much i wish we could have done, richie.”
richie was confused. stan leaned in, and pressed their lips together. richie revealed in the kiss, he had never felt this at home in his whole 16 years of life. warmth spread about his whole entire body. all he could feel was stan, stan and that cozy warm feeling protecting them from the cold night.
“be good richie. ill always be here.”
a warm hand pressed to his heart, and any ounce of cold air left his body and was replaced with warmth.
richie woke with a start, his heart pounding and sweating like crazy.
he looked at his bedside clock, it was the 26th. what a christmas huh? he laughed grimly to himself.
he sat there humming the elvis song he played last night until his phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts, he scrabbled for his glasses and picked up the phone.
bills voice piped up, and announced stans death. a car accident, coming home from the shop. the road was slippery and he lost control and died as soon as his car impacted a tree. he was pronounced dead at 11:59 pm.
richies heart dropped to his stomach.
“r-richie, i know that this is h-horrible but we need to t-t-talk. all of us losers are go-”
richie hung up, the phone dropping to the ground.
he didn’t cry, he didn’t scream. he went over to his record player and played that same song.
“are you lonesome tonight?
do you miss me tonight?
are you sorry we drifted apart?
does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day,
when i kissed you and called you sweetheart?”
richie sat down on his bed, now that it had set in, and started to cry. it wasn’t violent, it wasn’t loud and frantic. soft hiccups escaped from his throat, and tears streamed down his cheeks freeing the grief erupting in his chest.
his hands shook and he placed one on the cold glass window of his bedroom and looked out.
but seriously, as epic it was to meet all of the guests at FT5 this year (and it was!), we need to stop and really appreciate how truly and deeply amazing Elliot Knight was through the entire weekend
like, dude just delivered for a whole two days, to the point where it almost became a meme among people of the con because his lines were 1930929810 times longer and slower than anybody else’s for photo ops and autographs since the guy literally took 5 minutes to chat with everyone and be overall the nicest, more caring person I’ve ever met in my life
he was so careful to make every fan meeting matter and to both be seen as a person and making sure to see his fans as people that it was just amazing to be around him and to look at/hear him laugh even when you were queueing for someone else in the same room
(also he was a sweetheart during out meet&greet and thought that #merlOUT was hilarious) (imagine your puns being validated like that I’m living)
anyway what I’m saying is that Elliot totally 100% deserved his standing ovation during the closing ceremony and he should get all the nice things because homeboy deserves the world and made himself fans for life this weekend by just fucking smiling and hugging and having the cutest giggle ever