Using pronouns is the hardest thing about writing gay fanfic.
You can’t even say “He put his arm around his shoulder.” Whose arm? Whose shoulder? Did he do some weird bone bending thing and put it around his own shoulder?
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How about (46) for UF Sans. It fits Red sooo much!!!
♥46: “I’m in love…shit”
(I made this one more from Red’s point of view)
Red lazily flopped onto his usually bar stool at Grillby’s. Grimm gives him a smirk and slide a bottle of mustard over to him, “The usual I assume?”, “You know me so well, Grillbz”. Chuckling, Grimm went back to work and Sans began chugging the thick yellow condiment. After about two more bottles, Sans rested his head on his hand and let a long sigh. Life might be crap sometime, but little moments to relax like this are what kept him going. Things have been going much better for them on the surface thanks to monster finally beginning break their kill or be killed mentality and integrated much better than expected into human society. His brother was the happiest he’s very seen him and it’s nice to be able to hang out with Toriel face to face instead if through a wall. As far as he cared, things couldn’t get much better.
There was a thump that jolted Red awake, he had fallen asleep at the bar again and the sound of someone sitting on the stool next to him was enough to wake him. Running a hand down his face he glanced over at the person in question and was greeted by the sight of human. She was dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and knee high boots. The cheery look on her face didn’t exactly match the bikerish attire, “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you”, Red stared at here for a minute then turned back to his half finished bottle of mustard and grumbled, “Don’t worry about it”. She seemed to keep her gaze Locked oin him for a second before turning to the bartender, “A Rootbeer please, my good man”. This earned a laugh from Grimm and he went about filling her request. Red turned his attention back to the girl, “You came to a bar…for a Rootbeer”, “Not just rootbeer, Magic Rootbeer. This guy really knows what he’s doing”, she motioned over to Grimm and Red had to admit, she wasn’t wrong. Monster food tended to taste much better than human food and Grimm’s wares were extremely good even by monster standards, though not many people came here for the soft drinks. Grimm placed the drink in front of her and glances at Red with a smirk, what’s that about? She smiled and plucked a bendy straw from the container, unwrapping it and plopping it her drink, “What about you? Did you come here just for mustard?”, she begins slurping on her drink, looking at him expectantly, “Hey, not just mustard, Magic Mustard”, Red made a little jazz-hands motion and she giggles. “Anyway, I guess I’m just surprised to see so many humans here at once, especially this late. A lot of them are still to chicken to come to a monster bar”, “Yeah, some people are”, “Speaking of which, what’s a girl like doin’ risking coming here for a rootbeer? Surely you’ve heard all kinds of rumors of this place bein’ dangerous and what not.”, “A girl like me?” , “Yeah, y'know, all soft and stuff”, she squints at him", “What’s that supposed to mean?”, “Like, what if you got attack or somethin’ you’d be totally helpless”. He wasn’t trying to offend her, that’s just something that came naturally to him.“Hmph”, she glared at him then swivelled her stool back towards the counter, grabbing her straw and continuing to slurp her drink, her once cheery disposition replaced with one of annoyance. Red was pretty surprised by her change in demeanor, had he said something wrong? “Hey, what’s the matter, kid?”, she glances back at him “Gee, I don’t know, maybe I’m frightened I’m going to be helplessly attacked in the scary monster bar!”, “Pfft, what did I hurt your feelings?”, Red asked in mock symphony. “No, need to be a jerk about it”, “Augh, all you humans are so sensitive! You’re lucky life is so early for you, you wouldn’t have made it a day underground with how ruff it was for everyone”. Her glare returns full force, “You know, I wish I could see from your perspective but unfortunately I’m only human, so it’s physically impossible for me to get my head that far up my butt!” Red’s eye sockets widen in shock at her last comment as she grabs her drinks and heads out the door, turning back one final time to smile at Grimm and glare at Red, “Thanks for the rootbeer, Grillby”, “Anytime, Y/n”.
Red is still trying to process what just happened, “Y/n?”, Grimm smirks at him again, “Yeah, why?”. Red stare forward into nothingness for a second, “I’m in love….shit”, Red throws his bottle of mustard onto the ground and bangs his head down onto the table. Grimm goes back to cleaning out a glass, “Well, I wouldn’t be too worried, she’s a regular”.
Keep You Around [P.1] (Newt Scamander x Thunderbird!Reader)
A/N: As a little background information if you haven’t had time to look into the Ilvermorny houses, the house of Thunderbird represents the soul of the witch or wizard, and favors adventurers.
✩ prompt: no prompt lol
✩ word count: ~900
Keep You Around
It was a typical evening in New York, bitter and cold, as Y/N goes on her nightly walk.
Y/N lived with two other witches, Queenie and Tina, and as much as she loves their bubbly (and sometimes very loud) company, she sometimes needs her alone time.
Buildings tower over her and people chatter as she weaves her way through the busy streets of Manhattan, and rain threatens to fall above from the huge gray clouds cloaking the evening sky.
Y/N bundles closer to her jacket, cursing that she didn’t change out of her dress before leaving, the exposed skin of her shins and knees reminding her of what an idiotic choice that was.
Forging on, Y/N finally arrives at her favorite park and breathes a sigh of relief before following the quaint cobblestone path that runs through it (although walking on cobblestones with heels is a pain in the ass, if you ask her). A twig snaps behind her and she immediately stiffens.
This park was a known meeting spot for witches and wizards, but at this hour, there’s no telling what sort you’d bump into.
She instinctively reaches for her wand inside of her coat, staying completely still as she tries to analyze the situation.
Something black and small runs past her feet, and the beginning of a spell incantation breaks the silence.
Threatened now, Y/N whips out her wand, “Expelliarmus!” The spell successfully relieves the wizard of his wand then, “Accio Wand.” And the slender wooden wand falls easily into her hand.
She looks up, the man does too, raising his hands in front of himself as if to calm her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Y/N asks.
“Well, er, you see- I’m trying to catch my Niffler.” The man replies, oddly calm, pointing with one hand to the beety eyed creature clinging to a metal park bench.
“You’re what?” Y/N scrutinizes the man, he’s got somewhat wild curly brown hair and a yellow and gray scarf, “Whatever that- that- thing is- you- you can’t use magic in such a public place!”
“I don’t see any muggles around,” The man says, rather innocently, looking around.
“You mean no-majs?”
“Yes, yes,” He replies hurriedly, peaking around your shoulder, “I’m very sorry, Miss, I’ve really got to return him to the others.”
“You know it’s illegal to breed or keep magical creatures in the United States?”
“Well- um- yes, I do.”
Y/N tilts her head, rather curious about the man, “Who did you say you were?”
“I um, I didn’t-” He smiles nervously, “I’m Newt, Newt Scamander, and I’d really truly appreciate it if you returned my wand?”
Y/N cracks a smile as the man inches closer to her, “I’m Y/N Grimm, and I’d really truly appreciate it if you took me along.”
“Looks like I’m going to have to,” The man- Newt- looks at something behind her, gives her a shy smile, and grabs her arm, “Hold on tight.”
“What? Where are we-”
And before she could finish her sentence, he had apparated them both, apparating in front of a jewelry store.
“By Greylock, haven’t you a clue of how many rules you’re breaking?” Y/N asks Newt, amused.
“I’ve got a faint idea.” He grins at her before glaring at a small mole looking creature standing perfectly still with necklaces draped over his arm. Newt sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“Is that the niffler?” Y/N asks, laughter in her voice.
“I’m afraid so.”
And with that, Newt with Y/N right behind him, proceeded to break into the jewelry store, filled with priceless gems.
“Be very still-” Newt holds an arm out in front of Y/N as he stares down the niffler.
The two creep closer to the small black creature.
They stare at it.
It stares at them.
And just as Newt is beginning to open his briefcase, the Niffler sprints away and Newt lunges after it.
“Newt- Newt,” Y/N reaches out to steady a tall shelf filled with glittering diamonds, “I-I’ve got an idea.”
He looks up at her quizzically, trying to crawl after the small rodent.
“Here- you said the thing likes jewels, right?”
He nods, looking quite funny half underneath a counter.
“Well, I suppose we can’t get into more trouble than we’re already in, right?” Y/N grins at the man before removing a hugely over bedazzled diamond and ruby crown and placing it at her feet.
This time it is Y/N telling Newt to stand still as she holds a box expectantly over the crown.
The Niffler looks up. Stares at the crown, and in a second sprinting full speed at it, scuttering across the floor towards the sparkling crown.
Y/N drops the box easily over the small animal, lifting it up momentarily after and giving it to Newt, who is staring at her wide-eyed.
The looks in the box, then back up at Y/N.
“Well I guess I’ll have to keep you around.” He grins at her.
“I guess you will.”
Hope you enjoyed it!!
Let me know if you guys want me to continue this one :)
In your year- or so - here, you had gotten pretty close to
everyone, especially Natasha and Wanda. Everyone but Bucky Barns, not that you
too weren’t friends but you weren’t as close as you’d like. yes your still new
to him and this team but it is what it is at this point. Over these last few
months, your feelings towards this
special solider had surfaced and sometimes it would be a real pain in the ass.
Like last week you were in the gym, he came in without a shirt and started on
his punching bag were his sweat would build up fast making him shine and you
almost tripped while on the treadmill AND OF COURSE HE NOTICED. or yesterday when he asked you if knew
anything about this maybe mission they might be going on, since you always had
a file first so that you could prepare the lab or yourself if needed and you
just stood there like a fool only to stutter out an answer which only made him
You’re a huntress that gets sucked into the drama of the new local Land Lord and his family, as well as becoming strangely closer to the forest. (A Snow White AU, a Soulmate AU, and the start of a series?)
A/N: @thebunkerofatlas asked me for an inverted snow white au with Ryan as the damsel in styling similar to the ‘original’ Brother’s Grimm telling of the tale. And as it does, it spawned a soulmate au in which Ryan’s just the damsel in Grimm tales?? watch out y’all there’s more coming eventually.
Over and over, people will find one another. Some lives are harder than others; sometimes the obstacles are insurmountable or the fates allow you to settle at the worst of times. Sometimes, though, everything aligns in the stars and sky and earth, and the magic and the atoms are drawn together to their other source connections once more to thrum and bind in their tandem vibrations.
It is known; it is understood.
It is unknown; it is misunderstood.
Gods if you couldn’t handle this damn bear, getting in your way. Every bone in your body was furious at this creature, there, living in the middle of the trees that you needed to cut down, to sell. And this hulking, furred beast was there in your way.