tw: self insert

of grocery happenings and broken glass - sans x reader/self insert

HEY! Since it’s fanfic friday, can you do one with UT Sans and the “enemies to lovers” trope? it can just be a few scenes where the relationship changes. u dont have to ofc but idk i really like those kinds of stories :‘0c

Summary: You’re an enigma wrapped in a mystery, and he’ll do anything literally) to get you to solve yourself. (Or the obligatory fic wherein sans goes from wanting to dunk you to wanting to kiss you)

Notes: AAAAAAAA?????? AAAAAA. Mcfrickin. Love this trope. Bless u. blessed prompt. i had too much fun writing this help.

Writer: Mod Chrissu

The first time he meets you, it’s weird as hell to him.

Firstly, you are probably the best looking human he’s ever laid eyes on. Your hands are balled up and pushing into your hips, your head craned to look up with a sneer at somebody much taller than you.

When he sees who it is, the attraction that he felt immediately was replaced with intense anger.

His brother is holding a grocery basket, one that he knows isn’t his because it’s completely barren of any type of pasta or sauce. His grin is a little shaky, as if he’s apologetic, but also scared. There’s a few food items on the floor that are lying abandoned, so he assumes that the basket must have overturned in some way and Papyrus went to help you. So why did your expression hold so much fury?

He mosies on over, hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s gonna start out calm and cordial, and hopefully this human won’t give him a reason to dunk them into next Saturday. “hiya. what’s up?” He greets, keeping his tone relaxed and chipper, hoping that this goes well.

“SANS!” The way his brother says his name, almost in relief, makes his opinion of the human drop even further. “HELLO, BROTHER!”

You turn to face Sans, your face portraying annoyance. If it wasn’t for the fact that you looked like you had a problem with his bro, Sans might have considered using a sly pickup line. But no, you open your mouth and erase that possibility. “Oh, he’s with you?” You imply, pointing to the taller skeleton, who’s fidgeting nervously.

His grin turns a little steely. He doesn’t like to see Paps so scared. “yeah. s’there a problem with that?”

“Maybe. Anyways, listen here, dudebro.” Attention aimed at Papyrus again, mouth twisting into a scowl. “I got this. I don’t need somebody swooping in and saving me.” You rip the basket away from Papyrus and bend down to pick up the food on the floor, eyes widening when you see the damage done. “Damn it, the cans are dented!”

“listen buddy, i’m sure you’re just misunderstanding–” His patience is wearing very thin but an agitated sigh cuts him off.

“Look, buddy, I already had to walk all the way here because my piece of shit car broke down, I don’t need some random guy telling me off.” Your body language radiates don’t fuck with me today, and he doesn’t really understand why. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood.” Food retrieved from the ground and in the basket, you straighten up and give both he and Papyrus a pointed glare. “Now if you’ll excuse me, which I don’t really care if you do or don’t, I have to replace these cans.”

Without letting him speak, you turn on a heel and stomp out of the aisle, leaving him in dumbfounded silence. What the hell was your problem?

The next time he sees you, it’s without you knowing.

It’s been a few days since what happened in the grocery store, and frankly he’d be fine with never seeing your face again. Somebody so filled with negativity and hatred for others for no reason…He doesn’t like people like that. He’s glad he’ll never see you again.

(Except he does.)

He hears a scream before he sees the blur of a person being tossed out onto the sidewalk a few houses down from where he’s standing. He almost runs over to help until another human shows up. They step out onto the steps angrily, if their rigid posture and antagonistic stance is any factor.

“Get the fuck out, you waste of space. Don’t even know why I bothered with you. You’re nothing but shit.” They spit out.

“Nonono, no please, I’ll be better, don’t do this please–” The voice is so full of fear and regret, and it’s so familiar. He knows that voice. It stirs a forgotten anger in his chest, and finally he registers that it’s you, the human from the grocery store.

Your clothes are ripped in places, there’s bruises all over your arms, the shirt you have on is riding up and showing off even more bruises on your back and sides. Your knees are scuffed from your fall, and you’re barely keeping your torso up off the ground. Your form is shaking, soft sobs emitting from your mouth. What a moment to be observing you. To avoid being seen, he ducks behind a nearby trashcan.

“You were lucky, you had me to love you! I’m probably the only person on this Earth left that actually gives a fuck about you! None of your friends or your family actually care, they’re faking it!” The human on the steps barks, and he notices a glint from their hand. They throw it in your direction, and the bottle shatters on the ground a few feet away from you, pieces scattering all over the pavement. “Get the hell out of here, you damn slut!”

The human on the steps goes back into the house and throws out a bag of clothes before slamming the door. Sans turns away from the scene, expression a mixture of shock and confusion. He has no idea what to think. Obviously, the dude that just kicked you out is an asshat, but did you deserve it? He’s not the kind of guy to wish pain or suffering on anybody else, so no, he supposes you don’t. He goes to pick himself up off the ground.

Except you pass by. You notice him there. It’s silent for one scarily long moment.

“How much of that did you see?” You inquire roughly, voice cracked from crying. A pang of pity ripples through his SOUL.

“…all of it.”

Your face is unreadable, you just grip the bag you have a little harder. It’s plastic, so your fingers sink into the material like clay. “…Fuck off.”

He looks up at you in surprise. “what?”

“I said fuck off.” You hiss, your glare piercing. “Want to know why I got kicked out? One of the cans I brought home from the store, that your idiot brother made me drop? It was dented. So fuck you, fuck your brother, fuck everything.” You grit your teeth and march off, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

He scrambles up and after you, though a tiny inner voice questions his motives. What is he gonna do? You obviously don’t want to see him, your little proclamation proved so, so why is he chasing you? He squashes down the thought, unsure if he wants to know why.

“look, kid, i’m sorry.” He skids in front of them, chest heaving with the extra effort he put into catching up with them. “i don’t understand your attitude, or why you act the way you do, but acting that way isn’t going to change anything.”

“You know nothing about me, why the hell are you trying to do here?” You snap, dropping your bag. Despite being bloody and scratched and obviously injured, you still stand as if you’re super girl about to face off with her greatest enemy yet. 

“i have no idea. i don’t really know.” He almost whispers it, because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, or why. “but i don’t want to be the reason you hate the world so much. at least let me help you find a place to stay for a bit.”

Your mouth twists, and a range of emotions flip through your face: confusion, anger, sorrow, and finally it stops on that flat mask you had on. “..Okay, fine.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief.

He finds you a hotel to stay in, and while he wouldn’t usually pay for a stranger’s stay, he does for you. Seeing the person you had to deal with, the way they treated you…Something told him that wasn’t the only time they treated you badly. That’s a scary situation to think about, so of course you would be bitter and angry. He pays for a week, hoping it’s enough time for you to figure out what you need to do or for you to get a job.

He escorts you to your room, and it’s quiet but it isn’t uncomfortable. You’ve been through a lot, he guesses, so talking about it right now would be a little much. Instead, as you both reach your room, he asks to come in for a moment.

Puzzled, you agree, and let him in. It’s a small room, with a dresser pushed against the wall adjacent to the doorway, a lamp in the corner, and a bed opposite the dresser. Another door is in the far corner, which Sans assumes is the bathroom. There’s a table beside the bed, and on it is a pad with paper and a pen.

He picks them both off and scrawls his name and number on it, ripping off the page and giving it to you. “the dude that kicked you out looks like another bad time waiting to happen, so if he shows up here, don’t be afraid to call me, ok?” 

The hand that takes the paper is a little shaky. Your eyes skim over the words written, and the corner of your mouth quirks. “’Sans’? Like the font?”

He shrugs. “i get that a lot. anyways, i need to get back, paps is worried probably.” He points to the paper in your hand, shooting you a reassuring smile. “remember, dude’s a bad time. call me if he comes back. or call if you need help in general. seeya.”

With a blip, he’s gone, and you stare at the space (now replaced with air) he was just in. The most dumbfounded look creases your brow.

“…What the fuck did he just do?!”

Funnily enough, after the incident, he cannot stop thinking about you. He passes the place you used to live every day, and when he does he wonders if you’re okay. He’d check on you, but he did say that if you had a problem to call him. So he leaves the situation be, letting it be in your ballpark. If you need him there, you’ll call.

It’s been a long day, so he decides to go to Grillby’s for some ketchup and conversation. It’s been a while, and he hasn’t visited the surface expansion of Grillby’s very much, so he should fix that.

He teleports just outside the entrance and strolls in to a chorus of greeting from the regulars. Doggo, Greater Dog, and Lesser Dog are wrapped up in a game of poker, with Dogamy and Dogaressa watching on the side and holding each other. There’s a couple humans hanging around, along with a few monsters that didn’t usually frequent the establishment underground milling about. He waddles to the bar and hops into a bar stool, leaning on the counter and sighing, eyes shut.

“heya grillbz, what’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

A snort is his answer, but it sounds nothing like his favorite fire elemental.

He opens up an eye to see you, clad in a button up dress shirt with black slacks, an apron tied around your neck and waist. You look nothing like you did that night, which relieves him so much. There’s a hit of yellow and purple on your hands from the bruises you sustained, he notices, as you clean out a glass with a towel. Your nose is scrunched up from the bad joke he made, a small smile lighting up your face and causing a soft hue of blue to blossom on his face. 

“kid? that’s you?” He asks, opening his eyes fully, now very alert. 

“’Kid’ is not my name, but yeah, it’s me.” You also throw in your name, since you’ve neglected to tell him. Wow, your demeanor has changed completely since the grocery store fiasco, and it’s such a breath of fresh air. It’s nice to see you smile, even if it is a smug smirk.

“well damn, you clean up nice. how ya been doin’? i’m assumin’ the guy hasn’t been bothering you?” At the mention of him you tense, which leads him to backpedal, “wait, shit, sorry–”

“It’s fine! It’s fine.” You cut him off, the smirk having been wiped off your face and replaced with a small frown. “They uh, haven’t been bothering me. Haven’t heard a word from them since what happened.”

He relaxes at this. “good, good.” He breathes, slumping against the counter again. 

“…What can I get ya, Sans?” You ask, setting down the glass you were cleaning and propping your arm against the bar, quirking a brow at him. It’s sassy as hell and it isn’t helping that you’re gorgeous.

“your number.” He realizes what he said in the middle of saying it and slams his face into his palm as you laugh. “…i am so sorry. i’m used to crackin’ jokes like this with grillby.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. What do you really want, though?”

Bless you and your nerves of steel. “uh, bottle of ketchup.”

An incredulous look crosses your face, but you grab one and slide it to him anyways. He twists off the cap and tips it back, almost spitting it out with laughter when you choke.

“Sans, the fuck?!” You stammer, and he wishes he could take a picture of your face because it’s so priceless. Maybe your nerves aren’t as solid as he thought.

If somebody told him six months ago that he’d fall head over heels in love with a human, and a human that initially hated his innocent soul of a brother no less, he’d laugh and call them crazy.

Thinking about it now, it’s not as crazy as it seemed. 

Because with every laugh and smile he gets from you, his SOUL thuds a little more forcefully in his chest, his face a touch blue-r, and he finds himself trying so hard to get them out of you that he doesn’t notice how deep he’s getting into this.

He doesn’t notice until his brother does.

“goin’ to grillby’s, want me to bring you back somethin’ paps?” He asks, sticking his head into the kitchen. Papyrus isn’t as oblivious as everyone believes him to be, and he proves it now as he smiles knowingly at his older brother, which only causes said brother to raise a brow bone in silent question.

“BROTHER, YOU SEEM TO BE GOING TO GRILLBY’S A LOT IN THESE PAST FEW MONTHS.” Papyrus stops stirring the pot of noodles he’s attending to on the stove to look at his brother. He notices, but it’s not like Sans makes an effort to hide it. He can see it in the way that he smiles sometimes when he gets a text from you, or how excited he is when he knows he’s about to see you.

He know what Sans looks like when he’s obsessed about something, or worried, or determined. Papyrus thought he’d seen it all. You’ve brought out a different side of him that Papyrus loves to see, because he look so happy nowadays.

“yeah, so? i used to go everyday when we were underground.”

“SANS, DEAR BROTHER, NOTHING EVADES THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” He exclaims triumphantly, pulling out his best smile. “…I am happy for you, Sans. I hope you bring them by soon to introduce them to me, because I would like to thank the person who has given you so much joy.”

It’s a rarity when Papyrus speaks in a regular volume of voice, and it shocks Sans to his core. “whaddya mean, pap?”

Papyrus laughs, turning back to his pot. “OH BROTHER, DON’T TELL ME YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED!”

“im-pasta-ble, i notice everything.” Sans’ smile turns wicked as Papyrus screeches out a warning to him and then he blips out of the way of the taller’s wooden ladle being thrown at him.

It’s become a habit, for him to watch you as you work. The way you move around the tables at the restaurant, the polite smile you give to the customers and the drastically different smirk you send him when he tosses out a pun, the lingering touch between you two when you give him a ketchup bottle. 

It kills him, in a way, because he knows what he’s feeling. He knows very well what this feeling is. His love life isn’t a very active one, but he does remember a few years back when he used to have a crush on Toriel, and this feels like that except new. It’s no longer a nice thought, but a fire that consumes his thoughts whenever he sees you. It’s not the heat of the blush on his face, it’s the ghostly imprint that your fingers leave on his. His SOUL doesn’t flutter, it beats purposefully. He knows what this is.

However, it’s not him that says or does anything about it.

As your shift comes to a close and he prepares to leave, you stop him. The place is almost empty, just a couple people wrapping up their meals or nursing their last drink. You look nervous, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip.

“what’s up?” He asks, and he almost jumps when you set a hand on ones of his, the one still on the counter top.

“Uh…There uh– There must be something wrong with my eyes, be-because uh–” You clear your throat, and he’s never seen your face go so red, wow. “Because I can’t take them off you?…”

He pauses for a moment before the statement processes through his head and his face goes full cerulean. “uuuuuuhh….”

“What…What I’m trying to say– Is it hot in here? Jeeze.” You tug at your collar, smiling sheepishly. “But uh. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to, I dunno, go see a movie? Or go somewhere for coffee? I’m sorry, I just really, really like you and I couldn’t be quiet about it anymore–”

You stop when you notice his expression. The poor skeleton’s face is completely blue, and his pupils have morphed into tiny hearts. He grabs your hand gently, and before he can chicken out he sputters out a reply.

“yes, hell yes. i’ll uh, i’ll text you later?”

It’s take a moment to sink in but when it does you smile so wide that it triggers his own. “Yeah! That’s cool! I’ll uh, be waiting? Yeah.”

Reluctantly he lets go of your hand and waves with his other, before disappearing and reappearing at the entrance of the inside of his home. 

You asked him out. You asked him out. He’s so giddy, he struts farther into the house and laughs, and it’s such a happy sound. He’s never heard such a sound come out of his body.

“YOU SOUND PLEASED.” Papyrus notes from his spot on the couch in the living room, wherein he’s doing some sort of human exercise program. Sans just beams in reply, hopping up the stairs two at a time to get to his room. “WHAT’S HAPPENED?”

Papyrus knows. He just wants to hear Sans say it.

“bringing them over later this week. you’ll see.”

so.. since me and my friend Masha are sort of developing a story for characters based on us two… *I suppose that’s mostly going to be for drawings and doodles and stuff like that because it’s fun* here is a fictional firebender version of me *named Rikka* and my pet who is like a flying fox:3 *named Tavi* (well why not, it looks like something adorable and which would fit me) (or something like that, not sure if it sounds the way it should in English)

posting here doodles I made for self entertaining so don’t mind me:D


People have self insert x canon characters, be they romantic or platonic. They have them because they are fun and harmless and just really like the character in question. 

People call those people cringy.

But some people, like me, have self insert x canon because it helps us cope with trauma.

When you can have your favorite character love you regardless of your past trauma or self hate, it makes you feel like maybe your not as horrible as you thought you were. They tell you its okay to feel the way you do, that you are not overreacting to the things that traumatise you. They tell you you aren’t your trauma, and if you you can’t find you you are past your trauma that its okay, you have time to figure it out. That, yes what happened was trauma, and no, what happened wasn’t Ok.

Blogs like the imaginary boyfriend Sans blog, or headcanon blogs, or roleplaying blogs help people deal with trauma and/or mental illness by having someone, even if they are fictional, care and love them when it seems there is no one to turn to.

Yes, most self shippers are just having fun. They don’t have trauma or mental illness to deal with, and I’m glad that they don’t.

But some of us use our self ships to cope, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But people still call us cringy, because our coping mechanisms aren’t what they call normal.

Would I still ship myself with Ink if I had absolutely no trauma? Yes.

But it would still be wrong if someone called it “the cancer of the internet" 

Just something to think about

Ok to rb

A Soulmate to Remember chap 9

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,848

Jason was standing outside of the Sanctuary, still speaking with Pastor Howard when you returned, dressed now your favorite sundress. Jason smiled at You and you blushed, Pastor Howard cleared his throat, “Why don’t the two of you enter, the service will begin in a few minutes.”

Jason offered me his arm, and You took it and we walked into the Sanctuary, your first thought was that Jason would lead you to one of the back rows, but to your surprise he took the two of you right up to the front and sat down right by your old Sunday School teacher. She smiled and waved to you before she and Jason made small talk. The small praise band started playing a few songs, having everyone quiet down and either sing or clap along. You may have mumbled along, feeling a bit too embarrassed to sing with Jason by your side.

  The songs ended and Pastor Howard stood up to speak,“Brothers! Sisters! It’s is a find morning to see you all and your smiling faces. I’d like to speak about a closely guarded topic- Soulmates.” Everyone seemed to hone in on him, not wanting to miss him speak on a topic that not a lot of preachers talked on, as Soulmates could match and still be the same sex, resulting in conflict within the church.

“I remember it just like it was yesterday. My family was new to Gotham, I was just a sixteen year old hooligan, my soul mark just appearing a week before. When we came to this church for the first time, the pastor greeted us with his daughter and the first words from her mouth were,"Welcome! We’re glad you’re here.” The words that were scrawled beautifully on my left thigh.“

  "To be honest, my mind went blank, I could not think of a single thing to say,” everyone laughed at his sheepish tone,“So I prayed right then and there ‘Lord, please let the next words out of my mouth be understandable!’”

   Pastor Howard laughed,“Unfortunately for me, they weren’t quite the best with, 'Thank you, glad to be here, I am.”

Everyone busted up laughing,“Thankfully, she was a big Star Wars fan, but more importantly, my future wife laughed and laughed, but gave me a big hug anyway. We had lunch with our very happy families that evening and the rest is history. Now we have two beautiful kids and three adorable grandkids.”

  “I can’t tell you why God decided to allow us Soul Mates. But I know that he wanted them to serve a purpose. Wether it’s to give us the better half to really give us the best life, or a scientific reason that allows us the have the best kids or live longer. Either would work. It always makes my heart very happy when Soul Mates find each other, because I know that they each have someone who will listen and march through this life with them no matter what. Those of you that have found yours, you know this to be true.”

“If you haven’t found your soul mate yet, I just want you to know that it’s okay. Wether you’re sixteen or eighty-eight, your soul mate is just as anxious to meet you, and God won’t let his sheep travel alone, for he is with you and is always working for your good.”

 Everyone either Amen-ed or clapped and you shifted in your seat, they would be winding down now. You’d get the benediction and be able to run away. It’d been a good forty-five minutes, and You were a bit surprised that Pastor Howard’s Sherman was so short. Until he turned to Jason and You with a smile, and dread settled in your stomach.

“Luckily, and I didn’t know this until about an hour ago, a young member of our congregation has found her soulmate! If you two would come forward, please?”

Reluctantly, You stood and dragged Jason to the front with Pastor Howard, he motioned to us,“You all know Miss. Y/N L/N, one of our nursery workers who has grown up with us, and her soul mate Mr. Jason Wayne!”

 Everyone either cheered, or clapped and there were a few Woo-Hoos from the Youth section from the kids that you have know since you graduated from the program a few years ago. You blushed and Jason ducked his head in discomfort, but had that famous Wayne fake smile anyway.

“Alright, Alright,” Pastor Howard waved them off and everyone quieted,“ I think we have embarrassed Asha enough, now receive this benediction….”

   You scurried to your seat, but Jason just sauntered over. Right after the benediction, and a few more songs, those around the two of you swarmed you to give their congratulations. You and Jason stood there for what felt like thirty minutes, but soon, everyone who had come up had said their piece and welcomed Jason.

  You pulled a stand of hair away from my face and turned to him,“Whew! That was a ride…”

“Shall we?” Jason asked offering me his arm, which you took.

“Where are we going?”

“My secret.”

   You grinned, and found that instead of his bike, Jason had opted to drive a fairly nice car, he opened the door for me and you thanked him, and the two of you were off to lunch. He had chosen a fairly well known local restaurant that made everything from scratch, and it was very hard to get a reservation. As you were taken to our seat and handed menus, I peeked over mine at him,“How’d you do this? It takes weeks for people to get a table…”

  Jason smirked,“Oh, you know, names have power. That and Dad gave the owner money to start up after they’d catered a few business meeting and he like the food so much. After it started he, Ma and I came and had lunch or dinner here everyday for a week, and the press caught him here every time. So it’s popularity sky-rocketed. So now, the whole family has at least one table available at all times.”

  You smiled,“That’s a sweet story.”

Jason nodded,“Yeah, those were the good old days.”

  “Since you’ve been here so much, what do you recommend?”

 Jason’s smile slid from a some-what fake one to a genuine one and he flattened my menu and started pointing at different food and why he liked it. By the end of his recommendations, we had basically gone through the entire menu. And when the waiter came back with our drinks we were debating about ordering almost everything on it. But I shot the idea down saying,“It’s just the two of us, we couldn’t possibly eat all of it. I say we just close our eyes and point and leave it to chance.”

 Jason smirked,“I like it!”

 So you did, and Jason ended up getting a Mac and cheese grilled cheese and you got a French dip sandwich. You took one bit of the sandwich and looked at Jason with wide eyes,“You weren’t kidding! This is delicious!”

  Jason beamed,“I’m glad you like it. Here wanna try mine?”

“Only if you get some of mine too,"and the two of you swapped half of your sandwiches for the other and you took a bite from his and giggled after you swallowed,"Geez, Now I can’t pick which is better.”

 Jason talked with you over your meal, mainly about what we did, you told him you didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life just yet so you were going through the community college program for Gotham and that you’d lived here your whole life. Your dad had been apart of the military and your mom was a teacher at Gotham Academy, which you had attended, but not with any of the Wayne children as they had with graduated way before you or had not been eligible due to age.

    You mentioned that you had been apart of the theatre program, Jason got excited and asked you which shows you had been in,“Not a lot. The teacher didn’t like me, so she only used me when she needed me. I did get one lead character my last year though. That was nice. My main focus was the more modern pieces, I struggled a little with Shakespeare and the really old plays like Antigone, but I liked them.”

 Jason nodded,“I’m a big literature and Theatre buff if I do say myself.”

“Really? That’s nice, what’s your favorite?”

“MacBeth is my favorite play, but I do like a good book now and again. Like Pride and Prejudice.”

   You smiled,“Didn’t think of you as a bookworm.”

   Jason shrugged,“Ma wanted me to have some passion, it just ended up being that.”

 The Owner walked up to us with a check, he was still wearing chef uniform as he still like to work back in the kitchen on occasion. He passed us the check and gave us his best smile,“It’s been a pleasure Mister Wayne, however, there are far more people with cameras outside waiting to pounce on you to lovely young people.”

 Jason eyed the door and did in fact see a bunch of people loitering, many more than considered to be normal. You looked back at Jason who placed enough money of the tab and left a tip for your waiter,“It’s been a pleasure as always Mr. Hark, however my lovely lady and I may have to escape the back way.”

  Mr. Hark nodded,“I see. Have a lovely day then!”

 Jason took your hand and motioned with his head to the back and we both raced through the kitchen and barged out of the back. The were pounding footfalls headed your way and Jason scooped you up in his arms and raced around the corner. You squealed in protest but hung into him regardless, and Jason managed to circle around the press and got us back to the car unnoticed. He set me down and opened my door again,“Thank you.”

 Jason leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek,“No problem, doll.”

  You blushed again but then Jason drove you home. He parked the car at the curb and glanced over at you,“Can I call you later?”

  You nodded,“Sure! I’d like that,” You leaned over and kissed his cheek before opening the door and climbing out,“Thanks for lunch and the ride!”

  You waved and turned, Jason pressed a hand to his cheek in shock.

Jason arrived back to the manor in a happy mood. Something that is rare for him, but when he walked into the kitchen he was supposed to see his brothers, Tim and Damian, dressed in suits, Tim looked off-put and Damian looked like he wanted to kill Jason, which was actually normal…

 Damian growled,“This is all your fault Todd!”

  Tim shot Jason a sympathetic look,“Dude. Run.”

  With that, pounding footsteps of heels were heard and all three boys turned to the door in terror. Mrs. Wayne entered the kitchen, her eyes blazing,“Jason Peter Todd Wayne I have been trying for years to get you to go to church with me. Years!”

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Royal Support | FF15 | Angst & Fluff | Bros x OC

A lot of angst.

Triggers: Blood, self harm, depression, self loathing.

Hint the oc is me. This is kinda paired with the post I made earlier you don’t need to read that to read this. But due to the nature of this with the self harm and such I am okay if you don’t read it and skip over it for those who I tagged and those who come across it on my dash. It’s more for my personal relief to get it out of me. I did not fall to self harm today, despite I had moments of it but I didn’t. (go me) I don’t go into super detail about the wounds or blood if you are curious, it’s more of the raw emotions and feels of it all.

Word count: 2,201

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“She’s done it again.” Noctis said softly, padding out of the bathroom of a hotel in Lestallum.

What?” Gladiolus’ voice was first to rise from the quietness of the calm night, it had been a long day of them traveling around they needed a break from this havoc.

“Her legs.  . .it’s bad.” The young prince said softly, wiping some blood off of his hands.

“Is that blood?” Prompto asked, putting his phone down, blue eyes wide with shock.

The King’s Shield was up to his feet in moments once he saw the blood on Noctis, it wasn’t his but his girlfriend’s blood. His heart beating madly in his chest as he made it past Noctis moving to the bathroom looking in the small room. Noctis had her wrapped up in one of the softest towels her pale legs, covered in blood as she was shaking terribly.

“I thought she was doing better?” Gladiolus whispered as his heart was pounding in his chest, not knowing what to do, it broke his heart to see her like this.

“I thought so…she’s been smiling a lot so I thought things were better.” Prompto replied softly, not wanting her to hear, to feel guilty about it he understood what was bothering her.

“This is ridiculous…” Gladiolus muttered darkly under his breath as he pushed into the bathroom as Ignis came back into the room.

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yuafukuda  asked:

sorry if your askbox is full and if it's gonna bother you, but can I request the Paladins with russian (maybe chubby) reader who swears on russian a lot (I'm russian by myself, forgive me for my bad english)

Привет, и все в порядке!

it’s all good; i’m sorry this took a while. my concern is that i forgot most of the Russian i learned so i hope i did your request justice! 

Ty che blyad?” you yell when the Gladiator malfunctioned for the second time that day. The castle was still undergoing some repairs so the training deck was a little wonky. Behind you, your Paladin halts their training, and you can feel their inquisitive gaze settle on you. 

You cross your arms over your ample body and glare at the twitching robot.

Footfalls sound and they come over to ask:


  • “what was that you just said?”
  • when you tell him that it’s a Russian swear word, he lights up
  • “aw man! that’s so cool!”
  • he’ll want you teach him but only when the others aren’t around
  • sometimes, when you walk past the kitchen, you can hear Hunk muttering the swear words you taught him under his breath because it sounds “wayyy more badass.”


  • “did you…did you just swear?”
  • you’ll get a look of disapproval because Space Dad is not into swearing in whatever language, be it Russian or Althean
  • he tries to discourage you on your swearing habits
  • but one day, he gets too close to the Gladiator and spits out one of your swear words by accident
  • he’s been hanging around you too much that he subconsciously picks it up
  • now it’s your turn to mock disapprove him
  • disappointed af at himself but lets you have this moment of glory


  • “uh…oh-kay. What was that?”
  • he actually doesn’t mind you swearing in your own language
  • Keith’s been around a lot of foster homes that he’s heard it all
  • he’ll just shrug and ask what’s the proper pronunciation 
  • would probably let it slip during training and in front of the other Paladins who won’t understand what he’s saying
  • you can’t help but feel a little proud that you manage to corrupt him this way


  • “oh, is that Russian? That’s so cool. Can we like, trade? I’ll teach you some in Spanish.”
  • you’ll both be the couple that swears and speaks in overlapping languages
  • no one can understand the both of you when you guys get too excited
  • Allura has to sit you both down and ask you to repeat what you just said
  • you’ll both bond over the fact he picks up Russian fast
  • you start cussing a little in Spanish as well


  • “amazing! can you teach me some words?”
  • she loves learning new languages and it’s an opportunity for her to pick up Russian
  • just don’t let her swear in front of Shiro ffs
  • Space Dad takes no prisoners when no. 5 starts swearing.
Vegetarian, not Villain

Prompt: Omg dude I am so love omg your soulmate au with Jason. God I love that boy!!! Do you think you could write something like Jason’s reaction to finding out that his s/o is a vegetarian or something lol he’d probably think it’s a crime or something and be hell a dramatic about it idk. Anyways I super love your writing and I’ve read like all your work. I love it thanks!

Thanks for all the Love and OMGs anon, it means a lot. You guys should keep sending in requests! Or prompts, or you know, any ask situations, those are fun and I really want to interact from you guys! The more you interact with e, the more motivated I am.

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

TW: Food Mention

Word Count: 324

You ate your french fires in silence thanking your lucky stars that Big Belly Burger cooked their fries in vegetable oil. You were also not touching the burger in front of you. Jason, your boyfriend of a few months, looked over at you, “Are you okay babe? You haven’t eaten much tonight.”

You bit your lip, if he hadn’t caught on to it now, you guessed you’d have to tell him. “Jason… I’m a vegetarian.”

Jason glanced around with a worried expression in his face, only no one was around you, “Shhh, keep your voice down,” he placed his hand on top of yours and looked you dead in the eyes, “Listen, I’m really proud that you’ve finally decided to try and stick it to the man, but maybe you shouldn’t confess to illegal behavior in public?”

You raised one eyebrow as he picked up on  of his french fries and you couldn’t help but say, “Jason. What do you think being vegetarian means?”  

Jason paused before taking another bite of his own Big Belly Burger, he set it down and looked at you. “Um, like isn’t it like, being like Poison Ivy, hating the carnivores of the world? Have you kicked a puppy yet?”

“No? No!” You laughed, before sobering up to explain… a …lot, “ -and while Poison Ivy is a vegetarian, not everyone thinks like her.  it just means that I don’t… I don’t like to eat meat.” You said, becoming very self-conscious, but you couldn’t believe how stupid naive your boyfriend was. “Well, maybe some fish, occasionally, but yeah, no animal products in my diet.”

“Ohhhh,” Jason said, with a simple smile, “Okay. I get it now,” he pointed to the burger on the tray in front of you, “Then, can I eat yours?”

You laughed before nodded, “Give me the rest of your fries and it’s yours.”

Jason passed you the carton and you tossed the burger to him.


Prompt: “Dude I don’t think you’re alright’ w/ Roy please

TW: Drug mention, 

Words: 720

Dude I don’t think you’re alright,“ You told Roy as he stumbled into the wall of your apartment after a particularly violent mission. You had gotten patched up by the league, but Roy was still a bit worse for wear.

  Roy looked over at you shaking his head,"I’m fine, really…”

   The. He hit the other wall, the one that entered the apartment’s kitchenette. You smirked,“No… no you’re not fine.” You strutted over and roughly took your boyfriend by the arm and lead him to the kitchenette and sat him down at the table. You pulled out the first side kit from the junk drawer and got to work. You pulled out the small flashlight and moved it back and forth, watching his bodies reaction. You had seen enough concussion to know when your  boyfriend had a concussion. “You’ve got a concussion Roy, you need to sit down, come on,” You lead him over to the couch.

  Roy complained as he did,“ ’M Fine, really Y/N, you’re overreacting. I don’t need you to,” You got worried as he stumbled and you tried to keep him awake.

“Roy?” You asked, becoming scared.

“-… to… baby…m… m… me.”

  He collapsed and you started screaming,“Roy?! Roy? Oh my god!” He went down and you did your best to make his fall as painless as possible so whatever was going on wouldn’t be made worse by him hitting the floor hard. You knelt over him and shook him,“Roy?!” You held his head and said loudly,“Roy if you can hear me I need you to respond. Baby do you hear me, I need you to respond!” When you didn’t even get an eyelid flutter, you started panicking. You scrambled towards the kitchenette grabbed the landline and dialed 911. You tired to take calming breaths as it rang, you let out a relieved sob as the operator picked up.

“This is 911, what’s your emergency?”

  “I-I,” You stammered before taking another big breath of air,“ I need an ambulance right away to 12th street, apartment 6A. I… I have a white male, 5-foot eleven-inches, 195 pounds, unresponsive but breathing,” you reached over to Roy to check his pulse,“ His pulse is pretty weak, but it’s steady.” You breathed in and out of your nose, your fear turning your blood to ice,“Please, Please hurry.”

“Would you like me to stay on the line with you?”

You chewed your lip,“No, no, I’ll call to update if need be.”

  With that you hung up on the operator and checked Roy’s pulse again. Your neighbor had heard your screams and rushed over,“Y/N?! What’s wrong?-” they saw Roy and gasped,“ Ph my god-”

 "Go to the Lobby, I called an ambulance, get them up here!“ You ordered them. They turned on their heel and rushed down to the apartment lobby.

    They wouldn’t let you ride in the ambulance with Roy. But they did let you wait in the waiting room. All by yourself, praying that Roy would make it out okay. A nurse had come out asking you about Roy’s medical history, you became suspicious,"What is this?”

“We suspect your boyfriend may have relapsed-”

Your response had not been kind, almost resulting in you screaming at her to be honest, about how Roy hadn’t gone near any drug ever since his daughter had been introduced to you and you had started dating him. Then you sat down on the chair and cried. You looked up when Jason Todd, one of Roy’s best friends came racing in. You leapt up,“Jason!”

  He immediately got you into a bear hug and you sobbed more, “it’s gonna be okay Y/N. it’s gonna be okay.”

  “I was wrong,” you sobbed,“ I thought he had a concussion and I was wrong. It’s my-”

 "No, it’s not your fault,“ Jason growled holding onto you tighter,” no one at the league caught it either, and Roy’s gonna be fine. I promise.“

 Jason sat you down back in your chair, and he patted your shoulder,"Let me get some coffee for us. It might be a long night before they let either of us in to see that idiot.

  You nodded,"Okay.”

  Jason nodded and turned away,“You weren’t wrong, Y/N.” He said over his shoulder, before leaving to get coffee.


Some more photos on the subject of Piri-tan. Eh, the person did that with alot of photos. She takes GerIta photos and edit Italy to Philippines. As well as do …. weirder things.
  Anyways, if you see her art, she’s not capable of certain things, but she could clearly handle herself without poorly made edits. It just sucks that she never gives credit, it’s just all “Look what I did!”  
 Not to mention her “Piri-tan” is mixed into other fandoms and is a TOTAL SElf insERT COUGH COUGH.

How am I Going to Tell Him

request: “how would yoongi react when you tell him that you had an abusive boyfriend before him? one shot pretty please, thanks xx” ~Anon

genre: angst with a happy ending

pairing: yoongi x you

word count: 946

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A/N: So I tried to portray the after-effects of abuse accurately. I have never been physically abused but I know it brings on panic attacks for some people, like me. If you at all feel I inaccurately portrayed something or that anything I included was problematic, feel free to let me know. ~Admin B


The door slammed behind him. Could he possibly be gone forever? No. He was never gone for long. He’d be back in a week; maybe less, maybe more. You hauled yourself to the bathroom, turning the handle in the shower to start the water. Once it was warm enough, you plugged the drain. The reflection in the mirror caught you are. It hadn’t been the red puffy eyes, or the tear streaks down your cheeks that distracted you.

It was the bruises. And the blood.

“Never again.”

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it always will be you, wherever you are - l.h.

summary: you’re lovers that were meant to be, but it was never in your fates to be together. 

warning: sad, slight smut (not even)

word count: 2,487

Everybody has their crisis, whether it’s a car accident, bankruptcy, or the death of a loved one. It’s when something so utterly horrible happens, you know it can’t get any worse than this. It’s when the world starts caving in on you, like four walls that only grow closer and closer until you find yourself trapped in a cardboard box. Your cardboard box was your bedroom, seemingly shrinking in size as you struggled to breathe, with wrinkled shirts clutched tightly between trembling fists.

This was your crisis. It surely could not get worse than this.

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