NO BABIES BE TOGETHER KISS KISS DOTN BE SAD RAHHHGGGGH

🥲 NO BABIES BE TOGETHER KISS KISS DOTN BE SAD RAHHHGGGGH

Their lips parted.

Oh, so much dèjá vu

That was it. George turned around immediately refusing to face DreamXD, whose expression had not changed at all. He could feel those all-seeing green eyes pinned on his back.

"Was it bad?" DreamXD remarked, tone as neutral as it could be, as if… as if nothing had just happened.

George threw his hands in the air. It hadn't been bad, it hadn't been good either. It was nothing, that's what it was. It had been just a kiss. He had no idea what he was expecting, a soul-crushing kiss? Something life-changing? It was so quick it had barely been a kiss.

"I don't know," he muttered, "I DON’T KNOW," he said raising his voice. DreamXD took a step back cautiously. He was getting frustrated. What was he even angry at? Was he expecting him to kiss him like he used to? George laughed at his own stupidity.

And now I can feel your love

He turned around to face DreamXD. Sometimes he hated looking at him. The spitting image of… him, yet so distant, so cold, so alarmingly peaceful.

"It's not him, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? It doesn’t feel like him at all," George said, hands shaking as he tried to calm down.

"But... I look like him, I sound like him," DreamXD said faintly.

"THAT DOESN’T MATTER, YOU ARE NOT HIM, OKAY?" George yelled tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t mean to yell. He shouldn’t have yelled. Eyes still watery, he looked up at DreamXD, expecting a fit of rage, a fearful face, or just him gone, having vanished in the wind. But DreamXD just looked… confused, batting those pretty lashes slowly.

"I don't get it." he slowly let out.

George smiled slowly. DreamXD was like that sometimes. An all-knowing creature! To which George had to explain the simplest things. Why do cats meow, why are flowers so pretty, how you can bake bread from scratch instead of spawning it from thin air… In this case, well, a kiss. He sat down on the ground, turned to DreamXD and gestured for him to sit beside him. When he did, George grabbed one end of his cloak and blew his nose with it. DreamXD snatched it back immediately while George laughed, and DreamXD rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have expected you to… to understand or anything. Do you even…? Have you... y’know… you probably haven't-"

DreamXD lowered his head. He seemed to be thinking. Then he smiled. George couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. The sun draped along those broad shoulders, highlighting his golden hair and making his freckled skin look like a starry sky. George sighed at such a sight. It was funny how his surroundings changed with him, DreamXD smiled and it all felt warmer, more colourful. DreamXD stared at a blue butterfly resting on his finger that George had not noticed until now.

"I did, once..." he exhaled. George looked at him astonished as if he couldn’t believe DreamXD had loved before. It made sense, he had lived for so long, yet…

"George,” he said pointing a finger at him noticing his surprised look, “gods can feel that way too, we are not so different."

"Okay no, that’s not what I-"

“Wow, you really assumed you were my first kiss? Come on George…”

“NO, I-”

DreamXD giggled and looked at George tilting his head slightly.

"I’m messing with you. God, you look so stupid,” he said lovingly, carefully brushing George’s fringe out of his face, his fingers slightly skimming George’s forehead.

Your temporary touch

“It’s okay,” he dropped his hand to his lap, “Yes George, I fell in love once. I can do that by the way, it happens,” George rolled his eyes, “He was…” His smile started to fade, “He was…”

"What?”

“I don't… I don't remember. I don’t even remember his voice,” George looked at DreamXD’s face. He looked like was struggling to grasp his thoughts, his eyes empty yet full of sorrow. “I just remember what it felt like being around him, holding him close, saying his name. What was his name?"

DreamXD stopped speaking, lost in the thousand thoughts that mind held, while George wondered if he was going to end up living the same tragedy, loving and being hurt. He had already had so much and lost it so quickly. Was it meant to be that way?

It’s a hit and run

"A curious thing, a kiss,” DreamXD interrupted the silence, snapping George back to reality, “humans feel closer to heaven, yet beings from the heavens feel so…human, so vulnerable..."

George took a deep breath. As embarrassing as it was to admit, it used to feel like that. It was as if the shape of his hands had been imprinted into George’s, his scent, his kisses peppered across his cheeks… George shook his head. That was cringe.

You go back there when you’re done

As if DreamXD was reading his thoughts he just said, "Maybe it is meant to be that way. Love being a constant agonizing what if. I don’t understand why, though…”

“Me neither. Maybe it’s about the yearning? I don’t know,” George replied. Yearning… He didn’t like the taste of that word in his mouth. He needed to change the subject quickly.

"What happened to him?" George asked with a voice that didn’t come out as his.

"I wish I could remember George, I don't... I don't know... " he said with a sad sigh.

The sun was setting and to George, it all felt incredibly silly. The way he was talking about boys, like a lovestruck teenage girl, with god himself. George couldn’t repress a smile.

"I haven't felt like that in a while," DreamXD just snatched George’s thoughts from his head and said them out loud. George looked at him, and it all froze for a second. DreamXD was nervously fidgeting with his hands, not looking at George. George grabbed his hands, and those eyes finally met his own.

“I feel that way with you,” once more George thought it and DreamXD whispered it slowly like no one else was meant to hear, just George.

And then he leans in. And he cups George’s face in his hands, and George knows he’s kissing god but it’s surprising how different it feels. It’s nothing like the first time. This is not DreamXD pretending to be him and kissing George to see if he unlocks a memory, or missed him still. It's just him kissing George because he wants to. And it's him. And their noses bump. And they giggle between kisses, and it’s all so perfect, and all thoughts seem to have disappeared, and the only sound George can hear is his own heartbeat.

DreamXD starts to pull away and George’s mouth chases those lips like it’s a need.

Don’t you want some more?

DreamXD is still cupping George’s face in his hand, slowly dragging his thumb along George’s jaw. And George closes his eyes, and he holds DreamXD’s hand in his own. He opens his eyes and meets DreamXD’s smile. It’s a sad little smile that holds all the truths George would have rather ignored. And George hates it, and he wishes he had never opened his eyes. And he doesn’t want DreamXD to speak, he wants to stay there with him in silence. But he says it.

"I love you, George. But you are not mine."

HORRORS SO SWEET 😭😭😭😭😭

oh, this might he an idea only i've had!

the boys with a bartender s/o

i'm talking long-ass shifts, staying up til no-fucking-thank-you o'clock, that stuff

Sans: He gets constant laughs out of her. He's always the life of the bar, but anyone who knows him can tell he's trying extra hard around her and using only his best terrible jokes. The bunny monster who used to crush on him has stopped vying for his affections, because she can tell he's completely got his heart set on Mc. Though Mc still does have to harass him to pay his tab, his jokes have her ducking behind the bar to snort, or spilling drinks because she's not concentrating. He feels like he's won when she puts her head in her hands and tries to disguise her smile with a groan.

He goes there entirely for her. He used to go for the terrible food, but now he shows up for almost every shift just to see her. Grillby swats him over the skull and tells him to stop 'swooning over the staff'. He loves her smile and her eyes, he loves the way she talks to him, how she's not afraid to cut him off or dob him in to Papyrus over the phone. He has a shitty sleep schedule anyway, he doesn't mind aggravating her until the early hours of the morning.

Red: She's got a bit of a schoolgirl crush on him. He's funny, he's hot, he handles his alcohol like a champ, his flirtation is genuinely flattering. Despite looking like the sort who would grope her, even when he's absolutely shitfaced he's never leery or gross, he never makes her feel uncomfortable. Shitfaced Red makes her feel extremely pretty and interesting. One time when he was drunk, she spotted him nearly ogling her butt, but then quickly turning his eyelights up to the ceiling at the last second.

He also actively defends her at the bar; he throws hands with the idiots who get aggressive, to the point where people don't bother her anymore if Red is at the bar. The relief on her face when he takes a seat is clear as day.

... Look, he's not the kinda guy who fools himself into thinking the sweet smiling bartender genuinely likes him. But he can tell she does prefer him to the other guys. Any time things are slow, she'll come and talk to him, picking him over all her other regulars and even the other staff. It's his favourite place for a reason.

Skull: Not gonna lie, at first, she had really bad vibes from him. He'd stare at her for hours, get one drink, then stare for another few hours. She's had more than her fair share of weird guys who think they're her boyfriend because she used her customer service smile on them.

... One night, she was closing up the bar. Someone followed her out the door and cornered her, grabbing at her and not taking no. Skull showed up and knocked their fucking teeth out. Then, like the big quiet gentleman he is, he walked her to her car; once he made sure she was safe and okay, he left without a word.

Now he's her certified favourite. He's welcome anytime, and he gets drinks on the house. On top of that, now she knows he's not a bad guy, she's started looking past his scary exterior- and she's beginning to realise that underneath all the silence and scars and spooky glares, he's actually a big cute softie.

FAN FUCKING FINNALYB

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Fake fic titles INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drown me ink

You can't change what's been carved in your soul

Pull my frown upside down

Cursed are the one's that twist the tale

Reflections

A bunch of amazing titles but I picked the one that gave me the most angsty feels LOL

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You Can’t Change What’s Been Carved in Your Soul

[752 words] [angst, self hatred]

Wilbur is a giant.

Overprotective and loud and overbearing.

He knew he hurt Tommy that way, being too much at all times. And yet he could never part from the little human, too close to him now to separate their bond. They were like brothers, it would kill Wilbur to leave like that.

But his claws were too sharp and he was afraid to hold Tommy. And his voice boomed and he was too afraid to talk to Tommy. And his steps echoed infinitely and he was too afraid to walk to Tommy.

It was all too much to bear.

He wanted to tear his soul out of this giant body, it’s dumb and fumbly steps, it’s piercing high voice, it’s sharp claws, and especially it’s urge to swallow Tommy whole.

It was only once Wilbur had brought up the instinct to Tommy, and the human curled up in disgust. The thought of being covered in saliva and in such a cacophony of sound inside someone’s organ was gross to him, where it was intimate love to Wilbur. It broke him.

He couldn’t take away that he was a giant, no matter how soft and human he acted. He’d always be the monster he was born as.

Wilbur hated himself. So much.

“Wil,” the human nagged at him.

“What child?”

“Oi!” Tommy huffed, “…You’re actin’ all weird. It’s not like you to be so quiet. What’s up?”

Wilbur had been found out, “Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not fucking nothing. You’re miserable, Wilbur.”

He bit his nails which had been torn down to the skin, “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

“Wilbur!” Tommy shouted now, “Tell me. Now.”

He hesitated, “I… I feel awful,” he regret saying it immediately, seeing Tommy’s expression turn to a frown.

The human stepped forward to him, and placed a hand on Wilbur’s arm, rubbing comfortingly, “Tell me about it, Wil.”

It made his mind shut down, suddenly he was sobbing loudly, and probably hurting Tommy’s ears again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Woah- it’s okay big man! It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I hurt you, it’s all I do-“

“Hold the fuck on,” Tommy stopped him, “That’s what you’ve been fuckin’ doing. Fuck, Wilbur you’re not hurting me! You’ve never hurt me. If it’s about the damn volume it’s fine, man, I just poke fun at you cause we’re like that.”

“B-but,” Wilbur sniffed, “You cringed at the… when I-“ he couldn’t get out the words. He wanted to explain how deeply close he wanted Tommy to be, literally and metaphorically. He wanted to hold Tommy inside him, cuddling him in the most extreme way possible. That’s how much he loved his brother.

“Woah-“ Tommy was in Wilbur’s hands. Oh fuck. Wilbur couldn’t help himself. He looked delicious, and so upset all because of him.

His instincts cried, ringing louder than they had ever in Wilbur’s ears, piercing and bloody.

Surely this could explain without words, they cooed.

So, without letting himself think too hard, he shoveled Tommy into his mouth, tears streaming.

The human panicked, struggling against a tongue that was intrusively licking stripes along his body now. Teeth clicked firmly behind him, and his vision went dark.

Tommy briefly recalled a previous conversation and felt weak as he squeaked out, “Am I safe?”

A positive hum responded to him, vibrating against his body weirdly. Tommy laughed under his breath at the sensation and felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Okay. I still say this is kinda gross. But whatever.”

The appendage squished Tommy between a wet hug, pressing rough into his body. He sighed and let into the embrace, wrapping his arms back around the tongue. A deep humming- no, purring, now filled the slobbery room.

Tommy let his body glide down, meeting the back of Wilbur’s throat. It looked like a tight squeeze, but Tommy thankfully wasn’t claustrophobic.

A few swallows and the embrace of the esophagus drug Tommy’s body down. He could feel Wilbur’s hand slowly tracing over the small bump that was the human.

Eventually the squish was over and Tommy slipped into an open area. The storage was roomy enough, at least for one person, and Tommy felt fairly comfortable. It was very warm, and the air might be a bit sticky, but Wilbur’s purring wouldn’t cease, so the human could cope.

If Wilbur was happy, so was Tommy.

And Wilbur never felt happier.

Maybe he couldn’t change himself, but he could learn to love the way he was.

Very big boi eeeeeeee.

*runs away screeching*

big chunky red

HE SSI SILLY OML

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