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It seemed that lately Sans had been avoiding you. After 3 months of dating, you were scared. What if he didn't like you anymore? Had you done something wrong? When you'd sit down with him on his mattress, he wouldn't sit there for more than a minute before shooting you an uneasy smile and rushing out of the room. When you told Papyrus, he told you not to worry. "Sometimes Sans just gets to where he needs some space." He ended up explaining countless times to you. But this had been going on for a week or so. It didn't seem normal, especially since you've known him for half a year, and nothing like this had happened. One day on a cold winter

You knew the skeleton had a job (several of them, actually), but this was not the job you were expecting. You walked over to the hotdog stand and your smile grew a little as you caught the pun master's eye. He sat on a stool, probably because he didn't want to stand for too long. You shook your head as you made it to the stand. "Sans, are you kidding me?" You gave him an unamused look. His smile only grew, as he took out a fresh hotdog and began fixing it up for you. "i'll be frank, ___." Oh no, what did you do to deserve this?! "i have more experience in this job than you may assume. i am so good at this job, that not only do i make hotdo

Mornings could be the most heavenly moment of the day, a beginning to a chaotic day or anything in between. You personally enjoyed almost every morning, except for which left little time for early kisses. If someone asked you to describe a morning with smells, sounds and other senses, you would probably answer: coffee, silence and Francis. Francis was of course, well, the only person who could so completely fill your senses. His touch, the feeling of his breathing against your neck. It was one of those mornings. Such tranquility after a stormy night that was by no means unpleasant. The bed sheets were carefully draped over you since you had

            “Genos! Genos, come quick, I need help!”              “With what?” The blonde cyborg peeks around the corner to sneak a glance at you, only to see you struggling with some device on the kitchen countertop. Your arms are flailing wildly as you bang the shiny metallic mechanism on the marble table, your (hair color) locks bouncing up and down in accompaniment with your stressed movements.                “Genos, this is a disaster! Get over here right now!”              “Are you sure it’s really a disaster?” He deadpans. “Last time you said that running out of Nutella was

“Sherlock Holmes! Put your trousers on!” A man commanded firmly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. You looked up from the floor where you were cleaning it on your hands and knees. You poked your head in the room. A man was wrapped in a sheet. A blonde man sat beside him on the couch and two more men were on the other couch. The man in the sheet glanced at you and smirking, he winked. You quickly ducked back behind the wall, blushing furiously. You were surprised to hear your heart pounding in your ears. “What for?” The man called Sherlock asked. “Your client” The first man said. Then you recognized his v

You adjusted the glasses on your nose and leaned in to look through the microscope again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pulled them off completely, microscopes are not particularly friendly to those with glasses and in truth you really only needed them when you were tired. The slide with blood came through clearly this time and you scribbled some notes on a pad next to you. You were the top forensic blood spatter analyst in the UK and it kept you rather busy and alone most of the time. Honestly that was how you preferred it, the living were cruel and overly complex and the dead were quiet and, frankly, simple. When your jazzy ringtone

(Tokyo Ghoul) Ayato Kirishima X Reader “A~ya~to~ Get off my couch” You drawled from the corner of the room. “No. Stop being such a whiny little bitch, Aho (Name)” He scowled refusing to move. You stalked towards him like a cat chasing a mouse and pounced, draping your arms around his neck as he flicked through the channels absent-mindedly. “But Aya-chan~ I’m lonely~” You whispered in his ear, smirking as you felt him shiver. “Call me that again and I will kill you. Take your filth hands off me.” You swore he was tsundere. But oh well he was much more fun to tease that way (even if you did

**************Trigger Warning: abuse mention!*************** "Alright, today we will be learn the spell Riddikulus!" Lupin exclaimed. I froze in my seat. I look up at him and wonder how I never noticed the chest in the front of the class. "No. no. no no no no no" I whisper to myself. I see Fred look over at me and furrow his brows. "Are you okay?" he mouths. I smile and nod, and he reluctantly turns his head back. "Anyone want to go first?" Lupin asks. No one stands. "(M/N)! Why don't you come up?" I freeze. "Uh...um..." "Oh come on, don't be shy!" I nod, wincing at the thought of my boggart. I stand in the middle of the class and clut

A/N: okay there MIGHT be kisses here who knows Key: in description Sorry if I made Altair ooc. --------   Sunlight peers through the window of the room, hitting (M/n) in the eye. He squeezes his eyes shut and opens them, blinking to wake himself up. He looks up at the body holding him, seeing his features better. His sharp jawline, the scar on his lip, the stubble on his chin. He was beautiful. Wait… did he really just say that? (M/n) called Altair – master assassin – beautiful, and yet… he doesn't feel weird saying it. Because honestly, he is. He stirs and gets out of bed, stretching. He wipes his sleep filled eye

You were standing outside Leonardo's shop, waiting for your friend to open. You were supposed to get a painting from him for your mother. She loved Leonardo's works, she admired him greatly. You did like Leonardo but only as a friend, and he treated you only like a sister. Besides, you had a fiance. Well... at least you had him few hours ago. Vierri always was telling you you're the most beautiful woman he have ever seen, that he's madly in love with you, that he would do everything for you and he will love you no matter what you'll do. But when you said 'no' when he asked you to... well, spread your legs, he showed his true self. Short story