jeffthekillerkupkake

5 a.m. Oh Jesus was it early. Plopping into your work chair, you leaned over the back of it to pop your back, letting out a pleased grunt when you did so. You weren’t tired. Oh no, how could you be when you were working on what looked like a highly developed machine? In fact, waking up at 5 a.m. is considered late for you. “Please work for me, buddy.” you mumbled as you scanned the robot lying on the table before looking over your shoulder at the pile of various lower quality robots. Taking a screwdriver, and a few wires, you opened the fuse box and began working. A few shocks and sparks here and there caused you to jum

(A/N: Apologies if anyone is OOC. Advice is welcome.)    ~~~        She didn't like it.        Being famous that is.        She hated being on television shows and such, she couldn't stand it. The thought of people being able to watch her movements through a screen drove her close to insanity. She despised having people so close to her, whether it was the people doing her makeup, or the crazy fans that had accumulated through the years. She loathed the outfits she would be forced to wear, as most of them were either insanely ugly, or showed far too much skin for her liking.        Yeah.        She didn't like it in the slightest.

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR UNDERTALE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK *(Y/N)'s P.O.V* Things were getting harder. The puzzles grew more complex, the monsters harder to sweet talk. And without any words of encouragement from Toriel things weren't looking so easy. I had my first fight with Undyne not to long ago, I barely escaped with my life. I had hope that was going to be enough for the old woman to receive my call, but alas it was hopeless. I sighed as I pushed the phone into my pocket as I continued walking through the maze like hallways. Alphys was making a surprising amount of mistakes though I couldn't blame her. This place did look rather

“Uuuhg. Why? This is so…so stupid!” “Because, Bitch-chan, You look very nice~” its was any other day, Laito being a total ass, making you wear a lacy bunny outfit and a pair of high heels. “Now, come here~” Without thinking you took off out of Laito’s room. The black bunny suit made it hard to run in, and the bunny ears on your head kept moving out of place, but Laito haaaad to chain them to your neck, enabling you to take them off. So, in an uncomfortable bunny outfit and high heels that seemed impossible to run in, you made it towards the games room, hoping Subaru would be there. Subaru wa

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdVkBwXb_gY Please listen while you read!) The delicate scent of roses. The caress of velvet against your bare back. The pattering of rain against the window. Crystalline eyes, an ethereal green, colder than ice, skim over your form, shadowed by crimson locks. Nails sharper than needles dig into the tender flesh of your forearm and pinned you in place, submitted you to his control. An array of red and purple blossoms flourish over the once, unexplored plains of your skin. His tongue drags over and moistens his lips. A dangerous, carnal desire burns within his cold form. And you hope for no escape. “

~Third person~ "You're going out again?" Reiji questioned, watching Kanato reach for the front door. Kanato muttered a, "Yes, so what?" before leaving, not waiting for an answer. Kanato had a hobby of going to the bookstore lately. It was nice to take up a new hobby, and reading really helped to calm him down...and that was it, no other reason to go there. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Kanato snuck in through the back window, attempting to avoid as many people as possible. People always gave him a weird look...maybe because of his teddy bear...maybe because of his hair...or maybe because he freaked out on anyone who tried

"What?" You were sitting in a restaurant, out to dinner with your best friend to celebrate your birthday. Your friend, Kanato, had been by your side for a few years now, and while he was a little tough at times, you knew you could always count on him. You knew him better than anyone else, and could always tell what he was thinking. Well, at least you thought you could. At the moment, you were having second thoughts. "I asked if you wanted to go out with me," Kanato restated, giving you a blank stare and rubbing his baggy, tired eyes. Your finger started lightly scratching your fork, trying to ease your anxiety. No one had ever asked you ou