#I lowered the volume but it's still super loud I'm sorry

[gamerbearmira]

HELLO I AM BACK! So sorry for being gone so long I got busy with work and my sister had a baby so I've been super busy but I am back now so... BABY MIRA PART 4!

'Casita did this?!' the feeling of betrayal was overwhelming to Mirabel as she wailed in the crook of her papis shoulder ignoring the way her abuela started to argue with Casita getting no response also ignoring when her mama started to argue with her abuela for being so loud. Casita was one of her closest family members and to hear from her own tiles that she did this HURT. Mirabel didn't understand why? Why would Casita do this to her? Did she not like her anymore? Did she ever like her? Did Casita want her to be different from how she was? What did she do to deserve this?!

"Oh Miraboo its ok Papi's here everything is going to be ok Casita... Casita is bringing food and then you'll be full and then we can go back to sleep you must be so tired Mi pequeña mariposa." Her father says all this in a hushed voice and he starts bouncing and swaying slightly trying to soothe her. The combo makes her stop crying as hard but she was still whimpering 'No, No sleep I need answers! I need-'

"CASITA YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DID THIS!" it seems her abuela has lost all patients as her anger yell cuts through her internal ranting before it really started. The loud noise makes her flinch and she starts to cry softly she feels her papi start rubbing her back as well as the bounce/sway movement he has going comforts her in a way she can't really understand but she stops crying and stops whimpering "Mama I know you're angry but lower your voice you're scaring Mirabel!" Her Mama hisses at her abuela clearly near the end of her own patience.

before her abuela can respond the sound of rushing tiles pushing something can be heard and at the still open door is a serving tray with a bottle of milk it's pushed forward and Casita claps her tiles together saying 'there we are! food for mi pequeña mariposa especial!' Casita pushes the serving tray towards her mama who is right next to abuela near the door as she got closer to her when she started to argue with her about her volume. Mirabel isn't paying attention to that though. She is paying attention to what Casita just said, what Casita just called her, her special little butterfly.... Casita has never given nicknames before.... So Casita does like her? She isn't disappointed and doesn't wants her to change who she is? Then why do this? Why make her restart her life all over again!

Before she could think about it any longer she feels herself being passed from her Papi shoulder to her Mama cradled arms with a rusty ease that showed that though it has been years they never truly forgot how to take care of their baby. Before she can really register the change in position and start crying (why she doesn't know but she's been doing a lot of things for reasons that are unknown to her sooo...) she finds the bottle in her mouth in a rush and a small bit of warm milk in her mouth she finds herself sucking it down on instinct just now realizing how hungry she was. She finishes the bottle quickly almost too quickly causing her to spit up on her mama a little bit as she almost choked herself "oh Mira I'm so sorry you must have been so hungry." Her Mama sounds a little upset but it's not like she knew her youngest would turn into a baby and need to be fed every few hours.

"What do you mean you did it Casita?" She hears her abuela ask Casita in a forceful and angry tone. Casita wastes no time to respond this time

'I mean I used some of the power given to me to undo the mistakes of that." She gestures to the candle with a wooden plank from the door 'Idiot who thinks it's a good idea to hide important information from people. Like the fact that Mirabel apparently does have a gift! Which it still won't tell me what it is!' there's a small angry rumble from the tiles in front of the door they stop after a moment and perk up a bit 'But I have made it agree to a redo! Yes a redo is exactly what we need!' the tiles clap happily together like Casita has just revealed something wonderful. There's a moment of still silence as the ones who can understand what was said soak in what was just relayed to them. Her abuela looks from the tiles to the candle shock on her face opening and closing her mouth unable to say a word.

'I have a gift......' the thought brought Mirabel a tingling feeling all over like butterflies kissing her skin, like ants crawling all over and biting her, like ice and fire coming together to create a burning cold that hurt and soothed all at once 'I have a gift.... Or had? What is my gift! Does it not count now that I'm a baby? Do I have the gift now?' the thoughts were confusing and it all was hard to wrap her head around. This whole situation is confusing and overwhelming and hard to wrap her head around honestly. Her mama starts rocking her slightly, anxious by her own mama's behavior she hears her mama start to ask her abuela what was said but with her belly full and the night's activities the act of rocking quickly starts to lull Mirabel to sleep. Right as she closes her eyes she looks over to the candle and sees in the smoke two little words. Two little words that she's waited 10 years for from that candle.

'I'm sorry.'

OMG HIIIIIIII I MISSED YOU <333

Really I did. Hope you’re doing well and taking a rest from work AND CONGRATS ON THE NEW BABAY⁉️⁉️⁉️

Ok so i read it. SO COOL OMG <3 Ngl I can kinda understand why Alma is yelling, I mean it’s a pretty stressful situation and no one’s clued in BUT then again, you can’t go around screaming. With a baby present, in the middle of the night no less. Aside from that, shout to Julieta and Agustín. They’ve managed to (somewhat) keep it together. Personally, I’d break down crying in confusion 💀

Also Mirabel was so lost. Handling emotions she couldn’t even control. And then they shoved a bottle in her mouth, but you know, she was full and it made her quiet down so whatever. She was probably relieved when Casita didn’t randomly start hating her. And then. The candle. Mf in a redemption arc (as far as I can tell) and I’m all for it.

CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MORE (if you have more <3) RAHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Mirabel to Casita:

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto agustín #de aged mirabel au #de aged mirabel

[missingynnel]

This game is a masterpiece. 

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #glitches #fails #low honor Arthur had a lot of glitches #the gattling gun glitch was SO LOUD #I lowered the volume but it's still super loud I'm sorry #my own gameplay

[sundancetarot]

“Red Lights and a Suit” Kirishima x ENBY Reader // SFW COMFORT FIC

Hey Guys!! This is my first fic- I quite literally wrote it for my partner but if you want some of that comfort Kiri love, THEN COME GET YA’LL JUICE LMAOO

Description: After recieving news at school pertaining to a school dance, Kiri helps lift your spirits.

Pairing: Non-Binary reader x Eijiro Kirishima

Word Count: 2279

Includes: Loving relationship, affection, pet names, hugs, and appreciation.

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"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".

Hesitantly, you grab a shaken Eiji as he steers your blind eye somewhere you've never experienced but, it feels familiar... somehow, but how? Two steps turned into four, four into six, six into nine, and so on.

"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".

You want to see wants behind these hands but your brain is having trouble communicating with your bones. You're not nervous but... envious, in ways. Finally, after your self-to-self speech, your hands lower to come in contact with a foggy image of-

{BEEEEEP}

"SHIT-" That was all that could leave your lips... well, there was also FUCK, DAMN, ASS, and your personal "I've been awakened into a frightened state" favorite- CUNT!

You turn over to your phone to finally shut off the constant ringing of your most recent anime binge watch's opening credits song- not your favorite- your most recent.

After, the all too familiar urge of procrastination, you finally manage to shut off the CORRECT alarm this time. Even so, shutting off an alarm has never had many benefits besides reducing the antagonizing screech of above the volume music... however, until now, you have never been greeted by a sleeping Kirishima on your screen behind the alarm window.

That's right... we fell asleep on Facetime together.

You're not surprised that eventually, you'd have these moments- you find the idea of him next to you somewhat comforting.

His blood red-like hair falling onto his pillow has always been a pretty sight to you. His pointed teeth exposed to you, no one knows what he dreams, as he tends to forget but- the way he smiles, even in sleep... No, especially in his sleep, is behind adorable.

You could see from the angle of the phone he had his red LED lights on the highest setting, (typical, was your immediate thought), he has self-drawn art of him in his Red Riot costume with "MANLY" written in comically large lettering under, above, or to the sides of each portrait, this is too cute.

Eiji mentioned last night that he sleeps without a shirt on, he decided to give you this information the moment you started to dose off. Fortunately, waking up before him grants you the pleasure of finally witnessing his rock-hard exterior (I'm so sorry.).

{BEEEEEEEEEP}

"CUNT-" told you. Once again you mistake snooze for the off option. You pick your phone up off the carpet, after launching it several feet in the air. Luckily, your side of the facetime's audio is off and Eiji didn't hear the exaggerated explosion of sounds.

Picking your phone up off the ground which was disconnected from your charger immediately, makes your gut sink deep into your ass, your brain catches up to what you're seeing and pushes your body to practically fly into the bathroom seeing as you only have 40 minutes to get ready now.

That seems like plenty of time if you would have actually showered the night before. Rushing back into your room for your towel, you place Kiri on the sink's counter.

Starting up the shower was a difficult task when you're removing your clothes at the same time, you eventually set it to the right temperature and successfully remove your oversized hoodie with boxer briefs underneath with ease.

After washing your body, you manage to carefully launch yourself back into your room to moisturize and get dressed- you place Kiri on your dresser with a view of you after putting on your underwear.

"Well- aren't you glowing Bubbles?". That humbled cockiness in a person's tone can only come from one person and only this person can make you jump out of your skin in excitement. You turn to face him putting on his shirt because, unlike you, he takes a shower the night before to avoid a rush.

"fuc- don't scare me like that Red!". You definitely miscalculated the emotion there because that was NOT fear, it was a sentiment of emotions on how what he said made you feel inside. Nearly dropping to your knees you tighten up your composure and continue with your routine.

"Sorry babes, you do look unbelievable this morning though." Blushing was definitely out of the question, ain't nothing burning through that melanin babes. Instead, your stomach burns in butterflies as you muster up the words...

"You missed a button on your shirt, Red.". Cool, that was cool.

No, it wasn't.

You can see he wants to make another remark but you notice the new arrangement of numbers on your clock.

[7:27 AM]

Eiji notices your expressions and the faster tempo in your steps as you go from rushing to being quicker than the speed of light. As you reach the door you hear Kiri clear his throat in a way to tell you about the one thing you forgot... HIM! Nearly, slipping under your bed you grab your phone in one swift motion and bolt downstairs.

You don't have time to eat the breakfast your parents teamed up to make so you grab toast and a Capri Sun, hug your parents, pet Rubble; your St. Benard, and bolt for the door.

You hear Kiri's radio in his car blare indistinctive lyrics from his favorite genre "Rock-N-Roll" (I'm so sorry.). You finally start to make your way to school where you pass the place you and Kiri had your first date.

As you ponder the thought of the first time you ever saw him cry, the moment you saw him smile, and the day he said he's his happiest with you casts an unbreakable spell around you. A spell you would never want an antidote for.

After a handful of minutes, you pull into the parking lot across the street from the UA entrance and began the new day. You walk past your classmates greeted with the usual "Hey, Y/N!". From Shoji, "HEY KISSES!". From the always bubbly Uraraka, "Alright boo, heyyy- AH, mwah!" from your favorite person in this school (besides Red of course) Mina.

Speaking of favorite people...

"Guess who?" A pair of hands appear over your eyes and an obviously forced high pitched voice lets you know exactly who it is.

"Hmm... Koda!"

"YE- wait, huh?" Kiri stands there confused arms unraveled from you. You turn with a gigantic smirk plastered across your face, eyes slanted, with defined smile lines signifying your humorous poke at him.

"Oh- haha, laugh out loud- super manly of you." You can hear his sarcasm bursting through his lips. You quickly place your arms around his waist giving him the tightest squeeze letting him know without words how much you miss him. Almost as if without any effort, he grabs you and lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around him you give him an even tighter hug.

This day, like most, was pretty uneventful so, you zone out... as usual. When you finally come to, you find yourself wrapped around Ojiro's tail, who doesn't mind the immense affection. After your third class period, you meet up with your friends in the cafeteria.

Like any other day, you offer to pay for Uraraka who happily accepts; even when she has enough for a meal you still insist. I mean- why not? Kiri always has your bill.

[2:38 PM]

We finally reach last period and the class president Tenya, announces the school's annual Sadie Hawkins dance. [Brief Sadie Hawkins dance explanation: A dance in a tradition where the girl asks the boy out.]

"Well- what are Y/N and Eijiro going to do?" huh.

"How is Y/N going to ask out Eijiro- they're not a girl therefore how will they find a date to go?" Stupidity graced this one early but, embarrassment graced you immediately.

You couldn't form your words properly to explain or defend, you could only leave. Eiji tries to come after you but you signal him to stay there.

"You're such a douche you know that, right?" Kiri says dropping his almost permanent grin.

"LANGUAGE!" Iida screeches while flapping his limbs completely missing his faults.

[8:13 PM]

You sit in your room foolishly stumped by Iida's uncalled for questions. It doesn't make sense, honestly, you would never let Iida's "no thoughts, just speak" way of speech get to you.

You pause your binge of "Criminal Minds" to go down to the kitchen for a quick snack when you see a bright flare of red pass by your kitchen window wrapping around to the front of your house.

Your immediate thought is that this must be a police car making its way to a crime scene- being a hero in training gave you the instinct of potential bad around every corner. So, this was not a threat nor surprise to you.

{My Red Riot❤️ one (1) new message}

You were wondering where he's been all day. You haven't spoken to him all day, you even tried texting him, and you were left on read by red (I'm sorry once again.) with no response. You are curious as to what he has to say though.

{My Red Riot❤️ : Come outside.}

I won't say I'm nervous but I am definitely confused. I make my way to the front door and take a deep breath while turning the knob...

"Hey, Bubbles." standing there in a grey suit with a red tie, red handkerchief in the left chest pocket, maroon shoes accompanied by burgundy calf socks, and a rose pinned to his suit to top it all off next to his Jeep Wrangler with modified red headlights was your Red Riot.

"We don't need a school dance to strengthen our relationship when we have each other to look at and each other to embrace- I promise to never have this become a rocky relationship..."

You chuckle at the very thought-provoking joke. "... I love you Bubbles." How could anyone be so lucky? You can feel the tears forming already as he walks towards you.

Lifting your chin up to face him he asks you one question...

"Can I kiss you?". You meet his eyes, you feel equal.

"Yes- Of course, you can Red...". He lifts your face up higher and your lips meet he has just confirmed that you are equal- more than partners, but lovers.

You don't know where to put your arms, what to think, or what to feel but it doesn't matter. You feel safe, you feel protected, you are loved.

You pull apart from each other for a moment before getting another quick peck before a grin paints his face, it resembles The Cheshire Cat's smug grin. You don't know whether to be comforted or genuinely terrified by the devilish stare.

"Well- aren't ya gonna get dressed?"

"For?". What has he planned?

"For our Sadie Hawkins- Bubbles, DUH!"

"Oh- I mean, um, YES; of course! Our Sadie Hawkins!". You don't know what he's talking about but, You trust what he does. You rush back inside to my room... time to do the damn thing.

After a while of searching for combinations, You walked out the front door in a black turtleneck, burgundy blazer with black buttons and lining, matching dress pants, and black Doc Martens for footwear to a stunned Kiri.

"Wow- you look... stunning, Y/N." You haven't heard him say my name since we started dating, it's such a genuine feeling. Kiri pauses and rushes back to the car, in a hurry he returns with a small box... this isn't a- right?

Kiri falls to his knee and lifts up the box to a petunia corsage that he slides onto your wrist, completing your look. He picks you up and carries you towards the car door where he reaches out his right arm to open it and places you inside with his left.

The car ride is smooth, no bums in the road and if there were you didn't notice- you could only pay attention to Kiri's presence. You feel a breeze sweep your hand and look down to Red's hand comfortably resting on yours.

He's warm and his hand is incredibly soft definitely the opposite of his Unbreakable form. Being with him in this car feels almost sheltering to you, like a second home of love.

While you were off daydreaming, the car stopped in front of Kiri's house. Your door opens to fully red Kirishima, clearly embarrassed by his blush, you don't react to it much. A sharp feeling strikes your brain as soon as his hand gently grasps yours... you've lived this before.

"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".

Right- your quirk of future vision. It feels dreamlike but as soon as it's put into motion you can pinpoint everything that'll occur after the first stage, it helps with catching villains in the act of their crimes.

"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".

You let down our hands to a bundle of streamers, lights, and a painted canvas of you and Kiri with a message written on the bottom of it "RED RIOT'S REASON TO RIOT". You don't even give yourself time to process before leaping into his arms with a kiss, you both fall back onto his lawn where you spontaneously combust into laughter.

This night has been the greatest you've ever had- he knew your favorite movies to watch, shows to binge, and music to dance to the entire night. He knows you.

"I love you, Red."

"I love you, Bubbles."

⬇️PLAYLIST BASED ON FIC⬇️

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima #bnha #myhero #my hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction #enby #nonbinary

[byemrcriminall]

Steve Rogers — Art

Steve Rogers x Reader one shot

warnings : fluff,bit of cursing,really cringe

words count : 1.1k

a/n : hey! so i’m kinda nervous as it’s my first time posting here and writing in english but i hope you’ll like this one shot! i’m sorry if i made mistakes!! i’m not totally satisfied with the result but well enjoy ig :)

Steve was sitting there, by himself, with for only company the music blasting through his earphones. He really enjoyed staying in this small New-York coffee for hours, simply drawing, lost in his thoughts. The music was probably bothering everyone around him, but no one dared to say something to him and he didn’t even realised it was that loud. Which is understandable, who would tell a super soldier that he's bothering everyone? Well, you did.

You used to come here everyday after work. It was the only place no one told what to do or how you should be. It was really calm, only a few people knew even the existence of the place. That calm and that lack of persons were the reasons you liked that place so much. You could finally be free, even if it was only for a few minutes, they were the best of your days. No noise was there to disturb your thoughts. Everything was so paisible.

But then one day, that super soldier came. At first you didn't say anything about how loud he was with his stupid music. He was pretty handsome, and maybe you were so exhausted that the music seemed way louder than it actually was. But after a few weeks, when you heard some clients talk about how loud the music was, you realised the music was really loud.

So, after thinking about what was the nicest way to tell him to listen to his music on maximum volume and taking all your braveness you finally decided it was the day to confront him. Once you had ordered your usual, you walked toward him confidently. At least you seemed confident but inside you had never been so nervous. You had to admit he was really intimidating and you've never been the kind to talk easily to strangers. But he was so loud when you needed so much calm. So there you were, standing in front of him. He didn't noticed you at first, too busy and too invested into his art. You never had the occasion to see his drawings, but you had to say, they were beautiful. He was talented, like really talented. You were so lost into his piece of art that you didn't realise he was looking at you. But his voice awoke you :

"Hi, can I help you?"

The tone of his voice surprised you. He talked really softly, almost in a whisper, as if you could be scared if he raised his voice even just a little.

"H-hum yeah actually..."

You were still very nervous but not because he was intimidating anymore, just because he was really handsome and nice.

"What's happening?"

"C-could you please lower the volume of your music?"

He seemed pretty confused at first but then kind of panicked.

"I- Oh my god i'm so sorry i didn't thought it was that loud i'm-"

Seeing a man so intimidating so panicked and sorry made you chuckle.

"It's fine don't worry! Just try a bit lower from now."

You gave him a reassuring smile hoping that he'll calm down which he did. He smiled one last time at you before going back to his drawing.

—

From that day, you didn’t hear music from Steve’s earphones anymore. You both smiled at each other everyday and even talked sometimes. And you’d be lying if you’d say you don’t have a tiny crush on the man. Maybe not only a tiny crush if you were fully honest with yourself. He was just perfect : really sweet, funny, adorable, clumsy and handsome.

But then, for a whole week, he didn’t show up. You were kind of worried that something could have happened to him or that he just decided to stop coming here but one day, he reappeared, not alone, but he reappeared. He was accompanied with two friends, they were probably the ones he talked about once or twice, Sam and Bucky if your memories were right. You didn’t wanted to bother them so you just smiled and waved at Steve before going to the counter.

Steve was actually looking for you. He had to admit he missed talking to you during this week. So when he saw you entering the coffee shop i couldn’t but smile to his ears and waving back at you.

“Who’s that?” Asked Sam.

“Isn’t she the girl on your sketchbook?” Noticed Bucky.

“Ohhh yes it’s her! How many times did you draw her? Like eight?”

“So Steve, who’s that mysterious girl?”

“N-no one, I mean just a girl a talk to sometimes.”

“You seem way to happy for her to be no one Steve” remarked Bucky.

“Are you insinuating that captain could have a crush on the girl Barnes?”

“Look how he’s blushing, of course he has a crush on her.”

Steve became even more red. He tried to contradict his friends but only succeed to mumble some part of words.

“I have to say she’s really cute, if you don’t ask her on a date i might do it cap’” tried Sam.

“Shut up” replied Steve with an exasperated voice.

“Does that means you’ll do it?”

The super soldier thought for a few minutes. How was he supposed to ask someone on a date? He has never done that before, you’d probably find him ridiculous. What if you laughed at him?

“What if she doesn’t like me back?”

“What if she does?”

“I never thought i’d say that one day, but Bucky is right. She’s about to leave just go and ask her.”

Steve looked at the two of them and as they seemed way too sure of themselves he stood up and walked toward you. He was certainly more nervous than you were the first time you talked to him. When he reached you, you just had stood up.

“Oh hi Steve” You tried your best not to sound too excited to see him after one week but it was hard.

“H-hi Y/n.” He was really nervous, even you could tell.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

He inhaled one big time before speaking.

“I missed talking to you.”

The smile he gave you warmed your heart and make you really nervous at the same time.

“I-I missed it too.”

“Okay I’m really not used to do this but hum, would you like to go on a date with me someday...? You don’t have to of course I just- I kind of like you so I was thinking I could- or we could-“

“That would be a pleasure Steve.” You took the napkin under your cookie and wrote something on it. “Here’s my number, just text or call me when you wanna have this date”

You smiled at him one last time before leaving. If you were not in public, you definitely would have screamed, and to be honest, he would have done the same.

#Steve Rogers #infinity war #Steve Rogers x reader #avengers #captain america #fluff #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #steve #endgame #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x reader one shot

[byronblogs]

For the Fanfiction thing? If that's still viable... I'm not sure about anything ever. But! Underswap Papyrus gets sick?

Flu Season

Oh my gosh this was so fun to write! I got a little carried away and wrote and edited it in one sitting. I hope you like it as much as I do!

This is the second fanfic in the series of fics I plan to write (the one a week thing) and I have so far enjoyed writing them. I hope everyone likes them!

Go ahead and keep sending in requests, I haven't chosen anything for the coming week yet, so if nobody sends in requests I'll do something self-indulgent.

Anyhow, I'll shut up now. Here's the fic!

    Of all the stupid things for monsters to be vulnrable to, it had to be human illness. Stretch thought grumpily, rubbing his aching skull. Skeletons don’t even have any of the organs to get sick! Magic is so overrated. Thanks to this lack of organs, skeletons were forced to deal with being sick in a different way, to cope with the virus, their magic would send terrible aches and pains through their bones, it made it nearly impossible to function some days. He meandered slowly to his room and shut the door, falling flat on his face on his bed and regretting it immediately as his head pounded sharply in bitter retaliation. 

    “Papyrus!” Blue whined from downstairs, loud as ever. It made Stretch’s skull pound. He loved his brother, he did, but if he wouldn’t quiet down a little…

    “Papy! There you are Lazybones! You are supposed to be going to work right now.” Sans groaned, leaning over the edge of his brothers bed and practically yelling in his face. Paps buried his head under his pillow. 

    “Sans, please quiet down…” He whined out, his bones starting to ache as bad as his head. The tone had Sans worried. 

    “Papy, are you alright?” Sans gently lifted the pillow to see his brother’s eyes scrunched shut in pain.

    “I’ve just got a headache, Sans, just let me sleep it off.” He grumbled. 

    “A headache?” Sans questioned loudly, wincing when his brother flinched and lowering his volume. “Here, let me help.” he removed the pillow and gently placed his hand down on the side of his brother’s skull, lighting up the room with a soft green light as his healing magic kicked in, taking away most of his brother’s sharp headache, leaving behind only the aftershocks of the pounding. 

    “Thank you.” Stretch sighed in relief, sitting up slowly and rubbing away the aftershocks of the pain from the back of his neck.

    “You got sick, didn’t you?” Blueberry frowned at his brother, keeping his volume down.

    “Yeah, it’s… it’s not that bad though, just a cold.” He shrugged, sighing, “You’re gonna be late for work, Sans, you should get going.” 

    “Absolutely not!” Sans cried, “You’re sick, and taking care of you is far more important than anything I could do at work! I’ll phone Alphys and tell her we won’t be in!” He declared, standing up and pointing to the sky before promptly trying to walk out the door.

    “No!” Paps yelped, catching his brother’s wrist, “Really, it isn’t that bad, I was just gonna head out for work now that the headache is gone.”

    “Nonsense! You’re ill and in need of care! It is my job as your brother to take care of you!” Sans stated, poking his brother in the stomach, as it was about as high up as he could reach when the taller was standing (as rare of an occasion as that was). 

    Paps flinched away from the poke, the action sending electric shocks through his spine and making him smile briefly. Sans dropped his hand after his brother stepped back. “No, Sans,I’ll be fine, you should go.” Paps rubbed the back of his neck.

    “Or…” The shorter grinned, a devilish look adorning his face as he came up with a cruel idea. “I could always make you accept my aid.” He stepped closer to his brother.

    It took Papyrus no more than a couple seconds to realize what his brother was talking about. “Sans…” He stepped back, “Don’t you dare do what I think you’re about to dOOO-!” He cried out as he tripped over his bed and fell flat on his back atop the mattress. His soul promptly turned blue and he looked up at his brother.

    “Too late.” The shorter chuckled brightly, pouncing at his brother and getting to work immediately, digging playfully into Papyrus’ ribs. 

    “No! NohohoHOHOHO! Nohot the rihihihihihihibs! Ohohoh gohohohod! Sahahahahans! Stohohohohohop ihihit!” Paps cried out in mirth, curling in on himself and kicking his legs, struggling against the magic that held him in place as he tried to roll away.

    “Let me take care of you without complaining.” Sans demanded stubbornly, fluttering down Paps’ ribs to knead into his magical sides. 

    “Nohoho! Ihihihi’m fihihihine!” He cried, arching his spine and throwing his head back into the sheets of his messy bed. 

    “I’m not surprised you got sick, Papy, living in a room this messy there must be all kinds of stuff to get you sick!” Sans lectured camly, as though he wasn’t slowly dismantling his brother’s sanity. The fingers jumped to Papy’s exposed neck, fluttering around where his ears would have been had he been human, drawing forth adorable giggles. 

    “Wahahahit! Nohoho! Mwehehehe!” it was the laugh, the one Papyrus hated. “Sahahahans!” He whined, trying to shove his brother off and only receiving magic pushing his wrists away gently. 

    “You know my terms, Papy.” Sans stated flatly, digging into his brothers exposed underarms suddenly. 

    “Gah!” He yelped, falling into helpless laughter that only intensified when Sans moved to his brother’s hips. “Dahahahahamnihihihihit!”

    “Language, Pap.” Sans chastised, slipping his hands under his brother’s hoodie and assaulting his spine. This turned out to be Papyrus’ last straw as any sanity he had left disappeared into a puff of smoke. 

    “NonononoNO! NOHOHO! SAHAHAHAHANS! ENOHOHOHOUGH! NOT THE SPIHIHIHINE!” was all he could coherently get out before dissolving into kicking and hysterical laughter, shoving weakly at his brother’s wrists. It wasn’t until Sans leaned his head down and blew a raspberry on his brother’s spine that Paps finally caved. “OKAHAHAY! OKAHAY! I GIHIHIHIVE! PLEHEHEASE, SAHAHAHANS!” Paps had tears running down his face by the time his brother stopped, and he was still laughing when his soul was released and he could roll over. 

    “That’s more like it!” Sans smiled brightly, hands on his hips.

    “You’re evil, you know that?” Paps chuckled, eyes growing heavy. 

    “What can I say, you needed some convincing.” Sans smiled, Paps nearly falling asleep before there was a loud crash downstairs, jarring both of them to be alert.

    “Sans!? Pap!? Are you two lazybones in here!? Why aren’t you at your posts!?” They heard Alphys’ familiar voice call out from the living room, allowing both of them to let out a relieved sigh, Paps falling back down to the mattress. She must have kicked the door in.

    “Oh! Right, I was going to call her!” Sans exclaimed, rushing out the door. Paps listened to the far-too-loud conversation from his place. “Sorry Alphys! I meant to call you! Papy and I can’t come in today! He’s terribly sick and I need to look after him!” Sans called over the banister into the living room.

    “Sick? What do you mean sick?” Alphys’ steps echoed up the stairs as she marched toward the shorter brother.

    “Yes, he had a terrible headache. I had to heal him and then convince him to let me take care of him.” Sans sounded a little concerned. Alphys stormed into Pap’s room. 

    “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting sick!?” Alphys demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

    “I- well…” Paps gulped, sitting up.

    “Wait, convince? How did you convince him? He never let’s anybody help him!” Alphys blinked, turning to Sans. 

    “Oh! He’s just super ticklish.” Sans smiled cheerily.

    Alphys got an evil look on her face. “Oh, is he now?” She turned to the taller brother as his eyes grew wide.

    “Alphys… No. No no no. Not you too! Come on!” He scooted back to sit against the wall.

    “I think it’s time you pay for all of your slacking-off.” Alphys grinned, moving toward him with wiggling fingers.

    “NonononoNO! WAIT-” 

    And once again, the house was filled with the panicked laughter of Papyrus the skeleton. 

#tickle #fanfiction #underswap #papyrus #sans #alphys #fanfic #tickles #requests #sick #undertale

[i-am-amy-amy-is-me]

Ok so I read your last fic and now i'm kind of head over heals for your writing style and had a question (that I guess it similar to another request I dunno you can ignore it if you want.) and a request. do you have any headcannons for the DA and Damien like friendship or relationship or whatever. Second could I possibly request a song fic with one of the markiplier egos and either of these songs (sunkissed by khai dreams, The highway man by loreena Mckennit) Sorry the songs aren't well known.

-holy shit I get asks now-

I apologise for not answering earlier, I’ve been procrastinating busy lately. Thank you for the compliment, it means a lot! I hope you enjoy this. First will come the headcanons, then the fic (with Bing, I decided) under the read more.

DA + Damien headcannons

- DA and Damien are super close. Like, SUPER close. Not romantically involved, just really close friends

- Genuinely can’t remember a time in their life when they didn’t have each other

- Total workaholics

- But can and will throw the party of the century

- Damien is shy, but the second you become good friends (or get him drunk), he practically turns into a puppy

- He’s super excitable. Like, extremely excitable.

- DA is a genius at poker. Will get you to gamble your clothes off your back.

- Might give them back at the end of the night. Probably not though.

-DA is super scatterbrained and goes into hyperfocus a lot, still manages to be one of the greatest attorneys of the region.

- Super cuddly, those two

- Damien says mayhaps a lot

- They enjoy gossiping? Like, you’d never expect it, but after a long day, they’ll just VENT about the idiotic people the two of them met at their job.

- Damien has fallen asleep at his desk, staying up late, trying to do “just a few more papers”.

- DA hates when that happens

- If given the opportunity, would live together or room in the other’s appartment.

- Don’t mind sharing a bed, because again, cuddly bitches.

- Both love their jobs, but also find it extremely tiring.

- To relax, DA takes a bubble bath, Damien reads a bad romcom with fruity red wine.

- DA hates winter, but loves the aesthetic

- Both somehow manage to be organized? Maybe not in the typical way, but you ask them for something in their office and they’ll find it under thirty seconds, even though you can’t see the floor anymore??

“Welcome to Markiplier Manor. We are honored to be able to employ you as a counseling aid.”

“Emotional support human.”

“Wilford, they’re not-”

“Emotional support human.”

The man you had come to know as ‘Dark’ sighed, knowing this was an argument he wouldn’t be able to win. “Anyways, your basic responsibilities will be…”

That seemed like so long ago.

Well, it was.

Taking care of the relationships between the egos, trying to keep harmony in a place that only spoke chaos, was a full time job, and it was treated as such.

Good paycheque, living quarters inside the mansion (in case something happened, which was pretty often), and paid water, heating, groceries, etc. This could be considered a pretty good deal. Just to take care of a few overgrown man-babies? Sure!

“Diva what are yo- DIVA” you ran to the hellhound, snatching whatever she held in her mouth. “Is that.. WILFORD!”

“Whaaaaat?” he whined, taken out of the Agatha Christie novel he was reading.

“Diva can’t eat chocolate! You know this!”

“Sorry”

Third time an incident like this had happened this week.

As I said, pretty good deal.

You pat Diva on the head, ignoring the puppy eyes she gave you, trying to get the chocolate back. She walked away when she realized you wouldn’t be giving it back, jumping out the door to go chase some poor forest critter.

You sighed, dropping the drool-covered bar in the garbage, heading to the Googles’ room. Your socked feet thumped lightly on the dark hardwood floor, an even rhythm in the mayhem this house held.

You sent smiles to all the people you passed, gladly waving as some of them smiled back.

Suddenly you hear a soft music, a cute joyful melody coming out of one of the nearer rooms. Bing’s, possibly?

So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep /Feel the morning through the blinds /I get to thinking ‘bout your sunkissed face /And a quiet place where I could give you all my time /

You thought it was the original, but as you walked closer, it became clear Bing was actually the one singing.

You know I wanna be your rock, my love /You know I wanna be your light /In darkness how you find me just in time /To tell me what I needed to hear /

His happy tone brought an elated grin to your face, his happy self always a pleasure to see amid the murderous bunch.

So if you don’t know what you need /You can leave it all to me /Don’t want you worried bout a thing /I know you’d do the same for me /

You quietly walk into the room, the slightly ajar door letting you know he was open to visitors.

Cuz’ you’re so lovely /You’re so lovely I can’t help but fall for you, love /When you love me It’s so lovely loving you /So lovely loving you /

Sitting over the soft mattress, he stops abruptly, scared by your sudden appearance. “Keep going.” you whispered, barely loud enough for his sensors to pick up, but nonetheless he started up again, his face beaming at the captivated look on your face.

So softly a tender breeze brush against my knees on a summer afternoon /I get to thinking bout’ the hazy days under august shade that i used to spend with you /I didn’t realize it was all I wanted, what I had /My riddled heart I had to cradle back together just to see /It’s all like magic to me /You do magic baby /

He fell backwards into his unmade bed, grasping your arm and making you fall with him. Your quiet hiccups of laughter dissipating through the rays of sun that shone in the window.

When you love me /You’re so lovely /I can’t help but fall for you, love /When you love me /It’s so lovely loving you /So lovely loving you /

His speakers lowering their volume, becoming merely some background noise. He wrapped his arms around you as the controllable blinds closed, and the lights shut down.

So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep /Feel the morning through the blinds /I turn my head to meet your sunkissed face /In this quite place /I can give you all my time /

“Take a nap with me?”

You laughed. “Sure.”

“Have a good nap.”

“You too, Bee”

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