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indiaalphawhiskey · 3 years

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GAPT Snippet #5

Bonnes fêtes! 🎄 (Snips 1, 2, 3, 4)

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“To Our Dearest Josephine,

Congratulations on getting accepted into your PhD program.

We always knew you could do it.

Love, Dads”

Louis ducked his head a little, swiping at the corner of his eye as subtly as humanly possible. He would be embarrassed, if not for the wholly unsubtle Harry-esque sniff coming from his left.

Some things never change, he thought, as he swallowed a giggle and looked up at where his daughter was folding the card closed carefully, across the picnic table.

“Can I just say,” Jo said, leveling both her fathers with an unimpressed stare. “That the only benefit of being a child of divorce is supposedly having parents that are fully committed to buying your love and loyalty?” She held up the gift, smirking jokingly. “And now you’re sharing presents?” She looked over at her twin who was also shaking her head at them disappointedly. “The audacity!”

“Shameful, honestly,” Stevie added in agreement. “I mean,” she continued, counting off on her fingers, the green of her eyes glittering. And after all these years, it still boggled Louis how the twins were a dead ringer for Harry, even though all their children were adopted. “One birthday party every year, one for graduations—”

“Just the one present each from Father Christmas,” Noah piled on, his cheeky dimples out on full display, and maybe it was the heart-eyes every dad had for their son, but Louis had to admit that Harry’s dimples coupled with Louis’ blue eyes really were a killer combo. He said another silent thanks to the heavens that their eldest was as sweet as he was – no penchant for heartbreaking of any kind, whatsoever, bless him.

Harry scoffed, indignant. “He’s only got—”

“‘He’s only got the one list,’” all three recited snarkily, and their perfect imitation of Harry’s extra-low baritone made Louis snort loudly. It earned him a glare from his ex-husband.

“Sorry,” he whispered to Harry, not meaning it in the slightest. He shrugged one shoulder up and gestured to the kids. “It’s just that they do a very convincing you.”

Harry’s pout hadn’t changed after all these years either.

“Not to mention,” Stevie continued. “A whopping total of zero brand new cars when we’d all started to drive—”

“Nary a one,” Jo sighed.

Harry turned to Louis and rolled his eyes. ‘Nary,’ he mouthed silently, smirking. Jo had always tended to connect with her inner Shakespeare when she was feeling extra dramatic.

“Even after all those subtle hints I dropped for a Jaguar,” Noah tsked, though the effect was decidedly dimmed by the way he couldn’t swallow his smile. “We were the joke of the divorced children’s club at school.”

“A laughing stock, really,” Jo agreed, batting her lashes playfully at her dads.

“I tried to tell ‘em that,” Niall said, grinning over the lip of his beer bottle, from where he was standing behind the twins. “But your dads were all ‘No, we’d rather ‘be there’ for our children,’ support them, such and such nonsense.”

“Mm,” Zayn hummed nonchalantly. “The song does go ‘Kids don’t like love, kids like cars and money.’”

“Really, am I the only one itching for Jo to open the damn present?” Liam asked. He gestured towards where she was toying with the edge of the perfectly intact wrapping paper. “I really wanna know what it is!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll open it,” Jo giggled, starting to tear the wrapper. “And if it sucks,” she said, smirking at her fathers. “My godfather’ll get me a car, won’t you, Uncle Niall?”

Niall gave a vague hum in answer as Louis grinned back at Jo, his tongue between his teeth. He jutted his chin toward the half-opened gift. “You are going to feel like such an arsehole when you see what it is.”

“Are dads allowed to call their offspring arseholes?” Stevie asked.

“When their kids are being total arseholes?” Harry said, holding his hand out to Louis for a low-five. “Absolutely.”

Louis laughed as he slapped Harry’s hand. Smiling, he held Harry’s gaze, counting out softly, just for the two of them, “Three… two… on—”

“Oh…” Jo said, her voice hitching. “Oh my God.” They both turned to face Jo, who looked up at them with wide, glistening eyes, her surprised gaze drifting down towards what was in her hand before shooting back up again. “Is it…?”

“A first edition,” Louis confirmed softly as she fingered the gilt lettering, tracing the capital L of ‘Little Women’ lightly, reverently. He looked at Harry, whose nose was already pink again. “We promised ourselves we’d get it for you, when you wouldn’t stop going into that bookshop on Camden.”

“Every fucking day for a year,” Harry chimed in, trying to hide the wobble in his voice with a laugh, though he still had to swipe under both eyes quickly. “When you were eleven.”

Louis’ eyes softened and, unthinking, he placed a hand on Harry’s knee under the table, swiping his thumb against the rough fabric of his jeans to soothe him. They shared a sentimental smile that lasted about .02 seconds before Jo launched herself at them, gathering them both in the tightest hug one could possibly muster with the width of a picnic table between them.

“Thank you,” she sniffed, overcome. Then, she buried her nose in Louis’ neck, just like she used to and Louis… Louis melted – fully felt his heart pool in a puddle of goop on the grass as his arm circled around her waist.

“You’re welcome, darling,” he whispered into her hair, just as Harry added, “We’re so proud of you, Panda.” He gifted Louis with another gentle, secret smile as he said, “You did it.”

They nestled into the hug for a little while longer, before Stevie began to pull Jo back by her shirt.

“Alright, break it up, break it up!” Stevie called out. “Can’t have everyone thinking I’m not the favourite.” She grinned evilly at Louis and Harry once they were free of Jo, her gaze knowing as it followed the line of Louis’ arm to where it had disappeared under the table, a tad too far to be resting on anything but Harry’s knee. Louis shook off his rising flush, staunchly refusing to be embarrassed by his twenty-seven year old and her all too in-the-know eyebrows.

Still, he subtly pulled his hand away, but not without smirking back at her, and narrowing his eyes in challenge.

‘Flirt’, she mouthed gleefully, to which there was really no wittier reply than for Louis to stick his tongue out at her like the highly respected tenured professor he was. (Clearly, those six or so extra years of schooling really were worth every penny, if he did say so himself.)

#GAPT AU #GAPT snippet #i am a glutton for punishment #starting another project

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giggly-squiggily · 4 years

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The Great Camping Tickle War!

A/N: Heyo! So after many lovely request from these wonderful anons, I present to you; The Great Camping Tickle War! I hope you guys like it!

The day started like any other. The squad had set up camp in the wild area when Sword decided she was feeling extra. Putting down her Pokedex, she stood up on her tippy toes and snuck over to Bede, who was currently distracted by his fairy Pokemon.

“You did great today, Hatterene. We’ll work on your speed some more la-AH!” Bede let out a loud, tepig-like snort when he felt Sword’s teeth on his neck, giving him a raspberry/nibbly combo. He hit the ground, a few residential giggles escaping his throat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. Above him, Sword was in stitches, glorious laughter escaping her lips as she doubled over. “Ha ha! I got you good! Muahahaha!” Sword whooped and cheered as Bede rolled his eyes at her childish victory.

In the background, the rest of the squad watched on, used to Swords antics. Hop, who was a laughing mess at Bede’s reaction, got up and high fived the cheering girl. “Man, Sword! You got him go-Eep!” Hop yelped and danced away when Sword’s devious finger prodded his ribs. She laughed again and raised her arms in victory. “I am the supreme tickle monster! No one can defeat me!”

Marnie, who was finishing up feeding her Morpeko, raised an eyebrow at this. “No one can defeat you, eh?” She asked calmly. Sword grinned and met her gaze, brown eyes bright with challenge as she raised her hands, wiggling fingers ready. “Bring it on, Marnie! I can defeat all of you in one fell Swo-AAHH!” The girl let of a shriek when Marnie straight up shoulder checked her, knocking her to the ground. Before Sword could do anything, the punk girl was already on her, fingers diving into Sword’s armpits. The self proclaimed “tickle monster” let out a loud, hilarious squeal and thrashed under the other girl, laughing hysterically. “MAHAHAHHAHAHHAARNIE!” Sword cried out, tears dotting her eyes. “Not so undefeatable now, are you?” Marnie asked, her blue-green eyes mischievous.

Behind Marnie, Bede kneeled beside Swords flailing legs and grabbed a foot in an arm-lock. “That is it! I have had enough of your endless surprise tickles, Sword! Now die!” He cheered before yanking off her shoe and scribbling all over the girls foot. Sword shrieked with laughter, thrashing even more under the two ticklers. “NAHAHAHAHAOHOHO! NAHAHAT MA FEHEHEHEHEHET!” She begged.

In the background, Shield shook his head good-naturally before going back to his task. He was organizing his bag. “Let’s see here, berries, poke balls, poti-AH!” Shield yelped loudly when Hop’s devious fingers dug into his sides. Above him, Hop giggled evilly. “Hehe! No one can escape the devious tickle war!” Shield could only laugh as Hop pushed him down on his side, hands digging in at every tickle spot.

There was a roar, and Hop looked up to see Sword had broken free from the tickles, jumping to her feet and doing her best Raihan imitation. “ROAWR! THE TICKLE MONSTER LIVES ON!” She shouted, raising her arms to mimic dragon claws. Bede, who had the common sense to protect himself, immediately grabbed Marnie and put her in front of him. “Take Marnie! She’s the sacrifice!” He said, trying and failing to hide his laughter. Marnie let out a feigned cry of “Nooo!” of terror as Sword attacked, knocking all three to the ground. The pile of tickly laughter filled the air as Sword attacked both Bede and Marnie at the same time, laughing all the way.

Hop giggled at the sight, failing to notice Shield’s hands reaching for his foot. “AH! Shield! NOHOHOHOO!” Hop squealed and fell forward as Shield dug in, giggling like a child at his rivals cries of mercy. “No-way! You deserve thi-ehehhahahhah!” Shield yelped and fell forward when Hop dug into his knees. Soon the two were in their own tickly pile of chaos.

Eventually the laughter died down, and tickles slowed to nothing as everyone gasped for breath between residue giggles. Hop let out a breathy laugh and laid beside Shied, who was wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “That was...too much for me..” Shield said, his face flushed a warm pink. Hop grinned.

In the background, Sword, Marnie, and Bede were more or less piled on top of each other, all breathless and giggly. Bede had tried to move, but gave up the effort. Sword laid her head down against Marnie’s chest, falling asleep pretty much immediately. Marnie ran her fingers through Sword’s messy hair, laughing at how easily her girlfriend could relax. “That took an unexpected turn.” She said to Bede. The fairy trainer let out a rare, easy laugh and ran a hand through his fluffy hair. “Yeah...let’s not do that again.” Marnie snorted, and they both shared a laugh as Hop and Shield dragged themselves over, rejoining their friends.

The night was filled with full bellies and warm laughter over childhood stories and trainer mishaps. It was a great night for everyone.

I hope you guys like it! XD

#Pokemon #Sword and Shied #Sword #Shield #Hop #Bede #Marnie #tickle #I had a blast making this!#It was so fun to write!#Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!#sfw tickling

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sunshineandfangs · 5 years

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Klarosummer - Charity Car Wash || Berdinak Gara

@klarosummerbingo

Brief mention of Damon’s abuse of Caroline (Yes, I will hold that against him for all eternity.) But it ends on a pretty shameless fluffy note for Klaroline.

Caroline grinned, feeling much more like herself than she had in a long time, shoving flyers into people’s hands with aggressive politeness. Chirping that she expected to see them all at the Sexier Suds Car Wash! (Sue her, she was re-branding an old name. She had been at the head of both versions and thus had full authority to allow it.)

Not too long ago it would have been unthinkable that she could find her happiness in NOLA.

And yet...

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Six Months Ago

Caroline could feel hot pressure burning behind her eyes, bit her lip, hard, to stem the release of any tears. For all that she had sensed the distance growing between she and her friends, never did she think it would come to this. But without her even really noticing the bonds between them had torn and worn away.

She smiled bitterly to herself. Fighting one Big Bad after another, always seemingly scrambling for survival. She guessed that didn’t leave much time to actually work on relationships.

Bonnie who was a friend, but not her best friend. Tyler now just another mark on a long-list of ex-boyfriends who found more important things than her. Matt, human Matt, that pulled away from everyone, just wanting a normal, peaceful life. And Elena...

Elena and her Salvatore drama, who sneered at and guilted her for her confused feelings for Klaus yet turned around and slept with Caroline’s rapist without batting an eye.

Her once iron clad plan to attend Whitmore with Elena and Bonnie at her side was in tatters. Weakened bonds she could have handled, she would have smiled and borne it, no matter how it might have hurt her. Because she was loyal. And they were her friends.

She hadn’t considered how little regard they had for her. Concocting yet another “Subdue Klaus” plan (nevermind that he had left the friggin’ state) a plan with even less forethought than usual and endangered not only her own life, but her mother’s.

That crossed so many lines, she had no words. So, they were done. And she was lost. Unsure what she was supposed to do now.

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She shook her head, banishing her depressing recollections. Obviously, some part of her had known what to do. As almost without conscious thought she had pulled a certain voicemail from her archive, held the phone to her ear and listened to his voice.

Caroline. I'm standing in one of my favorite places in the world, surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you. Maybe one day you'll let me.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for her to make up her mind, settle on an entirely new course. And seemingly in an instant she had researched universities near New Orleans and applied. A Tulane acceptance in the mail and her things in the car, she finally got out of Mystic Falls, the warmth of her mother’s support carried with her.

And it quickly became obvious she had made the right choice, considering...

“Hello, sweetheart. Why am I not surprised to see you spearheading yet another enterprise?”

A small smile pulled at her lips, reminded of another time he had said much the same thing. She whirled, teasing him about just that.

“Recycling lines now, Klaus? I suppose at your advanced age some senility is expected.”

He just smirked, looking unfairly attractive in his normal Henley and jeans combo, the dimples on his face marking an appearance.

“I rather prefer the term “experienced” myself.” He stepped closer, snagging the belt loops of her Daisy Dukes and pulled her against his chest.

It was a struggle to maintain her scowl, though she refused to let him win that easily.

“Klaus,” she admonished him, “don’t make me drop these.” She waved her flyers around, their edges now slightly crinkled.

He leaned back a little to pluck one from her, the fingers of his other hand idly tracing a pattern on the little strip of skin her shirt had revealed. She withheld a shiver, watching him absorb the details of the paper.

His eyes slightly darker, he returned his gaze to her. “Sexier suds?” He carefully pronounced. “Now why am I simultaneously delighted and irritated by this?”

Caroline scoffed, snatching the paper back from him. “Um, because you’re a caveman and love the idea of me in a teeny bikini. Hate the idea of anyone else seeing me in it.”

He hummed. “Yes, I suppose that is rather accurate.” His brow then furrowed slightly. “And uh, what precisely makes this a “sexier” suds?”

She grinned evilly, restrained her giggle at the dread that crossed Klaus’ expression. She knew he expected that he wouldn’t like whatever she had to say, but knew that he couldn’t stop her either.

Caroline leaned a bit closer, gleefully noting how he gulped, and purred, subtly rubbing her chest against his (thankful that her bra hid the way her nipples tightened).

“Well, you see, Klaus, pretty girls in skimpy outfits, all that skin wet and glistening... it attracts men like nobody’s business, probably some women too. But I’m an equal opportunity kind of gal, so there will be some hunky male volunteers too, clad in itsy-bitsy speedos.” She winked, pulling away from Klaus’ suddenly loosened grip. “Hence, ‘sexier’.”

“I see,” he said, voice noticeably raspier. “When did you say this was?”

“July 1st, should I expect to see one of your ridiculous sports cars?”

Klaus’ eyes glimmered, a hint of something she couldn’t catch flashing in his expression.

“Perhaps,” he offered noncommittally, walking back to her side to press a hand to the small of her back. “Enough of that though, love. Tell me about your day.”

Caroline allowed him to linger for several hours, offered up only a few token protests. Rolled her eyes at his utterly unsubtle glowers when she handed the pamphlets out to boys.

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She had been washing cars and directing the others for a couple hours now, and was honestly surprised that she’d seen neither hide nor hair of Klaus or even any of his minions (the ones he thought he managed to conceal from her. Pft, please.)

Then she caught a flashy red sports car driving toward her. Speak of the devil.

Though she blinked in shock when Kol shot out of the passenger seat, swaggering up to her and kissing her hand. “Fancy seeing you here, darlin.’”

“Kol,” Klaus growled, emerging from the driver’s side, slamming the door a bit too hard as he passed the keys to one the volunteers.

His brother grinned up at her, slowly straightening as he peered over his shoulder at Klaus.

“What, Nik?” He drawled. “I’m simply giving the lovely lady a proper greeting.”

Caroline snorted. Kol may have only been resurrected for a few months, but even she knew that was a shameless lie. She directed her gaze at Klaus, deciding to ignore the pest.

“Why did you even bring him?”

Now, Caroline was expecting some mock offense from Kol and grumbling from Klaus. Instead, she was greeted with the astonishing sight of Klaus actually looking a tad embarrassed, Kol’s grin grown to truly shit-eating proportions.

Her eyebrows rose, darting her gaze back and forth between the two brothers.

“Well, Nik? Go on, tell the girl.”

Klaus glared, a much more familiar expression, as he reluctantly explained. “I figured you might want some help, sweetheart. There’s an awful lot of cars after all.”

“I caught him trying on speedos!” Kol burst out, unable to contain himself.

Caroline couldn’t contain her laughter, watching Klaus shuffle a bit awkwardly before death-staring at his brother again.

“There were almost pictures before the prat crushed my phone.” Kol shrugged. “But I got this venture out of it. I keep quiet and he takes me to see the sexy co-eds!” Work apparently done, the brunet took off, flirting outrageously with the first girl he saw.

Caroline just sighed turning to face Klaus, amusement reigniting at his expression. “Speedos, huh?”

Klaus huffed. “They’re ridiculous contraptions! I’d wear nothing before I inflict one of those on myself again.”

Her eyes widened, unconsciously glancing down at the bulge in his jeans, before she rallied and jabbed a finger at him. “Don’t even think about it, Klaus!” She yelped, face warm.

He smirked, prowling toward her, definitely able to hear the way her heartbeat accelerated. “I know you just pictured it, love,” he murmured, face unnecessarily close to hers. She sucked in a breath, their surroundings fading from her mind.

But then his expression softened, shifting from predatory to earnest. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pressed a quick peck to her forehead. “I’m not here to make trouble for you, Caroline. I wouldn’t cause an incident at an event you worked so hard on.”

She felt a little flutter in her chest, warmth filling her at his words. Knowing he meant them. The old her would have said something scathing, tried to deflect from the intensity of his affection. But now she just offered him a little smile, tugging his hand away from her hair and pressing her own light kiss to his skin.

“I know.”

And somehow it was Klaus who could read her the best, as after a moment of weighted silence he pulled his hand free, whipping his shirt off with an easy flex of muscle.

“I do still intend to help though, Caroline. I heard there was a dress code?” He smirked, un-buttoning his jeans to reveal boxer briefs. “I’m afraid I’ve never been much for rules. Apologies, love.”

She couldn’t help but laugh again, warmth still curling in her stomach. Stooping to pick up his clothes - intending to bundle them away with everyone else’s - she snagged his hand with her free one and dragged him toward the long line of waiting car.

“Better put your back into it then, Klaus. I demand perfection.”

He just smiled.

“Anything for you, Caroline.”

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Author’s Note: Title is “We Are The Same” in Basque. France is obviously tied to NOLA and the the man Tulane University was named after was born from a French immigrant. I already used French so I went with Basque, a recognized minority language in a specific region of France: Pyrénées-Atlantiques. Also, yes this lovely little title quotes Klaus, references the equal opportunity options of eye-candy, plus nods at the fact Klaus goes to a ridiculous event to flex for Caroline (and scare off all her fanboys).

#Klaroline #KlarosummerBingo #Klaroline Fanfiction #Klaroline Drabbles #Klaroline Edits #Klaroline Photosets #Klaroline Aesthetics #My Writing #My Edits

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ihaveanimagine · 6 years

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I am delighted to find this wonderful blog where I can make requests for Gaster Papyrus. You can bet that I'll be a regular on here from now on ;) Okay so could you do G Sans and G Pap reacting to their S/O wearing their clothes? I am so weak for that trope XD Hope you have a good day!

(AAHHHHHH FIRST G!BROS ASK!!! THANK YOU

Gaster!Sans (G)

You were originally planning on pranking G by waiting for his return from the store then jumping out of his closet and scaring him, but when you opened his closet………..

Instead of finding different articles of clothing in the closet, it was just a lineup of the exact same thing G always wears.

Crop top leather jacket with faux fur, gray sweater, tight leather pants, boots, and some…………pffffffft. You giggled to yourself as you picked up a pair of brightly colored spaghetti socks.

Either these were his brother’s and this was a laundry mix up, or G had always been wearing spaghetti socks underneath all that “bad boy hunk” clothing. Either way, your fiancee was a total dork and you loved it.

Grinning to yourself, you took off a sweater/jacket combo from the hangars and a pair of leather pants before heading over to the full length mirror in the bedroom and holding the clothes against you.

You snorted, these clothes were super long on you! You felt your amusement die out after a moment of holding the clothes to your frame and pretending to be G. You went to put the clothes back when an idea struck you.

Smiling devilishly, you hurried to put the clothes on wait in the living room for G to come home.

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After about 10 minutes of waiting G entered the humble apartment you called home. “Darlin’! I’m home!” G announced, tossing his keys on the counter, heading straight to the kitchen “Welcome home, love!” You called back, forcing yourself to sound normal.

“How was your day?” You asked, hiding your face behind a book “Heh, better now that I’m hoooooooooooo- whoa.”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. Now doubt G was now gaping at you across the room, and you felt giddy about his reaction. “See something you like, babe?” You said smugly, throwing G’s favorite pick up line against him.

You lowered your book and had to physically restrain yourself from giggling. G was standing across the room, jaw unhinged and a yellow tint across his cheekbones. You saw his eyelights trailing you up and down in awe and wonder and you felt yourself blush.

“Sure do, sweetcheeks” G breathed, scraping a nervous hand over his skull. His clothes were a bit long on you (mainly the pants) but hot dang if you didn’t pull it off!

The pant legs were rolled up a bit, slightly scrunched up by your ankles, the pants were designed to be form fitting and G had never fully appreciated that aspect of them till now. You wearing his sweater was not too new a sight for him as you’d always steal them during the colder months, but the sweater combined with the leather jacket?

Sweet mother of echo flowers, G felt his soul stop and his eye lights unable to focus on anything but you. How could anything be this unbelievably hot and cute?!

G felt his face split into a grin as he stalked closer to you. You chewed your lip shyly and made room for him on the couch which G immediately filled as he took your face in his hands “Darlin’, I know I looked good in those clothes but you…?” G sucked in a breath and placed a hard, claiming kiss to your lips “You make ‘em look drop dead gorgeous.”

Gaster!Papyrus (Aster)

Today was a lazy day for the two of you, a rare occurrence since you both had demanding jobs, but worth it for quiet moments like these with you both curled up in Aster’s home on the sofa with popcorn, candy, and fresh garlic bread spread out on the table as you both binged BBC Sherlock.

It was always relaxing to feel Aster’s long arm wrapped around you, hugging you closely to him, and you always found yourself stuck between melting into a puddle of happiness and wanting to fall asleep in his arms.

Unfortunately, somewhere between Sherlock being accused of a murderer and kidnapping John and the Pool Scene (y’all know which scene I mean) Aster had run out of his favorite snack and went to refill.

Knowing it would take him a while, you decided to tease him a bit. You knew your Aster had a weak spot for cute things and you also knew he loved his trench coat fashion. So, what did you do? You put yourself in the most appropriate trench coat of course.

Silently running to his room, you quickly shifted through the section of his walk-in Narnia-esque wardrobe designated for coats and you grabbed the desired one before rushing out and grabbing his favorite scarf and wrapping it around your neck.

Checking to make sure he was still preoccupied, you tip toed back to the sofa and began Phase 2 of your impromptu plan. Grinning, you began carefully setting yourself down on the back of the couch, laying your body flat before bringing your hands to your lips, acting like you were in thought.

“So sorry for keeping you waiting, love!” Aster called out from the kitchen, shuffling a few things around “I’m almost done!” You grinned to yourself and had to remind yourself not to giggle. “It’s fine, hon!” You called back “I’m not going anywhere!”

You heard Aster chuckle to himself and you bit your lip from giggling in anticipation of his reaction. “Alright, I’m rea-………dy?” Aster stopped mid-step and looked at you wide eyes. “Wh-what a-are you doing?” He stammered, cheek bones flaring brightly with his magic.

“Sherlocking.” You replied curtly, referring to your position of planking in a random position, “Why?” You grinned and turned your head to see Aster staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

“I-I, uh, ahem, y-you, er…” Aster struggled to form any coherent thought or sound as you jumped up from your position and began walking towards him. “S’matter, Aster ?” You purred evilly, stopping once you were within arms length (your arms length, not his) and folded your hands behind your back “Cat got your tongue?”

Aster swallowed harshly before trying to regain his normal charm and suave by leaning down and cupping your face in his hand “Have I mentioned you look stunning as a female Sherlock Holmes, kitten?” He grinned, placing a quick peck to your lips.

“Although……..” He tapped his chin and leaned back in thought. “Although…?” You repeated, tilting your head and dropping the teasing act in favor of curiosity. Aster said nothing but tapped his chin faster as his eyes scanned the room. “Ah, yes!” He cried suddenly, rushing to the front-room closet and grabbing something.

You tried to see what it was but he quickly hid it behind his back and placed a hand over your eyes “No peeking, dearest” He teased, you huffed in fake irritation but obeyed with a smile.

You felt something being tugged on your head and once he was done fidgeting, you opened your eyes as Aster led you to a mirror, “Ah, there we are!” Pap cooed “The most perfect Sherlock Holmes to ever exist!”

You blushed and pulled the coat collars up to hide your reddening face “Aaaaaaaasteeeeeerrrrrrr!!” You whined, shoving your hands into the pockets of the coat as you tried to sink into the fabric.

As you shoved your hands in the pockets, you felt one of your hands collide with something hard. “Ouch!” You cried yanking your hand out “What was that?” You reached back in -carefully this time- and pulled out a small black box.

“Hey, Aster? What’s this box for?” You asked curiously, tilting your head curiously. Aster could only stutter as his blush increased tenfold. So much for asking you to marry him with an extravagant, private dinner………

#gaster sans #gaster papyrus #wearing each other's clothes

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