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atsumiyass · 3 years

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New Mascot

heyoo! wasn’t a request but this idea came to me awhile ago so I decided to write it and post it on the blog! hope you enjoy :) - venus

warnings: none

f!reader, platonic relationship with team

ok look, Shiratorizawa might be a power house school to others. but to you...

they were complete dorks.

and you mean this in the nicest way possible!

you love managing the team, really you do. ever since your first year you’ve been making memories with these boys. you wouldn’t give it up for anything.

and today was another one of those very memorable days....

“Tendou-kun why are you trying to hit cross shots when your supposed to be working on blocking?” you questioned.

he looked at you with a smug smile on his face

you were confused to say the least.

“oh well i just wanted to improve on my spikes y/n-chan~” he replied in a sing song voice

“okay whatever you say-“ you started but got cut off by a loud banging sound

startled, you searched around the gym too see where the sound came from.

it came from the door, where an out of breath Goshiki stood.

“Goshiki what’s wrong? is everything ok? were you chased?” you asked in a concerned tone.

“i’m.....fine......y/n-senpai.....” he sighed and straightened up

at this point the rest of the team gathered around Goshiki to see what all the commotion was about.

“well you see....i found this...” he started, and held up a little baby duckling.

the team just stood there like 🧍‍♂️ is dis bitch serious

but you, you were overjoyed.

finally, someone to share your pain with

even if it was just a little duckling

a cute little ducking at that.

“OH MY GOD ITS SO ADORABLE!!” you squealed, snatching the duck out of Goshikis hands and walking away from the group.

“aren’t you just the cutest little thing” you cooed to the duckling while patting its soft yellow fur.

the team was still 🧍‍♂️

while you said 😚🥰

anywho

you stood there petting it and nudging your nose with its beak

“where did you find him Goshiki-kun?” you asked, looking back over to the group.

“h-he got separated from his family, so i took him back here.” he said and you smiled

“your so thoughtful!! thank you bringing him here!” you exclaimed, pulling the first year into a hug.

when you pulled back you swore you saw his face coated in a deep red and smoke steaming from his ears

but you chose to ignore it

“well he needs a name dontcha think?” Tendou asked, walking up to you and petting the ducks fur.

“your right!! c’mon guys let’s all think of names!” you jumped in excitement.

they were all deeply concerned for your mental health and why you were so excited about naming a random duck.

but seeing you so happy, it was adorable to them,

so they played along.

“how about... Charles?” Semi spoke up first, which came as a shock to you.

“or...Waddles?” Kawanishi added

“Cooper?” Shirabu suggested

“oh oh i know! franklin!” Goshiki said

you thought for a second at all the good names they were giving you...but they just didn’t fit.

“what about Ace?” Ushijima spoke up.

everyone turned to him

you thought more....

it was perfect.

“Wakatoshi you beautiful genius!” you yelled out to him and walked over to him, handing him the duckling

“i could’ve come up with that myself...” Goshiki mumbled, crossing his arms in jealousy.

“it’s only fitting if you do the honors of officially naming him, since you did come up with the name.” you explained

he looked at you with a blank expression, then to the duck

a couple seconds passed and then

he smiled.

your face literally went 🥺

“i welcome ace to the Shiratorizawa official team.” he said then held the duck up a little bit

it was like it was taken right out of the lion king

it was silent until you started squealing again, jumping up and down and clapping

“amazing! wonderful!” you exclaimed as everyone started laughing.

but the mood soon died down after you heard a-

“HEY! WHATS GOING ON IN HERE?!”

you jumped in surprise and turned around to see who it was

it was coach Washijou.

you definitely heard Goshiki whimper this time.

“C-coach! we were just...uhh..” Tendou started

“It’s my fault coach.” you spoke up and everyone turned to look at you.

“i got the boys out of focus, i found this duckling and told them we should all come up with names for it....” you sighed. hoping he wouldn’t see through your lie.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve saved it for after practice...” you continued and slightly bowed.

it was silent for a couple minutes.

you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, you were gonna be so embarrassed if he started yelling at you.

all you heard was a sigh then footsteps.

you looked up and saw coach Washijou holding out his hands, asking for the duckling.

you looked down at Ace in sadness, he wasn’t supposed to leave so soon.

but, you weren’t one to go against coach, so you gave ace to him.

he took ace and walked outside, leaving the team alone for awhile.

you felt like crying for some reason, you didn’t even get a proper send off for him.

“we’re so sorry y/n-san, we should’ve stepped in....” Semi started putting a hand on your shoulder.

you wiped the tears at the edge of your eyes and sniffled.

you straightened up and turned around to look back at the team.

“no its my fault, we should...probably get back to practice...” you sighed and walked away from them, back to the bench you were sitting on before.

about 20 minutes passed and coach Washijou came back, to your dismay Ace was nowhere to be found.

practice was soon over and the boys were cleaning up the gym while you were packing up your stuff

“l/n.” you heard coach Washijou say which made you turn around to look at him.

you sighed and looked down at your shoes

“coach i’m so sor-“

“return it to its proper place.”

“huh?”

you were confused as to what he meant until he revealed Ace in his hands.

“ACE?!?” you shouted and carefully picked up the duckling, twirling around with him.

the rest of the team looked over and saw what was going on.

“just make sure you don’t slack off again, or i’ll make you do extra work and them 100 more jump serves then usual.” he said in a dark tone, and walked out of the gym

you quickly shook off his words, turning back to the boys and gave them a big toothy smile

“now we can finally give him a proper goodbye!” Goshiki exclaimed coming up to you, the rest of the team following behind

“don’t make it seem like he’s dying Goshiki-kun.” Shirabu said rolling his eyes.

“ohh! i have perfect place we can put him back into the wild!” Tendou spoke up, to which the team agreed.

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“goodbye ace! stay safe lil guy!” you said as you and the boys watched Ace waddle away and into the pond.

“ah what a day!” you sighed while stretching your arms above your head.

“yeah it’s getting late, we should all probably head home....” Reon started and everyone agreed

after everyone went their separate ways, it was just you and Tendou left, since you both lived close to each other.

“hey...” he started

“hey..?” you replied

“why don’t we get a duck of our own?” he suggested with a grin.

“hmmm i dunno Satori, seems like a biggg responsibility for someone as irresponsible as you...” you said to him in a playful tone.

“well then we can be irresponsible together~” he replied in a singsong voice, to which you playfully rolled your eyes

you both kept walking for a couple more minutes until you spoke up again.

“let’s name it ace junior.”

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myinconnelly1 · 3 years

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Girl’s Got You Down pt 3

Square Filled: Fireman Carry Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader Rating : Mature A/N: So this story was literally a single shot but now its sparked a whole thing. I hope you enjoy. Here is the Masterlist if you need to catch up first. Warnings: pregnancy, domestic argument, labor, birth (graphic-ish), Angst, Cliffhanger, Pregnancy complications Summary: Reid is concerned when his girlfriend starts acting weird. The team steps in to help him out. Word Count: 1,115 Created for @spencerreidbingo

“Spence, I’ve called like three times. Please this isn’t the time to ignore my calls. MMmm, call me please,” You whimpered as you felt the pressure that had settled between your hips tighten.

“Derek,” You groaned as you called your friend. “I need you to get Reid and bring him here. Ah.”

“Hey! What’s going on?” Morgan seemed to leap to consciousness at your hum of discomfort. “Where is Spencer?”

“He went home for the night, and now he’s not answering his phone. I need him,” You relaxed as the contraction eased and you looked at your clock.

“I’ll get him, how far apart are your contractions?” You don’t know how he knew, but Derek was sharp and had known you for a long time.

“Eight to ten minutes. But I’m only supposed to be worried if they last for more than an hour.” You said taking a deep breath, anticipating his next question.

“How long have you been having them?” He asked. You heard movement over the phone and a pair of keys jingle.

“Forty- five minutes. But the first two I counted were fifteen minutes apart,” You said trying to relax your friend.

“So they’ve gotten closer together?” He asked louder than you had expected, you jumped and dropped your cellphone.

“Damnit!” You shouted in frustration. You stood up and grabbed your phone. “Sorry I dropped- Derek,” You gasped as you heard the popped then felt the gush of fluid between your legs.

“Hey!!! Stay with me, you okay? Was it another contraction already?” Derek’s voice torn you out of your terror.

“My water broke,” you said before moving as quickly as you could to the bathroom.

“I’m on my way, I’ll get Reid. Call your doctor,” Derek ordered over the phone. You mumbled something that resembled agreement before hanging up. You managed to get into your bathtub and just sat there breathing through your contractions. They had gotten closer together and the pain was almost unbearable when you heard the front door to your home slam open.

“Lil’ Mama you here!?” Derek shouted. You heard his shoes as he ran up your stairs. You would have responded but you were focused on not breathing at that moment in time. “Oh shit,” He muttered when he pushed the bathroom door open.

Sweat covered your body and you were shaking with the effort of not pushing as the pressure between your legs was almost unbearable.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Derek said as he came over and helped you get out of the tub. “I called an ambulance when I saw that no one was here with you yet.”

“Where’s Spence?” You whimpered, then grunted low in your throat as a contraction rang down your legs through your toes.

“He’s almost here,” Derek said as he helped you lean over the end of the bathtub. “Where’s your kit?” You pointed to under the bathroom sink. Derek pulled out a small black box that you brought with you to every case you worked on. It had various supplies that you used as well as gloves of various sizes. He pulled out a pair and slid them on his hands.

“Ready to meet you, baby?” Morgan asked as you felt him give you the world's shortest cervical test. “They're almost here.”

“I can’t,” You panted as your contraction ended. Tears fell down your cheeks. “It’s too soon, and he’s not here.”

“Remember that case we worked in San Antonio?” Derek chuckled, you nodded your head. “You told that mom that she didn’t have the option to not be ready. It wasn’t up to her, right?”

“Fuck You!” You screamed as the urge to push took over and you bared down.

“That’s it, that’s a girl, keep going,” Derek counted to ten and you felt his fingers applying counter pressure. The contraction ended and you let out a breath of defeat as the pressure was still there. “You’re doing good, I saw the head. Almost done.” Derek’s hand rubbed your back to try and help you through the pain.

“Derek!” Spencer shouted from downstairs. You laughed as you sobbed harder. He had made it in time.

“Upstairs!” Derek called. You tensed up again and started to push, signaling Derek to count again. He reached around and grabbed your hand, guiding it between your legs. “Head’s right here, focus up,” Derek ordered as you started panting through the worst part.

“I’m here. I’m sorry,” Reid said as he used his long legs to step past the two of you and squat in front of you in the tub. He brushed your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left.”

“Shut Up and kiss me,” You shouted at him. He looked a bit surprised but wasted no time pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“This is cute and all,” Morgan interrupted your kiss as another contraction mounted. “Keep her up,” Derek said to Spencer. You gritted your teeth but couldn’t keep the scream in as your first twin slipped out and Derek caught it.

“It’s a girl,” Derek said. He fiddled with your kit and the baby, and then you heard the high pitched shriek of her first breathe. You laughed as Spencer helped you onto your butt so that you could see her.

“She’s so pink,” Reid said as he reached over your shoulder to touch her hand.

“This is the emergency medical response team!” A voice shouted from downstairs.

“Grab a towel,” Derek said to Spencer as he picked you up and lifted you fireman style. You groaned in pain as the carry was not optimal to the way your legs wanted to be spread open. “Hold on to that baby, I’ll take you down there.”

“We’re here,” You moaned as you got down the stairs.

“So we missed all the fun?” The EMT joked to try and ease the tension and stress of the situation.

“Actually they're twins,” Spencer said with a dorky grin, as he saw your daughter in your hands again.

“Well then let’s get going,” The EMT said ushering you all into the ambulance. Derek said he would drive himself there and grab your bag.

Despite the fast speed of the ambulance, your second baby was unwilling to wait for the hospital.

“It’s a boy,” The EMT said handing the baby to you, while Spencer held your daughter. “Well done, mama.”

“They’re perfect,” You whispered exhausted. The other EMT reacted instantly and grabbed your son before your hands fell away from him.

“She’s hemorrhaging!” the EMT who had delivered your son said as he grabbed some supplies and ducked between your legs.

“Hurry!” Spencer shouted up at the driver.

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dazedbydazai · 4 years

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How about some hcs for Chuuya and Ranpo with a barely 5ft small mischievous s/o that often steals their hat and they have to chase her to get it back. It’s very hard cuz she’s like a little gremlin and very elusive.

If this ain’t me- (I’m exactly 5ft lol) anyways, thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write <33

➳ Nakahara Chuuya

Okay, so the only people who thinks his hat is nice and cool is him and his S/O

Like, everyone else was teasing him abt it esp Dazai but you? You absolutely love it.

So one day when you were feeling mischievous, you would go and steal his hat and run away from him like a child.

At first he didn’t quite register what happened.

He’s like huh? And then after a few seconds he’ll go “hUHHH??? Y/N GIVE THAT BACK!!”

And so he’s running after you all over the headquarters and would always lose track of you since you’re a fast runner and so tiny that you could fit into nooks and crannies.

You’d pop your head at the corner of the hallway and shout, “If you want it, come and get it!” and poke your tongue out.

Chuuya shakes his head and chuckles.

Now you’ve done it.

If he was playing around before, now he’s dead serious.

He’s using his ability to run after you at lighting speed and it takes 200% of your energy and endurance to outrun him.

Finally you would settle to hide inside the executives' meeting room, underneath the long table.

But Chuuya was right at your tail so when he bust the door open and didn’t see you, he was slightly confused.

He thought you got away from him again but your tiny little laugh gave your position away.

He easily lifted the table and shouted, “There you are! You little-”

You squeal and try to get up and run but Chuuya just threw the table aside and lunged at you, trapping you in his arms.

It crashed against the wall and almost split in half.

“Chuuya!” You gasped.

“You thought you could steal something from me and run away with it, huh?” He was smirking down at you but you were looking to the side, gaping at the mess that he made.

“You idiot! You broke the table!”

“Huh? Oh, that? Don’t worry about it. They’ll clean it up in no time.”

You just open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, unable to say something to your ridiculously strong and nonchalant boyfriend.

“Mori-san will be furious when he finds out-”

As if on cue, the older man walks in the room and you both turn your heads.

“Chuuya,” He sighs. “I allowed you to have a relationship with Y/N and enjoy it so you could at least have some fun but I didn’t mean this much fun.”

“Eh?” Chuuya tilted his head to the side. “We didn’t-”

“Just clean up this mess,” Mori sighs and leaves, shaking his head.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you slap Chuuya’s chest. “See!”

But Chuuya only chuckles.

“Stay here while I clean up this mess,” He lifts you up and sits you down on one of the chairs. “But don’t think that you’re off the hook for one second.”

He takes his hat from your hands and places it on top of his head.

But as soon as he turns around, you’re back on your feet, swiftly jumping up to take his hat once again.

“Come find me once you’re done with that!” You laugh as you quickly run outside the meeting room.

And Chuuya just stands there like- Oh what’s the point 🤦‍♂️

Bonus: Once you’re back home, he would ask you if you really liked his hat that much and you would say, “Yes! It looks so good on you.” And he would blush and mutter a thank you before wrapping you in his arms and placing his hat on your head.

➳ Edogawa Ranpo

This cute lil bean

His fashion sense was top notch for you. Like you really love his detective clothes and would sometimes try them on for fun.

But what you loved the most was his cute hat!

Like it’s the cherry on top (quite literally) on his whole outfit.

But he’s so attached to it that he wouldn’t lend it to you ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

So one day you decided to just steal it from him.

He was dozing off in his office chair when he felt something brush against his hair and the weight of his hat being lifted.

His eyes immediately shot open and he was greeted by your wide grin.

“Let me just-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were already running away from his desk and onto the other side of the small office.

Ranpo blinked the sleepiness away from his eyes a few times before finally registering what happened.

His mouth opened in feint shock as he pointed at you, “Thief!”

The other members of the agency just looked at the both of you with ??? written all over their faces.

“Atsushi! Go get that thief! She stole my precious hat!”

Poor little Atsushi just goes back and forth like – should I? Maybe I shouldn’t? Wait, what’s happening???

“If you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it yourself,” You twirl his hat on your finger before putting it on.

And as soon as Ranpo sees this, he bursts into a wide smile. Why? Because you looked so CUTE IN HIS HAT!!!

“Okay okay,” He raises his hands as he approaches you. “I won’t do anything so just stay there.”

You were both smiling widely, ignoring the stares of the other people in the room.

When Ranpo was a few feet away from you, he saw the glint in your eyes and knew that you were in a very playful mood right now.

So before you could run away from him, he jumped forward to encase you in his arms.

But all he was able to hug was air as you ducked down and ran away from him, giggling.

“Y/N, come back here!” He turned around, laughing as well.

And so you ran around the office four or five times before you finally stopped when Fukuzawa entered the room with his arms crossed.

Ranpo was about to catch you but his arms fell short.

“President,” Ranpo smiles. “I was just about to-”

Fukuzawa nods in response. “Don’t make too much noise. A client is on his way.”

You and Ranpo silently nod and when Fukuzawa left the room, you burst into a hushed giggle.

Ranpo took your hand and led you back to his desk. He gestured for you to sit down.

“Now, you pretty little girl, stay there while I go back to work,” He reaches for his hat and you hesitantly give it back to him.

But you were surprised when he suddenly patted your hair and placed the hat on top of your head.

You look at him questioningly and he just smiles at you, “You look cute in it. I’ll let you guard it for now while I go do some work.”

Bonus: After work, he would lead you to a small boutique near the agency. You ask him what you’re doing there and he would just say, “I’m buying you an outfit that matches mine and a cute little hat to go with it as well so you wouldn’t have to steal from me anymore.” And then your heart would just combust right there bc of your boyfriend’s sweetness.

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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Nancy Drew 2x9

Thoughts While Watching

Spoiler Alert!!

Aw no poor bess. AW PLATANCHOR ACE! Oh besties so cute. Poor bess oh no

Odette coming through with the pessimistic vibes about the day. Me. Always. “Nickolas” HAHAH Odette please. She’s so sassy. “No I’m not au-revoiring, you are.” Nick pls. GEORGES TATTOOS- George is gonna die omfg. Pls Nick is the only logical one here. OF COURSE IT WAS GONNA GET STOLEN YOU PUT IT IN YOUR DAMN LOCKER.

oh it’s probably Gil, not Grant. Sorry I thought you were a murderer grant. NOT THE PIE. why’d ace sound so sad about the pie. TELL ME STONER BOY DIDNT SNITCH.

AW ACE THE LIL FLOWER. “Aw Ace I’m so happy for you :) now I’m gonna die :)”. I think that Grant is an informant or something.

Sassy thief bad boy, I like. But I also don’t bc he’s tryna kill george. PROTECTIVE NICK! Detective Nick 😏. OH ACEMANDA, okay. Ohh

Okay wait I kinda feel bad for Gil. But mans is still going to end george. Oh Nick is v hot okay. Protective Nick. I love him. And Gil is kinda noble despite the whole killing george and theft thing ngl.

Carson coming thru. Of course, king Carson thanks babe. “Ok can GEORGE weigh in?” Pls george you’re funny.

BESS OMG WHAT R THOSE? TONGS? Carson and Bess moment funny. “Are you alright?” He sounds so fine with it but also so concerned. AW CARSON FATHERING BESS TOO PLS I LOVE HIM. The Drew Crew is now Carson’s Crew Of Baby Ducks.

Okay I mean at least Amanda didn’t spill. She’s so pretty too!!! Okay but I kinda like the bobseys ngl. Sorry guys. Gil is also very hot. I bet their mom either isn’t dead or is gonna show up as a ghost?? Okay but I feel bad for them no. Oh do I smell an Acemanda scavenger hunt?

NO NO NO NOT THE FANSON FIGHT. AW NO PLS I LOVE THEM. HES PROPOSING?! Oh no nvm. DO NOT BREAK UP. DO NOT. Fanson scavenger hunt?

Oh is that b dead? No nvm they’re still breathing. OH GIL JUST DIPPED. Patience impaired- MOOD. OH THAT WAS HOT “wasn’t this more fun than picking a lock” WOAH THERE BUCKO. YEAH BUT WOAH.

“Am I crying too loud” BESS IS A MOOD. Aww Carson is trying to distract her, please omg. Dad Carson is so cute. LAWYER BESS, LAWYER BESS.

Oh that’s creepy. NOT A BASEMENT- NANCY UR DUMB. OH THAT WAS SO FUCKING SCARY WHYD THIS PRINCE PHILLIP LOOKING MF JUMP LIKE THAT- NOT THE BASEMENT. fake wall? Yeah Gil break down that wall. OH GOD IS THAT HIS MOM?

HE STASHES THINGS BESIDE THE POLICE STATION- WHAT?! I love that. Acemanda could be cute though? Maybe? Idk I need to decide if I can share.

ODETTE IS BACK. Nick is so over it. WHY IS SHE SO SALTY ABT BEING STUCK IN GEORGE LMFAO. PLS “granite, limestone. Be done with it” ODETTE I CANT. She’s outta pocket. “Oh, well. Odette called me an idiot.” PLS NICK AND ODETTE ARE SO FUNNY.

Oh it’s just drawings, I thought it was a body. Poor Gil :( wait I actually feel bad. Ok I’m here for Gil but he’s pissing me off with this whole shroud thing. DONT KILL GEORGE, U HOE. Mommy’s ghost is boutta show up. NO WAIT WHAT IF SHE WAS KILLED BY A GHOST. she totally was. HAHA nancy got caught. I laugh but that was awkward.

KILLED BY GHOST, OBVIOUSLY. “We’ve heard great things about your restrooms.” PLS. Ace knowing nothing about art. NANCY ITS UNKOWN THEYRE OBVS NOT GONNA HAVE THE NAME.

Dad Carson aw. Pls besties Bess and Carson. AWWW THERE WASNT EVEN A HEARING. Carson should just adopt the entire Drew Crew. LAWYER BESS! LAWYER BESS! I WANT LAWYER BESS! Dad Carson please adopt me too. REASSURANCE. I LOVE.

“Technically they sold it to nick” “What?” PLS NICK/ACE IS SO FUNNY TO ME. besties are so funny. SHES NOT DEAD I TOLD YALL SHES NOT DEAD. IF GEORGE DIES I WILL RIOT.

GIL YOU NEED TO CHILL. SIR. PLEASE DO NOT DO IT. DONT DO IT. Oop Nancy is already there. SHES STILL ALIVE I TOLD YOU GUYS. please poor Gil. Aw, I feel so bad. She was definitely actually being haunted, but I digress. No please poor Amanda. “Why would she tell you but not me?” HIS VOICE GOT SO SMALL. TWIN MOMENT. okay but Amanda coming thru for the Drew Crew. WOOHOO GIL REDEMPTION!

“Cheer up Boss.” IF BESS DOESNT KEEP CALLING NICK BOSS ILL BE UPSET. “There’s still an old timey French lady living in my girlfriend.” AW OMG. ODETTE NO-

GEORGE NO. NONONO. oh thank god nick and Bess got there. Bess coming through with the lawyering. Nice. Bess crashing and burning here. “If you do this to george I wont have to imagine it. George deserves to live.” NICK- FANSON- CRYING. CRYING. OMFG HE LOVES HER. NICK I LOVE YOU. FANSON. HUG HUG HUG SWEET CUTE WOW. tag yourself, I’m bess crying in the background.

Nancy and Ace- “says the guy dating his twin sister” HE GAVE HER HIS HOODIE. I AM JEALOUS NGL. I’m very immersed in this, don’t Judge me. NOT THE BANANA CREAM PIE, NANCY PLS. oh they’re holding hands???

Acemanda on the boardwalk, the writers are stealing my ideas, smh. See: The Dumpster Fire I Call Life (linked below) OMG “I only need one” THAT WAS VERY CUTE AND I HATE IT. PLS STOP. JEALOUSY. CUE MR. BRIGHTSIDE- TPAIN SANS LE T- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. ITS HIS BROTHER?! DO I SMELL FRANK HARDY?

Sister’s Thoughts:

“Why is Ace dressed like a fifth grader?” (It was the blue jacket with the green zipper that made her think that lmao)

“I’m just me, without any secrets,” Carson said.

“Except for your secret boyfriend.” My sister is the number one Caryan shipper.

“Aw Nick is the ghost possessing your girlfriend bullying you? Poor muffin.”

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flannelpunkcalum · 4 years

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Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat - Chapter 3

last chapter

cw: death but also there’s like a lil hot stuff in the middle to even it out? I realized when writing this chapter and the next one this is gonna be p dark but i guess Aspen got kidnapped and tortured last time so you guys will be fine. i saw a moose today.

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“I gotta come over for dinner more often.” Aspen said, spooning more spinach on her plate. Spinach. What the fuck was Alfred’s cooking doing to her? She never ate her vegetables. “Actually, I should have you guys over for dinner one of these days so you can truly appreciate what Mr. Pennyworth does for you. A terrible little palate cleanser.”

“You flatter me, Ms. McMichael.”

If Aspen didn’t know better, she’d say Alfred was blushing. They were all eating around the kitchen table, feasting on homemade turkey meatballs, spinach, brown rice, and sweet potato, all topped with some kind of sauce that she just wanted to bathe in. It was healthy, sure, but it was good. “I’m telling the truth. I feel like I’ve been trapped in a culinary version of Plato’s allegory of the cave, and I’ve finally left the shadows on the wall behind.”

“High praise indeed.”

“Indeed.” She grinned.

“I think it’s good, too.” Dick piped up. If Aspen looked down, she could see his legs swinging under his chair. When she had come into the manor, he had immediately pulled her over to the kitchen, competing with her to scoop meatballs out of the pan while Alfred wasn’t looking. He’d used any time when he didn’t have his mouth full to tell her about his day at school. Calum hadn’t tried to pull her away; they both knew they could talk about the meeting in depth after dinner and before patrol. The looks he kept giving her out of the corner of his eye made her think he had noticed something was wrong, but for now, especially in front of Dick, they were leaving it be. Aspen was starting to really get attached to her new dysfunctional nuclear family.

“Thank you, Master Grayson.” Alfred nodded.

It was moments like this that Aspen regretted letting Calum into her heart. What if things went sour between them and she lost this? The good food, the company, Alfred’s buttoned-up love, Dick’s easy devotion. It was supposed to be better to have love and lost, she knew, but this was the first time she had felt like this in years. If Calum tried to ice her out, she’d lose a family on top of everything. She wanted to believe they were both too mature to let that happen, but sometimes she had trouble having faith in that.

“Aspen?”

“Hmm?” She looked up to find all three of the boys staring at her. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

“Dick was asking about how the meeting with the DA went today.” Calum said helpfully. Aspen could see mischief in his eyes - evidently, that bastard was proud of how long he had managed to weasel into her meeting.

Aspen took a deep breath, collecting herself. “Well,” she said, “after a diplomatic compromise had been reached where your guardian would accompany me to the meeting to say hi, but not - not - insert himself into it, he of course went and did that anyways.”

Calum’s eyebrows furrowed like he was hurt. He wasn’t. She wasn’t going to fall for it - butter wouldn’t melt in his perfect mouth. “Finch invited me in. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I dunno how you’ve kept your identity a secret so long, you’re a terrible liar.” Aspen turned to Dick and Alfred, gesturing with her fork as she spoke. “He deliberately used language that would make Finch, who is already eager to please him based on status, feel socially required to invite him in. And then he was smug about it.”

Cal ducked his head, smiling sheepishly. He liked being caught by her. “I wasn’t that smug.” He said to the rest of the table.

The implicit confirmation of Aspen’s accusation didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, as far as she could tell. Good.

“You were smug enough.” Aspen said to him before turning back to Dick. “But the rest of it went fine. We talked about the two trials. They’re probably gonna offer Liam a plea bargain to testify against Falcone, which I’m fine with. It’s whatever. I mean -” she said, realizing that that flippant language showed how much she was bothered, “- I don’t think he’d, like, try to kidnap me again, so it’s something I’m comfortable with.”

“You look nervous.” Dick said.

Fuck kids and their openness. Aspen was starting to think that Dick knew he was a cute young man, and was using his innocent look against her. “...I am a little nervous.” She said after a minute. Under the table, Calum’s hand found her knee and squeezed in support. She took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s still kinda fresh, and I found out that some stuff happened while I was knocked out today that I didn’t know about, which is fun to deal with. But from a logical point of view, I know that Liam’s unlikely to do anything criminal with Falcone out of the way, and our best chance to get Falcone out of the way is to use his testimony. So.” She sliced a meatball in half and stuck it in her mouth so she didn’t have to talk about it anymore.

Calum’s hand left her knee as he leaned in towards her. Aspen mourned the loss of its warmth, but she knew with Dick around the gesture was really risky anyways. “What was it you found out? You didn’t mention anything.”

Aspen took her time chewing and swallowing. “Um. It’s just - you know what, I’d rather not talk about it at the table. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, it’s just new, you know?”

To her surprise, Dick nodded sagely. “I know.”

“...I guess you all would, huh.” Aspen commented, surveying the table for a moment. There was probably no other group that would understand better than the one she found herself in. She was lucky. Group therapy with catering. “Thanks.” She said, and she meant it.

“We’re all here for you, Ms. McMichael.” Alfred said, and affection in his voice made Aspen feel close to tears.

“Alright, alright, don’t make me cry at the table.” Aspen finished the spinach on her plate and laid her cutlery on her plate with the handles together. “Gangin’ up on me, the whole Batfamily, not a merciful bone in your bodies. I don’t know why I bother to come by.”

Alfred started to gather the plates, but as Aspen stood up to help Calum laid a hand on her arm, stopping her from reaching her water glass. “Come up to my office? I want to know what happened at the meeting after I left.”

Aspen tried not to get evasive. She knew what that meant. “Sure.” She chirped, drawing her hand back. “Call me for dessert, alright?” She said to Dick as she followed Calum out of the kitchen. He saluted, which she paused in the doorway to return.

“Aspen?”

“I’m coming.” She said, hurrying to catch up to Calum. Every so often he’d do his fast busy-CEO-with-places-to-be walk again, and she’d have to rush after him like it was her first day all over again. It was rarely a good sign.

She didn’t try to talk to him on the way to his office. She just followed in his slipstream until the heavy oak door was closed behind them. Before she could sit down in one of the cushy leather armchairs, he grabbed her hand, spinning her around so she was facing him. He held one hand at her jaw and the other at her waist, so she couldn’t move, couldn’t even turn her face away from him. He was going to press her for details, now. Interrogate her.

“You should have said something sooner.”

Wait, what?

Aspen met Calum’s eyes, startled out of her apprehension. He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, looking at her... tenderly. Was this a ruse? Good cop sans bad cop? “I didn’t realize you were that shaken back there.” He continued.

She flexed her shoulder in the tinitest shrug possible. “It didn’t need to get in the way.”

Calum tilted her face in his grip, and she let him. She didn’t struggle as he looked her over, like he was trying to see through her. She wanted to, but she didn’t. “It’s important to me that you feel safe. I could have ended the meeting, I could have gotten you out of there. That’s why I went in the first place, right? Not to bother you. To look after you.”

Aspen blinked. She hadn’t really thought about it that way. “I didn’t need to end the meeting. I did fine. I mean, sure, I had my moments, but - that’s not important.” She smiled a little. “But thank you.”

She tried to crane up for a kiss, but Calum’s grip was unyielding. What? “No. Don’t try to distract me. This is important.” He said sternly.

She sighed, and with his tight grip on her she knew he could feel it. “No, come on, I’m vulnerable. Give me some creature comforts here.”

“Soon.” Calum said, sliding his arm around her shoulders and tucking her into his side.

He lead her towards the couch, and once she sat down he adjusted her so her head was resting on his shoulder. “Bossy.” Aspen squirmed, but he only kissed her forehead in response.

“Tell me about it.”

Aspen took a deep breath. Exactly what was she gonna say? She could stall by willfully misinterpreting him, that was a start. “Well, I’m gonna be very generous and not wax poetic on you being a control freak, and a-”

“Quit stalling.”

“Fine.” She sighed. Might as well rip off the band-aid. “I didn’t know that Liam had put me in his trunk. I didn’t really think about the logistics of him driving me at all, but I just - learning that he just shoved me in the trunk kind of shook me for a second. So that wasn’t great.” Wait. Maybe she should have resisted his interrogation further. He was the one who had brought that up, not Finch, and realizing that - he’d probably feel like shit. “Like I said, it wasn’t a big deal.”

This time, it was Aspen who could feel Calum sigh. “I forget you never watched the footage.” He said, by way of apology.

“It’s fine. I’m especially glad I didn’t, now, but…” Aspen tried to laugh, but Calum didn’t budge. “I got through it fine, I really did. It was just hard to think about for a minute.”

Calum turned his head to kiss her forehead again. She politely did not take this opportunity to jump his bones and distract him. “I have something else you’ll probably want to know, but you’re not gonna like it.” He didn’t even shift nervously under her, but she could feel tension in him grow. “It’s not that bad.” She said to soothe him.

Calum laughed at that. “Whenever you say that, I get really nervous.”

“Fuck off.” She said,but she was smiling bravely. At least they weren’t so distressed now. “You can’t, like, go on the warpath about this, okay?”

“Tell me.”

Aspen braced herself. “After you left, Finch asked me to go to Blackgate and try to convince Liam to take the plea.”

Calum didn’t move.

That was worse than him sighing. Aspen twisted in his grip until he let go of her enough to let her turn sideways and pull herself into his lap, like a heroine on the cover of a romance novel. “I said no, of course, and I told him I wouldn’t tattle so you can’t go ballistic on him the next time you see him, alright?”

He shook his head. He wasn’t looking at her, now, eyes focused sharp like he was going to set a lampshade on fire with his glare. “I should have stayed.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. It’s his job to ask, Cal, and this way we know something about him we wouldn’t have otherwise.”

Calum was shifting now, like he was gonna get up and head after Finch right this second. “That he’s a rat bastard who doesn’t deserve to -”

“No, that he’ll do anything to get Falcone charged.” Aspen said. It was her turn to grab his face and make him look at her. His jaw felt like it was throbbing in her hands. “He goes after the big dogs. Maybe he’s a bit, um, obtuse about it, but we can use that.”

She was right. Calum had to admit that. But now he was avoiding her gaze. She hadn’t seen him mad like that since… one of her stupid escapades, maybe. Somehow it was worse, seeing him all worked up over someone else.

“I know it’s frustrating to not be able to do anything about it.” She said after a long moment of his silence. “But hey, on the plus side, I’m not lying to you about it.”

Calum snorted despite himself. “I would have found it out.”

Aspen smiled, and pressed a kiss to his still lips. “No, you wouldn’t have.”

He didn’t smile back against her lips, but he did bring a hand up to cradle her face. “I wanted to be there so you’d feel comfortable, so this would’t -” He cut himself off, looking at her as softly as he could manage. “Now would be a good time for you to try that distracting thing you do.”

She could work with that.

Aspen pushed on his shoulders, and for once Calum fell back easily, twisting so he was lying flat on the couch. She straddled his lap, taking a moment to look at him. On a whim, she tried reaching out and smoothing the wrinkle in his forehead. “You worry about me too much.” She said.

“I worry about you just enough. Now come on,” he almost whined, reaching up for the back of her head, “get down here.”

Her lips were on his before his hand could tangle in her hair, and for the third time that day, Aspen kissed him like she wasn’t his secret and they had all the time in the world. He brought his other hand down to her waist, dangerously low, and for a second she wondered if they had time. If they could fall apart together on this leather couch before dessert. They didn’t have the time, she knew that, but with the feeling of his lips on hers and the soft glide of their tongues she almost didn’t care.

Calum sighed and shifted underneath her, and she lifted one hand from where it was supporting her to cup his face and direct the kiss a little more. Yeah, he was gonna break it off eventually, but she was going to make it as hard for him as possible. In fact… Aspen rocked gently on her knees, drawing herself over Calum’s groin, whimpering into his mouth just a little so he’d know how much she wanted him. Calum moved fast, grabbing her hips with both hands tight enough that she couldn’t do it again. “Don’t,” he warned. “We don’t have time.”

Aspen made another little sound and rested her forehead against his, relaxing in his grip. Calum didn’t budge. Damn, he saw right through her ruse. “Jus’ wanna feel you,” she whined.

“So feel me here.” He craned up to kiss her.

“It’s not enough.”

Calum sighed so big she could feel his chest rise against hers, then moved his hands to pull her in. One travelled back to the back of her neck, pushing her to nestle her face in the crook of his neck. “We’ll figure something out eventually,” He said. He was so close he only needed to flex his lips to kiss her neck. “But just this for now, okay?”

“You know you’re only building the anticipation.” Aspen grumbled, squirming a little in his grip until she slipped down on one side of him. Her leg was thrown over his, and if she had been desperate she could have bucked her hips to taste a little friction that way. She wasn’t desperate, though. Not so much, not yet. “It’d be better to let it out in a controlled setting.” She grazed her fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under his shirt. “I know you like to be in control.”

Calum caught her hand in one of his, holding it tight enough Aspen barely tried to tug it free before she gave up. “Why don’t you ever behave, then?”

Aspen kissed his cheek. “You gotta earn it.”

With that, she rolled away and stood up, leaving Calum on the couch. It was getting dark out now, and she used her reflection in the window to brush her hair back into place. In the slight warping of the glass, she could see Calum stand up behind her and make his way over, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug him into her.

“Oh, you really are distracted.”

Calum laughed a little, meeting her eyes in their reflection. “Can you blame me?” He cuddled her closer, and for once Aspen didn’t try to rub herself up against him. She could feel him pressing into her ass, hard enough to feel through their clothes. “You have no idea how much I want to bend you over my desk right now.” He continued, voice dropping low. “You’d be quiet for me, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Aspen pulled herself out of his grip, face warm, and wheeled around to face him. He was smug, again, smirking back at her as she tried to regain her composure. This wasn’t fair. “Who’s teasing now?”

“I guess you’re rubbing off on me.” Calum grinned.

“You - fuck off.” She tried to tuck her shirt in, although it hadn’t been before - she needed something to do with her hands. “I would be rubbing off on you right now if you weren’t such a fucking spoilsport.” She grumbled.

Calum grabbed her hand and squeezed it once before letting it fall back to her side. “Let’s go downstairs, Penny. Dessert’s probably waiting.”

“Coulda had dessert up here, but no, Calum wants his fuckin’ souffle.”

He was still pleased with himself behind her, she could hear it in his voice when he said “Call it payback.”

“For what?”

As she opened the door, he pulled the knob from her hand so he could hold it for her, and maybe fix himself behind it. “Everything.”

Aspen laughed, and she was still laughing when she caught sight of Dick coming down the hall. Fuck. She didn’t try to rein her laughter in, that would have just looked suspicious, so she just asked “Is dessert ready?” to signal to Calum that they had an audience.

“Just about.” Dick said. He waited for them to reach him before they all started down the hall together. Even though she was a little miffed that she couldn’t keep flirting brazenly with Calum, it was nice to have all three of them walking down the hallway, almost like they were in slow motion. Almost like they were a family. Not that she was ready to be a mom to Dick, or anything - fuck, he’d been through enough, she didn’t need to inflict herself on him.

But she’d stay as long as they asked her to.

* * *

“I can’t believe you’re allowed to be up this late on a school night.” Aspen grumbled from her place at the control panel.

“I’ve got all As.” Dick said evenly into his hot chocolate.

“Yeah, well, when I was your age I had A bedtime.” Dick didn’t reply to that, and it took Aspen all of fifteen seconds of him giving her that serene yet challenging look he did for her to cave. He had almost definitely learned it from Calum. “I’m just fussing because I would have loved to do this when I was your age. I’m, like, retroactively jealous.”

“Sure.”

Aspen pretended to glare at Dick, which finally got him to crack a smile and break his own facade. “You have whipped cream on your nose.” She lied, just to make him check.

“Are you two playing nice in there?”

Calum’s voice came through the comms they both wore, making them both sit up a little more in their chairs. When he was out on patrols, he had the option to tune into their channel or not, as he saw fit. They had the same option back at the cave, but they never really turned his feed down unless he was, like, eating a granola bar on a safe rooftop somewhere. Aspen knew she was powerless if things went sideways, of course, but it made her feel a little bit better.

“Always.” Aspen said, at the same time that Dick said “No.”

Calum huffed a little under his breath. That was as close as he got to a laugh on these nights. “Alright.” They heard wind brushing past the mouthpiece, a tiny grunt as he settled on some surface. “‘S quiet tonight.”

“Too quiet?” Aspen asked, looking at the little red dot showing where he was in the city.

“No. Like the last few nights.”

“Do you think it’s because Falcone’s in jail?” Dick pipped up.

Calum took his sweet time answering. “That, or something’s coming.”

Aspen rolled her chair over to the police scanner and turned it up a little. She didn’t want to think about that. She was sure she’d be able to handle whatever came her way, and Calum was too, or else she wouldn’t be allowed down here. She poked her tongue into the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick she’d developed when she was getting used to her scar healing on that side.

She could handle a lot. She just had to remember that.

“You could go break up a brawl at Amsterdarn.” She suggested after a moment of listening through the static.

Calum snorted.

Aspen didn’t blame him. Amsterdarn was one of those flashy mixology bars, which she could only assume was full of designer party drugs and weird things to smoke. Right now, Venom was more of a cheap, dangerous fix for those with nowhere else to turn, so there was nothing there to interest him. Just trust fund kids getting scrappy and giving each other bloody noses.

As opposed to her trust fund kid, who did almost the same thing but in body armour.

Whatever. If the GCPD couldn’t handle some rowdy financial analysts, they didn’t deserve to have the Batman risking his neck against the supercriminals out there.

“I’m going to use this time to monitor a few active targets I’ve had my eye on.” Calum said finally.

“Man, I’m sorry I’m stuck back here.” Aspen deadpanned.

Dick laughed, but tried not to. “I’m glad to be here. I’m learning.”

“Yeah, yeah, boy wonder.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s late.” Calum interrupted. “You should go home.”

Aspen had been thinking about it, but now that he had said that she was staying. “I’ll be fine. I only really need to be awake for an hour or two tomorrow, anyways, the only important thing I have planned is that meeting with the hospital.”

“Oh, no big deal, then.”

“It’s a school night, you can’t talk to me.” Aspen fired back to Dick, and pretended to listen to the police scanner again. Maybe she should make gels tonight. Keep herself busy. She hadn’t had much need to run any DNA analysis gels, other than doing a few test runs and cute science experiments with Dick, but it would be good to be prepared. Shouldn’t make Gotham’s Caped Crusader wait on agar to harden.

That was pretty much how the night went. Aspen made agar gels to keep herself awake, and Dick drank hot chocolate and monitored the console just in case. After an hour or two of listening to Calum breathe in her ear she looked up and realized the kid had fallen asleep, so she took a moment to go off coms and shepherd him into bed. She wasn’t sure if Alfred was awake or not, but she did feel confident that he’d appear if anything did go sideways so she didn’t mind looking after the cave herself. Just her and the bats, and she liked the bats.

It was late - one? Two? When the call came through. Well, not call. Calum just said, very suddenly, after an hour of comfortable silence - “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Aspen’s stomach twisted.

“Police scanner,” was all Calum said, and Aspen set her erlenmeyer down to hurry over to the little radio box.

“...car 62-4, could we get a 10-9? Over.”

“10-100 near pier 72 at Port Adams, over.”

“Car 57-2, we’re about eight minutes away, over.”

“10-4 57-2, forensics is on its way. Over and out.”

Aspen hadn’t memorized the police codes yet. She had a cheat sheet nearby - somewhere - fuck, she couldn’t find it. “What does that mean?” It wasn’t a shooting, it wasn’t a psych patient, a riot was a 10-34…

“It’s a dead body.”

Aspen bit her bottom lip. “Oh.”

“I’m going to check it out. Might be able to get some good information before the CSI team tramples all over it.”

Now was not the time for Aspen to argue with Calum over his disrespect of her (unknowing) colleagues, so she just nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. She knew a lot of trade went in and out of Port Adams every day, and a lot of it was underground. Cal was probably hoping this body would help him crack into a smuggling ring somehow, and she knew he loved racing the cops on almost every occasion. Aspen was still just getting used to responding to that kind of thing.

Calum got there first, she could tell from the blip on the screen and his little pant of triumph as it got closer to the docks. “I see it. I’m setting the cowl to photography mode.” He said.

“Sounds good.” Aspen said, like she was excited to look at pictures of a corpse.

“I’ll upload them to you as I - oh, no. Is he there?”

Aspen’s stomach twisted. They didn’t use names on the comm, but she knew who he meant. If he didn’t want Dick to see the body, it must have been bad. “No, he went to bed.”

She heard Calum let out a long slow breath. “Good.” Another pause. “Shit.”

Aspen could hear sirens now through Calum’s mic. He had to get out of there before the Bat became a suspect, but before she could remind him the first of the photos uploaded to the console in the Batcave. It was dark, but her eyes didn’t even need a minute to adjust before it hit her like ice cold water - “Oh my god.”

She was a child.

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Undertales of Friendship: Beware the Man Who Speaks in Hands

Frisk was not having very good dreams.

Over and over, he would find himself descending down, down into the dark recesses of the "True" Laboratory beneath the normal place where Alphys had worked in the underground. The walls a dark green, a chill running through the air, a faint fog all around his feet as he nervously stepped past patient chair after patient chair. Over and over again he'd approach the sinks in the back of the room, turning them on to get the key one of them had inside them, hoping to flood the sinks and for the key to either float up, or the pipes beneath to burst open to get what he wanted. Yet that always gave way to the sight of that...THING coming out of the third sink.

A cute little round, cheery face, twisting and bulging and morphing into a monstrosity with a horrific laugh, large black eyes with pinprick white pupils gazing back. A tongue lagging out of one of many mouths, eternally crying and bleeding-black eyes on a whispy, curved tail like a scythe. This...this odd, strange, faintly melted specter of many faces looking back at him, three in a row all rising up from the sinks, mouths opening and closing and all speaking at once, and saying the same phrase again and again.

"LOREM IPSUM DOCET.

LOREM IPSUM DOCET.

LOREM IPSUM DOCET."

Frisk knew what it meant. Sorrow itself teaches. And he knew what these things were. Pieces of what had once been the Royal Scientist of the Underground, WingDinG Aster, aka Gaster, as he preferred to be called. More bestial and darker traits had risen up in this little "Mini-Me" of Gaster, and they were really only interested in one thing.

"Come join the fun."

"It's a real get together!"

"Become one of us! One of us!"

"You'll be with us soon." The Memoryheads intoned, as more heads sprang up around Frisk, knocking him back as they bulged and popped, Frisk shivering as the Memoryhead closest to him intoned in a dark voice.

"Sorrow itself teaches."

"Teaches what?" Frisk asked. And again the Memoryheads would get closer...closer. "Look, I-I don't want to join in the fun!" He insisted. How many times had he done this before, only to be ignored as they leapt on him and-

But now it was different. Now they merged together, popping and squishing into one, growing larger and larger as an enormous black maw opened slowly and a voice faintly echoey in tone rang out.

"I only want what's mine. And you have a part of it."

"Wh-what's that?" Frisk asked, a gigantic head now staring down at him, white pupils gazing deeper and deeper into him as Frisk found himself sinking, going further into the endless black that was engulfing him-

And then he awoke, Fluttershy the Pegasus gently dabbing a cloth over his head as he sat up on her couch, glancing about her little cottage. "Wh-what happened?"

"Oh, Frisk, sweetie, you fainted in the middle of feeding the chickens outside. Is it too hot for you? I don't know why you always wear a long-sleeve shirt." Fluttershy sighed a little, waving a hoof in the air. "I mean, blue does bring out your eyes, but you must get very hot."

"No, it...it isn't that." Frisk muttered, holding a hand to his head as he cringed. "I keep having these bad dreams and I haven't slept well lately."

"...dreams?" Fluttershy murmured. "Hmm. You know, I think I know someone who could help with bad dreams." She offered with a gentle smile, clasping her hooves together and beaming.

And indeed, a quick letter from Spike was sent out, and Princess Luna of Equestria was soon back in Ponyville, happily meeting with Frisk as the tired, ragged-faced, scarcely-able-to-keep-his-eyes-open child moaned, rubbing his head as he laid on the couch in Fluttershy's home. Fluttershy handed him some golden flower tea, another very popular dish brought up from the Underground thanks to the kindhearted Toriel, and Luna thoughtfully looked him over, dark blue eyes gazing intently at him as Sans, who was also there to look after the kid, gave the kid a hot dog. Or rather, a hot cat.

"Ugghhh. I'm sorry, Sans. I don't feel like eating it."

"geez. ain't even hungry enough to have one of my specialties? now I KNOW somethin' ain't right with you." Sans said, shaking his bony head back and forth. "maybe a joke'll cheer you up. what do you call a guy who gets run over? tired."

Fluttershy, Luna and Frisk all slooooowly turned their heads to directly look at each other, then at Sans, saying absolutely nothing. "..."

"...wow, something IS wrong with you. not even a chuckle." Sans commented with a surprised look on his face.

"I can see his soul's aura. It is plagued with bad dreams. Something has a grip on him." She reasoned aloud. "Frisk, I ask of you. Tell me EVERYTHING thou dost remember of thy dreams. It's most imperative."

"I'm dreaming of these...amalgamates. Melted-together things, pieces of a person that used to be. They're called Memoryheads because they're...well, they're like living heads that are the embodiment of a memory of a man." Frisk said, his tone sounding just as exhausted as the child looked. "A man named Dr. Gaster. He used to be the Monster Kingdom's Royal Scientist...and he was Sans and Papyrus's big brother."

"Whatever happened to him?" Fluttershy softly inquired.

"He fell into his machine, into the time/space continuum and now's in pieces."

"what Frisk here means is that he's at a PIECE conference." Sans remarked wryly.

Many, many, MANY miles away, something stirred. A very furious growl turned into a roar as a cracked face snarled out high and loud enough to crack every glass window in Canterlot. Which it DID.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT BONEHEAD SAID THAT!"

"OW. OW. Sans, that joke was so bad it's physically hurting me, OWWW." Frisk moaned out, Luna whacking her head against the nearby wall over and over again, Fluttershy covering her face with one hoof as Sans nonchalantly shrugged.

"maybe you're right. guess I should leave and make sure you get some-"

"DON'T YOU DARE-"

"PIECE and quiet."

"OHHHHH." Frisk groaned, writhing on the couch as Sans exited the house, laughing uproariously as another pained groan echoed out from miles away in Canterlot.

"Ugggghhhhh. How detestible. He should put more backbone into his pu-" Princess Luna began to say before cringing. "Oh sonofa-"

"HA!" Sans laughed.

Unbeknownst to them, it wasn't Frisk who was in the most danger. No, that dubious honor went to Papyrus, who was hard at work in his new job as a guard for Princess Celestia in her palace at Canterlot. Well, "work" is a strong word. Because currently, he was, along with the other guards, enjoying a nice game of charades with her. Celestia was pantomining a clown to demonstrate the circus, though the guards couldn't quite pick up on that, least of all Papyrus. Then again, perhaps the other guards DID realize it, they just couldn't speak over Pap's VERY loud voice.

"OH! OH, YOU ARE A FLOWER! NO, NO WAIT, YOU ARE A PATIENT FROM AN INSANE ASYLUM! NO, NO WAIT! A MAGICIAN! YES, I AM CERTAIN YOU ARE A MAGICIAN! IS THE WORD MAGIC?"

Celestia chuckled a little, Papyrus happily bouncing up and down in the throne room as she cheerily smiled back, some of the other guards jabbing each other in the side, snickering a bit at his childish exeuberance. It was really quite adorable.

But then the room began to get dark and cold, a chill settling in as Celestia realized that she could see her breath right in front of her. She gasped, quickly looking around the room as the expanse all about her began to convert into utter shadows, and she narrowed her eyes. Was this Discord playing a prank? It couldn't be Sombra, he wasn't around anymore! What was going on?

"...PaPyRuS..." A voice whispered, its voice haunting and echoing as Papyrus stiffened in shock, Celestia looking over in his direction before inky blackness began to swell around him, Papyrus struggling to get free of the darkness that was engulfing him. He let out a gasp, trying to push the other guards away so they wouldn't get sucked in, Celestia racing towards him.

"NO! PRINCESS, STAY BACK! I DO NOT WISH YOU HARMED!" Papyrus insisted, the blackness carefully pinning his arms to his sides as a form rose out of the black, its face skeletal, one black crack running up its right eye, another running down towards its mouth on the left as it gazed over Papyrus, bony hand clasping Papyrus's cheek. "DO...DO I KNOW YOU?"

"You don't remember, Papyrus?" It spoke. "I remember everything about you. Everything."

Papyrus's mouth gaped open slightly, Celestia taking a step forward, eyes intently narrowed as her horn glowed. "You release him NOW. I will not allow you to harm an innocent."

"I only want what's mine." The being said. "I need...to make USE of you." It told Papyrus.

And with that, the inky blackness exploded outward like a bomb, Celestia reeling back along with the guards as she gasped, glancing around...

Papyrus was gone.

AN HOUR LATER...

Sans was calmly sitting on a bench in the park, leaning back and doing nothing. Just the way he liked things. Calmly sighing, he looked up at the sky, and the clouds idly passing by as he saw Papyrus approaching off in the distance, dressed in his normal attire and eagerly sitting down next to him. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Papyrus asked Sans.

"well, i like to watch shapes in the clouds. that one looks like a flying dragon, see?" Sans said, pointing with a bony finger up at a draconic-shaped puffy cloud that looked like it was belching out 'flames', Papyrus nodding in agreement.

"OH, YES, IT DOES INDEED."

"and that lil' one over there looks like a mother duck, and the other ones after it are lil' ducklings."

"LIKE THAT CUTE LITTLE BIRD THAT LOVES TO CARRY PEOPLE OVER RIVERS?" Papyrus inquired.

"yeah. we gotta treasure that bird." Sans agreed with a calm, respectful nod.

"MAY I TRY ONE?"

"of course, paps." Sans said with a wink, Papyrus rubbing his long chin before pointing upward with a red-gloved hand.

"OOH! THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE A WOUNDED DERPY WITH SMOKE COMING OFF OF HER WINGS-"

KRAKKA-THROOOOOM! Derpy Hooves crashed hard into the market, a cry of "MY CABBAGES" echoing out through the air as a loud "Sorry' echoed out soon after, Derpy limping by them, angrily holding up an exploded mailbag, complete with the shredded remains of what had been a suspicious package and cake frosting and cabbages all over her body, Sans raising a nonexistent eyebrow as he looked her over.

"what happened?"

"It's a SICK world we live in with SICK PONIES!" Derpy shrieked, grumbling darkly as Papyrus shook his head back and forth.

"WHAT A SHAME. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER SEND MAIL THROUGH THE POSTAL SYSTEM."

"yeah. i'm guessing that was a Boom Boom Cake of Pinkie Pie's."

"HOW CAN YOU TELL?"

"cuz she's got a real explosive personality."

Silence for a long, long time before Papyrus wryly remarked "...I HATE TO TELL YOU THIS, BROTHER, BUT YOUR JOKE JUST...BOMBED."

Sans stiffened a little, slowly turning his head, as if truly seeing Papyrus for the first time, his mouth agape in surprise as Papyrus put a hand on his shoulder...with incredible weight behind it. "you're not paps."

"NO...I'm not." The being that was not Papyrus said. "You know who I am, Sans. And you know why I'm here. You understand why."

"gaster, come on, he's just a child-" Sans began to say, Gaster's stolen form shaking its head back and forth solemnly.

"I'm not going to harm him anymore than I've harmed Papyrus. Or that I'll harm you. I only want what's mine." Gaster explained."Now come. It's time for all of us to be one big family, Sans. The way it should be." He intoned kindly, as Sans felt a large embrace engulf him, the shadows swallowing his form as he fell deeper, deeper, deeper into the abyssal black around him...

And then, within a few moments, there was only what appeared to be Sans on the bench as he made his way back towards Fluttershy's cottage. "now then...third time is the charm."

...

...Frisk was still on the couch, fast asleep as Luna held a hoof to his head, focusing intently, her lips slightly pursed. Fluttershy stood nearby, biting her lip as the light softly filtered in through the window, bathing over Frisk in soft golden light as Luna cringed.

"This is serious. An immense block is inside his mind. Whatever's inside him has placed a mental barrier that I cannot easily break through. I will need additional help, Fluttershy." Luna sighed at last, removing her hoof from Frisk's forehead before steepling her hooves, lying back in the chair she was sitting on. "He will have to be taken to Zecora."

"taken to ol' stripeybutt, huh?" Sans's voice rang out as they turned, seeing he was stepping out of the closet, Fluttershy gasping as she slightly jumped up in the air. "what? c'mon, Fluttershy. nothing wrong with a couple skeletons in your closet. everybody has 'em."

"I take it you could simply...shortcut your way to Zecora?" Princess Luna mused aloud as he looked Sans over, the skeleton giving a cute little wink, showing off a faintly royal blue glowing eye as Frisk was softly hovered through the air and over towards him. "However are you able to do that?"

"ahhh, blue magic runs in the family, really." Sans the Skeleton remarked with a shrug. "both my brothers got different mastery over it. But Paps's spirit's tied to the trait of Bravery, so his magic comes off more orange. Me, I'm patient, so mine's light blue." He remarked with a shrug, unzipping his blue jacket as the sleeping Frisk was caaaarefully lowered down, down, and soon, was perfectly positoned right in front of Sans's form. With a little smile, Sans zipped his jacket back up, Frisk now warmly tucked away in the jacket almost like a mother kangaroo with her baby joey, as Sans patted the sleeping child on the head. "theeeere we go. all snug as a bug in a rug."

"You've been waiting to do that to him for a while, haven't you?" Fluttershy asked with a smile. "I can tell."

Sans gave her a big grin. "oh, you've no idea." He said, reopening the closet. "i'll see you two later. got a lot to do." he remarked before popping into the closet again, Fluttershy smiling before suddenly stiffening up. Something hadn't been right. What had he said? "My magic's light blue".

...but Frisk had been surrounded in a royal blue light.

"Princess Luna, I think something terrible has just happened." She realized aloud, wheeling around and looking into Luna's eyes. "We need to find Ms. Toriel immediately."

Meanwhile, Frisk was still tucked away inside the jacket as Gaster-Sans calmly walked down the forest path, heading to the abandoned Castle of the Two Sisters, the old castle of Princess Luna and Celestia. The castle was long overgrown, its steeples crumbling and cracked with trees around it drooping and saddened, everything about it giving off the air of dejection and abandonment as Gaster's borrowed form approached the front of the castle and pushed the doors open. Little Frisk was still fast asleep, Gaster's stolen form looking quietly down at Frisk, biting into a lack of bony lip.

He felt guilt. Frisk had been nothing but kind and loving to monsters like him. He'd freed his kind, he'd given his brothers something to live for again. Such a dear child.

"I..." He hesitated, gently stroking Frisk's brown-haired head. He just looked so cute, all tucked away tight and warm and safe in his jacketed body. "...he's just a child..." He murmured.

But he wanted to be whole again so dearly. To just be himself. Before he'd only been able to hold onto the material world in little bits and pieces, barely able to manifest for more than five minutes. But now with Sans and Papyrus sampled...

And soon it would be three with Frisk. Out of everyone in the Underground, four had the strongest physical connection to him. He'd been scattered in pieces across the Underground, and had barely managed to scrape enough of himself together for this wild, desperate plan. He needed four souls, and the pieces of himself within them: Sans, Papyrus, Frisk and Alphys. With Papyrus, his physical form would become more stable. With Sans, his mind would get more stable. With Alphys, he could get back his Soul. And with Frisk would come his heart, his compassion. He needed that. He needed to feel again. To just love someone.

"You're only feeling remnants of a man who once was." He murmured to himself, gently taking Frisk's sleeping form out of his jacket and laying him on a table as his visage began to shift, growing taller and darker. "You don't truly feel guilty. All you feel is a shell. Intellectually, you know you should feel disgusted. But you don't truly feel it. With the child claimed, you will. With the child claimed, you will feel again. Be almost utterly whole again. It's everything you want, isn't it?"

He now stood tall, a large skeleton in a dark cloaked robe with a silver undershirt, his form lean and faintly thin. A black crack ran up his eye, another running down to his mouth from the other eye, his skeletal hands having large holes in the center as he gently laid one on Frisk's head. "Believe me." He spoke softly to Frisk. "I'm truly grateful. With this, I'll be whole again. And you'll never be alone." He offered, shadows beginning to rise around Frisk as his SOUL was exposed...

Gaster flinching as he reeled back, cringing as he clutched at his chest, feeling his remnant of a Soul, his pale imitation flinching. Damn. The soft light of Sans and Papyrus within him were objecting. They were almost utterly overpowering him. Perhaps he couldn't claim the child yet. He'd need more raw power. Perhaps Alphys would do. Her Soul was rather weak-willed in comparison, and would provide the boost needed.

Ah, well. For now he could at least do one thing with the child. Carefully lifting the child up, he placed him between the folds of his coat as he buttoned it up more, the little one nicely tucked away inside him as he softly enjoyed the gentle movements of Frisk turning ever-so-slightly in a peaceful slumber. Sighing, Gaster sat down against a nearby wall, and softly drifted off to sleep himself to join the child in dreamland...

TO BE CONTINUED...

#Undertale #undertales #My Little Pony #My Litte Pony Friendship is Magic #crossover #fanfiction #fanfic #adventure #wd gaster #gaster #Frisk #Sans

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sukarabia · 3 years

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Ruggie x Sky - How Pretty

Because I’m a sucker for festival dates, after all T_T

Sky let out a dejected sigh as she walked through the festival stalls. Everywhere she looked were couples, friend groups, or families, all having fun: yet here she was, ruminating as she hung her head low. Night Raven College was celebrating one of its anniversaries, and truly, she couldn’t even remember what that celebration was for. But what she knew is that she messed up, big, big time.

“Oi, Sky- you sure about this? That box’s kinda heavy, isn’t it?” Ace looked dubious as he saw Sky pick up a box full of paint tins.

“Ace, what do you take me for? Carrying such a small box will be a piece of cake for me.”

She regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. What was even in that box? Sky was told it was only 'a few’ paint tins meant to help the art club design posters, but the box was a lot heavier than she had thought. Nevertheless, her pride wouldn’t let her admit that she couldn’t carry it- so off she went, legs wobbling. But seriously- why was that box so big? She couldn’t even see the ground, and-

“Wah- Sky, careful!”

“Huh?”

As soon as she heard Ace’s voice, Sky looked up- only to feel herself lose balance on the slippery ground. Her brain couldn’t process what had happened- but in the span of a few seconds, she landed on the ground, the box’s content shattered on the floor, and saw... someone drenched in paint?

“Sky, you oka-” Ace rushed over before stopping. “Who- WAH? Dorm Leader Riddle???”

“R-Rosehearts-senpai?” Sky’s eyes widened as she heard Ace pronounce his name. But her classmate was right- right in front of her was Riddle, completely drenched in green paint.

“.....”

Riddle stood there for a second, seemingly processing what just happened. Ace and Sky, frozen in fear, waited for him to explode- but to their surprise, Riddle just sighed and wiped some paint off his face. His eyes seemed to say, not surprised.... as he spoke to Sky:

“Sky, I think it’s better if you don’t handle the manual work- as a matter of fact, I think it’s better if you walk around the festival for now.”

Sky felt tears prickle her eyes as she recalled the events. Ah, seriously, how could she embarrass herself that badly? Ace tried to cheer her up, “Do you not realise how lucky you are?? It would have been off with your head for me!!”, but even her friend’s attempts at recomforting her felt futile as she remembered the expression on Riddle’s face.

It’s not like I was expecting anything from you, anyway. It was the exact expression everyone always looked at her with. Especially him. It felt that as time passed, the distance between them was growing further and further- she was trying her best, but no matter what she did, things always ended up going south. Would she always remain the little black duck of the family? Lost in her thoughts, Sky did not notice the silhouette behind her, until she felt a hand on her shoulder-

“Kyaaah!! what-” Sky jumped, startled, until she recognised the owner of the hand. “Ruggie?? You scared me!”

“I could say the same thing, y’know! What’s up with ya? I tried callin’ you, but you just wouldn’t pick up. What are ya doin’ all alone?”

“Ruggie....”

“Huh? Why are you crying? Wait, wait, explain-”

“... So that’s what happened, huh.”

“Ugh... Seriously, so embarrassing... I wanna hide in a hole....” Sky sighed, sitting on a bench, a little further from the festival.

“But aren’t ya happy? That he didn’t get mad, I mean?”

“Of course not!! If he doesn’t get upset, that means he was totally expecting it!!” Sky eyes teared up again. “I tried so hard to build a reputation, but now it feels like everyone knows how useless I am, that they don’t even have expectations for me anymore....”

Ruggie looked at the young girl next to him. Slowly, he reached his hand to pat her head, looking away as she started sobbing. The laughter and lights from the festival in the distance seemed almost cruel as Sky struggled to catch her breath. Why do things never go as planned?

“... Ain’t that better, though?”

“Huh?” Surprised, her tears stopped as she peered over at Ruggie.

“The fact that people know how you truly are, y’know. Doesn’t it feel better, to not have to keep up a front and whatnot?”

“But-”

“No one’s perfect, y’know. Not Jamil, not me- not even Vil-san, or Malleus-san. Everyone goes through hardships ‘n’stuff. Ain’t that normal?” At the mention of Jamil’s name, Sky’s face fell. “We all go through trials, and that’s what life’s all about, doesn’t it? Doesn’t come with a guide book or anythin’.” His eyes met Sky’s. “What just happened, wasn’t that because ya didn’t ask for help? It’s rich comin’ from me, but y’know, asking for help isn’t a bad thing. No one’s gonna judge you for that, m’kay?”

Sky let out a small hum as she diverted her attention back to the stall. The lights seemed even stronger reflected in her teary eyes, and Ruggie was almost enchanted by the sight. Shaking his head, he snapped out of it, and stood up. Startled, Sky looked at him with a surprised expression as Ruggie extended his hand to her.

“Now, what d’ya say about us visiting the festival? Might as well, right? Shishishi ~”

“Waaah, Ruggie, you’re amazing!!!”

Sky marvelled over Ruggie’s goldfish scooping skills, as the young hyena managed to catch another 3 goldfishes at once. The Octavinelle student responsible for the stand seemed to grow more and more uneasy as his goldfish stock began to shrivel. Seriously, how is that guy so good at this...?

“Heh, that’s nothin’ for me, y’know ~” Ruggie’s ears wiggled, obviously delighted by the praise. “In my hometown, we often go fishin’, and stuff.”

“Fishing? But... not for goldfishes, right?” Sky looked caught off-guard. Eating goldfishes...? Seeing her expression, Ruggie could not resist teasing her.

“Shishishi, of course we did. Goldfishes are delicious, y’know? Want me to cook them for you later?”

“H-huh? No!!!! You shouldn’t eat goldfishes!! Look how adorable they are!!!” Instinctively, Sky protectively held her goldfish to her chest. Ruggie couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence.

“Shishishi, you believe me way too easily ~” but Sky’s expression remained full of suspicion. “... Oi, what d’ya take me for... Why would I eat goldfishes, there’s barely any nutrients in them, y’know.”

“.. Pff... Hahaha... Ruggie, you’re seriously so weird.” It was Ruggie’s turn to get caught off-guard. Sky finally looked like she was back to normal, and he couldn’t help but slightly blush at her smiling face.

“.. Ah, that’s right. Wanna go to another stand?” He tried changing the subject, looking away to hide his rosy cheeks.

“Ah- I completely forgot about it!” Sky jerked up, startling Ruggie in the process. “Ignihyde are doing a carabine stand- I heard Mayu sewed cute plushies as prizes, I wanna go!!”

“Aaah ~ that was fun....” Sky sighed as she sat on a bench near to another stall.

“Sure was. Didn’t know those Ignihyde guys designed a whole zombie-style shootin’ game... Kinda felt off with the whole festival theme, but it was fun ~” Ruggie leaned back on the bench, stretching as he drank a can of fresh coke.

“Ah... We walked for so long, I’m super thirsty now...”

“Mh? Wanna drink mine?”

“Huh?” Sky blushed as her eyes widened. “N-No way! That’s basically an indirect kiss!!!”

“An indirect ki-” Ruggie looked caught off guard, before switching to a grin, scooting closer to Sky. “Shishishi, if that’s the first thing ya thought about, must’ve been on yer mind, hasn’t it? ~”

“W-??? No, of course not!!!” Sky got up, as red as a tomato. “I-I’ll go get my own, you stay here!!!”

“Want me to-”

“No!!!! I don’t need you to come!!! You stay here!!!”

The young girl stormed off, ears flaming as Ruggie let out a small laughter. Man, was he glad to finally see her acting like her usual self again. Jamil’s Overblot really affected her, after all: for a few weeks, she barely smiled, sighing and looking dejected whenever she was alone. Ruggie had been seriously worried about her- she really took her vice dorm head’s ob personally, and had avoided all social interactions for a while. But a month after, it finally seemed like she was regaining hope. Aah ~ how troublesome... But I’m glad. He thought, watching over Sky as she pondered over which drink to buy.

“- Hey, isn’t that Gray-senpai lil’ sis?”

“Ah, Sky Cymatilis, right? Yeah, heard about her.”

“She’s kinda cute, isn’t she? Man, they’re really do look alike.”

“Nah, leave it, wouldn’t bother. They’re like night and day.”

Ruggie snapped out of his thoughts as he overheard two RSA students walk past. Were they talking about Sky? Little sister? Sky never really talked about her family, but Ruggie remembered overhearing Sky and Ace complain about older siblings. What that ‘Gray-senpai’ her older brother? And what was that last comment about?

“Alright, I’m back!!!”

“Ah, Sky, welcome back. What did ya get?”

“This cool drink from the Mostro Lounge stall, they had so many flavours!”

“I see, I see ~” Ruggie sipped on his drink absentmindedly, before turning to the girl next to him. “... Hey, Sky. Got any siblings?”

“H-huh? S-siblings?” Sky expression looked like she had just swallowed salt. “A-ah.. Well... I do... K-kinda... An older brother...”

Ruggie hummed a small ah, I see, as he finished his drink. Sky’s reaction told him what he wanted- that it was a sensitive subject all right, so he chose not to pry about it further. She’d tell him about it in due time, probably. On the other hand, Sky seemed preoccupied as she twirled the drink in her hand. Siblings, huh.... After a few minutes of silence, Ruggie plopped a hand on her head.

“Wanna go see fireworks? They should be startin’ soon. I know a perfect spot for that ~”

“Waaah, this place is so nice!”

“Heh, of course ~ Savanclaw’s the best place for firework viewin’.”

“Seems like a lot ofstudents thought the same, huh. It’s fuller than I expected.” Sky leaned back on the rock Ruggie chose, considerably higher than the rest. “But it’s a lot comfier than I thought, and we’re going to get such a great view of the fireworks!!”

“Shishishi ~ Got that right.” Ruggie smiled, turning his head as soon as he heard a loud BANG! “Oh, they’re startin’.”

The two young students remained in silence for a while, in awe of the fireworks. Crowley made sure that NRC’s festival would be more impressive than RSA’s, all the way down to the colours of the fireworks- the green and blue-ish colours filled the night sky, reminiscent of auroras.

“Wow.... The colours are amazing... It really feels like I’m in another country right now....”

“Yeah, they really went all-out with that one, huh.”

The show went on for a few minutes, occasionally accompanied by a bunch of “Ooh”s and “Aah”s as the fireworks depicted the face of the great seven, as well as Crowley’s own mask- which brought a few laughter from the crowd. As a rain of spark came on during the finale, everyone cheered, raising their hands to the sky, entranced by the sight.

“Wow, that is so pretty...” Sky marvelled.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” But Ruggie hadn’t been watching the fireworks. How could he? All his attention was devoted to watching Sky’s dewy eyes, illuminated by the large-flowered fireworks.

“.... How pretty.”

#sky x ruggie #twst yume

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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A/N - Sorry I’m clearly seriously out of it I accidentally put this as chapter three. It’s chapter six, so it is a new one. Apologies for any confusion my dumb bitch disease may have caused.

LOST IN TRANSLATION

↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER SIX ↳The school receives some bad news, and it seems you’re in high demand to help out with the solutions.

Sitting in the principal’s office was not the way you wanted to start your Wednesday morning, but at least you weren’t alone.

All of the main staff members were cramped into the small room, Principal Kim behind the desk, Min nabbing the only armchair opposite, looking half asleep, the PE teacher on a stool and the rest of you standing awkwardly or leaning against the walls.

The principal himself looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. His normally sculpted face was a little puffy around the cheeks and a cowlick in his fringe stuck up on an angle. His voice was strangely subdued, not what you’d come to expect from the boisterous headmaster. “Everyone,” he announced solemnly, “I’m so sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I feel like I’ve failed as a leader and as a caretaker, but… The school board have decided to cut funding.”

You don’t fully understand the technical jargon he uses, but the reactions of the other staff fill the gaps. Hoseok sits forward on his stool. “What? That’s ridiculous, they can’t do that!”

Kim rubs his eyes tiredly. “They can,” he admits, “because our students…aren’t exactly high achievers.”

“What does that mean?” Namjoon asks defensively.

“Other schools around the area have higher graduation rates, have national sports teams or academics. We haven’t even made regionals in anything since 2016.”

You watch silently as the staff split two ways; some like you, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin fall into a morose silence, while the older teachers get riled up. Teacher Min sits himself up, leaning over the desk and jabbing a finger at his superior. “That’s bullshit,” he spits, “those kids need this fucking school, whether they’re little Einsteins or not!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Kim messes with the papers on his desk. “I’ve been calling every friend in the industry for hours now, and they’re well within their right to cut funding if we don’t give adequate results, no matter how much the students need it.”

Hoseok whines miserably. “Oh, what do we do?”

“It’s fine,” Namjoon suggests, “we just need to provide better results for the school and then they’ll see that we deserve to be here.”

“And what if we can’t,” Min counters, “what if they do shut us down? The parents can’t afford to send their children to those other schools. Huh? Did the fucking school board think about that?”

“Do not swear in my office, Min Yoongi,” the principal warns, “this isn’t the time for anger, it’s the time for action. We have no other choice.” He takes a deep breath and turns to the coach. “Hoseok, you’ll need to pick one team that you feel has the best chance at making regionals and put all your training time into them. Taehyung, can you please start brainstorming some ways you and your class could fundraise, and Yoongi: I know there’s a national mathematics competition coming up in a couple weeks. It’s late notice, but I need you to get a team together. It seems like that’s the quickest way to get national recognition since our sports teams need to go through the regional phase. And Y/n,” you glance up in confusion when he says your name, and you’re immediately taken by the somber depths in his eyes, “I am so sorry this had to happen while you were here. Your work abroad should be a positive experience, not…this nightmare.”

You shake your head resolutely. “I want to help. I want to help you and help kids. What thing I can do to help, please say it.”

He gives you a soft smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I appreciate that, Y/n. Truly.”

Before anyone can break the brief lull after the principal stops, the first bell of the day goes off. Teacher Min stands up from his chair with great pomp and circumstance and makes a show of stalking out of the office and slamming the door behind him.

One by one, the teachers file out silently like some funeral procession, with you tracking behind Namjoon. As you break out of the reception block and into the sharply cool air outside, a hand tucks around your elbow and pulls you aside.

You glance up, seeing the coach stare down at you with an indecisive look on his face. Behind him, you see a puppy-haired figure in a floral shirt and tan pants hover awkwardly, biting his lip.

You put your attention back on Hoseok when he says your name. He doesn’t let go of your elbow as he speaks. “I’m sorry that I’m asking this, but you said you wanted to help, and I could really use someone…would you mind coming in to school early to help me out with training these next few weeks? I think my soccer team has the best shot at competing, and I remember you telling Jin you could play.”

“Oh. Um, yes. Well, I’m not sure. The way to school alone I don’t know. I go by Jimin’s car.”

He gives you a little grin. “I’ll pick you up, Jimin’s house isn’t far from mine, and it’s on the way anyway. We start training at 6, so I’ll pick you up 5:45?”

Your heart drops in your chest and your smile becomes a little strained. “Okay.”

“Great!”

He drops your arm but gives you a delicate pat on the cheek and runs off to class. You blink dumbly, caught off-guard by that unexpected contact, but before you can look around to try and find where Namjoon’s gotten off to, you’re approached by the man who was waiting for you. He jogs up to you with relief.

“Hello, Y/n! Did you sleep well?”

You nod at Taehyung. “I did, thank you.”

“Good!” He clears his throat a little, kicking at the ground. “I, um, I’m really glad you wanted to come on the art excursion. Having extra staff always helps, especially since the parents who are helping out don’t know what they’re doing, and… Well. I’m mostly happy that you wanted to come so that I can get to know you better. You’re really pretty, you know.”

You feel yourself light up with an uncontrollable blush. “Oh, thank you! Um, you’re very pretty too. Man-pretty. The right word I don’t know.”

He breaks into a wide, boxy smile, and ruffles his hair shyly. “Man-pretty? I like it. Anyway, you should probably get to class now but I’ll come get you when it’s time to go, okay?”

You send him a warm smile and an excited nod. “Yes, okay!”

He hesitates a moment longer, eyes roaming over your face with an oddly spaced-out look on his face, then gives you a curt nod and walks away with a little bounce in his step.

You look around for Namjoon, only to see him ten or so meters away, giving you an amused grin. You flush again and jog to catch up with him.

You watch warily as the math teacher slams open the door to the staffroom, lands his eyes on you, and approaches you swiftly. You can’t help but let out a little yelp as he comes closer, forcing you to back up until the small of your back hits the kitchen bench and he cages you in with an arm on the bench either side of you. You clutch tightly on to your mug of hot chocolate. “Um, hello?”

“If I ask you something, can you promise me you’ll never tell another soul?”

Your eyes widen. “Um, it depends on what you need to ask me. Maybe yes?”

His lip quirks a little. “Okay, fair enough. If you have any respect for me as a person, you won’t tell anyone. Especially Seokjin. Or Jungkook. Or- Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

You breathe shallowly with nerves, but he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne through the wafting steam of the hot chocolate. “Yes, okay, yes.”

“Good. I need someone to help me with the mathletes team.”

“Oh, I don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t push your intellect and ask you to do any actual math.” You glare at him reproachfully. “I just need someone to help me put together some PowerPoint presentations each week. I’m not good with technology.”

You snort before you can think better of it. His eyes narrow and you clear your throat, trying to school your expressions. “I can do it. PowerPoint is very easy.”

He scoffs and pulls back, finally giving you space to breathe. “It’s not that easy! Jungkook once got on my computer and changed all my font preferences to comic sans and now I don’t know how to get rid of it. And he made it so that every time I type my name it corrects to Lil Meow Meow.” He pouts cutely, though you don’t think he’s aware that he’s doing so. “I haven’t been able to put together a decent PowerPoint for my students since last May.”

You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek and manage to keep composed enough to nod, humming a little since you didn’t trust yourself to speak without laughing again.

“Okay, come with me.”

You falter. “What? I go to the museum with Taehyung now. I don’t have time now.”

Min frowns. “Tell him you’re busy. I need you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”

He sighs like he hasn’t slept in a thousand years. “Y/n, I thought I could trust you. Alright then, after school you can tell Jimin you’re having dinner with me. We can sort out the presentations for the next few days.”

Your mouth falls open a little. Would this be what your year looked like? Everyone else telling you exactly how you’d spend your time?

The door opened again, Taehyung practically skipping into the staffroom, before freezing in his tracks. “Am I interrupting something?”

Min shoots you a warning glance. “No, not at all.” He ducks closer under the pretense of reaching behind you for a tissue off the bench, and whispers directly into your ear, “will you come?”

He pulls back, holding the tissue awkwardly, and you nod at him. He gives you a curt nod back and leaves the room swiftly.

Taehyung’s mouth dangles open a little. “Uh, are we all good to go?”

“Y-yeah, we are.”

Hi all, sorry this one’s a little short, I just had four midterms and an oral test in the space of a week so ya girl was a little pressed for time! I’m on a break over Easter though so hopefully more to come soon!

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lynxgriffin · 5 years

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Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

#undertale #delta rune #lynx plays delta rune #lynx plays undertale #undertale spoilers #delta rune spoilers #scheduled this so it posted after the no spoilers rule so hopefully that works out #NO PLEASE WHAT HAPPENED HERE I STILL HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS #also I NEED MUSIC REMIXES NOW #also also so uh #EXPECT ART IN THE FUTURE #SORRY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF #including doing the running commentary thing!

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Songbook: Erik: Take Me Away

A/N: Heyyy here’s the next installment of The Songbook Series!!! Taglist is open!! Also, I’m trying to get used to my nail length or whatever, so typos are probably strung through out. My Bad. Kind of some domestic fluff, mixed with what the fuck, then smut.

Catch up Here!

Song: Daniel Ceasar: Take Me Away

Erik always spoiled her. Mentally reminding her she was the only person that had ever made him settle down. He knew he’d fucked up even if she didn’t do whatever she wanted she got. “Yo, what’s the move?” Erik says moving around their bedroom. He places his shoes at the feet of the bed and awaits Asa to answer.

Asa stands facing the mirror blasting SWV singing into her brush as if she’s a t a concert. “That explains why your love....” Erik grabs the brush playfully. “Hey!”

“Look your imaginary audience can wait for just a minute.” Erik smiles. “You said we were out today. Where we going?”

“Since it’s my weekend to chose, shopping. I want that damn outfit you said was out of our budget but then you went and bought four hundred dollar shoes.”

“I said that it wasn’t in your budget.” Erik said walking out of their room.

Kojack hops on the bed dragging his shoe in his teeth. Asa says nothing laughing as he starts to bite the tongue. “We share a bank account babe, how is it not in my budget?”

“It’s ugly man damn. That outfit ain’t cute!” He yelled from the kitchen.

“You said I could get it when I got back! I’m back and I’m getting it nigga!” She squints her eyes at Kojack. “Your dad is gonna get you.” She reaches for the shoe and he moves further up the bed. “Kojack!” She whispers. “Stop!”

“You gone look a hot ass mess. Get what you want. I ain’t gone stop you.”

“You never told me what happen last week when I left, you out there fucking hoes?”

“Yeah all the hoes.” He says sarcastically. “You ready to go?”

“Almost.” Asa slides into her denim shirt and pants then grabs her boots.

Asa turned to the side admiring her figure, she used to have ass for days. Now it was there but not there but it was aight. Erik didn’t seem to mind the change in her curves. She tossed hr hair into a messy ponytail and dabbed on her lip gloss.

“Aw hell naw!! Asa why you letting him eat my shoes!”

“You bet not whoop him either. I swear to god we gone fight!” Asa ran out the room scooping him up in her arms. “What I tell you about leaving stuff around the house?” She cackled. “Mama won’t let him get you.” The dog growled at Erik as he walked closer and then he stepped back.

“You know what, remember that shit when you want some Kibbles and Bits and yo moms off denying people at the bank.”

The mall isn’t busy and Erik is elated because he was starting to notice too many people pissed him off. He follows behind Asa making fun of her outfits and singing the store music loud. “Ma, do not buy that damn romper. Baby a romper aint for everybody.” Erik strolls through his phone. “but a dress.”

Unknown: Missing me? Like the way that you and your girl matching and shit.

He slides over hitting the red delete button and then slides his phone in his pocket. “How long we gone be in here anyway. Got all these nosey ass people watching us.” He glares at the clerk whose been following them for a few minutes. “Ey, you got a motherfucking problem ma’am?”

The woman ducks back down behind the clothes and Asa pushes him. “They can look all they want to baby. Who am I to judge them for judging me? Plus now it’s gone be hella awkward when we check out.”

His phone vibrates again and he ignores it tossing her some panties in the cart. “You need step it up here lately. I wanna see more ass and less cotton.”

“If you get to buy my underwear then I get to buy yours, I want you to wear some tight white cotton...” She looks up and Erik has walked away from her holding up a peace sign as he waves in and out of the rows. “Where you going?”

“To sit my ass down. Come get me when you done.”

The salon was slow today. Asa dipped her feet in the warm water allowing the jets to spray over her feet. The oils were slick at the bottom of the tub but they were much needed. Erik had left her alone for a while, likely buying shoes and returning the outfit, he hated.

The woman takes the seat next to her, dipping her feet in her water and adjusting the massager. “Oooh girl, that polish is dope!” She pointed to Asa’s fresh set of nails. “I mean beautiful.”

Asa smiles glancing down at her polish. “Thank you honey. My man loves this color.” She paused thinking of the last time she’d got the color. It didn’t take much to turn Weik on and The bubble bath nail color against her skin was a trigger. He’d thrown her around the room pegging her hands behind her back making her beg. She blushed and placed her hand back on the chair. “He’s spoiled somewhat I guess.”

“Lucky him.” She glances at her hand again. “How long have you been with him?”

“Almost four years in a few months.” Asa added up. “Four years, Five months and three days. He said the anniversary is gonna be amazing. I’ll believe it when I see it. His thoughts on amazing contains sports and making me cook.”

“Girl.” The woman laughs with her. “He sounds like a character.”

“Yes, where are you from?” Asa asks watching the little Asian man reach down for her foot.

“Oakland. What about you?”

“Compton.” Asa exhales. “I moved up here and then me and Erik got a house in San Jose to get away.”

“Erik,” she pauses. “Oh shit! Erik Stevens?”

“Yes.” Asa knew everyone knew him. He was always out. Always. “That’s my baby.”

“Small world. I seen him at this party last week!”

“Yes, he told me he went out. One weekend to kick it with Dame and act out.”

“Yes, He was like a celebrity or some shit.”

Asa laughs crossing her arms. “Don’t fill his head up now.”

“Yeah he don’t need that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Malaysia..” Malaysia extends her hand. “I think I’m gonna get that color and see if I have some luck on my man.”

“Hey, baby if the sex gods bless you with what I had you winning.”

Erik sits on the bench with all of her bags waiting. “T, if you let me know what dates I’ll get with my girl and you can stay with us.”

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Man, did I fucking say you were inconveniencing me nigga. I’m opening my doors to you and your girl. Say the date so we can plan?”

“Next month, there is a conference I have to attend in the Americas. Will that be okay?”

“Perfect. We can plan for that.” Erik watches as Malaysia comes out with Asa and they are talking, laughing and acting like old friends. “Fuck.” He hangs up abruptly. He gathers her bags walking towards her. “Baby girl, you ready?”

“Almost, I’m taking Lay number down. Can you believe I just made a damn best friend in the nail salon.”

“Man don’t be conversing with strangers babe.” He whispered watching Malaysia enter her phone number in the phone.

“Erik! You don’t remember me?”

“No clue,” Erik said.

“Come on.” She pushes him playfully.

“Man ma, I don’t know who the fuck you are.” He gave her a smug smile. “But I gotta get my baby out of here. You ready?”

“Yes.” Asa grabbed his arm. “Lay, it was good to meet you! Sorry he’s rude! See you in two weeks babe!”

Erik doesn’t want to argue over her. He doesn’t want to draw extra attention to the fucking not so new mystery bestie so he says nothing as they walk to the car. Asa notices strolling through her phone admiring her nails that for the first time he never complimented. “What’s up with you? Are you mad?”

“Nah, why?” He throws her bags in the backseat opening her door for her and then walks around to the driver’s side of the car.

“Because ever since I left the nail salon you’ve been short with me.”

“Man why did you give her your number? You can’t be going around giving strange ass women your number.”

“Actually, yes the fuck I can. It’s how people become friends truthfully. It won’t hurt talking to her. Fuck the only people I talk to are you, Kojack and my mama. So if I wanna make a fucking friend in the nail salon nigga I will.”

“Whatever.” His mind wondered on the ride home not responding to her. “So, you wanna fuck this girl or something?”

Her mouth dropped in shock. “What! It ain’t even like that Erik! I don’t want her. She just seemed nice.”

“Yeah nice.”

She bit her lip watching him stare ahead. “I can’t believe your ass is jealous of the chick from the fucking nail salon. You think I would cheat on you?”

“You got a fucking number in a nail salon! Shit. Did I come home with numbers? Hell naw, just bags of shit I done bought for a woman trying to holla at lil bitches at the mall.”

“I’ll delete her.”

“Thank you. Shit.”

“But you still ain’t right. And you fucking owe me because I still ain’t got no friends.”

“Owe you?? Aight bet.”

********

“Erik!” Asa’s fingers grip onto his head as he sucks at her clit causing her to shatter for the third time in five minutes. “No more.” She says pushing him with her tiny feet on his shoulders.

Erik nips at the side of her thighs. “Nah ma, you said I owe you. I’m not gone stop until my debt is paid.” He laps at her clit once more dipping his tongue down at her entrance tasting the small drops of her cum running down her. “How many more you got in you.”

“None nigga.” She playfully pushes him from her and climbs up her body peppering kisses on ever inch of her until he meets her breast. He swirls tongue around her brown nipple feeling it grow harder beneath him and then he sucks hard making her arch off the bed and barely bites to add the perfect amount of pressure. His length is pressed up against her straining against his boxers. Erik moves over to beast tugging on her nipple with his thumb and index finger and then twisting sending a sharp pain to her. Asa’s mouth is open and dry as he slaps at them and then worships them once more sucking and biting at them until her body all but explodes into another orgasm.

He snatches her hands from his back and pins them over her head. “I want four more from you. You gone give it to me?”

“No.”

“Uh yeah the fuck you are,” Erik slides off his boxers and he pushes her legs flat against the mattress. “How many?”

“None nigga. This pussy is-“ He slams into her winding his hips and dragging back out. Her legs are immediately weak shaking and wild. Asa meets him with each thrust.

“What about this pussy huh?” Erik says lifting her hips and pushing back into her in a relentless speed. The loud claps of their skin echo throughout the silent house followed by the melodic mewls of pleasure from Asa. Erik grunts biting down on his lip. “This pussy gone give me another one huh? Look at how your body already shaking! Give it to me!”

Asa’s body is on the brink of another one as she feels the ribbons of euphoria breaking through her body. Erik pushes into her once more hitting that perfect spot and she gushes for him. Her cum rushes out and her legs fight to move her from under him so she can breathe. “Oh fuck ma, you missed daddy that bad you crying for him? Huh?” He pins her legs fucking her harder. “Huh!”

“Yes.” She screams hoping he will let up, and he doesn’t rolling her over on him she falls on his chest weak. “Erik please, I’m fucking spent.”

He allows her to lay on his chest before he lines himself back up and slides back in her. He cradles her wrapping his arms around her using his legs to perch her up. “Three more.” He says grinding into her causing the sweetest friction on her clit. That paired with the angle has her floating down from another one in seconds. “Ahhh Yeah, mama gripping that dick huh?” Erik is close dragging his teeth across his bottom lip, slapping her ass. “Two more... give daddy two fucking more.”

Asa sits up on him resting her palms in his chest. She lifts herself up and down allowing him to watch the intrusion. He fucks up into her matching her rhythm until she squirts over him raining down trickles over he arousal with a small scream. Erik grips her waist fucking her relentlessly. Every stroke seems deeper than before and his hips are erratic. “Oh fuck!” He says feeling that zing of pleasure at his stomach and then pulsing through the rest of his body as his hips slam into her and he cums. “Asa, god damn.”

“You got everything you asked for damn it, jealous ass.”

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specialmindz · 6 years

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“YIP! YIP!”

A small annoying dog bounced around the two little skeletons, hoping for one of them to drop one of their tasty frozen treats.

“YIP, YIP YIP YIP!”

“i think he wants your ice cream bro...” said Sans slyly.

“ALL HE’S GONNA GET IS MAH FOOT UP HIS ASS! DIS MY ICE CWEAM! GO WAY DOODY-DOG!”

“YIP YIP!” The dog continued to run about, completely oblivious to the infant’s anger.

“pap, it’s melting.”

“*GASP!*” Frantically, Papyrus lapped at his cone, not wanting his hand and sleeve to get sticky and gross. He usually waited until his ice cream was gone before intentionally getting messy like a good baby, but this dog was proving to be quite a distraction.

“YOU WANNA DIE DOGGY? IS DAT WHAT YOU WANT? I USE YO’ FUR AS A BLANKY!”

“why don’t you just give him a little lick pap? just a little one.”

“Nyeh?” Pap looked at him quizzically. “You want me to lick da’ pup?”

“no-”

“I lick em’ on da’ snout?”

“no bro, you’re not listening to me.”

And the baby continued not to listen, giving the dog a small lick on the nose. Maybe if the doggy thought Papyrus was a friend, he would stop trying to get at his ice cream.

Friends didn’t take friend’s ice cream.

“There you go doody-dog! We friends now, so you go home.”

The dog pawed at his nose and whimpered, not liking how the air was now suddenly too chilly in that particular area.

“you’re so gross pap, heh heh heh!”

“Nyeh? YOU GOSS! I gots to protect mah cweam cause’ SOMEBODY won’t look after me!”

“i have one hp bro! whaddya’ want me to do, kick em’? he’ll bite me and i’ll die papyrus.”

“Throw a snowball then lazybones! Im-po-vise!”

“now if i do that, i’ll have to hold my cone in one hand or it’ll get dirty, and eventually my arm will get tired and then i’ll have a problem.”

“YOU HAVE A PROBLEM NOW!”

“not with these i don’t,” said Sans pulling out an old CD player and ear buds. The batteries were long dead, but luckily for him, Papyrus didn’t know that. He could pretend not to hear him as long as the infant didn’t start wondering why he never heard anything despite his older brother turning the volume up whenever he yelled.

“Why you gotta ignore the baby Snas? I gots a per-dicament over here and you’s not helping me...”

“...”

“...I hope you drop your stupid stink phallic ice cweam.”

“my ice creams not phallic!”

“Yes it is. Why you so cweepy Snas? Don’t you want friends?”

“I’M creepy?! my ice cream’s just like this, i didn’t make it! besides, who pretends his spaghetti noodles are snakes?”

“I does! Da’ meatballs be eggies,” said the baby smiling. “The biggest noodle be the mama snake and I’s the bird that gobbles em’ all up! Nyeh heh heh!”

“...”

“Then I eats the eggs.”

Sans chuckled and slurped up some juice from his popsicle. “you eat the eggs huh? you know there are babies in those eggs...”

“...Nyeh?”

“yep. little baby snakes.

“Nuh uh! The eggs be for the snake’s breakfast! People don’t eat babies!”

“uh, yeah they do bro. where do you think baby snakes come from? you think the mom just poops them out?”

“Yes.”

“no. no pap, they come from eggs.”

Papyrus’s eyes filled with tears. “I’s eating babies...?”

“uh..”

Oh crap!

“Nyeh…nyeehhh…”

“no! no no no, don’t cry! you’re PRETENDING to eat babies! your meatballs are made of meat pappy.”

“Meat of baby?”

“no bro, they’re probably made of magic.”

“Magic babies?”

“NO.”

Note to self, don’t feed Pappy eggs.

“Is dis ice cweam made of baby?” The baby bones held up his melting ice cream.

“*sigh* no bro, it’s not. just eggs.”

“But there be a talking snowman over in Snowdin. Maybe dis ice cweam be his baby!”

“nope.”

“But maybe it is! Maybe da’ ice cweam man be evil big Buther! Maybe he steals the snowman babies and sells em’ on da’ market!”

“…i highly doubt that.”

“I bet he do. I bet he evil as hell! You just like him cause’ he give you food.”

“hey screw you pal, I like him cause’ he’s cheap-”

“YOU CHEEP! YOU SELL YOUR MORALITY FOR SWEETS! You’s bad big Buther, you’s bad and I’m telling Daddy!”

“you do that.”

“I’m gonna! Imma tell upon you and destroy da’ ice cweam man too!”

“the hell you will! you leave that monster alone papyrus!”

“NYEH HEE HEE! IMMA SAVE DA’ BABIES!”

“GET BACK HERE!”

The infant took off like a bullet, the dog and Sans right on his heels.

“YIP YIP!”

“GET LOST DOODY-DOG! I’S RUNNING OVER HERE!”

“TRIP HIM! TRIP HIM DOG!”

“DON’T TRIP DA’ BABY!”

“YIP, YIP YIP!”

“Huh?” The ice cream man tilted his head from behind the umbrella of his cart to try and spot where the commotion was coming from. “Aw-hawww, are you three having fun?”

“RUN DUDE! FUCKING RUN!!”

“DIE BABY-KILLER!!”

BLOOSH!

Two Gaster Blasters fired in succession, one incinerating the ice cream man’s hat.

“AHHH! WHAT THE HELL KID?!”

“NYEHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

BLOOSH!

“WHY IS HE ATTACKING ME? SANS YOU SWORE HE WOULDN’T ATTACK ME!”

“YOU’S SELLING BABIES ON DA’ MARKET!”

BLOOSH!

“SANS GET YOUR CRAZY BROTHER!!” Screamed the cart-owner ducking down. It was a miracle he hadn’t been killed yet, but if this kept up…

“I’M TRYING! BRO STOP!”

“I GOTS TO SAVE THE BABIES SNAS!”

“THE ICE CREAM’S NOT MADE OF BABIES, IT’S MADE OF MILK!”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus stopped. “But is all frozen and-“ looking down at his ice cream, he saw that it was no longer frozen; the heat wafting in from Hotland had melted it, leaving only bits of magic strawberries behind.

“*SLUUURP!* EWWWW! Dis NASTY! It taste like medi-sin! You trying to get baby high? You work wit Jerry?”

“yeah pap. he’s the high cream man, heh heh heh!”

“…Go home Snas.”

“YIP YIP YIP!” The little dog joyfully lapped up the drippings of the cone, seemingly oblivious to the whole situation. The monster behind the cart was sadly however, NOT so ADHD.

“Why don’t you BOTH go home? Just-just all of you GO HOME.”

“wh-why me? What’d I do?”

“What’d you do? You made a joke instead of I dunno, maybe TELLING YOUR BROTHER NOT TO MURDER PEOPLE?”

“…it was just a joke. I was just trying to lighten the mood a lil’ bit, chill out.”

“It’s not the joke Sans, it’s the fact that you ignored what just happened. I’ve seen you two playing alone for a long time now and it’s because of THIS that you ARE alone. You can’t just ignore your brother’s dangerous behavior or it’s going to get worse-”

“whatever!” exclaimed Sans, highly offended. “who are you to tell me how to raise MY family? you don’t know me OR my bro! pap’s just a baby, i’m sorry he can’t control his emotions ALL the time! i’m not his dad anyway, he’s not MY responsibility-”

“You’re not much of a brother either. Why don’t you try a bit more discipline or something? If that doesn’t work, maybe you should consider putting him somewhere he can’t hurt people.”

“Nyeh…?”

“i’ll keep that in mind. in the meantime, maaaybe you should consider minding your own business?”

“You sending me away…?”

“of course not baby bro,” said Sans, kneeling down and placing a hand on the infant’s shoulder. “you mean the world to me! who’d want to get rid of such a cute baby anyway?”

“Dat’s too…but is also too dat you don’t gots many friends. Is dat really cause’ of me?”

“Of course not,” said a voice from around the corner. “These people are just idiots. Idiot cowards.”

“flowey!”

“Yes yes, it’s Flowey the flower. Here to save the day once again. What seems to be the problem here?”

“This baby-”

“That question was rhetorical. We OBVIOUSLY have another case of a full grown adult picking on a child. Shocker.”

“HE ATTACKED ME!”

“The baby attacked you? With what?”

“With his magic cannon things!”

“He attacked you with his magic?”

“Yes!”

“That thing that EVERYBODY has? That thing YOU have?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“…”

“Look, I know what you’re getting at talking…flower…but I can’t just fight a baby-”

“Why not? If Papyrus is being a turd-sandwich then Beat. His. Ass. Simple.”

“Um, Dirtbutt, you’s not helping me very good…”

“Who says I’m here to help you? Hit the road thumb-sucker.”

“GRR! NYEH!” With all the strength a little baby bones could muster, Papyrus angrily threw his empty cone at the big-mouthed traitor in front of him, hoping to at LEAST cover him in yucky pink goo. Instead it hit the wall with a *CUSH!* and merely splattered on the ground; Waterfall’s runoff quickly washing it away.

“Nice shot, you’re a regular Robin Hood-”

“STUPID STINK FLOWER!”

“bro, no! we don’t throw things!”

“Sometimes I do…”

“no we don’t!”

“But sometimes I do…”

“He’s trying to tell you that you SHOULDN’T throw things,” said the ice cream man preparing another cone. No doubt the baby would want another one and anyone’s G was good G in his opinion, especially in these hard times. The ice cream man was one of the more profitable jobs in the Underground because of the importance people placed on their children, but his image needed to be maintained. Calm, patient, and kind; that was the ice cream man, and he was good at it. Sans had even once called him the Nice cream man as a joke and more and more people were beginning to catch on to the name. Hopefully one day his son would take over the family business, but until then…

“Would you like another cone? This time be sure to stay away from Waterfall’s exit, it tends to get a bit hot there.” He held the cone out to the infant with a smile, hoping the brothers both would forgive and forget their little argument.

WHAP!

“NOBODY WANTS YOUR STUPID MEDICATED ICE CREAM!” shouted Flowey, slapping the cone out of the monster’s hand. Papyrus quickly caught it using his Wingdings and looked at it curiously.

“Dis health cweam? Dis good for the baby?”

“Yes it is,” replied the ice cream man glaring at the plant. “It’s a special blend that’s easy to eat and heals children too young for adult medicine and foods. That’s why it’s so popular…speaking of medication,” his glare softened. “Are you in need of first aid? You’re a plant, but you look like you just came from Hotland…”

“I came from the Lab actually. And do you know WHY I came from the Lab?”

“Oooh ooh! Pick me! Baby knows!”

“Yeah? I bet Smiley knows too, don’tcha buddy?”

“…is it because I left you there-”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME THERE!!”

The ice cream man slowly began to move his cart away towards Snowdin, hoping no one would notice him leaving. He didn’t know who this flower was, but he’d served customers like this before. The extra G was NOT worth the headache he was currently getting…nor was a cave-in.

“how’d you get past the lava entrance?”

“I FREAKING RAN SMILEY!”

The tiny plant dipped his burning roots in one of Waterfall’s shallow puddles. For a moment there, he didn’t think he would make it. It took a massive amount of courage and Determination to even attempt the journey, but with the help of his cabin fever, he found the strength to take a chance at freedom. Now though he had another problem.

Where am I gonna find a new place to photosynthesize?

I had Alphys’s sun lamps in the Lab, but here…

“I need to find a place with good sun…”

“Da’ Ruins gots good sun…”

“Huh?”

“bro, you’ve seen the sun?!”

“Where? Where is it?”

I’m NOT going back to that stupid lab.

“Is where dat big-ass door be…and da’ doggy door.”

“YIP YIP!”

“Big door…?”

Flowey thought back a long time ago to when he and Chara used to explore the Underground. He remembered a bright field of flowers, but that was in the opposite direction in the throne room near their home…and it didn’t have a door.

A big door…a big door…

“Ugh, I can’t remember what you’re talking about!”

“Nyeh?”

“Uh, I mean, I HEARD about the door, from one of your dad’s phone calls, but I don’t remember what he said.”

“…”

“YIP YIP YIP!”

“SHUT UP FUR BAG! YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY ICE CREAM!”

Was there ever a door Chara couldn’t get through? One with a doggy door?

“i wanna see the sun…” said Sans quietly.

“You wanna see da’ sun? Why big Buther? It hurt your eyes and make you hot.”

“the sun is the biggest star in the world though pap…”

“THE SUN’S A SPARKLY?!”

“yep, and it’s bigger than ANYTHING.”

“Bigger than Fluffy Buns?!”

“yep!”

“Bigger than yo’ head?!”

“…yeah.”

“If you’ve seen the sun Trashbag, then WHY are you asking how big it is?”

“…I only see it a widdle bit from a hole in da’ ceiling…and only sometimes. Is when da’ doody dog go home. There be a hole behind his com-poo-ter dat leads to the Ruins and udder paces too.”

“the dog...has a computer. right.”

“Where is this door?”

“just ignore him flowey, he’s obviously lying,” said Sans extremely disappointed.

“No he’s not.”

“how do you know?”

“Just trust me he’s not!”

We’ve had problems with this dog since we moved into the Underground.

The Annoying Dog was one of the smaller complaints the kingdom’s people had, but he was long lasting and weird. The little creature reminded Flowey of Papyrus in a way, causing problems wherever he went and getting away with it because he ‘didn’t know any better.’ He’d often heard of seemingly random items going missing from various places never to be found again. Some monsters claimed in horror, that they’d seen the dog absorbing some of the items into his body before scampering away, sometimes through the walls as if he were a ghost. The king warned everyone not to pet the Annoying Dog and to keep their distance whenever they could, but it seemed impossible to keep the hound out of any building. Many would cry out in terror upon turning around and suddenly seeing the legendary monster wagging his tail in their kitchen or living room, although the doors and windows were locked and they had been alone only moments before.

Chara had a strange fascination with the furry menace that Flowey always had a hard time understanding. Whenever the dog was spotted, they’d drop whatever they were doing and run after him, only to lose him in a wall somewhere. They’d then pound on the stone and search it for some sort of crease while Flowey let out a breath of relief from behind. The dog reminded him of Papyrus, true, but the absorbtion ability also brought back memories of a monster from an old VHS tape they had found at the Dump simply called the Thing.

He wanted nothing to do with this creature, no matter HOW much loot he had stored away.

I don’t have a choice anymore though. I need to go through this mutt’s tunnel if I want to find a place to gather energy.

“YIP YIP!”

“Da’ doggy door be in Snowdin. It gots the kingdom shapes on it and is reeeal tall! As big as a tree!”

“…Are you talking about that door in that cave with all the glowing mushrooms?”

“Yeah.”

“You idiot! That’s not a doggy door!”

“Is too! Is the door the doody dog uses! I sees it!”

“Stupid baby.”

“hey, c’mon now. the longer we fight the more pap’s ice cream melts. we need the dog to open the door, right? I mean, no one else has said anything about finding his house so…”

“Yep! Da’ doody dog gots to go inside first or it don’t open.”

“alright then, let’s go.”

“Right!” Flowey jumped up and wrapped himself around Sans. “ONWARDS DUMBO! TO SNOWDIN TUT TUT!”

“GET OFF ME!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

Leading the dog with the ice cream, the three reached the cave and went inside.

“SEE? No doggy door.”

“Nyeh? You blind Dirt-Butt? Is right there!”

“That’s NOT a doggy door. Doggy doors have flaps!”

“bro, watch where you’re swinging that thi-aww! You got it all over my hoodie!”

“Nyeh heh heh, cweeeeen it up.”

“you clean it up!”

The Annoying Dog watched as a glob of strawberry ice cream slid down the side of Sans’ sleeve, almost hitting the ground.

“You want dis cweam doggy?”

He said nothing and continued to eye the glob expectantly.

“Open the door and I give you all da’ yumminess you can dweam of.”

Again, the baby was ignored as the dog licked it’s chops and shuffled his paws impatiently, waiting for the glob to fall.

“He’s not listening to you. Smear some ice cream on the door or something.”

“Kay’.”

Waddling over to the door Papyrus stopped and dropped down on all fours, holding his ice cream in the air with his Wingdings.

“What the hell are you do-”

“YIP YIP! I’s a baby doggy and I wish to pee on da’ carpet, but I can’t get inside. Oh woe is me! *WHINE*”

“Arf…?” The dog lifted an ear and tilted his head in confusion.

“Of all the stupid…”

“heh heh heh heh! go pappy! show em’ what you want!”

SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH!

Using both hands, Papyrus scratched at the door as best he could, whining pitifully and using his font to communicate. This time, the dog DID listen, turning away from the glob on Sans’ hoodie and morphing through the wall in his patent disturbing way.

“Ugh, I hate seeing that.”

“did…that dog just go through the wall…?”

Weird…

“hm…well whatever, good job bro!”

Smiling, Papyrus rolled over onto his back and pushed at the door with both feet, opining it. Inside the dog stood on a patchwork blanket panting and grinning as always.

“That tunnel better be here you milk-puking-”

“Is under the com-poo-ter I said! Why you no listen Dirt-Butt? Dat’s how you learn things ya’ know?”

“*WHINE WHINE!*”

“Oh yeah! Here you go doody dog!” said Papyrus handing over his Ice cream. “Be sure to eat the cone too, cause’ littering is bad, right Snas?”

“right.”

The happy hound ate the entire thing almost immediately, licking his nose and sniffing around for any bits he may have missed.

“Nyeh heh heh! He eat like you big Buther!”

“Yeah he does, the PIG!”

“…”

“Speaking of pigs, you might not fit in here Smiley,” said Flowey inspecting the tunnel with a frown. “Maybe you should go home and eat some popato chisps, I don’t need an entourage anyway.”

“whatever! both of you can get bent, I can fit in there no problem!” exclaimed Sans, though he did have his doubts.

We definitely need to widen this tunnel or something if we ever plan to come back here. Papyrus is good at digging and building stuff, maybe he can do something about it later.

“NO you can’t, you’ll get stuck you moron.”

“no i won’t...”

“Fine, learn the hard way. What do I care? Just let me go first.”

“No! BABY goes first. I knows da’ way, you’ll just get lost like the Ugly Duckling. Member’ dat book Snas?”

“Did you just call me ugly?”

“yeah I remember the book, but more importantly, you’re telling the truth right? If there’s a maze of tunnels in here and we get lost, we’ll die pap. no one knows we’re down here…”

“YOU’RE ugly.”

“I knows the way, but you gots to follow mah butt kay’? Follow the baby butt and don’t go nowhere else. Even if you see a Veggie monster, you gots to follow the butt Snas, or you get lost. Lossa tunnels down here.”

“You’re ugly and you’re stupid.”

“iiii won’t wander off baby bro.”

Why do you two think I’d risk my life for some food? Do I really eat that much?

…

Nah, it’s probably my hoodie. My hoodie’s padded and it’s making me look fat. I should probably take it off before I crawl through here…

“Also don’t touch da’ butt, or I calls the guard.”

“No one wants to touch your butt you pervert! Well…maybe Smiley does, his drawings are weird-”

“THEY’RE SPACESHIPS!”

“But I’M the one who’s going to be behind you, not him.”

“But then who gonna push Snas if he get stuck?”

“No one. If this fatass gets trapped it’s HIS problem not mine. I already told him he wouldn’t fit; now let’s go.”

Nodding, the baby bones crawled under the desk and into the tunnel, Flowey following close behind. There were a lot of things the plant hadn’t checked out in the dog’s room; things Chara would’ve KILLED to inspect and/or steal, but Flowey had little interest in anything but finding some sun.

He could always come back anyway.

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

“Would you hurry up? The wet dog and baby smell is making me want to throw up.”

“Slow your roll Dirt-Butt. I’s Papyrus the Baby, not Sonic the Hedgehog. You wait.”

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

The three took a left and continued on at an annoying slow pace, being careful not to scrape themselves on the hard rocky walls. Especially Sans, who had had seconds thoughts about all this half-way through the journey. Every so often Papyrus would stop and look over his little shoulder to see if his brother was still behind him; he would then be rewarded with a thumbs up, though the baby could see he was struggling with the encroaching claustrophobia that seemed to be threatening even Flowey’s sanity at this point.

“OH MY GOD, WOULD YOU JUST HURRY UP? HE’S FINE!!”

“Shut da’ fuk up Dirt-Butt, or I kicks you in da’ face.”

“YOU JUST TRY IT! I’LL BITE YOUR LITTLE TOES OFF!”

“play nice you two, heh heh.”

“Shut up Smiley, you’re not my mom.”

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

Finally, the tunnel started to become wider and then wider still, eventually opening up into what looked like a cliffside of sorts. The place was an empty dead end that overlooked the mining city people called “Home.”

“uhh…I don’t think we’re supposed to be here baby bro…”

“Dis be the Old City where we gets da’ crystals Snas-”

“Correction; this is where we USED to get the magic crystals,” said Flowey. “Then some idiot screwed everything up and released a bunch of poisonous gas in the city’s mine.”

“Lossa monsters used to live here, but then there were too many babies, so they moved, but there still be peoples...”

“Are…are you not listening to me? NO ONE’S WORKING THERE, THIS PLACE IS POISONOUS, WE NEED TO MOVE.”

Sans nodded. “he’s right pap. not all gases can be seen; this place could be toxic-”

“Nuh uh! I’s here yeserday!”

“Bullcrap.”

“I ate a worm and climbed a rock, and sniffed da’ flowers like dis *SNIIIIIIIFFF!*”

“UGH, DON’T DO THAT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!”

“*SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF!*

“SMILEY GET YOUR BROTHER!”

“who built these ruins? did someone live here before we came? i don’t see people building half a home, if you can even call this a home, and then quitting in the middle of it to build another one.”

“HELLO?!”

“the architecture is completely different from the rest of the kingdom too…”

“SMILEY!!”

“you swear you were here yesterday bro? the gases haven’t reached this far yet?”

“*SNIIIFFF!* Yep. The sun place be dis way, but you gots to watch out for the traps, so follow the baby kay’?”

“I hate you, I hate you BOTH and once I find a new place to get some sun, I’m gonna live there for-EVER! I’M NEVER COMING BACK TO THAT NURSERY, DO YOU HERE ME? NEVER!!”

Ignoring Flowey, the brothers began their trek further into the Ruins. There were a lot more traps than Sans was expecting, but it only served to increase his excitement. More traps meant a higher chance of his younger sibling telling the truth, and these WERE traps. There were pits that led to small empty rooms that had no ladders to speak of, switches designed to confuse them hidden behind pillars in the dark, and there was even a room that couldn’t be crossed from one side unless you had something of considerable weight on three buttons in the ground…unless of course you were tall. That was what disturbed Sans the most; the fact that the traps seemed to be for small creatures who couldn’t step over the barricades. The further the three went, the more his excitement turned to fear as he realized the traps were NOT built by the monsters currently living in the Underground and they were clearly meant to cause suffering and eventual starvation.

This couldn’t have been Asgore’s work. I know he said he would gather souls from anyone who fell into the mountain, but these look like they were meant SPECIFICALLY for children…and I know he’s a good person. Besides, so far I’ve only seen one door that leads to the Ruins and he can’t fit through that tunnel, no way.

Who would BUILD things like this?

“these are horrible…”

“Hm? What are you complaining about?”

“the traps…you’ve been looking at the traps right flowey? they’re different…”

“So? Who cares about these stupid traps, they’re ruined anyway. SHE messed everything up. You’re getting scared over nothing; whoever lived here before is long gone…probably.”

Sans took a deep breath. Flowey was right, the traps had obviously been altered a long time ago and no one had come to fix them. The prison pits had been stripped of their doors and their floors laced with heaps of fallen leaves to break the fall of anyone who fell into them, having obviously been put there by someone seeing as the area lacked any trees. The switches built to confuse had been painted bright colors that could easily be seen, and even the room with the floor switches had been filled with rocks, one of which claimed had been placed there by someone they couldn’t see due to their lack of eyes.

“UGH, are you KIDDING me? She put instructions on the freaking WALLS? That’s so lame!”

“who’s this ‘she’ you’re talking about?”

Before the plant could answer, Papyrus lifted them all up with his wingdings and glided everyone, including himself, over the giant pit trap before suddenly speeding off into a room.

“HEY BRO, WAIT!”

“DID HE FIND IT? IS THIS THE ROOM?”

“*CRUNCH CRUNCH!*”

“…”

“hey uh, pap? you probably shouldn’t eat that…”

“LOOK SNAS! Candy. *CRUNCH CRUNCH!*”

“…”

“…you okay flowey?”

“…Never coming back.”

“Want some of dis candy Dirt-Bu-”

“NO!!”

They continued on, Papyrus’s onesie crinkling with the rest of the monster candy having been stuffed inside.

“FINALLY! DO YOU SEE IT SMILEY? DO YOU SEE THE PROMISE LAND?” The plant pointed excitedly towards a sunlit patch of flowers. “IT’S THERE! IT’S RIGHT THERE! WE’RE SO CLOSE!”

“yep, iii see it. don’t think we’ll be able to actually see the sun though from all the way down here…”

“*Yawn* I’s sweepy…I gets the shiny tomorrow, kay’ Snas? Is nap time for the baby…c’mon Dirt-Butt, we go home now.”

“NO! NO NO NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T FREAKING TOUCH ME! I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, PUT THOSE AWAY! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOOOOOWN!!”

“put him down bro, he can get back on his own, right flowey?”

“YES!!”

As soon as Papyrus desummoned his wingdings, Flowey took off with all the speed of a cheetah; racing for the sunlit patch that would be his new, and hopefully quiet, home, his leaves outstretched.

I’M GONNA MAKE IT!

With one giant leap the tiny plant dived into the flower patch and dug his roots into the warm soil triumphantly. “LOOK SMILEY! I MADE IT!”

CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

“Don’t patronize me you fat piece of-”

Sans stopped clapping. “what do you want from me?”

Ignoring the child, Flowey turned around and basked in the sun’s warm glow, spreading his leaves wide in order to collect as much energy as possible. This place was perfect. Bright, quiet, and tidy; it had a great view of the opening to Mt. Ebott that only someone who could stretch out as long as Flowey could see. A wonderful little lookout where he could not only spy approaching humans, but maybe even lure them in…after all, it’s not like sound couldn’t pass through the barrier. All he had to do was find someone stupid.

Just one. Good. Idiot.

Heh heh heh heh…

“uhh…dude, are you alright?”

“Dirt-Butt got dat scary face big Buther…”

“HA HA HA HA HA HA ALL THE SOULS WILL BE MINE! I’LL LURE THEM ALL IN! HA HA HA HA HA!”

“o-kay…we’re going on ahead. you catch up later alright?”

“NEVER COMING BACK! HA HA HA HA HA! UNSTOPPABLE! UNTOUCHABLE! UNDEFEATABLE! HA HA HA HA HA!”

“Nyeh…?”

“I’LL BE ALL POWERFUL! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

“we’re going now-”

“I’LL BE THE ULTIMATE RULER!”

“Bye Dirt-Butt!”

I’ll be a GOD.

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #Flowey #Sans #Papyrus #kid sans #Baby Papyrus #Annoying Dog #funny #undertale fanfiction

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redvelvetreel · 6 years

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Red Velvet Reel 6.1: Cele-BRAT-ion!

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Eight skeletons walking into a bar seems like the perfect setup for a joke. Too bad the punchline seems to have been Stretch's expectations of a fun little get-together with friends.But hey, what's a few baited taunts, stupid posturing, escalatory challenges, heated arguments, well-meaning scolding, clever puns, veiled threats, unnecessary bets, and borderline fights between cross-dimensional clones?

Characters: Edge (Underfell Papyrus) & Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Red (Underfell Sans) & Blue (Underswap Sans) & Classic (Undertale Papyrus) & Comic (Undertale Sans) & Slim/Puppy (Swapfell Papyrus) & Black (Swapfell Sans) & some poor random waitress lol.

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Meeting up in a (sports) bar! Everyone talks a lot and never shuts up! (A little) Stupid Fellverse posturing and antagonism! Lots of headcanons! A little betting and drinking?

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note: Hah, a labor of love that I’m still not satisfied with but! Enjoy!

Underswap Papyrus – Stretch Underswap Sans – Blue Underfell Paprus – Edge Underfell Sans – Red Swapfell Papyrus – Slim/Puppy Swapfell Sans – Black Undertale Papyrus – Classic Undertale Sans – Comic

Stretch squinted into dimly lit bar, past the dancers that seemed to be having an increasingly good time, “Yeah, I don’t see them-“

“It’s been 30 minutes,” Edge sounded completely nonplussed, scanning the drink menu almost languidly, “Unless the Tale ‘verses and your brother are such...” He paused, tilting his head with a pensive hum, “Weightless drinkers?”

“Lightweights, Babe,” Stretch corrected automatically, popping himself into his tiptoes as if that would help him spot their friends in the crush of monsters and people. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help much. “And we’re late because you didn’t even start getting ready until 7, so I wouldn’t go around casting stones-“

“Mhm,” Edge flipped the drink menu over with a distracted hum, tapping at something with his claw, “They have Honey Mead here.”

“Awesome.” Stretch sighed again, using his hands to shade his sockets, “Like, Seriously, I know you like to look good- and you always do- but I just don’t get why you waited until the last minute. What, the ~*Captain of the Royal Guard*~ needs to be ~*fashionably late*~ to everything?”

“It’s an easy way to make a memorable entrance and an impression,” Edge sniffed primly, gesturing at the area behind his husband with an incline of his head, “And all attention is on you- sometimes before you even realize it.”

Stretch finally caught sight of Blue, who was now standing up and waving emphatically from a corner booth. Along with several other familiar faces who were starting to wave too.

“Papy, over here! I mean, Stretch! Edge!”

Stretch grabbed Edge by the hand before he could look too smug, pulling him along to the end of the table quickly, “Good evening, folks, you’re looking snug as can be.”

“Just so! They was thinkin’ ya wasn’t gonna show!” Red held his tankard up in greeting, sloshing some of the contents on the table right next to Classic. “I real know my Ñaño eh?! Shoulda bet on it, heh!”

“Yes, yes, you were right. I’ll just-“ Classic took Blue’s napkin, daintily dabbing at the spot with a long suffering expression. That definitely wasn’t the first (and certainly not the last) time that happened. Stretch didn’t envy him, being sandwiched between Red and Blue.

“Red-“ Edge started mildly, only to be cut off by a dazzling smile aimed directly at him. Classic waved his arms as though trying to convey it was no problem, but looking more like he was desperately cutting the air, vibrating in his seat as his smile stretched even wider, “It’s fine! This is a negativity free zone! Because!! You! Or you! Neither of you can afford to be stressed whilLE YOU’RE-“

Before Stretch even felt his hand go empty, Edge was in the booth- knee in between Slim’s legs, half-draped over Blue, and both hands covering Classic’s mouth.

“Hey-!” Blue started to complain, wriggling away until he met Stretch’s pleading expression, settling down wordlessly, but very sulkily.

“Your enthusiasm and excitement are noted and appreciated,” Edge sounded amused, even as he rotated his hands so his fingers were clamping the excited skeleton’s mouth shut, “But this is privileged information. Your discretion is mandatory!”

Eyes still bulging in surprise, Classic nodded quickly, looking a little worried.

Stretch cleared his throat, giving his counterpart a thumbs up with a wink, “We knew we could count on Ambassador Papyrus.”

That did it. Classic nodded emphatically, eyes sparkling with excitement (or tears?) as he quickly broke Edge’s hold to clasp his hands passionately.

“I understand! You can count on me!” Classic tried his best to whisper, but it was still loud enough the table behind them collectively winced and hunched into themselves. “I am a master at keeping secrets, state or otherwise! But! Congratulations! To both of you!”

“Thanks man,” Stretch made a little heart with his hands, “Classic, you’re a class act.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that sentence,” the other skeleton narrowed his eyes suspiciously with a frown, before brightening immediately, “But you’re welcome!”

Edge managed to take his hands back at that point, straightening his spine and looking down at Slim primly, “Puppy.”

If Slim was at all disturbed at having Edge towering over him, practically sitting in his lap, he gave no outward indication. He simply ducked his head in greeting while still being almost completely engrossed on the baseball game playing over the bar.

“Oh, sit, sit!” Classic firmly (but gently) yanked Edge down into the new space between Slim and Blue, motioning Stretch to do the same, “Both of you! Being on your feet for too long isn’t healthy for, um, the um-“

“The VIP.... or VIB, as it were,” Comic offered with a wink, sliding closer to Black and patting the spot next to him with a lazy smile, “We’re all sorta family here, so make yourself at home, Big guy.”

Stretch grinned, sidling up next to Comic and slinging an arm over his shoulders, “Thanks, lil’ guy, you’re a great berson.”

Comic put his arm around Stretch’s back with a chuckle, fingertips just barely visible over the fabric, “Blease, pro, you’re gonna make me plush.”

“Ughhhh.” Black finally broke his silence with a sneer, the corners of his mouth twitching in annoyance even as he stubbornly refused to acknowledge anyone. Stretch idly wondered if those two were really that passionate about baseball, or if it was just a convenient distraction. Black’s posture was stiff and straight, while Slim was steadily curling on himself, like they just felt incredibly out of place and uncomfortable. Welp, time to make things more inclusionary then.

“Ok!” Stretch rubbed his hands together, “Now that we’re all here, let’s open this lil’ shindig properly! You ready, Babe?”

Stretch received that incredulous look Edge had been perfecting over the course of their relationship, rolling his eyes with unnecessary emphasis of how put upon he was... before doing exactly as he was asked. Edge drummed on the table, steadfastly avoiding eye contact with everyone else, as Stretch grinned and swept his arms out dramatically.

“Friends, family, and emotionally- repressed multidimensional assholes who aren’t sure why they’re here-“ Black smiled at that, putting all of his sharp teeth on display. It was deeply unsettling. “It is my pleasure and honor to officially announce the newest addition to our little family-“

Edge stopped drumming on Stretch’s cue, expression carefully blank but with that slight twitch to his mouth that meant he was trying very hard not to smile. “Pancake! They’ll be having their debut bash in February, probably, so keep your sockets out for the deets. Thanks for coming to celebrate with us, it means a skeleton.”

Classic gasped loudly, eyes bulging out of wide sockets, “Pancake?! Like the food?! Are- are you really-“ He withered when Edge turned his head to glare at him directly, “Um! That’s really creative! And very, very cute! I mean that, honestly! What, uh, what inspired you both to call your child Pancake?!”

“It’s a nickname,” Blue answered for them with a slight toss of his head, a note of irritation in his tone, “And I agree! My brother is a very creative and cute monster himself, so of course his child is going to have the most adorable and creative nickname, too!” Just as quickly, his voice lost that edge and he was all smiles again, dreamy stars in his eye sockets, “My little nibling is going to be the best monster ever! Have the best name ever! We’re gonna have the best time together!”

Blue looked down at the table with furrowed browbones, smile becoming less sure as he turned towards his brother-in-law, “That’s ok, right, Edge?”

To his credit, Edge was able to force down his surprise before it became too obvious, giving Blue a decisive nod. “Of course,” his voice had the usual bravado and self-assurance, but Stretch could hear the uncertainty in the undertone, “In fact, I’ll be counting on you to keep Red from getting them into unreasonable mischief. ”

“Just the regular, reasonable kind of mischief, then?” Blue asked wryly, but his smile was weak, clearly disappointed with the answer.

“If they take after me,” Edge puffed out his chest proudly, slipping into his more boisterous persona as he gestured with his hand dramatically. He was obviously uncomfortable, too, unable to interpret Blue’s new mood, “That will be inevitable!”

It was awkward and stilted, and Stretch found them both glancing in his direction for guidance, but they were trying. His husband and brother were trying very hard to actively get along, after months of bare minimum pleasantries and steadfastly avoiding each other. Stretch couldn’t help tearing up, wiping at the edge of his sockets with a sniffle.

“That confirms that then,” Black sniffed dismissively, resting his chin on his palms as he leaned against the table, “But it’s not much of a victory if you have to share it.”

“Huh?” Stretch dabbed at his eyes with the handkerchief Blue had passed him, distracted by the feel of Edge’s boot brushing along his femur. “What?”

“Ya sure, Lil’ Tyrant?!” Red was positively giddy, “Ain’t no one sure who’s knocked up!” He flapped his hands emphatically, clearly several drinks into the evening, “Don’t say nothin’ yet, let ‘em stew!”

“That’s not entirely true,” Blue chimed in from the corner, playing with his bendy straw and pointing it at himself, “Some monsters are sure...”

Red put a hand on Classic’s chest just to push him back far enough to pointedly glare at Blue. Classic smoothed the front of his shirt wordlessly, while Red leaned on the table conspiratorially, “There’s a bettin’ pool.”

Edge smirked in a way that made Stretch uneasy, resting his chin on his hand, “Oh? Well, in that case~”

He called the waitress over, “Two honey meads, some water, and a refill for the table. We’re going to need it.”

“You- or you?! -can’t drink!” Classic looked between them, scandalized, then at Comic for confirmation. Comic nodded sagely. “Yes, see?! Alcohol isn’t as bad for pregnant monsters as other things, but it’s still not good for you! It impairs your concentration, so your magic goes all funny! Yes, fine, there’s debate about its impact on raw, unused magic- but why take the chance if you’re loading a baby?!”

The waitress came back with a tray of drinks and started putting them on the table, hesitating when Blue and Classic glared at the mead. “Thank you,” Edge told her pleasantly, completely ignoring them and taking both himself.

He slid one mug towards Stretch, who took it with palpable unease and hesitation, flinching when Blue smacked his hands down on the table. “Papy, say something! I don’t know what game they’re trying to play, but you shouldn’t just condone it, especially because I don’t think you know either! Don’t just-“

“Shh!” Red crawled into Classic’s lap, putting his hands over Blue’s mouth with a scowl, “Pipe down, Baby Blue- ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to the squirt. Wait ‘n listen, ya goddamn goofs-“ He turned to give Classic a stern look too, “Got lotsa shitty stuff in this family, but idiocy ain’t one of ‘em.”

Although Edge managed to keep himself from reacting to the backhanded compliment, his smile was less threatening and more genuine as he ran a claw along the circuit of the mug. “I’m raising the stakes- another drink of equal or greater value to the pool. I’ll take your bet and the reasoning behind it as suitable collateral.”

[Part 1 - Here! ] [Part 2 ] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

#spicyhoney #Underfell Papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underswap sans #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #skelepreg #fanfic #redvelvetreel #this was maybe too many characters to try and juggle at once but how do u not tell urself but not urself something so big?!#also i love all the skeletons so fjkdsfjds self indulgent haha

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aroseandapen · 7 years

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Membranophone {Edgepuff Drabble}

{Day 28 of a 30 Day Dictionary Challenge I’m doing}

Note: Papyrus ‘seduces’ Edge with music.

Edge doesn’t do feelings well.

Membranophone (noun): Any musical instrument, as a drum, in which the sound is produced by striking, rubbing, or blowing against a membrane stretched over a frame.

His Tale counterpart had been very insistent that Edge come and visit that day. It was important, he’d said, and could absolutely not wait until the both of them had a free day. And while normally Edge would sigh and message back that he was too busy and had this or that to finish up, Paps had thrown in a few kiss emojis and hearts... along with one eggplant that he was sure was sent in complete innocence.

God, what was it about Paps’ love of sweet emojis that left Edge with his soul fluttering and cheekbones blushing like mad? There was no way that he could say no to that.

Hopefully it was worth having to ask his brother to take him to the Tale universe, or that shit-eating grin that Red got as he teleported the both of them, giving Edge a hearty pat on the back as he took a step back.

“have fun with your lil boyfriend, bro. be safe, don’t do anythin’ i wouldn’t do, use protection, and call me when you’re ready to come home. later!”

And he’d blipped away before Edge could even snap back “HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!”

Ugh.

Edge lingered at the doorstep for a few moments more, trying to quell his embarrassment over his brother--Paps was simply flirtatious by nature, it wasn’t anything but platonic--before he at last knocked on the door.

When it opened, he was dismayed at the sight of the resident Sans rather than the tall and cheery skeleton he’d been expecting. For a long moment, Sans only stared at him, until Edge was uncomfortable enough to cross his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyesockets down at the shorter skeleton.

Sans had the audacity to look amused. The prick.

“sup?”

Double ugh.

“YOUR BROTHER INVITED ME HERE. I’M SURE HE MENTIONED IT, AS HE SAID THAT IT WAS VERY IMPORTANT THAT I COME HERE TODAY AND NO LATER.”

“hm.” Sans was quiet, tapping his chin in a clearly exaggerated manner. “you know... he may have mentioned it. once.”

Triple ugh.

“RIGHT. ANYWAY, ARE YOU GOING TO LET ME IN OR AM I GOING TO STAND HERE UNTIL I TURN INTO A FROZEN ICE STATUE IN YOUR FRONT YARD?” he demanded, not in the mood for the games that all Sanses seemed to like playing with him.

“huh. dunno, i’m still considering it. you’d be a pretty nice and edgy ice statue. everyone would think we’re cool and badass.”

So many ughs that he could dig through to the core of the earth with them. All he wanted was to get through this interaction and see what it was that Paps wanted.

“WHILE IT IS OBVIOUSLY TRUE THAT I AM COOL AND... BADASS... CAN YOU JUST LET ME COME IN?”

“well, since you asked so nicely.”

Edge was ready to slam his head against the wall, but thankfully Sans at last moved back to allow him to come inside. He took the chance immediately, before the other could take it back, and Sans kicked the door closed behind him.

“AH! EDGE, YOU HAVE ARRIVED!”

His attention was drawn up, to the second floor landing to meet Paps’ gaze. To say that he was leaning on the rail would be disingenuous--Paps was all but draped along the edge. He looked more like he should be stretched out across a couch, making eyes at him, than standing at a railing.

Edge tried very hard not to imagine his friend in that position, hipbones just barely peeking out of his hotpants, gazing over at him with half-lidded eyesockets...

Goddamn, he had it bad.

“WHY DON’T YOU COME UP TO MY ROOM? I HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL THAT I WANT TO SHOW YOU.” Papyrus straightened up, and if Edge didn’t know any better he’d swear that his alternate was arching his back and using such suggestive wording on purpose.

Edge was definitely staring as Paps backed away from the railing and disappeared into his room. His face must have been stunned because for the second time in the past five minutes, he felt his back being patted, this one ended with a small nudge forward.

“good luck, buddy,” Sans told him with a wink.

Rather than say something that he might regret to this Sans--it was platonic!--Edge decided instead to climb the stairs up to Paps’ room. The door was left ajar, the lights off. The magic that pulsed through his bones quickened as he edged his way into the room.

There was a light, but it came from a solitary set of candles that illuminated the pearly bones of his alternate and... a... drum set...?

What?

“ONE... TWO... ONE TWO THREE FOUR!” And with that as his only warning, Papyrus began to play.

Well, playing wasn’t totally accurate. Edge would more describe it as banging, or beating those poor drums to death with how Papyrus knocked the sticks against the membranes with reckless abandon. He resisted the urge to flinch and cover his earholes as the cacophony assaulted them.

After an eternity, the noise at last ended.

“WELL? WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Papyrus sounded out of breath, panting as he cast his hopeful gaze up to his Fell counterpart.

“IT WAS... WOW THAT WAS QUITE ENTHUSIASTIC.” That wasn’t a lie, at least. It was obvious that Paps had put quite a bit of effort into his... song? “THANK YOU FOR SHARING THAT WITH ME?”

That was the appropriate answer, apparently. Papyrus bounced in his stool, clapping his hands together in delight, sticks clicking with them.

“WONDERFUL! SO WOULD YOU SAY THAT IT... WORKED?”

Paps grew so abruptly shy by the end of his question, that Edge was thrown for a loop. He blinked, unable to disguise his bafflement.

“WORKED? WORKED AT WHAT?”

Was that a blush on Paps’ face?

“AT! YOU KNOW!” Paps ducked his head, playing with his drumsticks. “WOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU ARE... SEDUCED?”

“SEDUCED?” Now it was Edge’s turn to flush a bright red.

“YES! THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT. IT SAYS RIGHT HERE... WAIT, HOLD ON.” Papyrus hopped up from the stool snatching up a tiny book from his desk. He flipped through the pages before apparently finding the one that he was looking for. “RIGHT HERE! IT TALKS ABOUT TRYING TO CONFESS YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR ANOTHER BY ‘SEDUCING’ THEM WITH SOME ROMANTIC MUSIC. AND SINCE YOU ARE SO... YOU KNOW? EDGY? AND REALLY COOL?... I DECIDED TO USE ONLY THE EDGIEST AND COOLEST OF INSTRUMENTS TO SEDUCE YOU! HENCE THE DRUMS.”

“A-AFFECTIONS? YOU... YOU LIKE ME? REALLY?” Edge was pretty sure that he’d died at some point during Paps’ performance, and was now only dreaming all of this in the afterlife. “THAT’S WHAT ALL OF THIS IS ABOUT?”

“WELL, I WOULD THINK THAT IT’S OBVIOUS, NOW!”

There was a silence that stretched out between them. All at once, Edge burst into laughter.

Papyrus puffed out his chest, indignant. “HEY! DON’T LAUGH AT ME! I AM TRYING TO BE PERFECTLY SERIOUS HERE!”

“NO, NO, I’M NOT LAUGHING AT YOU, I’M JUST--” God, how could he explain it? “I THOUGHT THAT I WAS ONLY A FRIEND TO YOU! I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT MY FEELINGS WERE ACTUALLY RECIPROCATED.”

Edge gave Papyrus a wide, tilted grin. “YOU’RE REALLY CUTE, PAPYRUS.”

The delicious orange flush that spread across Paps’ face alone made this entire visit worth it. He made a mental note to call Papyrus cute more often.

(In their future dates, of course.)

#undertale #papcest #edgepuff #papyrus #underfell #drabble #30 day challenge

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