#and sans. because void is a bitch

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

I DON'T LIKE YOU.....

Chapter-1

Pairing: Yandere gojo x Reader

Summary: You don't like gojo Satoru .....and you made it quite clear.

Warning ⚠️: Dark themes , Yandere theme, stalking.

You were Shoko's friend . You knew about gojo Satoru shoko told you about the man.

And you just decided that you don't like him. It's not unusual... you've always hated those Rich , good lookin' people who can get whatever they want from their birth . They do not have to suffer life problems, they do not have to cry for a toy , they do not have to ask for new clothes. They get anything they want just by touching it.

And you hated that because you couldn't.

But nevermind that it's not like you've actually met the guy or something .

Now a Little something about you. Well... you're not normal. You're neither a sorcerer nor a normal human. You can't see curses but you do see black smokey void instead . So you simply do not belong anywhere nor in the jujutsu world neither in the normal one .

But you've lived through it yet so that's not a problem.

Shoko is your best friend because she was the first person who believed you. Your mom thinks you're mental , your dad don't give a single shit , and other people who you've told ......they just want to send you to the mental hospital. You were tired of explaining people that you see black smokes sometimes but they don not believe. Shoko did . And here you were .

Standing infront of a cafe , you can make Shoko's figure but not the person she was sitting with . It was a man , sure. But his back was turned .

And like any best friend would think and do......you concluded that it was a date and decided to crash it.

Giggling evil you made your way in the cafe and stand behind the man's back and smirked at shoko.

"Well well i didn't thought my workaholic bestie would actually find a date~" you said giggling slightly but stopped at Shoko's unimpressed face .

Upon another one's appearance the man turned.....(and so was your life about too)

Snow white hairs, shiny lips , and oh those beautiful eyes that holds the ocean in them......you hate ocean.

The male smiled at you , a charming one . 'Fake'

You immediately thought. You know that fake, charming, and getting all the girls n boys smile . You have already mastered it. You smiled back. And did that eye thing to shoko.

"Well y/n i would've said it's nice to see you, but it's not -"

"ouch, my heart~"

"- this is gojo Satoru btw, gojo , this is y/n"

Shoko said um impressed.

Gojo turned to you and stand up , hold his hand out to shake hands with you . 'well damn that's tall' you yourself aren't short with the height of 5.6 you consider yourself tall and intimidating but this guy was a whole different case. "Hello y/n san~ it's very nice to meet you~".

You didn't took his hand . You'd not. You despise people like him .... everything's just so easy for them . " It's nice to meet you too, gojo-san, and i would prefer L/n San, if you would " you said with a cold tone.

Gojo seems shocked for a moment and retreated his hand back.

'hah , bitch really thought he had me swooning on the looks!'

You smirked victoriously in mind . "Y-yeah ofcourse,um I'm gojo Satoru and I'm a teacher!" He said recovering quick and smiled again.

"yeah i know you're a jujutsu teacher" he was shocked again. This girl was really putting him on time off. "I've heard a lot about you" you finished.

"All good i hope~" he said . "Hmm can't make any promises ~" you replied giving a smile of yours. You sure were giving gojo a hard time conversing .

"Ahem so...." Shoko started . "Oh yeah sorry I'll be going home i need to make dinner, bye shoko my love~" you said . "Ugh Don call me that" shoko said irritated but still smiled at your childish inact.

You got out the cafe and head for home walking with you groceries in hand.....well it was mostly instant noodles so....

"I'll head home too" gojo said and wore his jacked and cap.

You went your way walking and holding all you're things. Tap tap tap tap

'Huh' you thought and stopped right away . But you didn't dare look back. ' i heard footsteps and I'm sure of it . I'm not gonna neglect it thinking I'm paranoid ' you thought and continued to walk away planning to suddenly turn and found the stalker and you did turn away but there was no one there.

You huffed and locked your door not worrying anymore.

Though someone's else was worried, their heart was beating so loud in their chest because they were about to get caught following you.

' She's too smart, You intrigue me Y/N L/N' thought the sorcerer.

[kitsunekris]

Okay someone please say I'm not alone in this. But, When it comes to Sans AUs,specifically stuff with the star sans and the bad sans, specifically those two groups. Between them, Who would you think would be the villains? Like it's in the villains causing shit and destroying worlds and all that shit?

Most of you would say the bads right? Not the way I see it!

And here are the exact reasons why for each one of the characters, why I see the bads as being actually not bad guys compared to the Stars:

Nightmare: When you think about it this bitch was pretty much pushed to something close to suicide and is actually a pretty good example of the idea of; " heroes and villains have the same backstory, pain, The only difference is what they do about it. The villain says 'The world hurt me. I'll hurt it back'. But the hero says 'The world hurt me. I won't let it hurt anyone else'. Heroes use pain. Villains are used by it" specifically, more of the kind of twisted idea of the world hurt me. I won't let it hurt anyone else. Plus when you think about it and eating that dark apple actually probably did kill him to an extent (In the sense of it killed his original body, but his soul is alive it was just moved into the new form that was caused of him eating the dark apple and all that shit.) So technically Pre-Apple incident Nightmare are still in there somewhere. His bodies just gone. Probably nothing but bone fragments amongst the goop! Plus, I'm probably not the only person with a head Cannon that nightmare Sans eats negative. Thoughts and as a result prevents suicides on the regular! Seriously at times he probably does more good than bad! (He probably stops more suicides than dream LOL)

Cross: For him, it mostly depends on his backstory mostly in the sense of how the fuck did. He end up with the bads but going off of a similar idea to what happened in. Underverse, in the idea of as a result of stuff, his soul got smushed together with his world's chara's. I would honestly not be surprised that he would join the bads considering the kind of toxic relationship with the stars that I'll get into later. Plus going off of the idea of a X-Chara that's more tame compared to the stuff that happened in Underverse.

Dust: Don't even get me started on this bitch. Because think about it; He was pretty much pushed to something that's close to Insanity by his world's Chara and was forced to kill all of his friends and his brother. Plus he's seemingly haunted by something that is either an hallucination of his brother or the ghost of his brother. He's probably also killed more people than what we know of. Probably the entirety of Snowden plus waterfall and hotland! (Like as in, there are literally no more inhabitants. The only monster left in the underground is him! Plus him and the other members of the murder time trio are pretty good examples of the idea that "monsters (As in villains) are made not born, and any soul tortured confused or abused would incidentally not have time to mourn")

Killer: similar situation to dust but he's actually insane. Plus the confusing nature of whatever the fuck is going on with his soul on top of it!

Horror: again, He is probably something close to insane but not completely sane like his sanity is like 40 or 50% and it is solely that way because he's the royal judge or because he's solely somehow not lost sanity thanks to his brother. Plus the dude just needs a lot of love and a lot of cuddles and a lot of food, I cannot see this guy as a villain. I just see him as a soul that has been forced to adapt to the situation that was led to As a result of the player's actions back during the events of undertale

Error: Okay, think about his backstory. This will probably change depending on who you ask, but the way I see it is essentially he almost ended up being Geno! But instead of ending up in aftertale or something very similar, He somehow escaped his world and ended up in the anti-void, leading to him slowly glitching out and losing the majority of his sanity as a result of being a left alone and nothing but a white empty void with no one to keep him company. Hell he probably screamed so much in there that the screams are starting to scream back. Another example of "monsters are made not born". Plus when you think about it, he essentially keeps the balance destroying worlds because essentially the world's time has come and it's time for it to go. So a new world can be made in its place. Essentially, error helps keep the balance of the multiverse. So despite the fact that it is infinite, if it does have some form of storage capacity, he's the reason why it hasn't reached storage capacity yet!

Now time for the Stars, I'm just going to go for dream, ink, and blue because honestly I'm not sure who else would technically be on the team outside of probably Geno. So I'm just going to do The trio that I 100% know are a part of the team:

Ink: Dude, this bitch is a soulless, He's pretty much toxic to anyone and everyone he meets when he hasn't taken his vials. Plus he probably has absolutely no sense of sanity when he hasn't taken his vials. Plus as a result of being a soulless he probably just has no sense of self. Plus he's probably also a psychopath (because again soulless he pretty much feels no emotion so does not understand/ cannot comprehend the emotions of others)

Dream: One of the very few members of the stars that I actually see as a hero for the most part. But in the end he still didn't notice that his brother was being bullied and got pushed to the point of something close to, if not essentially the same thing as suicide. Do not get me started on the existence of shattered dreams!

Blue: depending on the way you see him entering the group actually kind of determines the way that he is seen with this. The way I see it is; Error kidnapped Blue because he figured out how to use the string tier things and shit. And he didn't do it because he just wanted to kidnap Blue. No, no, no, no, no, He was lonely because he was stuck in the anti-void for so long without a friend. And now with the Stars they pretty much ignore him in the sense of his needs aren't met and he's pretty much not allowed to see his brother! Ink and dream are pretty much fucking gods among mortals. As a result, they probably don't understand the needs of someone like Blue. Plus there's also the whole ink being a psychopath and dream probably being more focused to either snap sense back into his brother or to kill him depending on the way you see things.

And that's just surface level shit! Seriously, things like this is why I prefer the bads over the Stars! It's also why I like the idea of at some point Blue realizing how toxic his relationship is with dream and ink so he's somehow finds his way to nightmare and joins the bads instead. Now the bads have Blue and it turns out he's better at being on nightmare's team than being with the Stars. He was just never allowed to reach his full potential. I guess there are only two things that were holding him back and those two things were dream and ink.

[havockingboo]

5 am projection au cause I couldn’t sleep last night

More info about Projection AU

Gaster disappears for days for work and it’s the only days where sans and papyrus feel at peace. Well, mostly sans, he loves being alone and having the house practically to himself. But, Papyrus, he’s always anxious about something. He feels as the older brother, it’s his responsibility to do things around the house and not rest. Even when he just relaxes once, his thoughts attack him with “You should be doing something productive, stop being lazy, what would dad think of you? Have you done this? Have you done that?” What’s so bad about this is most times, he can’t even bring himself to physically do chores that he has to do. And Papyrus hates it, he feels like his own body is betraying him while his own brain is blaming it on him for not moving and making him feel lazy and useless. Papyrus has actually gotten a bit better with this crazy “work and no play”. Thanks to his good mom friend, Undyne!! The thoughts never left, he just learned to deal with it and even just forget sometimes of what he should be doing. But Papyrus also hates that he’s extremely forgetful. Like why can’t he remember certain things? Why does he immediately forget to do things the moment he turns his head to something else. It’s frustrating!!

Sans doesn’t care, he’s learned way too quickly that doing things is just pointless. Like why do this? What good will it do? He doesn’t understand why his brother cares so much about stressing his ass off all day to things that won’t really matter in the end. I does know one thing though: his older brother is a damn people pleaser. Sans isn’t really the most emotionally supportive brother but, he’s willing to ‘lend an ear’ if his brother ever needed it. Hell, that lanky idiot needs SOMEBODY around here to tell him he doesn’t owe anybody nothing, just a reminder for Papyrus that not everything matters and it’s okay to just take a damn chill pill.

But, of course, that kind of is why they can’t get along either…they literally both have different views of how the world is, what that feel like it means, why things are the way they are. To care or to not care, optimism vs pessimism. Hope vs Doubt. It’s kind of why it’s hard for them to get along sometimes if they ever had a full conversation about serious things, cause different opinions and such. They both think their right, especially Papyrus. If his way isn’t right, then that’s just an attack on what he considers ‘normal’, the ‘right way’. What really gets on Papyrus nerves is that he can’t make his brother understand! He tries so hard to make his words go through his brothers head, telling him things do matter!! You can’t just give up on things, how can someone just give up?? Yeah. They just, really butt heads cause they just can’t understand each other.

However, it’s also can be a good strength. It’s good to have someone that thinks differently from you. Sans always helps Papyrus to get his head straight when he’s just thinking dumb that don’t make sense, just the right person to just be blunt with him and tell it to him straight. And Papyrus needs that!! He constantly needs a reality check about how things are, especially that some things in his life aren’t “normal”, or shouldn’t be considered normal. And Papyrus is there to help Sans understand other people, on a more emotional level. Out of genuine curiosity, he wants to understand why people just do certain things. And Papyrus is there to tell him that people just want to!! People make decisions because it was emotionally driven. Sans isn’t void of emotions himself, he’s got a lot bottle up, he’s just…either too tired to really show how he feels or just feels like he does show how he feels but people still take as him looking like some sort of asshole which he’s not!! He just has a resting bitch face. Like I said, it’s a bit difficult for Sans to be empathetic, that’s more of his brothers thing.

[motionjames]

let me shill you japanese columbo

Do you like Columbo? Do you like police procedurals starring grumbly, slightly eccentric ossans? Do you believe in the power of shoujo manga?! Well, do I have the show for you!

Introducing....Furuhata Ninzaburō!

Written by genius playwright Koki Mitani and starring the extremely charismatic jidaigeki star Masakazu Tamura, Furuhata Ninzaburo is a detective drama directly inspired by Columbo (not to be confused with...Shinano no Columbo, which yes, exists). Its got the murders, its got the mystery, its got an unreasonably good theme song, and there's middle aged man with the mannerisms you love to see. The formula usually goes as follows:

Furuhata-san stands in the dark void, talking about riding bicycles or something or another to setup the theme of the story.

You see the baddie do the murder and try to cover it up. Yesiree, you see the murder-- because the fun comes from watching it all unravel!

Furuhata-san appears (possibly struggling with a vending machine, or bicycling with some half-price daikon) and catches a whiff of something funny ahead of time.

Cue the game of psychological cat-n-mouse as Furuhata-san slowly deconstructs the whole thing.

Furuhata-san looks directly into the camera like it's the office to ask the audience what the final piece of the mystery is (this is briefly addressed)

The killer spirals ace attorney style as the audience screams GOT THE BITCH! and Furuhata-san escorts them off screen to purgatory... or, you know, prison.

Yup, it's pretty standard fair detective drama stuff, but the writer Mitani is able to construct some seriously compelling, twisty mysteries that keep you on the edge of your seat. By the end of first season, the direction finds its style and you'll get plenty of jaw-dropping musical cues and camera cuts that make you feel like you're full immersed in some deluxe, spicy juicy awesome mystery fiction action!

Okay... but who is the man of the hour? A good mystery needs a good detective, and there is hardly anyone as wonderful to watch as the black-clad oyajisan.

Tamura aces the role of Furuhata. It's just too good. As he's based off of Columbo he's of course a disarmingly scrungly genius with terrible posture and a grumbling-mumbling way or speaking, but he was plenty of other traits to set him apart. He's a fan of shoujo manga; he's an excellent chef but only knows how to prepare three mismatched dishes; he loves konbinis but is cursed by vending machines; he's terrible at baseball and is totally unsportmanlike; he is often seen on his beloved bike CELINE (since he was in the area anyhow)... I could go on, but the character is well realized and so fun to watch. His head tilts, forehead taps, and drawn out ええと。。。are perfectly captured, and all do a great job at annoying his victims. A stand out trait of Columbo is his unique relationship to the culprits; he's described as being very buddy-buddy or even respectful, using his friendly ho-hum manner to weedle his way to the truth. Furuhata-san is similar, but more... salty? Bitchy? The man frequently makes underhanded remarks towards the culprit or acts offensively relaxed until he find a contradiction in their words, in which he will then pursue to the ends of the earth. It gives a kind of "c'mon, can't you do better?" attitude reminiscent of a disappointed teacher.

But even with all his sass (which he has in spades), Furuhata-san will always sit down with the killer and offer a smile and a bit of light conversation before the credits roll. The killers are usually afforded a bit of dignity. Most famously a radio show host tells the detective "the funniest joke there ever was"-- but as a small revenge, she refuses to tell him the punchline. Credits roll, theme plays, it's just another day on the job.

Oh, there's also Imaizumi. Imaizumi is a big dummy and always falls for the red herrings the killers leave behind. Because of this, Furuhata-san is relentlessly mean to him and slaps him on the forehead as punishment. He forces the guy to do menial tasks and be victim to his many tests. Imaizumi, however, is just happy to be here. His special skills include knitting, flower arrangement, not reading the room, and having hemorrhoids.

Okay, now have some Furuhata-san crying and reading shoujo manga.

Truly the guy of all time.

You're probably totally in love with this show because I've described it so beautifully, right? Right? So you wanna watch it, riiiiight? Well lucky for you it's all totally subbed on internet archive!

Watch this awesome show ENGLISH SUBBED and FOR FREE you won't regret it! This link is so full of oyajisans! Please! Join me in Japanese crime fiction hell!

(Personally speaking, the first episode pilot thingy is a bit slow and does not represent the rest of the show very well, I would suggest skipping to the second episode "The Kabuki Murder" to get a real taste and then maybe return to the previous one later. Just my thoughts!)

Also, there was a really awesome remix of the main theme made for DDR. Here's that, but with Haruka Amami from the idolm@ster dancing over it.

Ah yes.... I have spilled my love... I suppose I should go now. Please enjoy this wonderful show, and remember: Don't you ever fuck up ever or else Furuhata-san WILL get you and you WILL go to super hell! Bye!

[a-student-out-of-time]

How is Hotel Akane taking the news, especially Nikei?

*Meanwhile, at the Void Warehouse*

So we've got our destination in mind, but who'll be going? Any ideas?

...I'd like to volunteer.

Akane?

I know, it might be a rash choice...

But she hurt my family, and I'll never forgive that!

Just thinking about her pisses me off so much! Especially whoever she's working with who wants to get their hands on Ayumu-kun! What kind of sick fuck tires to hurt a BABY?! Someone like her, that's who!

Watching that presentation, I had to keep myself from SCREAMING! That stupid, fucking BITCH! I'll rip her goddamn head off with my bare hands if I have to!!!

...Taira?

...Sorry. I'm just really pissed after all that.

I don't blame you, Kanny.

But I think it'd be better if you stayed back.

But...But Nikei-!

You can absolutely take her, I know. And that's why it'd be better if you went and kept an eye on the Fujimori's. Because if we're focused on this and she has a backup plan that involves them? Someone's gotta be there.

...Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Oh, umm...sorry about that little outburst, Esumi-san.

No, no, it's fine.

*Ahem* But Yomiuri's right. Someone should stay behind and protect their family if Shirogane's targeting them.

Leave that to me.

And if she does try anything with Ayumu-kun or anyone else, she'll be dealing with me regardless.

[onlyplatonicirl]

i have so many error hcs because he is the silliest billiest guy to ever exist

this is more so just a hc i have about like every glitched skeledude and that is they function a lot similar to like computers/robots if you get what i mean? like they are very strict about their logic and any deviation can cause them to break down, i.e. crash and reboot

since they can peer into the code they can also use it to their advantage, whip out a command terminal and ask it all the questions youve ever wanted too such as why is my ex wifeboy such an annoying bitch?

error is a glitch he lives outside the code, code is often translated in binary, if he lives outside that he is then nonbinary, although i like to think he throws the idea of gender completely out the window, agender error real and true

he can speak both english, spanish and french, spanish because he felt he needed to watch his novellas in the og language (subs not dubs) to properly understand them, and french because he was paranoid ink was insulting him to his fave whenever he spoke in french in front of him

my guy has no senses, his eyesight, more like eyeshite, taste? nope, bro eats tin cans for breakfast, hearing? also poor, try having a million people screaming in your head day in day out, common sense? certainly not

he does however have a heightened tactile sense, all errors/glitches do, in a meta sense i suppose you could say his hurtbox is slightly too big because he'll flinch and pull away if you get a bit too close to him

on that note, autism, all skeletons originate from sans and that man is autistic

he will burn anything containing he doesnt like so if you wanna get him some nice clothes for his birthday, which he does not at all recall the day it was (he choose 4/04 because it was funny), you better make sure it isnt crush velvet or sherpa

he gets very easily overstumulated because hes spent years in the antivoid which is a blank white void that is always silent and nothing ever changes, i swear to god cq this man is so autistic was this intentional??

needs glasses, refuses to wear them

cant really feel temperature differences, he'll rock his stylish socks and sandals in -10°C (im sorry im british)

a lot of his old memories from his life before he became a glitch are gone, or are incredibly fuzzy, it also doesnt help that he's lived for so long since that there are plenty of more memories he can pull from, so for error a lot of things are new to him, the first time ink showed him a bath bro was flabbergasted, stayed in there for 6 hours didnt even care the water was cold

he had a cat but yknow the anitvoid is uhhh a big open, endlessly infinite void of white nothingness so he kinda lost it, he cried for 7 weeks straight and still does everytime hes reminded

error starts with negative friendship points with everyone, doesnt matter if youve done nothing untoward him, he hates your guts

as much as he hates to admit it, hes picked up a lot of inks traits, and he tries desperately to do the opposite of everything ink does because god no he cant be like him hes annoying and weird and silly and kinda funny and cute?

i like error 😐👍

ALL OF THESE ARE SO REAL AND TRUE AND A LOT OF THESE ALIGN WITH MY OWN HEADCANONS!!!!

BUT THE CAT ONE...... OUGH...... AUGH........... THATS SO SAD................ waAAAAAAAAAA

[summonhouse]

did u know !!!!! i am . INTERESTED in your characters and u should Tell me all about them

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Heres two collections of characters .

housecats who ive detailed plenty recently. the perfect person/pp, xerox, catch 22, and amaryllis/no signal. they are (sans amaryllis) fiction aware interdimensional creatures. the perfect person is the hand of god (me as a writer) torturing and assisting fictional creatures, xerox serves to clean up forgotten and abandoned stories lest they become overrun by nightmares and void, catch 22 is the nightmares and void, and amaryllis is pps normal child.

pp's a righteous bitch, extremely erratic and constantly experiencing back and forth. to have personality while also being explicitly and only a tool for someone who enjoys hurt/comfort is existentially hellish; it cannot allow for any personal connection because it will inevitably be torn apart for some writer sanctioned angst. its also only able to do what writers are capable of and so could easily be written stripped of its powers and lives knowing it has to serve or be trashed (which it had been for a year until recently and is still recovering). xerox is nice and sweet, despite regularly killing people and fighting monsters and the other housecats being very mean to him. he wishes everyone had the clarity to enjoy their time on screen and submit gracefully when the curtains close as an inevitability. catch 22 is just miserable and wants to see everything end (as it cannot) so seeks to permanently ruin any story it could. it personally despises pp for reasons i actually cannot remember. something about stealing its partner before it turned into a creepy void centaur? amaryllis is pretty normal, half mortal and ignorant to the larger problems around it really. in canon verse its been kidnapped by catch 22 in the hopes of hurting pp or inspiring it to try and rescue it but pp actually doesnt really care so amaryllis has been left abandoned to rot away in the void. i like to think about what i call "normalverse" aus where that didnt happen and it grows up relatively normal. i think it has a very .. heady personality

heres characters for fibs story which im in the process of rewriting. i originally made it in 2019 and dropped it for 2-3 years and am only now picking it back up so theres a lot of reworking i need to do and explanation is mostly going to be recollection. its about a dog named fib (first guy), he used to be prince lye of the laurel kingdom before labyrinth (second guy), a malicious magical entity, teamed up with another canine to usurp his parents and tossed fib in a magical prison for a decade or so, where fib slowly goes mad. the usurper has since died and so fib has been released, but the magic of his binding has leaked into him and he is now cursed so that he cannot tell the truth, instead automatically saying lies which then warp reality into whatever he had stated. still he is the only one who can take title of king and now struggles to maintain control of his kingdom. he now goes on an adventure to try and track down labyrinth to reverse his curse, learning lessons along the way about self reflection, different nonverbal ways of communication, boundaries and expectations in relationships he has with others, and generally coping with immense trauma. cricket (third guy) hunts fib down during his journey; when fib was a normal boy, so was cricket, and they were young best friends before lye was imprisoned. with no clarity on the situation as someone new takes over the throne, cricket assumes that lye had simply ran away, abandoning the kingdom for worse as the new king subjected the kingdom to needless war, drafting the young cricket who dies on the battle field and resurrects through his rage, digging himself out of his mass grave and now seeking to kill fib. lie (fourth guy) is like totally nothing i just wanted to put him up there LOL hes some sort of spooky doll magical creature who seeks to manipulate fib by feigning kinship, for profit i guess

i love. to think and talk

[pjunicornart]

Here I go again pairing Sans' to things.

First it was with MLP characters, this time it's songs from Melanie Martinez's new era of music, Portals. Now with explanations! Okay:

DEATH - Error "Death, is life, is death, is life, is death, is..." My reason for pairing Error with Death is pretty straight forward. He destroys things. In the multiverse, he causes death.

VOID - Geno Being stuck in the save screen I feel is pretty close to a "void". But I also feel like he relates to the lyrics and themes conveyed in the song. The lyrics that cements that for me is "Like a priest behind confession walls I judge myself. Kneeling on a metal grader, bloody like a body that has died, and it's myself."

TUNNEL VISION - Nightmare Whenever I listen to the song with this specific context in mind, I always imagine Nightmare going through the process of becoming goop boy. Having "tunnel vision" for his goals, and following a tunnel to corruption. Yes... I am aware of what the song actually means and some choice lyrics, but the main vibe still hits for Nightmare.

FAERIE SOIREE - Paperjam Okay, to be fair, I had no fucking clue who to pair for a few of these songs, and this was one of them. At first I pictured all of the Sans', but that felt like a cop out. But then I imagined Paperjam just kinda vibin' and creating art to this song and I was like, okay. Sure. It's especially funny because this song symbolizes escapism via kush. I think at the end of the day Paperjam just wants to be left alone.

LIGHT SHOWER - Flower Fell I... feel like I don't need to explain this one too much. I love Frisk and Sans' friendship in this AU. Even though Light Shower can be interpreted as a love song, I feel like you could spin it in the context of friendship easily. Sans felt cleansed by Frisk's kindness. Washed away the mold that his past grew around his heart.

SPIDER WEB - Sans Spider Web is an allegory for internet addiction and fame. Well, Sans is an icon here, and he's not particularly happy being stuck in the middle of the spider web, slowly losing life...

LEECHES - Fresh My reasoning for this one is also pretty straight forward. Fresh, at his basic form, is a parasite. Sucking life from his host. He's a nasty leech.

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX - Swap I think due to his nature, he's often downplayed and seen as a joke. But poke him to battle, and he'll smile as you fall to your feet. Maybe not with his attacks... but with his larynx. He'll be silent until you cross the line. Don't you battle with his larynx tonight.

THE CONTORTIONIST - Fell For this one, I remembered that Fell Pap is like... a huge asshole. Controls Fell with fear and intimidation. For this song though, he's had enough of contorting himself for Papyrus. He's done.

MOON CYCLE - Nymph I fucking struggled with this one, bro. Because Moon Cycle is centered around periods, and describes a man who likes to eat a bitch out while they're on their period. Plus, I don't think any of the Sans' experience menstruation... So, I decided to revive an old AU idea for this one. One where all major characters are gender swapped, and the theme of the AU is all nature-y. Meet Nymph, she experiences periods and her powers - the power to grow flora - heighten while she's shedding any lessons and making room for blessings. (I shall see no Moon Cycle hate. It is my favorite song off this album and it needs to exist.)

NYMPHOLOGY - Dream Dream gives me boss bitch energy. That's pretty much all the reason I have. He'll make you choke on your doubt, ha ha.

EVIL - Cross If you're familiar with Underverse's story, I think you can gather why I chose Cross for this song. If you want to twist the narrative, then sure. He's evil.

WOMB - Ink Same sort of reason for pairing Error with Death. Ink creates and protects, therefore his role is centered around life. In multiverse, he protects life. "Life, is death, is life, is death, is life, is..."

PLUTO - Reaper I really don't like this song, so I just went off vibes for this one. This song gave me Reaper vibes, so there you go.

MILK OF THE SIREN - Cove Again, this is one of those songs where I was like... Pairing a Sans with this song would be weird because they're - for the most part- all masculine presenting, and this song is about misogyny and feminine rage. So I revived another AU idea for this one. Cove is another gender bent Sans. She's a Siren who lures people in with her voice. She never feels bad when those fuckers drown.

POWDER - Dust In the original context of the song, "Powder" is in reference to hard drugs. But obviously, in this context, powder refers to the dust of Chara/Frisk's victims. This song could be from Dust's perspective, confronting Chara after their many genocide runs. Telling them to "Clean it up - watch you die, it's yours to decide".

Well that was a lot! I'm curious to see if anyone else has given any thought into this or if I'm just weird. Let me know in comments or reblogs I guess!

[worstutfanonthingpoll]

context for why error is trying to destroy the multiverse, i promise you theres a reason:

error, at one point, was the skeleton from aftertale, geno. i mean, kinda? hes a sans that lives in the save screen after injecting himself with determination in a genocide run when he was dying. the regular sans still exists as a separate entity, but im not gonna get all into that. genos whole thing is that he wanted to end his universe so the resets would stop. in the events of aftertale, geno gets out of the save screen and gets his happy ending.

but why am i talking about this? because geno got too curious. geno fucked with determination and ended up in the anti void, a place of all white in between universes.

the anti void corrupts people, turns them into errors, when theyre alone in it for too long. while doing that, something about their personality changes. the thing that changed in error was him wanting all universes dead, due to his past that he now cant remember.

in the og askerrorsans comic he is not in the right. all errors have their own desire based off their past lives (blueberror wants to form bonds with others, fatal wants to recreate his brother) and errors desire is multiverse destruction.

so yeah. i hope this explains some stuff! error has a reason for the way he is, even though what hes doing isnt logical.

That does make sense, I actively thought he was being a little bitch bc his own universe got destroyed. Thanks for explaining!

[seedersphd]

Here's the breakdown for anyone interested.

Please note: This was for killing-use, not for utility-use like disorienting/auto loading GL's. Best for that is likely either a Lead From Gold/ALH like Militia's Birthright (doesn't really need to be adept for that) or Lingering Dread for disorienting/ALH/Chill Clip.

Additional Note: These are just my opinions lol, everyone's got different taste and I can definitely miss something!

Legendary Non-Waveframe GL's

Pardon Our Dust: One of the easiest to get (and you may even have the pattern already). It would be far more powerful if not for its perk placements in columns (like Adr. Junkie and Demo being both in column 4) but I highly recommend Perp Motion for column 3 and Vorpal, Demo, or maybe rampage if you want on column 4. Steady hands is actually a decent perk on GL's for quicker swapping when needed so that's acceptable in column 3 as would be Killing Wind or Amb Ass for more grenade output.

Lingering Dread: Just as it's used for utility, chill clip's power can not be understated. Without Chill Clip? Easily outclassed, but putting out both hard hits and stunning power makes it worth its weight in gold. Stuns champs, clears crowds, hits hard. Feeding Frenzy is good for reloading, Unrelenting for healing. Reload kinda sucks harder for some reason so reload MW is extra nice but still not required.

Ignition Code: A bitch to farm since it's only in week 3 rotation for Dares and its main attraction is one of its many perks, Slideshot. Not limited by a cooldown and with Vorp and Spike, these nades spit like a motherfucker and you can spit em out like a machine gun (not a fast machine gun, but still). Default blast radius is huge so a BR masterwork may or may not be completely useless, depends on the barrels.

Militia's Birthright: Lead From Gold for running double specials is its main attraction, though even in a general build it has loads of options. I have done little testing unfortunately so I have little to comment. The gun does have an adept though so an adept version with Adept Big Ones? Ooooohhh man, that sounds niiiccceeee 😎

Salvager's Salvo: Ah, one of the early ritual weapons and the one they've been willing to admit was a bit strong for that role. Funnily enough, it's biggest downside for most people (and why they had it so tuned up in the first place) was the lack of blinding nades! You get Spike Nades, good stats across the board, either Amb Ass or Demo in slot 3 and Vorp or Chain Reaction is slot 4. Demo is great on this thing and the second perk depends on the targets, but especially since this is just a kiosk weapon it's hard NOT to recommend this!

Prodigal Return: It has solid rolls and is the first legendary arc special GL to have blinding nades (freeing the blue GL Harsh Language to return later as a reissue!), but most importantly it's the only GL to have Voltshot! I need to do further testing though because I only finally got mine last night...

Empty Vessel: I actually have little experience with this weapon but it has a HUGE PERK POOL with lead from gold and a multitude of reloading perks in slot 3 and vorpal, one for all, demo, and unrelenting in slot 4. Would be daunting to get but now it's focusable with Zavala, it's an option worth focusing into!

Wilderflight: Not my favorite but it does have Demo/Adr Junkie as an option plus frenzy, lead from gold, and vorp in slot 4 and unrelenting and feeding frenzy in slot 3. You can do some fun stuff plus the firing is nifty.

Orewing's Maul and Truthteller: If you need void and don't want Wilderflight for some reason or the waveframe GL Harsh Language, it works. Not much more then "it works* though...

Legendary Waveframe GL's

The main things I'll note about these is sans the ones with standout perks, they all kinda feel the same but are all very powerful since waveframes are so good. Also you don't have to worry about the slot 2 rolls since it only has 2 grenade types.

Forbearance: I've gotta start off this part with the strongest cuz frankly no one does it quite like Forbearence. Unrelenting/Chain Reaction fucking clears rooms, there really isn't much more to say. Unfortunately it's a VoW craft so it's hard to get so try the other options to see if you like em.

Harsh Language: New legendary world drop. Not nearly as strong as Forbearance but Destablizing Rounds can give off similar power and can pair with Stats for All, Field Prep, Threat Detector, or Envious Assassin. Unrelenting is also good in the same column as Destablizing. Basically a poor man's Forbearance but it's still the best Void legendary GL in the game!

Defeaning Whisper: Also good for double special since it has Lead from Gold. It's not as good as Harsh Language but has a very respectable perk pool. Killing Wind or Lead from Gold (maybe Amb Ass) in slot 3 and Rampage, Unrelenting, or Threat Detector in slot 4.

Explosive Personality: Did you get the pattern done for this last year? If so, it's a solid option! Can do One for All/Stats for All which is pretty fun although not mindblowing but it can also get Unrelenting, Frenzy, and Golden Tricorn is slot 4 and Threat Detector and Feeding Frenzy is slot 3.

Legendary Heavy GL's

I'm not gonna do a whole section on these because they aren't great tbh. Wendigo Adept with Explosive Light is best for Boss DPS, Cry Mutiny is easy to get and has good rolls, and Typhon can do chill clip. If you wanna use em in PvP where they are actually good, have decent PvP perks and proximity nades.

The one I do feel the need to mention is rhe new Dimensional Hypertrochoid! Where it lacks in boss dps, it makes up for in being a fast ad clearer but something unique is just how often it can cause enemies to flinch, leading to you being able to bully enemies like champs. Still not game-changing but I like it 🤷

Exotic Breachloader GL's

Witherhoard:

Fighting Lion: Outside of being able to do triple GL builds and stuff, it's just a competent GL for the sake of laying out large quantities of groups from a distance and lobbing shots in areas of enemies while not worrying about ammo economy. It also does great damage for a primary weapon, meaning you can also take advantage of exotic primaries giving increased Heavy Ammo drops. It's just a solid GL!

**WARNING: THE GUN IS DOING ROUGHLY TEN TIMES DAMAGE AGAINST RED BARS ATM, DO WITH THIS INFO WHAT YOU WILL 😉**

Dead Messenger: Bigger Waveframe but without the perk pool but it can switch between elements. I don't really like it in much outside of niche scenarios but some people do definitely dig it.

Heavy Exotic GL's

Again, I don't have much to say about these so real quick:

Anarchy: Good for damage over time like Witherhoard in case you have a special damage dealer like the RoN trace tifle with target lock and ammo refilling perks. Used to be busted, then was bad, now it's pretty alright.

Parasite: BIG burst damage but you basically just get that shot so it's not often that great...if you shoot yourself with it though you get a damage buff!

Colony: Great for PvP! That's about it...

Prospector: They gave it Chain Reaction so since it fires so fast, it can be a great ad clear tool!

Salvation's Grip: lol

"I am very normal and would not get overly excited about anything just because someone brings it up 🙂"

*A friend asks me for Destiny 2 Grenade Launcher recommendations*

Me:

[blissfali]

first sim of the household is mr simons!!!

[flaynbestgirl]

people dont pay enough attention to laws main character trait of being a Smartass Motherfucker

everyone either focusses on him being grumpy, being a nerd, or being sexy, and while he is indeed all of those things, i dont feel they define him as much as being 100% That Bitch

[aus-from-undertale]

AUs that I personally love with all my heart 👉👈

(kinda thought it was a good ideia to make this list if you are a new follower and don't know from where to start :)

Inverted fate - It's my favorite AU. I'm trying hard to control my feelings while I writing this so I'm just going to say: READ IT

Horrortale - The angst and the world settings are so GOOOD

Echotale - Actually, it was the first Frans AU that I read. The story is so cute and I love mah G! Sans

UT Mob - Every now and then I squeeze in my post how much I love this AU. Everything is perfect. EVERYTHING!

Soulfell - One of my favorite AUs that are Underfell like 👉👈 it's a really fun read

Dusttale - Forgive me Dust!Sans, but your AU is so INTERESTING AAAAA

Caretaker of the ruins - ROOTING FOR THE PROTAGONIST TO LOSE IS SO FUN!

Aftertale - the art style and the story are all so good!

Errortale - That's right bitches! I'm recommending an ask blog! NOW READ IT ALL MUAHAHA

Underplayer - it was my first time watching a fandub, im glad it was about such an INTERESTING AU

Burstale - Chara kinda going genocide for like the 100th time is interesting (And she hot tho 👉👈)

Playbacktale - The ideia is so FUN =) i love this

Epictale - THATS RIGHT! I love this solely because gaster is a hottie with a lil' hat! Don't judge me >:0

Dogs of future past - Everything this author makes is precious, bloody hell

Flavor text Chara - Chara I wuv u 💕

Sans the Seraphim - Sans kinda became a hottie after being possessed by seven souls 👉👈

Underline - THIS IS SO GOOD! It's like a headcanon for all the stuff we can't really explain in undertale

Mergetale - SANS AND FRISK ON THE SAME BODY?! HELL YEAH

Darker yet Darker - i love mah bone bros

Drunk! Chara - Chara I wuv u 💕 (but stop fucking drinking)

Handplate - one of my favorite AUs about the bone bros

Alterverse - THE CUTEST MULTIVERSE AM I RIGHT

Name the Fallen - oh, I'll take the extremely creepy Papyrus thank you very much :D

Bromalgamate - mah bone bros becoming amalgamates is so cute 💕

Underfresh - Fresh, i don't understand you at all... But I LOVE YOU

UT circus - it kinda reminds me of UT Mob, but it's circus lol

Burstale - CHARA IS A HOTTIE PROTAGONIST IN A MANGA UHUUU

Undertoad- the mix between Mario and undertale is so cute! But the sprites are the highlight of this AU for sure

Chocoblook - Choco and Frisk fighting kinda reminds of me and my bro lok

Littletale- EVERYONE IS SMOL AND CUTE! WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?!

Systematic restore - the concept of this AU is very interesting :0

Delta Experiment - for the fans of Deltarune and Undertale :D

Alive - ALIVE WAS MY HEART AFTER READING THIS BANGER

UT gangster Au - Yes. Another gangster AU. At least I got my priorities straight >:0

Refinedtale - What do you mean it isn't the "ultimate happy ending"?! Everytime I see daddy Gaster trying his best, my heart skips a beat >:/

The skeleton games- i didn't sleep and I have no regrets. The slow romance and fluffiness with the violent Underfell is a great combination. And the protagonist is one of my favorites of all time

Fatal error- the character is so interesting aaaaa Geno and Error is a nice combination. And the creepiness is top tier ✨

Fellswapx- Toriel is so mean, i love it 💕

Unexpected guests- UMM EXCUSE ME, DID YOU SAY DRAGON FREAKING GASTER BLASTERS?!

Underwar- Sans is so op aaaaa

Ragnartale- not really into the love triangle but the story grew on me SO HARD

Flowey-is-not-a-good-life-coach- ah yes, the angst is very tasty thank you

Growth Spurt AU - Asriel my beloved

Leaf gaster bros- ITS TOO MUCH CUTENESS BETWEEN THE GASTER BROS AAAAA

Reversed context - I LOVE THE CONCEPT! ACTING IS BAD AND FIGHTING IS GOOD

Ask the fallen royalty-OH IM OBSESSED EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE

Eldritchrune- normally I don't recommend concept aus but oh my oh my so gooooooood

Over the void - MK, Frisk and Asriel enter a portal u.u LOVE IT 7AGAGSJWJWK

Shifter au- an Au where Papyrus chose to give his life to a parasite shape shifter when he was a child!

Ghost switch - LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THE DEAD KIDS EXCHANGING THEIR ROLE DAAMNN

Spitetale- love that even Chara be like "yo frisk chill the fuck up* on a genocide run

Pedia's Clover - absolutely fun and adorable au with takes of Clover from Undertale yellow!

I would be grateful for any feedbacks or even list ideias :)

Enjoy 💕

[sleepystarsiri]

Bad Sans Poly w/Error

I was given a prompt to ramble about and... Ended with a drabble instead of a small ramble...

A drabble of 2536 words... Written over the course of 11+ hours. Fun!!

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Error was unsure of the BSP, happy for them, but unsure why he was jealous. Yes, he was single, but... He was happy being alone. He didn't have to risk another relationship ending by being glitched out if he was single...

He lost his first love that way. So why... Why when he was with the others did he feel like he was going to cry when he saw their soft, gentle affections toward each other? It hurt... It made his chest ache and his sockets sting with tears.

He ignored it, pushing the emotions down whenever they surfaced. He could sense the confused, wary looks from Nightmare, but he ignored them. He started to distance himself, holing himself away in the Anti-Void. He barely had the energy to keep up his job, but he managed to.

Instead of visiting the castle to check in, like he usually did, he just laid around in his section of the Anti-Void, bundled up in blankets and watching UnderNovela. That was how Nightmare and the gang found him when they got worried enough to break the unspoken rule of staying out of Error's 'home'.

It was... A chaotic mess, not the normal neat area Error preferred.

Error was asleep in his beanbag chair, curled into a small ball, wrapped in his blanket. He looked terrible. His sockets had bags under them and his scarf was messy, frayed and stained with chocolate.

Concerned, Cross reached out to touch Error's cheek before the others could stop him. Instead of crashing, like they expected, he nuzzled into the hand, purring sleepily. Cross stroked the bags beneath Error's sockets and Error yawned and slowly opened his sockets. His eyelights were hazy and unfocused until he blinked...

Then he gave a glitched screech and jumped backward, tumbling over the back of his beanbag chair.

Cue a freakout and panicked apologies from Cross... Followed by a pause as they saw what was in the beanbag chair. Error had been cuddling up to hand-made dolls of the BSP. He glitched, sputtering, and made his strings yank the dolls up to the tangle of strings and dolls that made up the 'ceiling'.

He hissed at the poly, glitching and blushing vibrantly. He tugged his scarf up to hide his face, emotions all over the place. Embarrassment, panic, affection, love, sadness, pain, anxiety.

Nightmare’s confused, shocked expression morphed into one of realization at Error’s emotions. He stared at Error with a wide socket and Error caught his gaze, tensing up. Shame flooded Error’s emotions as he looked away, his glitches increasing in number.

“Error...” Nightmare said gently, his voice cutting through the air of the Anti-Void, and the glitch tensed up.

“I d-don’t want t-to taaa-talk about it, N-Nightmare.” Error growled lightly, his voice glitching more than it had before.

“Error, we’re going to talk about it. One way or another. You look horrible. When was the last time you washed your scarf? When was the last time you left the Anti-Void?” Nightmare growled back, stalking toward him as his tendrils flicked angrily. Error winced slightly at his approach, feeling the weight of his anger, his concern.

“Yyyy-Yes-Yesterdayyy.” He grumbled, curling up and tucking himself into his coat. “I’m fff-fine. D-dd-don’t need ttt-to talk about iiii-it.”

“Error.” Nightmare’s tone went gentle as he knelt in front of the glitch. “Please. We need to talk about this.”

The glitch just twitched, shaking his head. He growled faintly, twitching violently, before he exhaled a soft mist of shimmering blue, red, yellow, and green. It dissipated moments after he exhaled it.

“I ddd-don’t want to ttt-ta-talk about it.” He muttered irritably, curling up tighter. He pressed his face into his knees, trying to remain calm.

“Error, please.” Nightmare repeated gently, reaching out and holding a hand toward him. Error glitched out, then muttered mutinously, but gently placed his hand into Nightmare’s. He fizzled at the touch, then calmed. It always happened when he was awake, if he didn’t outright crash. Nightmare’s lack of a traditional Soul meant his touch wasn’t as overwhelming or as painful as everyone else’s. “Thank you.”

“Sss-still don’t want-ant to talk a-abou-out it.” His voice glitched out a bit before he sighed and closed his sockets. “...But… F-fine. I’ll ttt-talk.”

“Thank you.” Nightmare repeated, clearly relieved. “Come on, Error. Let’s get you into clean clothing, fed something other than chocolate, and into a comfortable place.”

He gently pulled Error up, the glitch swaying slightly on his feet before he steadied himself. He winced and reached up to rub his skull, sleeve sliding down and revealing scratches and burns up and down his arm. He didn’t really care, since he usually was covered in scratches and scrapes. Ink’s paints were a bitch to deal with…

Nightmare gently grabbed his arm, pushing his sleeve up and Error blinked, eyelights hazy, before they focused and he looked at the scrapes.

“Oooh-ohhh… Ink caaa-caught me. Fresh-ssshhhh had to come ggg-get me.” Error said, reaching up to rub his face tiredly. Nightmare narrowed his socket, doubtful of his explanation, but not wanting to call him out. “Don’t give mmm-me that look, Nnnn-Nightmare. I’m not an iiii-idiot. I know whaaaa-at they look like, wh-when paired with my sss-state. You can asss-ask Fresh if you dddd-d-don’t believe me.”

He rubbed his arm, glitching as he tried to heal it. It healed a bit, then glitched back to how it was. He grumbled slightly, squinting at his arm in annoyance.

“...Alright, I believe you.” Nightmare sighed before he gently healed Error’s arms. The other glitched a bit at the influx of magic, then settled. He was trying to ignore the concerned (and suspicious) stares of the others. Killer’s stare was the most suspicious, but he was slowly starting to realize what was wrong.

“Glitchy.” Killer called lightly, firmly, and Error slowly looked over, staring toward where Killer was. His glasses were nowhere to be seen, so he was hard-pressed to see anything, especially not that far away. He made a glitched sound of acknowledgement. “You’re depressed, aren’t you?”

“Whaaa-aat Sans isn’t?” He quipped back, rolling his eyelights, but nodded slowly, making Killer’s sockets widen a bit.

“Are you depressed because of us?” Killer clarified and Error shrugged a bit, the reaction noncommittal. Killer rubbed his face, sighing loudly. “Are you depressed because we’re so affectionate in front of you?”

Error shrugged again, closing his sockets. He swayed in place, trying to stay on his feet. Nightmare moved and scooped Error up bridal-style, making him glitch out and nearly crash. He clung to his scarf, curling his fingers hard into the fabric. It took him a few moments to calm down, blinking away the error signs that popped up in his sockets.

“It’s not because of us, per se.” Nightmare told Killer and the others, adjusting his grip on Error and opening a portal to the castle. They walked through, the portal closing after the last of them was through. “Error, don’t fall asleep now, you need to clean yourself up and change… And eat.”

Nightmare gently tapped Error’s cheek with a tendril, but he growled and lightly nipped it, earning a startled moan from Nightmare. It took a moment to process and Error crashed while Nightmare flushed. The others started laughing at the two, while Nightmare huffed and continued to walk. He put Error down on a bed before backing off. Moments later, Error rebooted and his face flushed brilliantly.

“Sss-so-sorry-” He stammered to Nightmare, tugging his scarf over his face. Nightmare blinked, then started laughing.

“You really do have it bad for us, don’t you?” Nightmare sighed and Error hissed at him, glitching out wildly, then forced himself to calm. “Oh, hush, don’t get so defensive.”

Error just growled at him, carefully rolling to his feet. He staggered a bit, then caught himself. He blinked a few times, then squeezed his sockets closed, shaking his head wildly to clear it.

“Uuu-ugh. Ffff-fuck-fucking Voices...” He rubbed his head, then glared at Nightmare, crossing his arms and trying to ignore his embarrassed flush. “And ss-sh-shut up. I don’t waa-want to cause aaaa-any ripples.”

“Ripples?” Cross piped up and Error nodded, motioning vaguely between the members of the poly. Cross blinked, then deadpanned. “Wow, you’re more oblivious than I was.”

Error narrowed his sockets at him, growling lightly, and Cross rolled his eyelights.

“You’re an idiot if you think we don’t want you to join, stars, glitchy, we’ve been dropping hints for AGES!” Killer complained, throwing himself onto the bed, pouting at Error, who glitched in surprise.

“W-what?” He sputtered, confused, and Dust snorted, amused at him.

“Go get a shower and we’ll talk after, while you eat.” Dust ordered, Horror staring sternly at Error and nodding sharply, firmly. Error knew that stare, it meant he was to obey… Or Horror would bodily force him to do so.

Error sighed and nodded, then slowly made his way toward the bathroom to get a shower. He paused to take his scarf off, stroking the fabric nervously. Dust moved over and gently took it, knowing how it felt to be attached to a scarf.

“Go shower, I’ll wash this myself.” Dust told Error, who nodded, then headed into the bathroom. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed. He closed the bathroom door, then stripped and carefully headed into the glass-walled shower. He closed it and turned the water on, huffing softly. The walls were made of frosted glass, so he was only a vague dark blur behind the glass.

He stepped carefully under the stream of water and began to wash his body, careful of all of the injuries littering it. He was more injured from Ink than he’d let on, and didn’t want to let on. He heard the bathroom door open and paused to glance over, not that he could see. But… It was just one of them getting the clothes Error had left piled in the middle of the bathroom.

Error focused back on cleaning himself before he cut the water off and opened the door to the shower. He leaned out, grabbing a towel and pulling it back into the shower. He dried himself off, then wrapped the towel around his hips, walking toward the door. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped, turning to stare at the long, irritated red gash across his torso. It went from his right shoulder to his left hip. He sighed, reaching up to touch it.

“Fff-fucking squid. Stupid f-fucking-ing Soulless abomination...” He growled lightly, pressing his fingers against the gash, scratching harshly at it. That was a mistake and he clapped his hand over his mouth, rushing to the sink. He doubled forward, spitting and gagging into it. The noise made the others rush in.

They were met by the sight of Error coughing and spitting blood into the sink, a long gash across his torso trailing vivid red down black bones. He groaned, bracing himself on the counter as he slowly recovered, chest heaving from his coughing and gagging fit.

“F-fuckkk-king abomination… N-need to figure out w-where the hell his c-coding core i-is-sss...” He huffed to himself, then pressed a hand to the gash, focusing. His torso began to glitch, dark pixels began to slot themselves into the gash, sealing it and hiding it from view. He sighed in relief, then wiped the blood from his mouth and chin, spitting the last of it into the sink. He washed it out, then turned to leave, only to pause at the sight of the others.

Oh. Fuck.

“...Error. What the fuck was that?” Nightmare tried to ask it gently, but his voice was shocked and confused.

“...Eh-hhhh. Geno isn’t m-mmm-my bro. I was Gee-Geno. I’m ffff-from an alternate tttt-timel-line, a darker o-one.” He tried to explain, scratching at the back of his skull. He was trying to ignore the lack of clothing on his part. “Iii-it’s hard to expla-aaaain.”

“...Sooo- You’re wary of being with us because you’re still in love with Reaper?” Killer asked blankly and Error glitched and shook his head.

“Oh, n-nooo. No. I haven’t l-lov-loved Reaper since I beee-became Error. I los-ssst my memories from-mmm before for a looo-long time… So the o-only-yyyy emotion I feel for h-hiii-him is fond remembrance fo-ooor a past love.” Error clarified, shrugging and lowering his hand so it dangled by his side. He shuffled slowly toward the door. “I neeee-eed clothes...”

“Huh? Oh, right! S-sorry!” Cross sounded confused before the group shuffled out. Dust left a pile of clothes, topped by Error’s scarf, on the counter. Error closed the bathroom door and dropped the towel, pulling the clothes on. Ah, the usual ‘Sans’ outfit… He hated it. At least he had his scarf. He put his scarf on, tucking his face into it, before he shuffled out.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, twisting his scarf around, in his fingers.

“So… Why are you wary of being with us, Error? If not because of holding feelings for someone else?” Dust asked, leaning against the wall and playing with a knife he’d stolen from Killer.

“...’s because ya lost… Yer first love… When ya turned ta Error?” Horror asked slowly, tilting his head as he looked at Error. He looked startled at being read that easily, but he nodded.

“Yyyy-yeah...” He sighed, closing his sockets as he rubbed his face. “Thaaaa-at’s one reason.”

He flopped backward onto the bed, throwing an arm over his sockets.

“What are the other reasons?” Dust was now interested, moving over to sit on the bed near him. He leaned down to stare at him, looking curious.

“...Ttt-tou-touch.” Error moved, staring blankly up at Dust. “T-touch-ch hurts. Nightmare ddd-doesn’t-n’t have a traditional Soul-lll so it doesn’t h-hurt as much… Nor i-issss it as overwhelming...”

“Cross could touch ya earlier.” Horror pointed out and Error shrugged.

“Ddd-don’t know why… Uuuu-usually I crash from tou-uuuuch.” Error stated, then froze as he felt a hand on his. His sockets filled with error signs, but he blinked them away. “Ow.”

He turned his head to see who was holding his hand. It was Dust. He stared, shocked, then turned his hand to gently hold Dust’s. He marveled at it, a static-y purr starting up in his chest. He couldn’t help it… Even with the pain, he was touching someone aside from Nightmare!

Sure, it was a bit painful, but nothing he couldn’t handle, nothing that he didn’t deal with daily. The glitching hurt sometimes… But… Stars, he missed touching people…

Nightmare smiled, looking away as his tendrils swayed happily. The happiness Error felt was clear on the glitch’s face and in his aura. He suddenly snapped his tendrils out, catching Error and keeping him from pouncing on Dust.

“Error, don’t jump the gun, you’ll crash. Small touches are the only thing we know are okay, we don’t know how you’d react to hugging, let alone cuddling.” Nightmare chided gently and Error slumped in his hold.

“I mmm-miss being able to-oooo hold, hug, ccc-cud-cuddle, etc others…” Error sighed, looking down.

“Baby steps, Error, baby steps.” Nightmare reassured, gently stroking Error’s skull with one hand. Error sighed and nodded slowly.

[ryozoro]

Hades Playlist - i.

NOW PLAYING : I n t e r l u d e [J. Cole]

cw; name calling, blood, mentions of murder, major spoilers

“Fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

Despite the red-light district thriving through the night, it looked just as beautiful during the early morning. Yn was roaming the streets on her pedal bike for the first time since winter break as she plotted different ways to surprise her big brother at his newly opened bike shop. She had already purchased his favorite breakfast meal from the little café she worked at, and all that she was left to do was see the said man. Getting out of thoughts and returning to reality, she stopped at the side of the traffic light to press the ‘crossing’ button and to text Draken to make sure he was at work before she made the trip.

“hey there pretty girl, ya wanna come ride something more interesting than the little kiddie bike yer on right now?” some bleach blonde junior high kid called out to her, smirking as he man spread and took up most of the space on the park bench. “I know ya hear me pretty girl,” he leaned and rested his elbows onto his knees, “maybe ya want me to come over and beg for yer attention, huh? Want me to come and make ya listen to me?”

She scoffed and waited for the light to signal for her to cross, but its as if the gods wanted to punish her and traffic kept flowing out of her favor. Getting restless, she pocketed her phone and tapped on her bar handles in hopes of the cars to all be generous and let her through; of course, this did not happen and the young fuck boy in training had began to approach her alongside his friend who were hyping him up and recording the event.

“You might be older than me,” he walked up behind her and kicked her bike tire before circling around and leaning against the basket in the front, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I hit girls.” Yn had to refrain from spitting in his face because Draken always said ‘never start anything with others first, let them choose their fate.’ In other words, big bro just didn’t want her to put herself at risk due to minor inconveniences that were presented towards her.

Just as the light switched from a hand to a walking figure, yn politely smiled at the boy in hopes of him getting the hint that she did not wish to engage with him anymore, but – of course – that was just asking too much of him. He turned back and looked at the sign noticing it was their turn to cross, and he surprisingly moved out the way. Yn smiled realizing that her brother did know it best when he said that the ‘dumb young boys will leave you alone after they realize you’re not going to give them the time of day,’ and she moved to pedal across the cross walk with a large smile.

However, big bro’s words are not the golden rule amongst men and the boys did not leave her alone; in fact, they decided to run at her hit the back tire with a bat and caused her to lose control and fall in the middle of the walkway. The drivers were kind enough to wait for her to get up and cross the street with scraped knees and a dirty pull over. She turned back to glare at the boys, but their backs were already facing her as they leisurely walked away laughing. This wasn’t going to ruin her day, after all, she still gets to surprise her brother with her presence and might even have the chance to see his hot amazing friends whom you grew up around. After realizing that the former gang members might all be hanging around her brother’s workplace, she got up with a huge smile and skipped the rest of her way on the crosswalk. Once to the other side, yn hopped back on her bike without checking her bloodied shins and made her way on the quickest route to the shop.

Glancing up at the familiar billboards that danced in sky and looking down at the alleys being populated with street cats and new gen delinquents, she realized she was only a block down from seeing the man who has always put her first and raised her to strive to her fullest potential. Smiling as closed her eyes for just a second - she swears it – to bask in the excitement and next thing she knew, she was on the ground covered in coffee. She could hear faint voices but those were cancelled out by her skin screaming at her to get up and quickly remove any rubble and dirt that had entered. Moving to get up, she took note of blood staining the concrete and became slightly alarmed.

“Oi, you dumb bitch, you should watch where you’re going,” a man’s voice echoed through her head, “you got a drip of blood on my Milano’s.” Trying to get up, yn went to wipe her eyes, but as soon as she lifted her hands, she felt them share the similar sting that her knees and chin felt. “You deaf or something? Ha, lucky for you I’ll take the food in your basket and whatever is in your wallet as an exchange. Pin code for your card must be included, love.” Hearing as she was about to get stripped dry of her hard-earned cash, she shot a glare up at the well-dressed man’s body just to be sent in a more state of terror when she noticed the tattoo that decorated his temple; it was the infamous Bonten symbol.

“I say we just take her to the back alley and make her pretty throat match the rest of her bloody body,” she turned and seen a pinkette with long hair and two scars that sat on each corner of his ?beautiful? mouth. to be completely honest, he would have been very much at the top of her most attractive list if he weren’t just plotting to slice her neck right in front of her; she wondered if he ever heard of the Element of Surprise. “She hasn’t even apologized yet and it’s been at least 45 seconds, that is pretty rude don’t you think, Mochi-kun?”

“It is very rude,” the built man with slicked back blonde hair spoke up, “do you want me to take her in the alleyway?” He squatted down to meet yn at eye level and she didn’t know if it was the fact he was able to stare into her soul with lifeless eyes or the extremely structured shoulders that could break her bones if he had tackled her, but she genuinely felt that she was going to die. “You seem like a worthless kill if I am being honest, and I don’t like claiming meaningless prizes. So, if you want to live,” ‘Mochi-kun’ reached over and gripped her bloodied chin, “or are you going to be good dog and run your pockets?”

She couldn’t believe it; for all her life, death threats have never been directly shot at her as Draken and the others have always been there. Of course, she emptied her pockets as quick as she could and began wiping the man’s Milano’s with her cloth lens wipe.

“Good girl,” the man with the temple tattoo said mockingly, “but I’m gonna need you to put your pretty mouth to work since you don’t know – or rather – you act like you don’t know how to speak.” She felt her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked up from the ground; they mistook it for fear, but yn was just angry she was powerless to them. “Don’t worry, I like older women, so I won’t need your mouth for that,” he laughed loudly in her face, “lick the blood off.” Her glare returned and tears began to spill over her cheeks. “Be a good bitch, and lick my –“

“What are you idiots doing?” a man with a long pink and purple mullet-like hairstyle came from behind her. “Are you guys bullying young kids again? Oh, wait, you’re not a kid.” He stared at you through his multi-colored bangs and tilted his head, “Why are you all bloody like a sewer rat walking through the back alley of feral cats?” he pushed the girl’s forehead back, straining her neck to hold eye contact with him, “you’re not some whore, are you?” He craned his neck back to the man who has been treating her like a dog, giving yn a full view of his Bonten symbol tattooed across the middle of his pretty throat. “Neh, Koko, you do realize that if you want a girl’s attention you can’t just rough her up in hopes that she takes you to bed.” He turns back to yn before sighing, “You’re cute,” for some reason she felt herself swelling with pride, “but you’re not my type,” – well there goes her ego.

“Oh what-fucking-ever,” ‘Koko’ mumbled as he gently pushed her away, “I didn’t want some inexperienced princess anyway, so don’t get your hopes up.” He quickly bent down and took all the cash from her wallet and began to slide out the card, but a baton quickly swatted at his hands.

“Your obsession with money is crazy, but you can’t take hers if you still owe me 45,000 yen.” Yn turned to see a man with pushed back purple and pink hair holding the offending stick. Unlike the other members, his tattoo was in the same place as the mullet man – maybe they took over the organization after her other big brotherly figure, Mikey, left. She drank in his appearance, and although he was thinner than the other members, something about him just screamed ‘stay away;’ but for the first time in her life, yn didn’t want to listen to such obvious red flags. “Oh no, you’re bloodied up like a rat –“

“I have already said that nii-chan,” the mullet head said, “what do you say? Wanna jut get rid of her like Sanzu-san suggested?” The now known younger brother asks. She began to tremble but not out of fear, no, out of a weird feeling at the pits of her stomach that came about as soon as the stranger stumbled onto the scene. “Oi,” the younger brother flicked your chin, reminding your body that it is supposed to be in a state of stinging pain, “staring is rude. What are you – a deer in headlights?”

“Now, now, Ridou,” the man continued to meet yn’s gaze as he motioned for her to take his hand, “where’s the fun in hurting a good little lamb? Especially one who shows that she knows to yield to her Sheppard.” Against her better judgement, yn took his hand and allowed him to help her up. “Look at you go,” he smirked and scanned over her body through hooded lids, “such a strong little girl you are standing on wobbly legs after the big bad wolves tried to tear you down.”

She should feel offended, mocked, and appalled, but she couldn’t – not with the voids he called eyes staring at her. “T-thanks,” she weakly mumbled as she began to gather her bag back together and prop her bike back up, “I know you guys said you needed the pin number, but I can’t give it to you.” She hung her head and balled her fists; she was waiting for someone to hit her but that never came. Looking up she sees the ‘older brother’ standing in front of the brooding ‘Koko’ and the other members just staring around the streets.

“That’s fine, little one,” the older brother said, “we don’t need your card. Koko here will be fine with just the cash. But I will need payment of the sort since I did calm the bully over here, don’t you think?” He smiled at yn, quickly scanning her student ID and then turning back to her face, “You’re 18, yeah?” she nodded, and he smiled lazily, “Good, give me something of yours that is valuable. I want to talk to you again and if I take it, you are going to want to take it back, correct?”

“I – um,” she began to go through the bag and seen that the only things she deemed valuable were her phone and the spare keys to her room in the brothel, “all I have is my k-keys and phone.” She huffed out in hopes that he took mercy and just let her go already; if she kept in his presence any longer, she feared that every piece of knowledge on common sense would fly out of her brain.

“Well, no one wants a pedal bike here and your phone and keys wouldn’t be of use to me,” he spoke in a rather degrading tone, “how about, you give me that pretty little necklace that you’re wearing… hmm, ... oh! Give me your number as well. After all, how are you going to know when I want you to take back your precious gems without being able to plan a proper date?” His smile was too secretive to be comforting, but this was probably the best way to saving her own life.

“Okay,” she replied quickly, “just please, don’t break the necklace…” her hands shook as she unclasped it and placed it into the man’s hands. “That’s a gift from my brother, so I promise you I’ll come and get it whenever you ask.” Yn put her hands on her bar handles before straddling the bike.

“Thank you,” he smiled and put away the baton before fishing out his phone, “put your number in it and call to make sure you’re not fucking with me, yeah?” He tilted his head and softly hummed at the soft sound of her phone vibrating in her bag. “Thank you, yn-chan.”

“No, thank you,” she lightly coughed and waited for him to look back up at her after saving all her contact information. Once he finally looked up, she flinched but proceeded to stare him dead in his lovely irises, “May I have your name… if ya don’t mind that it.”

“Haitani Ran,” the older man laughed and shifted his weight onto his hip, “and I expect you to text me whenever you get the chance.” He turned around and the other members began to follow. For what felt like an eternity, yn finally let out a small breath, well at least until he had turned back around. “Oh!” Haitani-san smiled at her, “Leave it under ‘Ran-senpai’ so your brother and friends don’t get spooked. Don’t want the fun to end before it has barely even started.” With that, he turned back around and waved half-assed before disappearing into the distance.

Yn decided to just to walk the rest of the block because riding the bike has been nothing but bad luck so far. Once at the shop, she sighed and made her way to the back where she knew would be unlocked because no one dared walk up into her big brother’s place of work. Parking her bike, she quickly takes her phone back out with 3 texts from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey little lamb, its yer senpai <3

Unknown: yer probs with yer bro so ill call you later, mm around midnight so stay up

Unknown: text me back soon or I mite accidentally break your pretty necklace and youll have to  owe me a big favor for ignoring me :)

“what the actual fuck,” yn whispered as she quickly began typing away. She didn’t know if she be upset with his back-to-back messages treating her like she was his property, or mad at herself for feeling this little need inside of her that wants to please him. Yes, all of the gang members were extremely hot and DANGEROUS, but something about ‘Ran Senpai’ gave her the cold chills; what made it worse was the urge that she possessed to go against all her morals for him.

Yn: hi! Im sorry,, I was just trying to get to my brother’s shop

Yn: wait,, do you know draken-nii?

She tilted her head and rocked lightly from side to side, waiting for a reply instead of going in and surprising her brother like she initially had planned to do. While she waited, she changed his name to ‘Tani Senpai <3’ with a small smile as she imagined Draken freaking out over the fact that a boy has caught her interest. Of course, she wasn’t romantically interested in the man, but his face isn’t one that she would mind seeing from time to time – at a safe distance that is.

Tani Senpai <3: mhm, some good and bad history

Yn: oh?

Tani Senpai <3: you do know curiosity killed the cat, right little lamb?

Yn: you flirt a lot

Yn: how old are you ?

Tani Senpai <3: 28 years young bb

Yn: youre ten whole years older than me?? You look so,, young.

Tani Senpai <3: I have aged, but trust me, I am rather youthful in different aspects.

Yn: do you by chance,, like memes?

Tani Senpai <3: ofc, especially hornee ones.

Yn: haha.. well I gotta go,

Tani Senpai <3: mhm go ahead baby, remember. Midnight <3

 Yn: aye aye captain.

She felt another vibration as she placed her phone in her backpack, but she was finally able to see and surprise her brother and that is exactly what she planned to do. Quietly pulling the door open, she noted that the music blaring and Draken’s back was to her as he was fixing up what looked like Pah-chin’s old CBX 400F. It was a cute sight if she was being completely honest; her brother rebuilding his old friendships. She seen the other boys’ bikes lined up too: Draken’s Zephyr, Mitsuya’s little Impulse, Kazu-kun’s Rocket, Mikey’s CB250T, and even the late Baji’s Goki.

“Pah-san still has the old thing,” she decided to speak up instead of tackling her brother, “are you guys gonna give it to some younger kids?” right as she finished her sentence, draken whipped his head back and went to cradle yn to his chest. Suddenly, all of the stinging on her skin had vanished and she was giggling while circling her arms around her brother’s waist. “How are you ya wannabe greaser?”

“I’m doing fine you idiot, how are -,” draken lifted his head to get a good look at her, but all his excitement drained as he was met with a sight of dried blood and scraped skin. “Who the fuck did this to you? I’ll kill them right fucking now, what the hell happened yn?”

“DRAKEN,” he stopped and stared at you expecting an answer, “I tired riding my bike down the big hill by the park and this happened, okay? I’m okay.” She stared at him with a soft expression and relaxed once she noticed he slumped in his posture, “I know you said to stop riding down the hill because it’ll bite me in the ass one day, so I guess today was the day.” Yn laughed and draken tried to fight the small smile that was threatening to fall on his lips.

“Go sit on the counter and watch the store for a bit, I’m gonna get the first aid kit in the back and I guess I’ll patch ya up.” With that, he disappeared into the office hall and left yn to be lost in thought. She had never lied to Draken this heavy before. It might not seem like a big deal to others, but she just told her brother she fell down a hill instead of saying that some /Bonten/ men were just threatening her life 20 minutes ago and they treated her like a dog; well, she didn’t feel that bad anymore, considering that he would have gone and wasted his life against men that played dirty. “Get out of your head, I’m back.” Draken teased her before getting an alcohol wipe and wiping the dried blood, “don’t squirm too much, loser. iss’ gonna sting a bit tho, so try to not hit me.”

It went a lot more smooth than she had expected, yeah, the cleansing wipe and ointment burned, but now she was bandaged and able to not worry about even more blood staining her clothes til they go to the brothel.

“Here,” he handed her a spare shirt and some sweats, “I don’t like seeing you all beat up, makes me want to fight the side walk. You know where the bathroom is.” Draken slightly punched her shoulder before heading back to seat near the bike, “once you’re done, we can go meet the boys for breakfast. I bet yer hungry.”

“Yer the best, ya know that,” yn smiled before taking her bag and clothes to the bathroom. “It won’t be long,” she turned before entering the hall, “make sure the cute one is there!”

“Stop trying to fuck my friends,” Draken called out in an irritated tone as she walked away laughing. It was an ongoing joke yn had played on her brother, where she would pretend to have some crush on his friends and it’d just make him twenty times more protective around them; he never knew if she was serious or not so he had to be cautious.

Once in the bathroom, yn quickly changed into the clothes her brother had lent her and stared at herself in the mirror. She laughed when she realized she kind of looked like one of the main characters from her favorite psychological thrillers. Yn took out her phone and decided to message Mana, mitsuya’s younger sister and yn’s best friend from home, with a picture of her bandaged state and the caption, ‘take out my ankles next time, daddy <3.’ It honestly surprised her to get a reply that fast as Mana was always one to sleep until noon. She didn’t know what scared her more, the fact she sent it the wrong person, or the fact the person knew exactly what she was talking about.

Tani Senpai <3: you look hot like that

Tani Senpai <3: like being called daddy, but in this context arent I supposed to call you mommy or something LMAO

Tani Senpai <3: I can break your ankles with my baton

Tani Senpai <3: make you my little housewife and call you ‘Bum.’

Tani Senpai <3: don’t worry, I won’t turn into ashes ;) <3

“Yn,” Draken called out, “you okay in there?”

“Don’t worry about it nii-Chan,” she giggled in hopes of masking her terror, “just bumped into a wound. I’ll be out soon.”

“Okay,” draken slipped a pad and a tampon under the door, “don’t know if you might want these -,”

“LEAVE YOU IDIOT,” yn genuinely laughed and heard draken’s heavy chuckles through the door, “thank you though, I’ll be out soon.”

“I’ll be outside on the bike, bubs.”

After hearing draken’s foot steps vanish, she quickly began typing.

Yn: that wasn’t meant for you -

Tani Senpai <3: shame, I love killing stalking

Yn: wait,, really? 👀

Tani Senpai <3: mhm,, we’ll talk about it later tonite ‘bum ;)

Yn: .. deal :)

Despite every shitty thing that has happened to her since she got back, it felt as if they were supposed to meet; fate as one would call it. She was offering herself to one of the most dangerous men who rule the underworld, and she didn’t even find herself to minding.

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[meliorist-midoriya]

the meaning of “i love you”

synopsis: bakugou tries to learn the meaning of “i love you” long after it’s been told.

pairing: bakugou x reader

genre: fluff with a touch of angst and lotsa pining

warnings: brief hospital setting, mentions of injury, bakugou is bad at feelings™

glossary: Y/H/N - your hero name

word count: 4.3k

a/n: dedicated to @katsushimaa​, the reason why this blog exists. in other words: HI YSSA IT’S YOUR ☀️ ANON (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ♡ update (1/6/2021): this fic is also read on peachy can’s youtube channel! this is with full permission and credit, and the only work with only this channel.

“I love you.”

Bakugou stared, speechless, as you confessed to him under the cherry blossoms, diplomas in hand. His throat locked and his tongue stalled as he wordlessly gaped at you. Around words? No, he didn’t even know what to say. The wind blew the petals off the branches, shocking him out of his stupor once they obscured his vision for one precious moment. He still couldn’t find the words to respond.

He didn’t know how.

All his life, he hadn’t cared for affection. Only victory. Anyone vying for his affections soon ran crying (humiliated, if they were lucky), the unread love letter crumpled in their fists as he moved on with his life without a care. But this, he couldn’t bear letting go.

Bakugou didn’t know how to hold on, either.

For the past three years, people came to know you as his other half. The one who kept him in line, yet helped lift him to even greater heights. The one who could withstand his withering glare with a smile. The one he kept by his side. For the past three years, your relationship remained ambiguous, this ambiguity becoming the open secret of your year. Too close to be just friends, yet not quite lovers either. A deeper connection that neither of you dug into, content with your dynamic.

Until now.

A part of him loathed that you were the one to make the leap when he didn’t even know what to say, but a little voice in the corner of his mind told him that maybe, just maybe, this would finally get his ass moving.

You smiled. Softly, slowly…

Knowingly.

He had to remind himself to breathe.

“You don’t have to answer me right away, I’ll wait for as long you need.”

And with that, you were gone. Bakugou was left staring at your back as you walked away from him and, as he would later discover, out of his life for the next two years.

“Hey, Bakugou! How are you holding up? Who knew Y/N took an offer in America? Did you know? None of us did.”

Ugh, Dunce Face. It’s been a month since graduation, and three weeks since you revealed you were entering America’s pro hero scene the day before you left. You’ve always been terrible at goodbyes…

Was that why you decided to confess at graduation? Because you knew you were leaving?

“No, I didn’t know, now fuck off.”

“Rude!”

The cherry blossoms have long since fallen, slowly unfurling verdant leaves replacing the pink blooms under the shining late spring sun. Of course, not even this beautiful scene could improve his mood when he was stuck on patrol with this idiot. Their agencies were working together, so he had no choice but to go along with it.

Once he gets his own agency, he swears…

“Bakugou-senpai!” A pair of second-years clad in the U.A. uniform called out to him, waving.

Ah. He recognized these two. Stuck to him like leeches after he spoke to Class 1-A as one of the Big Three, pestering him endlessly about all the crazy shit that happened his first year and asking him to mentor them. You were the only buffer that kept him from blowing up in their face.

“Ground Zero to you, extras!”

They laughed him off (these brats) and walked up, jokingly asking for their autographs. Kaminari took them up on it, shoving the paper in his face after.

After (admittedly very little) bitching and glaring, he snatched the notepad from Kaminari’s hand, signed it, and sent them on their way, letting his gaze linger on the pair as they elbowed each other and geeked out over the signatures they just got. In a brief flash of curiosity, he tried to imagine you two during your first year, walking back to the dorms after class, but something felt… off. The atmosphere wasn’t right, the image he tried to lay over the two students ending up washed out and misshapen.

An empty feeling sunk into his bones at the thought of having that same… disconnect with you.

“Ah, feels nice, doesn’t it?” Kaminari went ignored, Bakugou still staring at the retreating backs of the excited second-years. A devilish grin split Kaminari’s face in two once he followed Bakugou’s line of sight, “What’s this, Kacchan? Reminiscing over the old days already?”

Kaminari’s teasing tone ripped him out of his thoughts and Bakugou growled, shoving the blonde’s face away as he continued stomping down their patrol route.

“I won’t say it again, Pikachu, fuck off!”

Y/H/N DOMINATES HERO CHARTS FOR THIRD TIME IN A ROW

It took Bakugou a second to translate the headline from English to Japanese in his head, but he found himself smiling down at his phone once the words clicked. He expected nothing less, it was you after all. The U.S. Hero News logo faded away with the click of his phone locking, pocketing it as he swung open the door with a loud bang.

“Would it kill you to visit more, brat? And how many times do I have to tell you, stop slamming the door open!”

“Whatever, hag!” Bakugou snapped back, dropping the box of pastries on the counter before slumping into his seat at the dining table. Masaru looked up from his laptop and smiled at his son, something behind the mirth in his eyes that Bakugou couldn’t pick out.

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

Was he…?

Yeah, you could say that.

It’s been a little over a year since that day, and the both of you have paved your own paths in the hero industry since then. Bakugou finally, finally, after a year of busting his ass and making connections, went independent and started his own hero agency. Now, he only answered to himself (and, well, the Hero Public Safety Commission) and didn’t have to be held back by any hierarchy. An added bonus was that summer was always good to him (to villains? Not so much).

You? The headline spoke for itself.

“…I guess.”

“I’m glad. Your mother’s making your favorite for lunch, since this is your first visit ever since you opened your agency,” Masaru said, and there was that damn look again. 

The soft clink of the plate being set down in front of him cut Bakugou off before he could question him, and the flow of the meal swept away any opportunity he would’ve had. He found himself silently watching his parents’ interactions as they unfolded in front of him. An easy back-and-forth, flowing smoothly from years of practice.

Bakugou nearly dropped his bowl as an old memory blindsided him. An image of you, offering him food in the U.A. cafeteria with a smile flitted across his mind’s eye.

He shoved another piece of tofu into his mouth before the thought had the chance to linger. 

The rest of lunch went smoothly (as smoothly as it could with him and his mother in the same room), and he bid his goodbyes once the dishes were done and the end of his lunch break inched closer.

“I’m rooting for you, Katsuki,” The man in question shot a perplexed look at his father before shutting the door behind him. First, the weirdly knowing look, now this? Confusing old man...

He started down the path back to the agency for patrol, letting his gaze sweep over the bustling lunchtime traffic. Normally, he would’ve been keeping an eye out for any trouble since apparently, people loved starting shit when he was conveniently off duty. Instead, his mind wandered as he observed the people around him. 

People watching, was that what this is called?

He found himself doing this more and more often lately, as dangerous as it was to let his mind wander when he was out and about. An elderly couple tottering their way out of the corner store with their arms linked, the married couple further ahead swinging their squealing child in between them, a young pair giggling like lovebirds on a honeymoon as they walked down the sidewalk. His eyes skipped over the other pedestrians and bounced from couple to couple, subconsciously trying to make sense of the three words that had stubbornly stuck themselves to his mind for the past year.

Normally, he would’ve brushed off the thoughts plaguing him for the sake of his work, but these just wouldn’t leave him alone. They left him in a confused haze, a void slowly eating a hole in his chest and leaving him feeling incomplete.

To top it all off, he kept seeing you, in every couple that passed his line of sight. Every time he saw you two instead of the couple on a date or the married pair holding their child’s hand, the void closed for a brief moment before expanding even wider the second the image dissolved, leaving him with only a deep sense of longing making a home for itself in the void. Except he had no idea what he was longing for. He knew you were okay, and that was enough.

Was it really enough?

It was like he was trying to cobble together a puzzle with no reference and some of the ends cut off, blindly slapping pieces together and hoping it worked out. Loosely forming ideas, certainties, what-ifs, all trying to be linked together by a single man that, as much as he hates to say it, had no idea what the fuck he was doing (and it would be a cold day in hell before he asked for help). 

Shouts and screams snapped him out of his daze and he glowered at the villain crashing out of a nearby store. Sparks crackled and burst into blazing heat in his palms, evaporating the melancholy haze in his head to focus on the poor soul that had crossed his path.

The half-finished puzzle slunk back to the corner of his mind, waiting for the next time he would pick up the pieces and try again.

“I would like to get to know each other more, Bakugou-san. On a date, maybe?”

He paused mid-stride and stared at his colleague in barely concealed shock, who was too busy hiding her flushed face in her scarf to look back at him. He’s known this woman barely two weeks, then she suddenly hits him with this. Yes, he was caught off guard, sue him.

They were on a coffee run, for God’s sake!

“I mean, I know our agencies are only collaborating for this short time, but I think we could make it work, don’t you?”

Whatever else she was trying to say was cut off by a strong gust of wind nearly blowing the scarf off of her neck. The autumn chill the wind carried along with it wasn’t what made Bakugou feel oddly cold despite the scalding coffee in his hands, though. No, the chill had seeped into his being the moment she had opened her mouth, a certain dread at the thought of what would happen if he said yes.

If he said yes, he would lose you.

Suddenly, he was 18 again, diplomas in hand and wearing a uniform he had cast off long ago instead of his coat. He blinked, and he was back, still staring at the flustered woman next to him as the dying leaves fell around them.

Why? Why? Why can he only see your face? Why could he only see the pink cherry blossoms of a time past, instead of the blazing red leaves the wind had kicked up? He didn’t know the reason, he only knew that this wasn’t what he wanted.

“…No, I don’t.”

What did he want?

Walking into his office to see four people staring back at him with unreadable expressions was the last thing he expected today.

“Oh, Bakugou… I’m so sorry.”

What? Why was Mina looking at him like that? Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero too. Did he miss something?

“Look, I just came in, so whatever the fuck happened, you need to spit it out, and you need to spit it out now,” He slammed his bag on his desk and glowered at the group staring at him with- was that pity? He didn’t need fucking pity! He needed information! What the hell was going on?

“It’s all over the news, bro.” He stared at Kirishima for a second, two seconds, the dots taking longer than they should’ve to connect.

News…? News…

He hasn’t checked the U.S. news yet.

Ignoring the foreboding feeling bleeding into his soul, he rushed to take out his phone from his coat pocket, nearly dropping it from his fumbling, and he pulled up the U.S. Hero News website as fast as his numb fingers would let him. That little loading bar was testing him, he swears-

Oh.

Suddenly the snow soaking into his coat and hair wasn’t so cold, compared to the chilling horror that froze him to his very core. The world stopped moving for this second, his eyes burning from how long he was staring at those little pixels spelling out his world crumbling.

Y/H/N CRITICALLY INJURED IN BATTLE. RECOVERY UNCERTAIN.

Almost immediately, his eyes zipped through the article, over and over and why were there no details?  Did no one really know anything? He’d have to make calls, send emails, pull strings, there’s someone in the U.S. he knows, maybe they would-

“-kugou? Bakugou! Snap out of it!”

Was he being shaken? Oh. He was.

Suddenly Kaminari’s face was up in his and he almost headbutted him from the shock.

“Dude, we lost you there for a second. You read that article like twenty times! Are you okay?” He growled and actually headbutted Kaminari this time, glowering at him as he stumbled back with a bump on his forehead, “Should’ve expected that…”

“I’m fine. What happened was unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do. Now get to work, we have a case to work on.”

“That’s… cruel, man. We all know how close you were with Y/N, don’t you think you should care a little more-” Kirishima shut up with a single glare, valuing his tongue more than whatever message he was trying to convey. Care? He did care! There were so many things that had to be done, and he had no idea how much time he had left. But this… this was his problem, and no one else’s.

“Maybe you should dry off and warm up first to make sure you don’t get sick…?” Sero waved in the direction of the locker room, and Bakugou shouldered past him wordlessly, snatching up his bag and ignoring the water stains it dripped into the carpet.

“Is he really okay…?” Kaminari whispered the moment he saw Bakugou turn the corner.

“I think we already know the answer to that.” Everyone in his office nodded in agreement with Mina.

This was going to be rough.

Several hours later found him in a hospital of all places, speaking with a doctor about one of the patients that was involved with the case his agency was tasked with. 

Wait outside her room, they said, I’ll let her know that you need to speak with her.

Waiting was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Waiting meant he had to sit still, which meant that he had time to think. Waiting meant worrying. His mood was already sour from seeing all the happy couples cuddling up under the pre-Christmas snow on his way here. What would’ve usually left him with a gaping hole in his heart, instead made dread curl in his core and send a million and one what-ifs rattling around inside his head.

He needed to calm down, he couldn’t question anyone when he’s in a mood-

“Please, whoever’s listening, hear my prayer…”

Bakugou looked up at the sound of someone praying, his eyes stopping at the sight of a man kneeling at someone’s bedside with their limp hand clasped in his. The wedding bands on their fingers gleamed in the bright artificial light. He quickly cast his eyes back down to the linoleum at his feet, but it was too late, the headline running in his head for the hundredth time today.

The image of the man praying for his wife’s recovery kept playing in his mind like a broken record and, against his will, slowly changed to the image of you. Limp and wounded in a too-big hospital bed, connected to tubing and wires with too many machines beeping.

He felt sick, the dread climbing it’s way into the void in his chest and ripping it open to make a home for itself.

Of course he would hate seeing you in a hospital bed, just like he would Kirishima or anybody else-

No. This wasn’t the same.

He was scrambling for the puzzle pieces now, his mind going into overdrive to figure out if this wasn’t the same then what the hell was it?

“Ground Zero, sir? She’s ready to see you,” The physician pulled him out of his speculating and he nodded, clearing the sudden lump out of his throat and slipping into the patient’s room. A puzzle piece clicked into place the moment he saw her sitting up in her hospital bed, awake.

He wanted you to be okay.

He wanted you.

Bakugou found himself praying as he laid in bed that night.

The steady ticking of his clock roused him before his alarm did, a rhythmic metronome that dug into his eardrums and yanked him out of his deep sleep. Bakugou sat up with a groan, glaring holes into the damn thing like it had personally offended him for waking him up so early, mocking him with the time he was not supposed to be up at.

4:27 AM.

Wonderful.

Is going back to sleep an option…?

The restless energy that threatened to shake him out of his skin if he so much as held his breath was answer enough, and he swung his legs out of bed with a frustrated huff to go about his morning routine. An early start it is. The minutes passed as he went through the motions, coming back to his senses as he pulled out his phone while the coffee brewed and opened an app with practiced ease. Ease gained from opening it almost thrice daily for months.

He normally wasn’t a coffee drinker, but he would do anything if it pulled the void from his bones.

New hero, villain arrest, villain arrest, hero scandal, villain arrest, crime ring bust, hero scandal…

No news of you.

There hadn’t been news of you for the past four months, and Bakugou was slowly losing it. All the people he reached out to gave him vague answers or dead ends and only confirmed one thing: you were alive. 

At the time, it felt like Atlas had taken the sky back to carry on his own shoulders so Bakugou could finally breathe, only to dump it back on him the moment his relief wore off and he started trying to fill in the blanks.

You were alive, but were you okay? Were you in a coma? Wounded beyond repair? Put out of commission?

He shut off his phone, cutting off his train of thoughts, and filled his mug before making his way over to the balcony. Calloused fingers slowly traced over the books neatly placed on the bookshelf next to the balcony window, the early dawn light bathing the titles in a soft glow. He paused as the sunlight glinted off of a certain title printed in gold. Another memory rose from the depths as he read the title over, this time from that hellish first year at UA.

He let it, this time.

“I don’t want to read some fucking romance story.” He spit the words out like they were foul, scowling into thin air as you walked beside him, the book in your hands.

“Come on, Bakugou! It’s really good! You don’t even know what it’s about!” A glance down earned him your puppy eyes, and he begrudgingly conceded.

“…What is it about, then?”

“It’s a story about a girl that had to learn what emotions were, and the one that waited for her.”

You had shoved it into his hands anyway, and he never found the chance to give it back. 

A hesitant pause, then he slipped the book out of its space, wincing at the dust that billowed off of the cover. No harm in picking this up to read along with his coffee as long as it kept him from checking the news again.

His subconscious laughed at him as it picked up the puzzle again, slowly trying to piece it together as he opened the book to the earmarked page.

There was time for a quick read, right?

Wrong.

So, so wrong.

He ended up becoming immersed in the book, so drawn in by something about the story he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that he nearly ended up being late to work.

Nearly. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do late.

He swung the door open right as the clock struck 8:50, brushing cherry blossoms out of his hair with a quiet grumble as he walked into his agency. He stopped short at the familiar (too familiar) sight of his friends grouped together, whispering to each other urgently.

“What do we do?”

“Just…tell him?”

“And get blown up because he decides not to believe us? Yeah, right!”

Secrets. Again. The last time this happened…

Nope, not going through that fucking song and dance again.

“Decide not to believe what?” They stiffened in shock and turned toward him with sheepish smiles. His scowl deepened, the scene reflecting one from this past winter too closely for comfort.

“H-Hey, Bakugou, what’re you doing here?” Kirishima, Mina, and Sero all groaned in unison as Bakugou cocked a doubtful brow at Kaminari’s godawful cover-up. He’d indulge him, for now.

“I fucking work here. What the fuck are you dumbshits doing next to the receptionist’s desk?” They floundered for an answer, and the receptionist himself stepped in with a polite, paper-thin smile.

“You have a guest waiting in your office, sir. I sent them in ahead of you.”

“That’s all you idiots-“ A pointed look, “-needed to say in the first place,” He resisted the urge to sigh at the people he begrudgingly called his friends. Fixing the bag on his shoulder, he turned on his heel to start in the direction of his office, “Probably that patient from the winter case again. See you.”

He made a mental note to give his receptionist a raise, especially since he had to deal with those idiots on the daily.

They watched him disappear into the hallway in stunned silence, Sero eventually breaking the silence to weakly voice the one question they all knew they were thinking.

“Who’s going to tell him it isn’t Mrs. Nakamura?”

The receptionist heaved a quiet sigh as he sat back down at his desk. He didn’t get paid enough for this.

“I already told you, Mrs. Nakamura, we’ll let you know if there’s any upda-” Bakugou’s words died on his tongue once he stepped into his office, his bag dropping to the ground with a dull thud that he didn’t acknowledge, “…You’re not Mrs. Nakamura.”

“I’m not.”

A soft laugh. How long has it been since he’s heard it last?

He watched as you slowly stood up from where you had been watching the cherry blossoms outside, not missing the slight wince and the bandages you were swathed in as you did so. It was the only thing holding him back from crushing you in a hug right then and there-

Wait, a hug? Since when?

Bakugou had the sense to get himself together and picked his bag up from off the floor, kicking the door shut as he did. Heart beating out of his chest, he walked over to meet you in the middle of his office. He felt the void in his chest filling, but there was something that was keeping it from completely healing over. He knew what it was, but how would he-

“You’re here?”

“I’m here.”

His head was spinning. You were here. You were more bandages than skin but you were here. You were okay. The weight lifted off of his shoulders again and, despite the relief flooding him, he managed to choke his response out, wincing at his tone.

“Why now?”

“Well, you probably saw, but I got my ass handed to me-” Bakugou couldn’t help the incredulous snort that slipped, tossing his bag onto the table. That’s putting it lightly, “-and my contract with the agency was almost over anyway, so I got sent home for the rest of my treatment and physical therapy.”

“That’s…good.” There were words he had to say. What were they, what were they? Hurry up you idiot-

“Um, I know this is sudden, but do you remember… at graduation…”

Of course you would beat him to it again.

“I remember, and I… think I have an answer.” His ears felt hot as you laughed again, but this time he saw the tenseness in your shoulders, wound up from nerves. A step closer (it felt right), and suddenly he was in front of you, nearly buzzing with anticipation.

“You think? Lay it on me, then,” You (tried) to give him a reassuring grin, the sight of you with the cherry blossoms outside painting an all too familiar image. His breath caught before he could get his words out, his heart beating the breath he would’ve used out of his lungs and no not again not now-

This time… This time he would have the words to answer.

“It took me two goddamn years to get this far, so you better fucking listen, and listen well.”

“I’m listening, Katsuki.”

How three little words could feel so foreign on his tongue was beyond him, but deep down, he had a feeling that it was right. Your brilliant smile after made everything worth it anyway, and he felt the longing void in his chest finally knit itself together. Another puzzle piece clicked into place, placed by your own hands this time. The picture was far from finished, but at least now he had you by his side to help him put it all together.

He still wasn’t entirely sure what love was, but he was sure of one thing.

He wanted to learn with you.