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jawnjendes · 4 years ago

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let go of any hesitation | shawn mendes

shawn x goth oc

a throwback to the original goth gf fic. this is right after slow, so read that if you want context. a bit of smut lies ahead.

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I don't usually think so hard. At least that's how it felt before that tall handsome singer sang his way into my life. My brain was loud enough already (thanks, gentlemen suitors of the past) but it never went on overdrive quite like this. I was "feeling different," as a wise man once said, but it wasn't in a bad way. That's what was so strange.

My mind kept trailing back to the night Shawn and I were in the backseat of his car. The flashbacks played like a movie whenever I stared at the wall for too long or simply watched him play guitar. All he did was use two fingers and now I was constantly zoned out just thinking about how talented he was. I missed half of my lecture notes in most classes because of this. Honestly, I wasn't that mad about it.

Mind you, I still had to follow my rules, no matter how much I wanted to break them. Shawn was still far too understanding about it, and didn’t try to initiate anything with me since then. It was also why he didn't invite me to his apartment yet. Whenever we went our own ways he kissed me and said "I'll text you," making it clear that we wouldn't see each other again that day. Let me tell you, I really had to fight with my brain to not overanalyze that because holy shit, I wanted to be next to him at all times.

At least he did text me. He wasn't as talkative through iMessage but the feeling was there. He would send me pictures whenever he was playing video games, or procrastinating doing his coursework. He frequently sent little clips of him playing guitar and singing, and that is some good shit. I could watch Shawn do the most mundane things and still be delightfully entertained. I was that much of a simp for him. All it took was two fingers and I was absolutely melting for him.

It was strange of him to straight up ask, "Can I send you something?" I got that text when I was back in my dorm, books and notes spread out in front of me on the living room floor. For once I was trying to focus on getting my research paper done instead of thinking about things that have already happened.

Stella was doing the same thing, her own spread of homework on the coffee table. She had been silent with her headphones in as she attempted to read from her history book. Meaning, she didn't look up when my phone went off for the third time that study session.

I looked at the text, puzzled. I sent back a "sure lol" and went back to studying, although the anticipation of Shawn's response was sitting on my shoulders now. My eyes flickered between my phone and my laptop for the next five minutes, and it was embarrassing how quickly I snatched my phone when it lit up again.

I got a fucking paragraph.

"Just letting you know that you don't have to send anything back. And let me know if I'm overstepping too. I've just been thinking about you a lot lately, especially when we were in my car the other night. I want you to see what you do to me."

My face went hot immediately. It should have been a no brainer, given how hard I was simping. But I had to force my brain to function.

We might just start sexting. We might just go another step further. Was this breaking any rules? Was he overstepping? No… he was asking. I didn’t have to do anything on my end. Besides, if any sexual act went against my rules, then they were already broken. On top of that, rules are fun to break.

I typed, "oh it's that kinda something?👀 lol yea send whatever you wanna send."

I looked at my laptop again and nothing about my previous task was processing anymore. What even is homework? I started to gather up my textbooks, notes, and my laptop almost frantically, and I didn't say another word to Stella as I went into my room. Didn't need her seeing how red my face went.

The time that Shawn took to respond felt like years. I put all my things away and sat down on my bed, nervously rubbing my hands together. My phone sat in front of me, silent and almost mocking me. How much of Shawn was I about to see? How bad was the temptation of yeeting myself to his place going to be this time?

When I got a notification, I hesitated. My heart was beating incredibly fast and hard as I stared down the device, and I nearly jumped when it beeped again. He sent two things. Fuck.

"God fuck shit fucking-" I mumbled as I reached for my phone and opened the messages.

A video from the waist down. Shawn was laying on his bed in these particularly tight grey Calvin's. The bulge he was sporting twitched once, twice before his tattooed hand gripped it tightly. And that was it. The second thing he sent was just the smirk emoji.

My throat went dry, my breath hitched, and everything from my lower waist went warm and tingly. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, and my mind immediately filled up with images of what he could possibly be doing next. That's what was so good about it. It wasn't as in-your-face as a straight up dick pic. This video had just the right amount of teasing and sexiness that left me wanting more.

Shawn is very good at this.

"👀🔥" What the fuck else was I supposed to send? I didn't know how to use words anymore.

"Been thinking about you for a while…❤"

"Hoo boi," I whispered. "Hoooo boi…"

I sent back a blushing emoji and a black heart. I wasn't sure whether to fully engage or not. Is it breaking my rules if he sends me these things and I don't send anything back? Not that I could, I was so speechless by what he had packing and the fact that he was thinking about me in this state.

I nearly yelled when he asked if I wanted more… because he had been touching himself for a while already and he was close.

"Yes pls👀🔥" Thank god we weren't talking on the phone, I would have been a stammering mess.

And the waiting game resumed. My body felt hot and restless, so I got up to go lock the door and continue pacing the small room. I had to fan myself like a flustered fool, trying to keep the sweating to a minimum. Then, I practically ran to my bag on the floor and pulled out my headphones, just in case.

When I was ready and settled back on my bed, I had a new notification. I all too eagerly opened the message and saw the thumbnail of the next video.

Shawn had set up his phone and angled it so only his naked torso could be seen from the side. The V in his hips were in the shot too, and his hand was running up and down his body. My eyes followed his hand and the realization that he was completely naked hit me like a bus.

I plugged my headphones in before the sounds of his staggered breath could fill up the room. My eyes were almost comically wide as I watched him touch his own chest and abs. Then, his hand was reaching below the waist and moving in that oddly erotic up and down motion, and his breath hitched.

Next thing I knew, my own hand was going down into my shorts. My eyes stayed fixed on the movement of Shawn's arm and the sound of breathy moans. He wasn't loud enough to use his voice but it was absolutely enough to get me going. My own breathing was matching his.

His free hand was feverishly moving up and down his body, gripping his thigh before switching it up and using that hand to get himself off. That was how I learned his tattooed hand was in fact the dominant hand. Wet sounds mixed with his soft moans as he vigorously pumped himself. His hips were moving swiftly with his hand movements, and all I could think of was Shawn thrusting his hips into mine. It sent a shudder down my body, and I kept working under my shorts.

He got more and more into it, using his whole body as well as his hand, and then his back arched in an incredibly delicious way as he started to shake. Within seconds, little spurts of white hit his abdomen and he let out a string of deep grunts. His body shook and twitched with every pulse, erratically pumping himself dry. Finally, he sighed in great relief (what a wonderful sound it was), and his body relaxed.

My mind was on another plane by the time the video ended. Fantasies of barging into Shawn's apartment and riding him until my thighs were sore kept plaguing me. I had an urge to lick up what he just let out, and the need to be close to him increased tenfold. The simple idea of having his hands on me pushed me to the finish line, and I was quietly groaning and clenching my thighs.

This guy is really going to be the death of me.

With shaking hands, I typed up a response. "Nice. Cool. Real cool. 💯🖤"

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goth gf taglist: starting a new list so lmk if you wanna be added

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #mine

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monkeebratz · 5 years ago

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@liamnl

(I wrote most of this up at work on tumblr mobile and it didn’t save ANY of it, so apologies if this is disjointed af as I tried to remember what all I wrote)

I won’t lie, I mostly just keep picking Diana bc she’s one of the only Justice League characters I’m familiar with beyond the absolute basics and I feel comfortable adding her. Like. I had to google who Doctor Fate is.

(Not that he doesn't seem like a good fit tbh, tho idk which version specifically you mean? Since ig there's several?? I think if I knew more about his character and background, I'd explore him in the universe and how he interacts with Mari and the Miraculous. If you have any specific ideas, I would love to hear about them tho!)

And hoooo HOOO. Adrien calling the class/the Dupain-Cheng's about Mari being in Gotham, on the arm of one of the Rogue Gallery, as well as Damian Wayne. There are many, many unkind comments from the class. More of Lila's lies as well, hope she KNEW Marinette was working with Hawkmoth! No doubt she took his place and ran away to Gotham to play in the big league! How could she! (Honestly in this story, the class never learned she was lying so this bullshittery is still going strong.)

Adrian just... doesn’t add to that, he knows his Lady would NEVER, and his father handed over his miraculous willingly, but Mari would kill him if he blew all of their secret identities. Even if he IS rather angry and upset she took his ring. He knows shes mad at him but that’s no reason to throw such a tantrum about it and steal his stuff!

And as for Tom and Sabine, well. They have many mixed feelings about hearing where Mari is. Bc on the one hand, they didn’t know why Marinette ran away, and its such a relief to hear that she’s alive and where she is! But on the other, they still don’t UNDERSTAND. They don’t know that their constant encouragement to get with Adrian, letting him in the house, knowing that SOMETHING was bugging her at school but not knowing how to help and just. Letting her deal with it. All of that contributed to Marinette just running away after she gained her Guardianship. None of them really know why she left, they just ASSUME what they can, from what they know and understand.

(And listen this is a whole nother rant about the fact that, in the show, Mari is legit stalking Adrian. Her friend. And crush. Like. That’s absolutely what’s going on and from what i’ve seen (aka not much plz no spoilers) from the finale, she may be finally be letting go of this. And Tom and Sabine seem pretty aware of what she’s doing so no doubt they don’t think much of Adrian’s behavior but damn. DAMN. I DON’T CARE FOR THIS SHIT. anyway back to our regularly scheduled program-)

And honestly, both of them would probably go to Gotham as soon as they can, but it takes time, and they run a popular bakery. By themselves. So its going to take a couple days at least. And by that time, really, most everything will be in motion and Tom and/or Sabine would be getting in Marinette’s way with the Justice League or the Rogue Gallery.

But lets say Tom DID immediately go to Gotham. Track down Marinette. Shows up to Arthur’s with broken English and Rapid French and Arthur has no idea what’s going on. Really, just assumes he’s heard about Mari from one of the Rogue’s and starts measuring him for a suit. Mari, of course, hears the commotion, and just about brains herself trying to run down the stairs to throw herself at Tom. Because that’s still her dad. She still loves him. And she missed her parents something fierce, even if they hadn’t really helped with the whole... situation.

Its a very touching reunion tbh, and Arthur of course offers to let Tom stay above the shop too. He really thinks Mari should head back with her family, but, well. Mari’s really never listened to him anyways. And, as nice as it would be for a Dupain-Cheng family reunion, Tom doesn’t know what’s going on and Mari doesn’t really want to give her father a Miraculous. So she wouldn’t. She’d tell him to go back to Paris and wait for her to come back. (She wouldn’t.)

Yeah you were probably hoping for the big sappy reunion with everything fixed but... no. Mari has started making her own life, and as much as she loves her parents, they don’t really have a place in it here in Gotham. And after everything that happens with the reveil of the Miraculous to the Rogue Gallery and the Justice League after her, and her eventually rebuilding the order... she doesn’t particularly want them there. Oh, she’ll visit on occasion, and call, but the straw broke this camel’s back a while ago.

hhh i really need to write the next installment of this au so everyone can get an explanation but I am. A sleepy bean.

#gotham seamstress marinette au

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danganronpa-tng · 4 years ago

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Day FTE - Estrella

To my absolute relief, almost everyone showed up for breakfast the next day. Surprisingly, Estrella turned up too. She was acting totally normally, as if last night hadn’t happened. She wasn’t mentioning any of the cases either, so I figured we’d just leave it be. The only part she even mentioned was about her hair, saying she was pissed she had to cut it because she liked her long hair. I decided to ask why she cut it later. It didn’t look bad though; she had her bangs a bit further in front of her face and her hair somewhat tied up. I had to wonder is Aeja helped with it.

Speaking of Aeja, she was the only one not here. I most likely knew why, but there was a small part of me still concerned. Only me and Estrella knew of where she was, so if anything happened to her... well, I guess the trial would be kinda short.

As I was finishing up my breakfast, I noticed Estrella move her bangs a bit to scratch her cheek. Now, from where I was sitting I couldn’t see what was under those bangs. But apparently, Kamron could.

“Hey, Estrella?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“What’s that scar across your cheek, may I ask? If I remember right, that wasn’t there yesterday.”

Estrella instantly retracted her hand, the bangs falling on her cheek again. Other than that sudden movement, she didn’t seem to react much.

“Scar? Pffft. I’m the liar here, spy kid. Don’t know why you’d feel the need to say something like that out of the blue.” She replied.

“No, there’s definitely something there-”

“Drop it, ‘kay?” She said, a bit more serious that time. Kamron nodded, raising an eyebrow. And that’s where that was left.

After breakfast, everyone split up to go do their own thing. I left to find something to do, too. I was gonna just head back to my room, but I noticed someone going around the corner of the dorm Hall. I knew of one dorm that was definitely down there; Aeja’s. Sighing, I decided to go check on who was going there.

As I rounded the corner, I found Estrella standing at Aeja’s door. She had her hand hovering over the handle, as if she was debating something to herself.

Was she going to go in?

“Estrella..!” I called her. She jumped, turning to me.

“Jeez, pinky! Near gave me a heart attack. Whatcha doing here?” She asked.

“I just... wanted to check who was here.”

“Mm. Well, it’s just me! The neighbourhood gremlin. So you can head off now, alright? I have something to take care of.”

“The way you phrased that honestly makes it sound like you’re planning a murder.” I said. She rolled her eyes.

“I think you already know that I won’t be attempting a murder anytime soon. I’ve gone through the consequences of that already, don’ fancy doing it again.” She said nonchalantly.

“Right... well, what are you doing then?”

“Mm... Nothing of importance. To you, anyway.”

“That’s confusing.”

“Exactly!”

She smirked. I rolled my eyes.

“Well... can we chat?”

“...what?”

“I just wanna talk to you for a minute. Maybe two.”

She looked back at the door, then at me, then sighed.

“Fine, if you insist. Let’s head to your room though, ‘kay?”

“Sounds good. Let’s go, then!”

We made our way to my room, making sure to go slightly slower for Estrella. I wouldn’t have invited anyone else to my room at the moment, but Estrella is (surprisingly) one of the only innocent people here at the moment. We walked in, Estrella instantly plopping herself on my bed.

“That’s- hoooo, that’s so much better.” She sighed. I laughed, closing my door and pulling over a chair.

“So, whatcha want to talk about?” She asked.

“Well, a few things... Let me know if you’re not comfortable answering anything, alright?” I asked. She shrugged.

“’Aight.”

“Ok, so... what happened after your ‘execution’? Like, how did you get back?” I asked. She tutted, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, uh... that big hallway you get dragged down for an execution? It looks a lot shorter when you’re being dragged at insane speeds. In normal walking speed, it took about three days to walk. I didn’t sleep, either. The most rest I got was sitting down for an hour.”

“God...”

“I know! Walking for that long really does a number on ya. But, whoever this stupid mastermind is clearly didn’t want me coming back, because on the third day, a big hoard of Monokuma’s came to me and... well, they tried to kill me. Fun, right?”

“Wait, there’s more than one??” I asked.

“Yeah! I was surprised too, heh. But yeah, I found a knife in the hall for some reason, actually. It had initials in it, actually. Ka.Ki. Dunno who it belonged to, but I took it and used it to try fight ‘em off, which isn't easy when you’ve had no rest. That’s where all the bruises and tears in my clothes came from.”

“What happened to your hair?” I asked.

“Heh... well, one or two of them grabbed me by the hair, dragging me down and such. It hurt like a bitch, let me tell you that! But as much as I tried, I couldn’t pull away. So the only way to get myself out was...”

“To cut your hair so you could get away from them..?”

“Right on the money! But yeah, they were holding quite a bit of it, so a lot got cut off, but I’m proud of myself for a clean-ish cut.” She said, fiddling with a bit of her hair. “Only a bit of the purple dye was left. In fairness, it’s fading out, especially now that there’s hardly any left, so I guess I’m just taking Dad’s hair now.”

“I’m sorry all that happened...” I said.

“Nah, it isn’t really your fault... well, that much. The others were the ones that said I was guilty. I could see you weren’t sure, so at least you didn’t instantly assume I was guilty.” She explained, waving her hand around. “Any other questions?”

“Well, yeah... do you have a cut on your cheek?”

“I... *sigh* Yep. I was tryna find some concealer or something to cover it, but my bangs had to do for this morning.”

She faced me, pulling back her hair to show a still bloody cut on her face.

“Woah-! Are you ok?!”

“Enough, why?”

“I mean- it- that looks sore!”

“It was, yeah. Still kinda is, but not much I can do about it.”

“I- how did you get it?”

She looked away for a second, like she was thinking. I didn’t want to force her to answer anything, but I wanted to know as much as I could.

“...I got attacked last night.”

“What?! By who?! Maybe is was the mastermind-!”

“I-! I don’t know who it was. I... I didn’t see their face. Luckily I managed to get away, but I got one injury, as you can see.”

“God... Are you gonna be ok? Like, do you need somewhere to crash tonight?” I asked. She shook her head.

“Nah, I’ll be OK. I’ve survived two murder attempts, what’d be a third?” She said, chuckling to herself.

“Well, if you’re sure... you can go, if you want. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, actually, I think I’ll be taking my leave. Hope you got some answers though! Cya later, pinky.” She said, standing up with just a small wince and walking out. I waved after her as she shut the door.

That was a lot of information to process.

~ ~ ~

“Well then... I really am an excellent liar, huh? He doesn't look like he has any idea, so that's good. Now, here’s hoping she’s still up.”

#Danganronpa TNG #Estrella Ouma #I swear I'll try to stop focusing on Estrella and Aeja soon

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selfinsertdabi · 6 years ago

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dabihawks #2

more mpreg

The only thing Touya is acutely aware of is how badly his hands are shaking. Childbirth is an experience, a horrible yet powerful thing that nature just throws on people that definitely aren't prepared for it -- Touya was definitely not prepared, not prepared for any of that bullshit, but he does admit to himself that it was probably the most superhuman thing he'd ever seen someone do, and that's coming from someone who's father is the highest ranked hero in the entire country of Japan.

Hayato is knocked the fuck out in the bed in the room; he was in labor for a *long* time, and their son definitely took his time coming out with the entire delivery process too -- Touya can't lie, it scared the shit out of him, made those anxious incessant intrusive thoughts run through his brain about how *wrong* everything could go. He wasn't surprised at how his boyfriend reacted; Hayato bawled, halfway out of exhaustion and halfway out of the relief that he was *okay* and he was finally *here,* but what did surprise Touya was the fact that he cried himself, as soon as he saw their son.

It was an odd experience; the adrenaline and endorphins surged immediately through his veins, up and down his spine, his limbs, and the tears sprung to his eyes immediately, didn't seem to stop for the next half an hour, and then they were on and off in spurts. Usually he cried when Hayato did, which was a fair bit; they were both messed up from the biological speed high they'd received from childbirth, and Touya's embarrassed to admit that he laid in the bed with Hayato and cried into his shoulder for a solid five minutes as they looked at the baby.

Tears are prickling at the edge of his vision again -- it's from a lot of things. He's happy, yeah, but he's worried and scared and anxious and guilty all at the same time. Fuyumi was really the only one who knew the truth; she'd told his mother (because Touya was too much of a pussy to do it on his own), but no one from either of their families actually knows that his son is finally *here.* He pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it and scrolls through his contacts to find his sister's number, hovers his finger over the green call button -- and then Touya's crying again, because for some reason he's *terrified* to tell her, feels like this is the ultimate fucked up thing he's done to his family -- "hey, uh, how you doing? by the way, you're an aunt-uncle-grandparent," and he hesitates for a while before he sighs hard through his nose, clicks 'call' and waits for her to pick up.

It only takes a few rings; his sister sounds bleary, and he feels bad for a second, because it's a Thursday now and she definitely has to teach in about four hours. "Hello... ?" she says, clumsily, into the phone and Touya can practically feel her reaching for her glasses on the bedside table.

"Hey," Touya says softly, and then he feels his eyes start to get wet, not just wet but soaked, and on the other end of the line, Fuyumi's voice goes gentle, and she quietly asks "Touya... ? Is everything oka -- "

"*Yes,*" he chokes out, and for the first minute on the phone, all he can do is blubber and sniffle through his words, keeps doing it until Fuyumi raises her voice at him.

"Touya! Touya. Calm down. I can't even understand you. What's wro -- "

"He had the baby!" Touya hisses, but it's mostly out of an attempt to stay quiet, and he wants to jump up and down like a little kid on Christmas. "He had the baby, it's a boy, Fuyumi, and he is absolutely fucking *amazing -- "*

Fuyumi quietly squeals from excitement; they're both kids again for a second, Touya matching her high pitched sounds for a bit (not like he would *ever* fucking admit to it, but this is his twin sister), before he calms down, folds one of his hands under the arm that's holding the phone, just so he isn't standing there ranting and raving like a lunatic.

"Was it okay? Did he get an epidural? I hope Hayato's okay, birth is rough... how much did he weigh? What's he look like?" and there's a million other questions, but those are the ones Touya chooses to focus on.

"Yes, fuck no, he's okay, six pounds even, looks just like I did," and he starts laughing, because this whole thing is fucking crazy in itself, and he can hardly believe that after this phone call's over, he's going to go back into the room that has his fucking *kid* in it.

"Fuyumi. Listen to me. It was the most powerful thing I have ever seen. In my entire fucking life. More than anything dad ever did, like, I'm serious, it's fucking *insane* -- "

She cuts him off, and now she's laughing, too. "Okay, okay. I get it. Your boyfriend's even more of a superhero to you, and he's an *actual* superhero." Fuyumi yawns, and then she says "so, what about you? How are you, *Dad?"* and Touya's crying into the phone again, only stops because a nurse gives him an odd look as she walks by.

"I... I'm okay? Running off of adrenaline, I guess? My hands won't stop shaking." Touya is suddenly all too aware of that again. "But, um, I saw his head coming out? I'm sorry if that's gross, but it *is* gross, and he had red hair and I started freaking out a little, and then they asked me if I wanted to feel his head -- their heads feel like, practically mushy? It's so fucking weird -- and then his head came out and it got really real really fucking fast and the doctor was like "oh, do you wanna catch him?" and I just kinda looked at Hayato and he looked like he wanted to die, but I got in front and he just -- he came out so fucking *fast,* and I'm standing there like uhhhh, what the fuck do I do now, and I just kinda looked at Hayato again like "okay... " and Hayato got hit with the, the um, I don't know, instincts? And he was like give him to me, now, and I was like okay here because he started freaking me out, and then I cut the cord like two minutes later and before *that* we both started crying -- "

"Okay, okay!" Fuyumi's laughing full out now, and she pauses, clears her throat. "One other question. What did Hayato say when you told him the baby had red hair?"

"Oh, he told me to shut the fuck up. Immediately. A nurse laughed."

Fuyumi ugly laughs at that, and then Touya starts to, too, and they both feel a little crazy and delirious sharing the moment together. She calms down first, and when she speaks again, her voice is soft.

"I'm really happy for you, Touya. I am. I'm glad you called. I honestly didn't think you would."

His chest tightens at that, and Fuyumi snorts. She knows him too well. "... yeah. I know. You're right to think that," and there's a heavy silence that honestly makes him want to hang up.

"Well. I love you, Touya. I love Hayato and Asuka -- Asuka, right? That's his name?" Touya just makes a sound in response, and he can tell she's smiling again. "Well, I love them, too, and please, please call me in the morning when they're both feeling better so I can visit, okay?"

Touya is glad it's his sister he's on the phone with; Hayato probably wouldn't let anyone else in the room, not with the hormones going on right now, but Fuyumi is good with kids, and he likes her a lot, so Touya thinks everything will end up fine.

"Touya? You there?"

"Yeah," he says, shakes his head and repeats himself. "Yeah. We love you all, too."

"Touya?"

"What?"

"Go to bed."

And then he's laughing again, sighs at the end of it (the shaking's stopped; thank god.) "... I will. I'll actually sleep, I promise."

"Good. Get it now, cause you're not gonna get it when he comes hoooo~oommeee," and now he's reminded of why his sister is indeed irritating.

"I *know,* Fuyumi. Love you. Goodnight."

"Love you too," and there's the click from the other end of the phone.

Touya supposes it wasn't that horrible of a conversation after all.

#mpreg #bnha mpreg #dabihawks mpreg #mpreg hawks

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tumblunni · 6 years ago

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also THE BIG AND GREAT REASON WHY ANALOGMAN IS A GOOD VILLAIN

like he’s not even like most of my villain science grandpa faves where i like them cos theyre sympathetic or whatever. he instead falls in the hojo ctaegory of “so fuckin love to hate that it makes the entire game great”. The only reason i dont still have that save file right before the hojo boss fight so i can kick his ass any time as stress relief is cos i moved house and lost that memory card. and the european version of digimon world is bugged out so you cant actually see the final battle so i never got to fight analogman myself but DAMN WATCHING LPS IS JUST AS SATISFYING!!!!

he’s such a good villain for THE DIGIMON SERIES SPECIFICALLY

he’s a similar sort of deconstruction of the premise of the series, same reason why ken and oikawa became my faves. just his deconstruction isnt played for sad value like them, he’s a “dark reflection of the digidestined” in a genuinely bad way that makes his tiny five sentence section of the plot REALLY DAMN INTERESTING

cos this game came out before the anime he’s not so much a deconstruction of shonen hero archetypes or mon genre shows so much as a deconstruction of ACTUAL PLAYERS OF THE DIGIMON TAMAGOTCHI IN REAL LIFE

he’s a fuckin GRIEFER

he’s a griefer as a villain long before comeptitive esports and mmorpgs really took off and gave us words for these things!

he’s an asshole who plays the game in stupid minmaxing ways and exploits cheats and hacks and doesn’t care about having fun, being honorable, having any affection for his digimon or yknow the whole fact that he’s playing against literal kids who dont have access to the same resources he does. “I’m just a better player than you are!” says grown man picking on a five year old with his overpowered premium digimon. “It’s just logically the only true way hardcore players should do it! Its the way the developers intended the game to be played!” he continues, throwing money to buy objectively better stats and exploiting glitches in one specific SSBM controller from the early 2000s. “ITS 100% MY OWN SKILL”

look im sorry but that is totally the BEST and MOST RELEVANT villain for this entire goddamn genre of games as a whole. pokemon kinda has a worse problem with these kinds of people just cos it has a bigger competitive fanbase, but hoooo boy Cyber Sleuth had its fair share of this! the ‘every damn person has the same fuckin team’ syndrome... fuckin unfair speed glitch bullshit...

and honestly its all even funnier and more realistic to have this douchey gamer bro personality attached to a generic 30-50 year old businessman. cos that really is the kind of person who’s the worst at this stuff! they predicted the future so damn well! like its funny HOW ITS FUNNY! how is an old guy in a suit such an unexpected design for a videogame hacker when 90% of these people in real life are mean adults picking on children to act out their frustration from their shitty day job. it always bugs me when tv uses “cliche nerds” to represent Bad Nerds and generically pretty supermodels who dont have any socially awkward traits to represent the good ones. generally your “cringe compilation” long haired overweight teenager with a replica keyblade is the nicest fuckin guy you’ll ever meet, and its some “karen’s racist ex husband” lookin dude who’s causing the actual shit.

...yknow what would have still been a better sequel than Next Order? the story of rematching Analogman told entirely through his ex wife’s facebook conversations about how shitty he is. “yeah billy turned up on my doorstep drunk again. says some kid beat him in a videogame and now he’s half digital or something. i think he’s just tryin to get in my pants”

lesson of the day: sometimes a character can be bad in personality but not a Bad Character, because their badness is a finely crafted arrow of precision aimed directly at your frontal cortex to activate primordial rage. sometimes a man is so fun to punch that it raises the entire game’s script by three levels

RIP analogman you were the best at being the worst

#analogman #i aint never gonna stop lovin u basard

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MAYEM: Fear & Loathing - Pt.7

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“Good.” Gaster smiled back at him and wished that he could help somehow, Papyrus that is. He just had to tell himself that this was good too, helping with the core and all.

The two Pap’s were so different it was crazy to ever think the little one would, maybe, somehow, grow up to be just like his. How could that even happen? Maybe it wouldn’t. It wasn’t like this Gaster had grown up to be completely like him.

He was way too damn nice.

It was a little funny how much the other Gaster denied his niceness, to the point where he fully ignored it existed at all. Ah well. Self-loathing did funny things to a skeleton.

Gaster nodded. “He’s definitely improving. Hopefully when things calm down, it’ll be even better, but he’s much better than he was. I was worried he was starting to backslide when he stopped talking again, so… your Papyrus showed up right in time.”

“Maybe there’s a reason for everything.” Gaster said as he pulled out his notepad and flipped to the page with his suggestions on it. “But that would mean there’s a thing such as fate, and I don’t believe in that nonsense.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Gaster said, heaving out a sigh of relief, “I was worried you were about to start talking about destinies and shit.”

“Fuck that shit.” Gaster cursed, frowning but not looking angry at his twin. Perhaps he was recalling something in his past that made him a little bitter about the whole idea.

“You met someone who was really hardcore about that, huh?” he asked, figuring venting might help.

Gaster opened and closed his mouth a few times. He paused and actually looked around for a moment, as though he expected someone to leap out right from time and space to give him a slap.

“Yeah, actually. Their name was Seer. Or that’s what we called them.”

“‘Them’ as in a group, or one extremely annoying individual?” Gaster asked, listening interestedly.

“One extremely annoying individual. I think. Maybe there’s more of them. I don’t know.” Gaster flung his hands up, as if thinking about it was enough to drive him insane. “They worked as our river person after the war but… ugh.” He shoved his notepad back into himself much more forcefully than he intended.

“During the war they worked was, obviously, the seer for the king. They would predict the outcome of battles and all that nonsense but it was always just vague enough that you couldn’t really tell whether or not they were actually seeing the future or fate or whatever the fuck.” He flung his hands up and began to gesture along with his speech.

“Drove me fucking insane. They hung on their every word. I mean, I do owe them a lot, but… fuck.”

Gaster winced a bit, watching the notepad disappear. He decided not to comment on the ‘owing them a lot’ part, since knowing you owed a lot to someone who you didn’t trust or even like was… never the most fun thing to talk about. But still. “Wow. That, um. Yeah, that sounds awful to listen to all the time.”

“I had to travel with them at one point. Longest weeks of my life.” He sighed, recalling the memory. “They’re… a nice monster, but… jeeze. Everything they do goes against what I believe in.”

There was a pause.

“Somehow they keep finding me too, which is strange. It’s gotta be some sort of magic. That’s the only way I can explain it. A magic very specific to that particular monster. Whatever that monster happens to be.”

“You never saw a monster quite like them?” Gaster asked, curious about that remark in particular.

“I… yeah…” Gaster went deep into thought, a finger tapping his chin. “Sort of like an elemental but… I don’t think they were. It was very disorienting to look at. Like their appearance constantly changed every time you looked away.”

“Maybe cloaking magic? But I’ve never heard of that before.”

Gaster blinked at the description. “That’s… odd, definitely. ...are shapeshifters real in your world, I guess?”

“I’ve certainly never heard of them. Are they here?” He asked, looking up at his double.

Gaster shook his head. “They’re children’s stories. Monsters that can change their shape at will, to… basically anything.”

“That would make the most sense, but…” Gaster just shrugged, “I’ve honestly never heard of it and never met a monster with the same ability. Seer was… very strange.”

“... Which says a lot coming from me, I think.” He chuckled.

After a moment, Gaster grinned. “Maybe you had an early dimensional traveler on your hands.”

Gaster’s eye sockets widened, then narrowed. “Oh that bastard. If they were I will be so pissed.”

Gaster laughed. “Maybe you’ll find out on your trip? Maybe you’ll run into a younger version of them or something. Then you can interrogate them by pretending you know their future. It’ll be fun for the whole family. Fake-out the mystic.”

The doctor’s grin widened at the thought, then fell again as he looked to his counterpart. “Do any of your river people say ‘tra-la-la’ before every other sentence?”

Gaster looked blankly at his counterpart. “....do riverpeople talk?”

He stared at his double for a long while before mumbling ‘shit’ under his breath. “There goes that idea I guess. I was hoping they would be here somehow.”

“Sorry,” Gaster said, “have you asked around in other dimensions about the riverpeople?”

“Nah. I didn’t think of it until you said something. I will next time we jump and I find one.” Gaster shrugged, “Knowing Seer they’ll give me some vague hint or say nothing at all.”

--*****

Gaster nodded. “Still, it’s as good a plan as any.”

He sighed and looked at the ceiling, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

Gaster looked up at the clock at the wall, checking the time. “...it’s getting towards the end of my shift. Want to cut out early and head back to see the boys?”

“Yeah, might as well. I feel we got a lot done today, despite how much time we spent being idiots.” He grinned at his double. “I’ll let you get a headstart. I don’t wanna walk into the apartment before you get there.”

“You mean we spent time not being idiots?” he asked, grinning back. “All right. I’ll meet you there.”

He took a moment to finish backing up before heading out, making sure his double was out of the line of sight of the door before he went.

He jumped a bit when he opened the door and realized there was another monster standing outside it.

They were a waterfall monster, clearly; a sort of fishman with a forked tongue and bright blue skin.

“Hey there, Wingdingss,” they said. “Who you talkin’ to in there?”

“Myself,” Gaster said, face impassive. He pushed by the fish monster, shouldering his way into the hall and locking the door closed behind himself. “Sorry if I bothered you.”

“Ssssee, I thought that at first, but then I remembered you talk to yoursself with your handss,” the fish monster said, following along behind Gaster as he tried to walk down the hall. “And it actually ssounded like a conversation. Sso…. just out of friendly curiosssity I thought I’d ask.”

“I think you’ve imagined things.”

He watched his double stop at the door and instantly tense up, or tensed as much as goo could. His flesh rippled and he bit back the itch of magic at his fingertips, recalling what his twin had said about there being… disagreements in the lab.

Gaster didn’t move until the door was fully closed, quickly forming a pointed bone in his hand and silently walking to stand behind the door as he listened in on the conversation. He moved along the side of the room as the conversation moved, his other hand waving to open up a prompt and keep as much of an eye on what was happening as he could through the wall.

“Sso rude,” the fish monster said, laughing a bit. They seemed fairly carefree as they spoke, but Gaster still didn’t let his guard down, doing his best to appear calm as the other walked behind him. He fought the overwhelming urge to protect his back. “Are you ssure you’re not hiding a third exxperiment in there? Needed one more sspecimen to add to your collection?”

It took all he had to not summon a bone and skewer the fish right there in the hallway.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t afford to be the bad guy here.

Sans and Papyrus couldn’t afford for him to be the bad guy.

So he laughed instead. A dead sort of chuckle compared to his real one, but convincing enough. “That’s a nice thought. But no. I think I have enough. Thank you. I should be leaving, now, my shift’s ended. You know how upset they get when we don’t go sleep when we’re supposed to.”

The fish made a face, and Gaster kept walking, trying to outpace them.

Hohohohohoooo boy. Gaster felt his arm shake, the grip on his weapon tightening. This bastard. This bastard.

His eyes went blank as they walked further than the room went and he stopped, standing in the corner and letting his eyes watch his window. He could see the distance each of them was, which hopefully was enough.

Hopefully the fish would have enough sense to let him be.

The fish apparently didn’t like being deflected like that. He stopped following Gaster as closely, but still called out after him, “Whatever you’re doing with thossse weaponsss, you may’ve fooled Asssgore, but we won’t let you get away witth it!”

Gaster waved behind himself, calling, “Yeah, have a good day!” before rounding the corner and breaking into a much quicker walk, reaching the elevator and getting up to the top level and outside the lab as quickly as he could.

Gaster could feel his body start to boil with rage. Figuratively at least.

The window vanished with a wave of his hand and he just… stood there. A part of him, a very large part of him wanted that fish to come back and try to unlock the door.

Come on in.

See what’s inside.

You know you want to.

You know you want this fucking B O͞ ͘N̷ E͢ ͘ ̨S͢ H O V̵ ̸E D ͏ ̡T ̕H R̀ ́O ̡U G H ̡Y͜ ̀O ҉U͏ R̢ ̕Ȩ Y̧ E̢ ̸B A̴ L͟ ̨L.͜

He would probably be even later than he intended getting back to the apartment and he would probably wait an unreasonably long time inside the room, hoping one of those pieces of shit that called themselves a monster would try to come inside and see what exactly his double had been talking to.

The doorknob rattled.

The fish monster had come back.

He muttered under his breath, ‘fucking ssskeleton and hiss lockss,’ twisting the knob one more time.

Gaster stood on the opposite side of the door, behind where it would swing open. He held breath he no longer needed and quickly diffused his magic and forced himself to let go of his form as much as he could.

He didn’t want to look like his double. He didn’t want to get him into more trouble than he probably already would.

But he was going to scare this little asshole straight if he could.

After a third rattle, the door lock still held, and the fish monster sighed loudly on the other side.

They punched the door--or, it sounded like they did. But the door didn’t budge, and not enough force had been applied for it to. With all the scrutiny going through the lab at the moment, it’d take an idiot to break down the most high profile scientist’s door, much less mess with whatever it was he was experimenting on.

Maybe they’d find an idiot willing to take the fall?

Not in the lab, though.

Unfortunately.

Making another disgusted sound, the fish monster turned and headed towards the break room, burbling angrily.

That skeleton stole his chance to see the stars. To know the ocean.

Fuck it. It wasn’t like whoever was locked in that room was going anywhere anytime soon.

Gaster waited. He waited even after the monster had gone. He waited, holding himself perfectly still, than any sane person would.

Then, suddenly, he relaxed a little. The anger started to die down. He looked down at himself.

… He really was a freak, wasn’t he?

A horrible, murderous freak.

The doctor sighed and pulled himself together again, this time easier than all the previous times now that he wasn’t drained of energy. He slumped against the wall and sat down.

That had been stupid. He was so stupid.

Gaster pressed the palms of his hands to his skull right above his eyes. If he had gone through with that his doppelganger would have had to deal with so much more shit and it would have all been his fault. He was no good at this. He didn’t know delegation or how to delicately tiptoe around something so sensitive a subject as this.

But his double did. He was doing exactly what he needed to do.

Gaster groaned at himself and pulled his legs to his chest, hugging them.

He needed to calm down before teleporting back home.

It was a while later that a voice buzzed through the room.

Coming from one of those communication devices he’d handed out was the other Gaster’s voice.

“....hey. Are you coming back?”

His double sounded tired, concerned, but otherwise fine.

Gaster flinched at the sudden voice and reached up to press the button through his head.

“Yeah.”

There was an awkward pause before he repeated himself. “Yeah. Just… wanted to calm down a little beforehand. I’m coming.”

He inhaled sharply and stood up.

“Are things okay?” his double didn’t sound soothed at the promise at all. “The others can’t hear right now. I’m in the hallway.”

Gaster glanced at the door he stood beside before walking away from it and speaking quieter. “That monster came back to the door and tried to open it. I was just… being dumb.”

He hoped that was enough for his double to infer that he wanted to kill the guy, or at least scare the shit ouf of him.

There was a sharp intake of breath over the receiver. His double also spoke more quietly. “...Gaster… what did you do?”

He’d definitely inferred it well enough.

He just needed to know if his double had actually gone through with it.

“... Nothing. I didn’t do anything.” He said, his voice sounding ashamed of himself.

“I’m sorry.”

Even though he hadn’t actually done anything he still felt compelled to apologise for nearly doing something really idiotic.

Gaster let out a breath of relief. “It’s fine. You didn’t do it, so things are fine. And we--we would’ve figured something out if you had.”

Living with Papyrus had greatly increased his capacity to talk about violence and death without sounding condescending rather than comforting.

“But since it didn’t happen, it’s not anything we need to worry about. You’re all right, though? Feeling okay?”

Gaster closed his eyes and pressed a knuckle against his forehead, tapping it there a few times as he listened to his double.

At his question he let out a tiny, bitter laugh. “Okay enough. I’m the opposite of how I felt initially meeting Papyrus, so… things should be alright.”

He made no comment about it being alright for him, but he didn’t find that very important. The kids came first.

“But how are you?” Gaster asked, taking the hint and violently ignoring it. “You sound like shit.”

Gaster’s arm dropped from his head to hang by his side. You could hear the annoyance that was across his face through the receiver. “Thanks.”

He tried to laugh it off, a sort of dry chuckle not unlike the one his double had used out in the hallway. “I feel like a piece of shit.”

He wanted to laugh again and to say that he was a horrible person, but stopped himself.

“Because you wanted to kill them?”

There was a long pause before a very tired, very drained, almost completely different sounding voice came from the other end.

“... Yeah.”

“And did you kill them?”

It was the tone of voice of someone who knew the answer, but was going to make you answer anyway.

There was another pause before a completely different tone came through. “No mom, jeeze!”

Things were getting too tense. Too whiney. Too emotional. He switched to humor just like he always did to try and cloak it all.

“Then good fucking job, Junior!” Gaster said, following along with the humor without ever losing the intensity of his voice. “You’ve been conditioned to kill shit! You fought that conditioning and didn’t kill shit when you had the chance! That’s not something to be upset about, that means you did a good. Excellent job. Now get your goopy ass over here and get a hug from your sons. Because you did something. Remember that talk we had about assholes who believe in fate? Well, you made a conscious decision to say ‘fuck that’ and you did a thing, and that thing was not doing shit. Except making me talk for way too fucking long, my throat is on fire, holy fuck. Has my point gotten across, yet, or do I have to tell you I was tempted to kill the fucker too, but I didn’t, because I’ve conditioned myself my whole life to deal with things like that?”

Through his double’s entire monologue Gaster didn’t say a thing. He waited until he was finished before teleporting right in front of him, hand dropping from the side of his head with a dopey, toothless grin on his face.

“Does this mean we can get nice cream for being good?”

Gaster punched him in his goop shoulder. “Only if you bring enough to share.”

The doctor mouthed a ‘yes’ and did a little fistpump in the air.

Gaster shook his head. “You well enough to go inside?”

“Yeah I’m good.” He smiled, genuinely this time.

Gaster nodded, “Good.”

He opened the door and stepped inside, calling, “Hey, Papyrus! Come give your dad a hug! He’s been dumb about his feelings again.”

Then he stepped inside and started planning out the logistics of buying and transporting enough nice cream for this hell family.

Papyrus looked up from his seat on the couch. “AGAIN!? WHAT NOW?” He set down the tablet he had been messing with.

“Oh god.” Gaster palmed his face as he closed the door behind him.

“Upset about dumb thoughts when he didn’t actually do anything dumb,” Gaster said. “He’s just upset he had them at all. Don’t nag him too much. Also, we’re apparently getting nice cream.”

Papyrus scoffed and stood up, his brother’s head flopping back into the couch. “yay nice cream.” He mumbled, giving a thumbs up from his position still sprawled over it.

“Papy please have mercy.” Gaster mumbled, looking incredibly embarrassed despite being unable to blush. His son had none of it, wrapping his big arms around his father and squeezing him tight.

“YOU’RE A VERY SILLY MAN SOMETIMES.” He said, patting his father on the head as he hugged him.

“I know.”

“YOU’RE NOT A BAD MAN.”

Gaster didn’t reply, which only made Papyrus hug him tighter. “SAY IT WITH ME.”

The doctor mumbled out something under his breath and his son glared. “THAT WAS TERRIBLE.”

This looked like it had happened a couple of times before at least. Perhaps this was why he had been so good at convincing his smaller self that he wasn’t a bad person; he had to do it with his father occasionally as well.

Gaster had to look away and cover his mouth to hide his grin as he watched Papyrus and Gaster.

That Papyrus was really something.

...and so was the other Gaster’s self-loathing.

Gaster’s own Papyrus had been stewing in nerves and sadness ever since they’d met, but a night with Papyrus as physical evidence and a long conversation had given him enough hope to really try for a better, kinder future. The face that this older Papyrus seemed to give the same sort of treatment to his father without the same sort of effect… said a lot.

Or maybe it meant the other Gaster wasn’t as open about his issues as the younger Papyrus was.

Or maybe seeing his supposedly ‘better’ twin didn’t give him the same hope as the Papyru had. Maybe it was an age thing; he felt he could never go back.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything a few gallons of Nice Cream couldn’t help soothe.

He hoped that bunny was going to be okay once Gaster placed the order.

Gaster continued to groan and mumble, Papyrus even going so far as to give him a shake in his arms. “COME ON NOW.”

“holy cow dad just say it.” Sans said, laughing as he watched from the couch.

“FfffI’m not bad! Jesus let me go.” Gaster finally said, his son obliging.

“NICE JOB.” Papyrus pat his father on the head as though he were a child. Maybe he was. An overgrown child thousands of years old who threw temper tantrums.

Gaster was unsure how to look, bridging somewhere between wanting to melt away into the floorboards and screaming.

Gaster snorted, trying hard not to laugh. “All right. Okay. I’m going to get the nice cream. All of you have to behave and not wreck my apartment until I get back. Papyrus is in charge.”

He headed over to the couch and pulled a wadded envelope out from between the cushions before pulling on the only coat he had which wasn’t a labcoat and aiming for the door again.

His double opened his mouth in shock. His SON was in charge over him? The NERVE.

Papyrus started to flex his nonexistent muscles.

Gaster glared at him.

Sans just laughed.

Gaster laughed at the expression on his twin’s face.

He left quickly, hoping to avoid whatever rath might’ve been triggered by that stunt.

Even if Papyrus was definitely the best of any of them to leave in charge of the house.

Things were going to be okay.

While his double was gone, Gaster groaned and moved to flop down onto the couch with Sans. “I can’t believe this. My own son outranks me.”

“IT’S BECAUSE I’M SO GREAT!” Papyrus grinned and then moved to the door to the bedroom he knew the two boys to be resting inside. He gently knocked on the door.

“heya,” Sans’s voice came from inside at the knock, indicating they were both awake and it was probably okay to open the door.

Papyrus opened it slowly and peeked inside, smiling. “YOUR DAD HAS GONE TO GET US NICE CREAM! DO YOU WANT TO COME OUT OR WAIT UNTIL HE’S BACK?”

Gaster winced and made grabbing gestures at Papyrus before signing ‘Not dad! Not dad!’

Oh well.

Sans and Papyrus glanced at each other from where they were tangled on the bed, before Sans glanced back at their elder and said, “...you mean your dad?”

Papyrus probably just misspoke.

Papyrus suddenly looked nervous, eye sockets bouncing between the door and what he could make out his father singing from the corner of his eyes. “ER, NO, I MEANT YOUR… GASTER. IT’S HARD TO KEEP TRACK OF WHO’S WHO! NYEH-HEH-HEH!”

He hated lying so much.

Sans… wasn’t really sure why he felt like Papyrus was lying, even when what he was saying was definitely probably right? Whatever. He let it go. Maybe Papyrus was just awkward sometimes. “okay, cool. let us know when he gets here? i dunno if paps has ever had nice cream before….?”

He glanced over at his brother, who shrugged.

“oh well. still needs more nice cream, either way.”

Papyrus nodded and slowly backed out the door, closing it gently behind him. He then spun around and stared at his father, sweating.

Gaster sighed and shrugged.

Sans and Papyrus remained in their bredroom.

“well that was weird,” Sans said. Papyrus nodded.

About half an hour later, the doorknob glowed indigo and the door swung open.

“All right, now we’re going to test how much nicecream a skeleton can ingest, I guess,” Gaster said, levitating several buckets of nicecream onto the table.

“Holy crap.” Gaster said, watching as the buckets of nice cream were set on the table. “I’m surprised you actually took that joke to heart.” He laughed.

Papyrus stood and walked to the bedroom door again, knocking before peeking inside. “YOUR GASTER IS BACK WITH THE NICE CREAM.”

“Fuck you, jokes are serious business,” Gaster said with an extremely straight face. “And as it is, I’m also going to use the goodwill generated from this to get you all to let me pass out for a while, because I need to go hide my head for a while after these last few days.”

A few minutes later, Sans and Papyrus emerged from their room, ready for a massive amount of sugar.

“Giving kids nice cream and then expecting them to be quiet enough for you to sleep? You’re nuts.” Gaster said, then laughed. “But sure. Go pass out. We can watch the kiddos.”

“That’s what I was banking on,” Gaster said, grinning back. As opposite as they were, the moments when he and his twin really got each other were exceptionally worth it. He got some bowls and plates--the few he had--and began scooping them out.

Honestly, he hadn’t funny believed the joke or taken it seriously at all, until the other Gaster had done a fist pump and for a moment looked genuinely like he’d have liked nice cream.

And, well. Maybe everyone needed a pick-me-up every now and then.

He served a handful of bowls of nice cream and then delegated the elder Papyrus to be in charge of refills.

Papyrus gave a salute and handed a bowl to his brother, then offered one to his father, who looked at it oddly.

“Pap I don’t need to eat.”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO. BUT YOU SHOULD.” He thrust the bowl at his father until he took it. “SANS TOLD ME WE USE TO EAT THIS TOGETHER, RIGHT?”

Gaster smiled a little, “Yeah we did. Thanks Pap.”

While they served icecream, Gaster went to find his own corner to curl up in and relax on. It’d been a long two days.

Meanwhile, mid bite of icecream, the younger Papyrus leaned over and attempted to whisper “DO YOU THINK HE HAS A TV IN HIS GOOP?” to his Sans.

He succeeded more than his elder version would have. Sans just snorted and turned to their caretaker’s twin. “goopster, paps has a question for ya.”

Papyrus made a startled noise and tried to wave his brother off.

“Myeah?” Gaster said as he spooned nice cream into his mouth.

He seemed to be warming up to the name ‘goopster’.

“paps wants to know if you’ve got anything we can watch a movie on,” Sans said, grinning up at his… uncle goopster, he decided. Uncle Goopster.

“Sure.” Gaster said, pulling the tablet out of his chest before getting up and walking over to the table where everyone was sitting. He had been keeping his distance for the little Papyrus’ sake until now.

“I really only have home movies on this thing though. I don’t think you guys have invented the Undernet yet, have you?”

Sans shook his head, eating more icecream. “so we can’t get otehr stuff on it?”

Papyrus didn’t seem nearly as upset this time as the other Gaster approached. He seemed to be getting a bit more used to his presence. Still, showing the home movies to him was probably not the best idea, since they’d either involve the lab or a young Papyrus being happy, and.. even if he didn’t get jealous, it might upset him.

“Not without being connected to the net I’m afraid. I don’t have anything like that on mine. Not a big movie fan. What about you two? You have your phones and stuff on you, right?” Gaster looked to his two boys.

Sans pulled out a cellphone from his pocket and Papyrus stood to go fetch the other tablet they brought with them.

“i’ve got some dumb videos saved.”

“I HAVE A FEW MOVIES I THINK.” Papyrus sat back down and began to tap at the screen. “WHAT KIND OF MOVIES DO YOU LIKE?”

Even if they did end up watching home movies, neither of them would have to worry about having to watch their alternate selves being happy at the same age. Those videos had long since been lost in the other timeline. Perhaps that was why he took so many these days, he didn’t have the old ones to look back to.

“all of them,” Sans said, very seriously. Then, a moment later, he amended, “what sort do you have?”

Papyrus also leaned in, interested and wanting to see a bit more.

Their Gaster was more of a photography person.

“LET’S SEE…” Papyrus said, leaning a bit and angling the screen so the two could better see the movies he had to choose from. Most of them were rather light-hearted children’s movies or action. There were a few comedies and even a horror flick or two on it as well, to which the skeleton frowned and looked over at Gaster. “YOU PUT YOUR SCARY MOVIES ON HERE.”

The doctor just shrugged, “I watch ‘em when you two are asleep and I don’t feel like working.”

“scary movies?” Sans asked, leaning forward and poking at one of the images on the screen.

The cover of ‘Alien’ popped up, which Papyrus quickly swiped away. “OH NO, NO SCARY MOVIES.”

“Yeah I’m not gonna be responsible for giving you two nightmares.” Gaster said as he spooned more nice cream into his mouth.

“we won’t get nightmares,” Sans said, ��probably,” eating another scoop of icecream.

Papyrus, on the other hand, was looking pretty interestedly at one of the children’s movies that had appeared on the screen briefly.

Papyrus gave his little older brother a stare that screamed ‘yeah sure’, but he did manage to catch the glimpse of his twin’s and swiped back a few. “DID YOU SEE ONE YOU LIKED?”

Sans was unintimidated by the stare.

He could definitely handle anything the movies threw at him.

Papyrus nodded, ducking his head a bit and pointing at one of the ones as Papyrus swiped past them. It was brightly colored and appeared to focus on a bushy-tailed animated squirrel.

It looked pretty cute.

“OH, GOOD CHOICE!” Papyrus smiled and tapped a few buttons before the movie began to play. He pushed it around so the two could watch it. They couldn’t see the screen from that angle, but that was alright. All of them knew what was happening by the sounds emitted from it.

Papyrus was enthralled.

The bright colors, cheerful sounds, and easy conversation of the movie were so different from what he was used to, hidden away in the depths of the capital with his two family members, who meant well, but didn’t exactly break into choreographed song-and-dance to talk about their feelings.

He kind of thought the world would be a better place if that happened more often. People singing about their feelings. And also dancing. It would be really cool if everyone danced??

And the sounds were all mixed together well so that he never got overwhelmed with them???

Movies were excellent he decided.

Then they came to the part with the owl.

And Sans shrieked and hid behind him.

Papyrus didn’t think it was all that scary, but…. he patted Sans’ skull anyway.

So much for not getting nightmares.

“ride it out, tough guy.” Sans commented with a grin, having already started to help himself to a second serving of nice cream. Papyrus and Gaster had decided one bowl was enough for them.

‘Goopster’ wasn’t looking at them, his head leaned onto his palm as he just listened to the movie.

But he was smiling.

Sans did survive watching the ‘scary’ part of the movie, and was growing very tired by the end. Papyrus had gotten a chance to rest during the day, but Sans had been up for most of it. He was yawning by the end, despite having consumed two bowls of icecream, like his elder.

Papyrus, still taking the role of ‘in-charge’ very seriously, posed the two youngsters a question once the credits began to roll. “I THINK IT’S PROBABLY GETTING LATE. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO BED?”

Sans nodded, yawning, and his Papyrus nodded along as well, ready to take vigil over his older brother until he could also fall asleep.

Papyrus nodded and took the tablet away before standing up and beginning to clean everything. He could use a little nap himself and Sans was always ready to sleep, but their father would probably take a walk around the ruins and mess around with his machine a little during the night rather than do any actual sleeping.

While the elder Papyrus cleaned, Sans slipped back onto his crutches and made his way to the room. He paused halfway there, glancing back over his shoulder?

“papyrus? you coming?”

Papyrus held up a finger that meant ‘one moment,’ and turned back to watching his double. A moment later, he got up and began helping clean up.

The taller skeleton flashed his double a smile, eager to let him help clean up and giving him small, easy tasks as he went about putting everything in the sink and washing it up, then handing it to be dried over to his small double.

It wouldn’t take long to tidy things at all.

Papyrus began to smile a bit as his elder gave him tasks to complete.

He. He was being useful and doing a good thing without anything bad happening to anyone else.

He could get used to cleaning.

Between the two of them, the kitchen was soon back to its usual state of relative cleanliness, and he felt a bit proud of his hand in it.

He gave his elder a smile before running back to his brother and heading in to bed.

Papyrus watched his smaller self go before settling down on the air mattress beside his brother, taking his tablet and poking away at it to try and get himself in the mindset to take a nap. Despite using magic today it didn’t seem to affect him at all.

Gaster lingered for a bit before signing ‘going for a walk’ to his sons and teleporting out to do just that.

Gaster had long passed out in his corner, fairly content and certain that the kids were safe with their doubles; it gave him some much needed time for relaxation that he hadn’t had for a long time.

Sans and Papyrus climbed into bed together, snuggling up and relaxing; they both fell asleep much more quickly than expected.

All things considered, it had been a good two days.

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