#kinda rushed but I wanna draw em more

[tac-bat]

I love you venture overwatch

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

“You’re gorgeous.”

Lips brush softly against Billy’s temple. Fingers card into his hair at the base of his scalp, holding him like he’s something precious.

Billy scrunches his nose.

“Knock it off,” he scoffs.

When he bats his hand around, shrugging away from the touch, his wrist is snatched with a gentle grip.

“So fussy over nothing,” Eddie muses. He smooths his thumb from side to side against Billy’s inner wrist, leaning forward and planting another kiss on the bridge of his nose. “Why do you always get so grumpy when I compliment you, hm?”

Now, Billy’s brows draw together. Eddie kisses the crease, snorting into Billy’s palm when his free hand flies up to shove at his face.

“‘Cause it’s gay.”

“Well, I have some news you’re not gonna like.”

The brunet’s voice is muffled. He wiggles his eyebrows from between Billy’s fingers, and Billy only retracts his hand when lips press against his palm.

He makes a show of wiping his hand against the front of his shirt, and Eddie snickers.

“I don’t like it, okay?”

“Don’t like kisses? Blondie, I’m wounded.” Eddie closes the short distance between them, crowding Billy against the headboard. “You sure seemed to like ‘em a minute ago when I was—“

“Shh, stop,” Billy interrupts.

He can feel his skin grow hot when Eddie cracks a face-splitting grin, so close he can almost taste it.

In the back of his mind, on loop, is the sound of the headboard thunking against the wall over and over. The box springs creaking. Those damn fucking handcuffs rattling around his wrists.

As if sensing how deep his embarrassment runs, Eddie reaches up to tuck a curl behind Billy’s ear.

Just enough softness to cut the edge. Always.

“C’mon, you know how pretty you are, how can you expect me to not wanna smooch all over your face?”

“I said knock it off,” Billy warns.

Eddie stays close. Lingering well within the short reach of Billy’s personal bubble, but his expression dulls ever so slightly. Like a switch being flicked off, the light behind his eyes vanishing.

It has Billy holding his breath.

“Do you think we’re doing something wrong?”

The brunet’s voice is lower than before. Quieter. Billy opens his mouth and closes it again, looking for the answers in the other’s expression.

When he doesn’t provide a response, Eddie huffs amusedly and tilts his head to the side. Releases Billy’s wrist in favor of interlacing their fingers.

“Just ‘cause you don’t want love to come your way doesn’t mean it won’t, y’know.” He leans back against his free hand, giving Billy adequate space to breathe, and chews his lip in brief thought. “Don’t have to be naked to be loved, either.”

For a long beat, Billy just stares. He almost wants to run to Munson’s bathroom and look in the mirror, just to check and make sure his thoughts aren’t written all over his face for Eddie to read aloud. It’s a silly urge, all things considered.

He’s sitting in a trailer that he spends more time in than his own bedroom, wearing a stupid t-shirt and boxers that aren’t his, surrounded by pillows that he forced Eddie to buy because one pillow just wasn’t up to code.

The devil is in the details, and suddenly the air feels thin.

Even with the small space between them, Billy is still boxed in with no feasible way out. He furrows his brows and clenches his jaw.

“You don’t love me,” Billy spits.

Then Eddie laughs and it brings his blood to a simmer.

“I kinda do, though,” he lilts. “I get this happy little rush whenever I see you, I think about buying you cassettes and other shit with my negative account balance, and I quit lookin’ at nudie mags a little while back. If you’re mopping up what I’m drippin’.”

He fucking winks and Billy’s sure his face is redder than a tomato right now.

“What do you look at?” he hears himself ask.

His voice sounds far away over the thundering in his ears. Eddie snickers and leans over towards the edge of the bed, pulling the top drawer of his nightstand open and routing around.

How he keeps track of anything in this room is beyond Billy. Still, he manages to produce exactly what he’s looking for; a Polaroid.

Eddie sits back up, looking over the picture fondly for a moment before he hands it over. Billy accepts it with shaky hands.

The camera has made it into a few of their sessions before. For later, Eddie always says, and then snaps the most diabolical picture any lens has ever seen. The pervert probably has a whole shoebox full of them by now.

Not that Billy would ever ask to see.

He’s expecting something filthy when he turns it over in his hand. A shot of cum all over his face, or his mouth full of cock with a fist in his hair, shoving him deeper. The last thing he needs to see right now.

Instead, it’s an image of him smiling. Fully clothed. Eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners.

He looks genuinely happy, and he can’t even recall when the picture was taken. All he can deduce from the background is that he’s in Eddie’s room.

Go figure.

“We were smoking,” Eddie says, leaning closer to tip the picture down so he can peak at it once more. “One of those first times, before we ever did anything, and you were so giggly. Laughed at damn near everything I said, and I knew I wanted to remember that sound and how pretty you looked when you smiled all big like that.”

“Wanted to remember?”

“Mhm, you immediately smacked the camera out of my hand and yelled at me,” Eddie snickers. “Wasn’t sure I’d get another opportunity.”

He sighs fondly, like that’s endearing to him, and Billy presses his lips into a line.

“You jerk off to this?”

“Well, when you say it like that—“ Eddie pauses. Dawns a bit of a blush and shrugs one of his shoulders, still peaking at the picture. “You look relaxed. Totally at ease and happy, and it just gets me excited, I guess.”

Billy nods.

“How many times have you whacked to it?”

Eddie clears his throat and averts his eyes, sitting up straight reaching to toy with a lock of his hair.

“Like, uh, I dunno. A lot?”

“What’s a lot?”

Briefly, Eddie’s eyes flit back to Billy’s, and he looks away again. Tugs his hair in front of his face to hide his rapidly reddening complexion.

“Maybe something like 20-ish?”

Billy’s brows shoot upward.

“20 times?”

“Just counting the times I’ve used it exclusively.”

“Christ.” Billy shakes his head, spreading the faintest hint of a smile. “No wonder you keep saying you like me so much, you fuckin’ Pavloved yourself.”

“No, I felt that way the first time!”

Billy laughs, and he doesn’t miss the way that Eddie stares at him through half-lidded eyes. Like he just did something sexy with the intention of getting a rise out of the brunet.

It makes everything too real.

The air between them is suddenly hot again like it was mere minutes ago. Billy swallows thickly.

“That’s really your ultimate fantasy? Making me happy?” he asks. Glances back down at the picture. “More vanilla than I would’ve guessed.”

“Oh, you saying I can’t fuck you nasty and make you happy at the same time? That’s a challenge I’m willing to accept.”

Eddie crawls closer again. Dips down to nudge his face into Billy’s chest like a cat, pressing kisses against the worn fabric of his shirt.

When a hand brushes up his side, Billy goes rigid. Takes a few calming breaths and fights the urge to squirm away when Eddie kisses at his collarbone. He warily pushes his fingers through the brunet’s hair instead, cradling the base of his scalp.

Because maybe he’s something precious, too.

“You’re weird, Munson.”

Eddie chuckles, nosing fondly at his neck.

“You’re gorgeous, Hargrove.”

[companionwolf]

Fill #1 for Ageretober

Prompt: 1. pumpkins

Fandom: XCOM 2

Verse: General

TWs/CWs: N/A

It's autumn, again.

But it's the first autumn with Commander back, so it's special. At least Central thinks so. In any case, the chill in the air doesn't bite like it used to, and he finds himself appreciating smaller things -- the changing colors of the leaves, the darkening of the world at the edges, phantom taste of spice and sweetness.

And he guesses his CO's insistence on proper Halloween celebrations helps too. A little bit. A lot a bit. He'd never admit it, of course, but...

Central shakes himself.

They're visiting a haven today, the Commander rushing ahead to anyone they can, excitedly asking if they have pumpkins, offering books they'd brought in exchange. Their voice is muffled behind the scarf around their neck and over their lower face, and they're dwarfed in the field jacket Central gave them.

He makes his way through the haven leisurely, one eye on his CO, but otherwise taking in the amenities of the place. They've got a radio tower, a makeshift bar, a well. Not as well off as Alpha Seven, but certainly not lacking.

Ahead of him, the Commander races into a well tended garden, spinning on their heels to yell about pumpkins again, but this time the childish shouting is directed at him.

The haven member who's lead them there gives Central a questioning look as he approaches. He shrugs at them; they give one last glance at the Commander before walking away, the books laden in their arms.

His CO has a decent amount of quirks, and this is one of them. He doesn't really get it, the regression thing, except that for them it's one part voluntary one part not, and that for whatever reason, they trust him with it the most.

The Commander is crouched amongst the leaves now, studying the pumpkins. They're not very big, not like the ones you'd find in grocery stores back before the invasion, but the size doesn't seem to matter much.

As Central makes his way over to them, they've gathered a couple into their arms, brow furrowed in thought as they pursue a third.

"Find anything you like?" Central asks.

The Commander looks up at him, nods furiously.

He finds himself smiling. "Good," he says. "What're you gonna do with 'em? Kinda small for--"

"Little Jack-o-latern...yeah," mumbles the Commander. They nod again. "Wanna carve."

"You're a bit too little for that," he says.

"Am not!" They're standing up now, pressing a few of the pumpkins into Central's arms. They pout at him. "I'mma a big kid."

"Even big kids have to be careful," Central says.

The Commander eyes him, and he's aware of how their gaze lingers on the scar that crosses his cheek. "Like Kelly," they say. "Like you." With a free hand they clumsily mime swishing a sword.

"Exactly," he says. "C'mon, let's go find somewhere to sit with these... assuming you want to carve them now?" Enthusiastic nodding meets his words.

With their free hand the Commander finds one of his, and the pair make their way through the haven, hand holding as discreetly as they can.

Central eventually finds a decent spot on the outskirts of the settlement, and sets down the pumpkin he carries onto the short dry glass; the Commander follows suit with theirs. The two of them sit across from each other, pumpkins in the middle.

"Okay," Central says, "what's your plan?"

The Commander studies the largest of their pumpkins for a moment. "Not a alien," they announce finally. "Don't like 'em anymore."

Central can't help a little laugh. "Make that two of us," he says. "What about, I dunno... werewolf?"

They shake their head. Silence for a few seconds more. Then: "Kitty cat."

"Sure," says Central.

He pulls a old map from a pocket alongside a pencil, flips the map over so it's on the bank side and offers it to them. "Draw your idea first."

The Commander holds the paper against the side of the largest pumpkin and draws, tounge sticking out a little as they work. They glance up from their drawing at him. "You make one too?"

Central shrugs. "Bit old for that," he says.

The Commander frowns. "Great Commandy One says do it anyway," they reply, turning their attention back to the paper.

Central rolls his eyes at them as he stares at the second largest pumpkin in thought. "Not much of an artist," he says, "but I'll try, since you asked so nicely."

When they're done, the Commander shows him their drawing -- it's a fairly simple cat face, he's pretty sure if he helps they'll be able to carve it just fine. He nods at them. "Good work."

They hand him the paper and pencil. "You now."

He glances from the paper to the pumpkin and back. "Here, how about this?" He sketches quicker, more refined-- it's also cat themed, but his is a silhouette arched in a fearful pose.

The Commander ponders it. "Scaredy cat."

"Mm hmm."

"Why is it scared?"

Central pauses. "Saw something, probably," he says finally. He doesn't say that there is a lot to be scared of. He doesn't say that he is scared.

The Commander accepts this answer. They make grabby hands at the knife strapped to his shoulder. He shakes his head at them, waves them off as he unsheathes it. "Easy," he says, "don't get in the way or you'll get hurt."

"Wanna do it myself," they complain.

"No, not today," he says, but lets them put their hands over his as he cuts into the pumpkin. Together they work to hollow it out and then carefully carve out the design the Commander made; eventually the latter gets distracted by the excess pieces, playing with them idly as Central puts finishing touches on it.

"Can I eat this?" they ask, holding up a chunk.

Central snorts. "You can do whatever you want," he says as he shifts gears and pulls his own pumpkin closer. "I wouldn't recommend it, though."

The Commander watches him as he prepares his pumpkin, oddly quiet. Central looks up from his work. "Something the matter, Commander?"

The don't answer for a minute. Then: "I'm sad, Central." They're fiddling with the ends of their scarf now.

He frowns at them. "You're sad?" he asks. "Mind telling me why? Or do you know?"

They shrug. "Big sad...dunno why. I'm having fun. So why am I sad?" Their voice wobbles a little.

Central hesitates for a second. "Sometimes we just feel things and we don't know why," he says slowly. "Even big kids. Even adults. We don't have to know what it means all the time. Sometimes we just need to feel it, whatever it is."

The Commander picks at the short dry grass, doesn't look at him. "You heard that from the smart lady," they say.

Central nods at that-- smart lady is a understatment, he thinks. There's a therapist now, on the Avenger. Together the pair of them found someone, someone who'd be willing to field the woes of the crew and senior staff. She's good at her job to boot.

"Yeah, you got me," he says. "Helen told me that. She's right, too. She usually is."

The Commander murmurs agreement, but still don't meet his gaze. "I wish..." They trail. Their voice is choked. "I wish things were different."

Central swallows around the sudden tightness in his throat. "I know, kiddo," he says. "Me too." He takes a deep breath, holds the pumpkin out and away at arms length. "What do you think? Good enough?"

They nod at it, at him. "Kitty," they say.

Central cleans the knkife with the end of his shirt snd sheathes it before gathering up the pumpkins. He helps the Commander to their feet.

In the distance, the Avenger blots out the sky.

"Wanna show off the pumpkins..." the Commander mumbles from where they walk beside him as he begins toward the ship.

"We'll put 'em in the bar," Central says. "Okay?"

A nod.

"Good," he says. "Let's go home then."

(And he can't help it-- for one brief heartbeat, Central pretends he's leading the way back to the house he's building, that the pumpkins will sit on the front porch. That they are finally safe.)

[moonflower80]

Underforest-chapter 7

I walked into the town. It was sunny, and no rain appeared. A slight breeze flew by, and I saw people walking around, saying hi to Sans. “Hi Sans! Huh! Found a lil monster?” said a bunny lady. “yup. found em walking around, all scared an stuff. well, you’re ok now, eh, kid?” I nodded. I pointed to the shop near the inn. Sans walked me over there. It was warm inside, and another nice bunny lady looked at me. She was sewing some clothes that another small bunny nearby was fidgeting about. “Mom! I want the clothes to show my friends!”

“Im hurrying dear.”

“Oh! Hello Sans, how can I help?”

“hey, ms bun. how are ya?”

“Oh, I'm alright, sans. Did you find any beetroot?” Sans nodded, smile growing wider. “yup, a whole garden's worth and more, all hidden behind a pile of rocks.” He handed some beetroot to Ms Bun. Ms Bun gave him some money, then looked at me. “Oh! Hello!” she greeted me brightly “Sans, was this child lost in the woods?” Sans nodded “yup.”

“Don’t worry child, we’ll keep you safe! Just don’t go in the forest, alright?” I nodded. “Now, Sans, wanna buy something?” Sans shook his head, then pointed to me “the kid does. they got a lotta money.” I bought some food, and an umbrella. Just as I was going to buy all my new stuff, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A small doll decorated with leaves and flowers sat on a high shelf. I pointed to it. “Hmm? Oh! That old doll.” She handed it to me. “This was an old, old doll. I heard that the king’s children owned it. Heh. You can have it. You remind me of one o’ them.” She handed it to me. It was made with care, but now some of the seams were falling out, and the stuffing inside was drooping sadly. I could feel an uneasy presence as I placed the doll in my knapsack.

I paid for my stuff, and left with Sans. “well, kid. it’s getting kinda late. head back to the inn, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” I went back to the inn, waved to the innkeeper, and went upstairs. I fell asleep quickly, and dreamed. I saw a child drawing. They had a purple and yellow shirt, and khaki shorts. They turned toward me, and they had my face! They walked towards me, and right before they touched me, I woke up. It was still late. I heard mutterings from outside. Giggles. I peeked the window open a tad. I saw 2 small shapes, sneaking towards the forest. I knew something bad was going to happen, I knew! I quietly changed into some clothes, put on my scarf, and grabbed my backpack.

After some hesitation, I grabbed the doll. It looked like a little goat-person. A lot like Toriel, but with a purple and yellow shirt, and little khaki shorts. Odd…. I rushed outside, tip-toeing after the 2 shapes. The trees seemed to glare at me. The shapes stopped. “W-whos there?!” someone whispered loudly. “Cory, shut up!” the shorter shape said.

“S-sorry Izzy.” I walked closer. “D-don’t come closer! We’ll…” He paused. “Izzy.” Another figure, the girl I heard earlier, spoke up. “Yeah?”

“Where's the long stick?”

“Uhm..I dropped it.”

“WHY?!”

“I thought it was a branch!” I walked next to them. “Uhm..hello.” I said “AAAAA!” the girl, Izzy, screamed “SHH! Keep it down, and I won’t tell.” I told them. They took off their cloaks. The little bunny from the shop, and a dragon. “Ok, what the heck is going on,” I said. “Sorry,” said the bunny. “Um..I’m Cory,”

“I’m Izzy.” said the dragon. “I’m Frisk.” I said. “Nice to meet you, Frisk.” said Cory. “Errr… We haven’t seen you around here.” said Izzy. “Did you come from the forest?” “Yes,” I said. “I…came from the side near the ruins.” Izzy looked relieved “Phew. I thought you were one of those spooky monsters.” she said. “What monsters?” I asked. “Monsters that wrap you up and steal your lifeforce! Then, they disguise themselves as you.”

“Spooky!” I shivered. “BUT…Theres always something different about them. A different tail, a freckle, a cut where there was none. Heh heh…” said Izzy. “Heh…where's Cory?” We looked around. “Hi guys!” Cory appeared. “Oh, hey Cory! Geez, you scared us.” said Izzy. “Haha! Don’t worry. Come on guys, I saw something cool! A really cool bug.” Cory started to run ahead, then stopped. “Guys?” Izzy had stopped. “Cory doesn’t like bugs.” Her eyes lit up, she opened her mouth and fire blasted at Cory. Cory dodged, faster than lightning. ‘Cory’ dashed at us, eyes red and arms out. This was the monster Izzy had been talking about. Blue, jagged rocks shot at us. Izzy stood still. I went to protect her.

“Don’t!” The rock passed through her. Then she went back to blasting fire. “Blue means stand still! Orange means move!” She moved around, spraying fire at the monster. A bunch of blue rocks circled her, and she was hit. “No!” I ran towards her, but was hit with one of the sharp rocks. The monster, now in its true form, a tree-like golem, stood over us, arms ready to pound us into dust. I cowered. Suddenly, it glowed blue, and it was slammed into the ground. “hey kid. tell me about this later. for now, get the other kid and RUN.” I hesitated. “NOW, CHILD.” he yelled at a volume that was so much louder than his normal, quiet tone.

Me and Izzy ran back to the hotel and waited. About an hour later, Sans came in, carrying a small pouch. “you two care to explain why you were in the forest at such a late hour, followed by an explanation of why cory is lost now?” Izzy spoke up. “It was my fault, sir! I convinced her to help me calm the spirits of the forest! I'm so sorry!!”

Sans’ expression calmed down, and he gave the dragon a neutral expression. “i understand. if the spirits are this angry… they must feel it too. they must be aware that there is a human within our forest. frisk. come with me. now.” I followed him out the door, and into the forest. He made a small cage filled with bones, probably so no one could get inside. “do you know why the forest is haunted?” I shook my head. His eyes darkened, as he began to tell a story.

“Long ago, a human fell down here. Their name has been forgotten to the sands of time, but they were known to be a kind child. They helped the residents of this forest, they never harmed or raised their voice at another monster. They were kind. They were bent on helping us escape.

One day, a group of fire elementals attacked her. They tortured her. They almost killed her. Luckily, they were stopped. I stopped them before they could kill her. But… she was beyond my help. She believed that everyone was evil.

She snapped.

She killed many people and animals in both Raindin and Sundin, and left many more wounded. Finally, she found me and my brother. She threatened him. She threw her knife… but I caught it, and threw it right back into her heart. She died, and our town was safe. But the people who died… their souls were unable to rest. I don’t know, but me and my father have been trying to see if the spirits are haunting the forest, since we buried their remains there, long before it ever started raining there. That only started happening 10 years ago, maybe a few years after the incident.”His eyes darkened, as if he was remembering something awful. “What happened to your father?” I asked him. “he’s gone. the forest took him.” He was silent. I don’t know why, but I ran through the bones and into the forest, with Sans in tow. I was gonna calm the spirits of the forest.

[skyartworkzzz]

WE REACHED 1000 FOLLOWERS!! LES GO BOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Ive been wanting to do more Frans content but am still working on it so have this lil doodle as a thank u for yalls support qwq rlly means a lot to me <33 AAAAAND 1000 ART RAFFLE MIGHT COME IN SOON I still gotta decide cuz am got some schoolwork to do x’D but it’ll still come! >:’3 Again, thank you all so much for following and supporting me <3 Luvya all

[muffinrecord]

If you have a compulsive NEED to spend but don't want to spend on gacha (which is totally understandable!! Gacha preys in the worst ways, and this is from someone who had a former huge addiction and is still battling it) then might I suggest spending it on more constructive stuff? For me personally I turned to painting, commissions, and TCGs (mainly Pokemon) because TCG gives me the same rush but I can sell the 'bad' pulls. Hope this helps, even a little! (Of course no spending is best.)

I don't want to go into too much detail, but I was kind of not spending money on important things like medications in order to buy gacha pulls, so uh... I think going forward, I'm going to spend my money on things I actually need haha.

Actually, right now I'm trying to funnel my "gotta collect em all” addiction into more personal projects! I've made a huge spreadsheet with around 500+ stars to turn into characters, including southern stars which I kinda neglected in my previous spreadsheets.

I also wanna work more on my own personal art and stuff. I use to draw a lot of my ocs before getting involved in Magia Record, and I wanna get back into it!

For example, above is my oc Nicoe, the Celestial Polaris. I'd like to remake her character sheet (this is pretty old, like three or more years ago) and also make some character sheets for my other ten million ocs (only a slight exaggeration).

I'm not sure if I'll post my personal project stuff online or not though. Not sure if that's something people would actually be interested in looking at-- and also, it's kind of embarrassing and scary to share something so personal online, ya know?

Lastly though, I'd really like to make more liveblogs and stuff for MagiReco! Because the story content and characters are what drew me in the first place haha.

[osakaso5]

Torao Mido RabbiTube Rabbit TV Part 2: A Special Day Of Sincerity

Part 1 | Part 3

Toma Inumaru: I wonder if the others are already here... Whoa!? Tora!?

Torao Mido: What? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Toma Inumaru: No, uh... I just didn't expect to find you here.

Torao Mido: You're the one who said we were gonna get together to watch my RabbiTube.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, but you didn't even reply to my message. I thought you had plans with another one of your girlfriends...

Minami Natsume: Oh, are you discussing Mido-san's lady friends once again?

Haruka Isumi: What, is Torao messing around with that stuff again?

Toma Inumaru: Oh, hey you two.

Torao Mido: ...Believe it or not, there's not a single woman I'm keeping contact with right now.

Haruka, Toma, & Minami: What!?

Minami Natsume: You, of all people...

Toma Inumaru: Did you hit your head or something..?

Haruka Isumi: You've definitely been acting pretty weird lately...

Torao Mido: W-what? It can't be THAT shocking.

Torao Mido: ...I wanna focus on our work, so I cut ties with them.

Torao Mido: Even though that meant being slapped on the face countless times.

Toma Inumaru: They actually hit your face, even though you're an idol!?

Torao Mido: Yeah. Most of 'em didn't realize until afterwards that my face is basically my livelihood.

Haruka Isumi: I still can't believe it....

Minami Natsume: ...Um, the video will premiere in only five minutes. Are you sure we have the time to be chatting?

Toma Inumaru: Oh, crap..!

Haruka Isumi: Hurry up and turn the computer on!

Torao Mido: No need to rush it. My RabbiTube isn't going anywhere.

- - - - 

ŹOOĻ: ........

Toma Inumaru: Pfft... Ahaha..! Crap, every time I think about the senburi tea part, I burst out laughing..!

Haruka Isumi: Hey... cut it out, Toma. I was trying not to laugh, because I didn't wanna be mean..! Pfft...

Minami Natsume: You drank it so heartily. I wonder if the rest of us will end up having to do the same.

Torao Mido: Hey, there was more to the video than that.

Haruka Isumi: More...

Minami Natsume: Such as the part where you mistook egg sushi for a transformation belt?

Toma Inumaru: Ahaha..! S-stop..! My sides..!

Torao Mido: ...Toma.

Toma Inumaru: Ow..! Ow, ow, ow! Quit giving me a noogie..! I'm sorry, okay!

Torao Mido: ...They said we were supposed to act natural.

Torao Mido: So, I didn't think too hard about anything, and the video turned out like that.

Toma Inumaru: ...Oh, okay then...

Haruka Isumi: Hmm. So that's why you were acting more approachable than usual.

Torao Mido: Approachable?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah. ...Like someone I could actually be friends with.

Torao Mido: Friends...

Toma Inumaru: Huh!? But aren't   we all friends already!?

Minami Natsume: ...If you say so, Inumaru-san.

Haruka Isumi: I guess.

Torao Mido: I suppose.

Toma Inumaru: Haha, oh come on! Not that I'm not already used to your antics, though!

Torao Mido: If you insist that we're friends, then I guess we are.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, sure! Let's go with that.

Haruka Isumi: By the way, Torao. Are those guys really that good at cooking..?

Torao Mido: Ah... From the second challenge, you mean.

Minami Natsume: Even your refined palate wasn't able to guess correctly.

Torao Mido: ...Those guys are monsters. Best not to underestimate their skill.

Haruka Isumi: THAT good..!?

Torao Mido: Not only are they idols, but they're also great cooks. It's pretty scary.

Toma Inumaru: ...Maybe we should have some kinda special skills, too...

Minami Natsume: I can play instruments.

Haruka Isumi: I... I can speak English!

Toma Inumaru: Uh, hold on... I... I'm drawing a blank here.

Torao Mido: And I've got my face.

Toma Inumaru: Huh!? Do looks count, too!?

Torao Mido: Of course.

Minami Natsume: Perhaps they do.

Haruka Isumi: Maybe they do.

Toma Inumaru: Ugh... How's that supposed to be fair? Not all of us were born pretty.

Torao Mido: Haha. Guess not.

Toma Inumaru: You seem really accepting of that idea...

Toma Inumaru: ...Oh well, I guess the way you just accept whatever comes your way is a part of your charm, Tora.

Torao Mido: My charm?

Toma Inumaru: That's right. Your natural charm.

Torao Mido: .........

Haruka Isumi: Sounds good to me. That's the sort of confidence that suits all of us.

Minami Natsume: Exactly. Whether it's criticism or praise... We'll accept it head on.

Torao Mido: ...Can we really do that?

Minami Natsume: ...Let's agree that we can.

Haruka Isumi: ........ H-hey! Was that huge cake any good, by the way?

Torao Mido: Ah... It was good enough for me to eat, at least. Though I did split it with the camera crew.

Haruka Isumi: I would've eaten all of it... Do you think they'll let me do that?

Toma Inumaru: Haha! That's so cute, Haru! I don't see why you couldn't eat the whole thing, it's there for you anyway.

Haruka Isumi: Awesome..!

Minami Natsume: We have a cake here as well... Do you think you can eat some, Mido-san?

Torao Mido: .......! Yeah, I think I can. We've got Haruka here to eat the rest if needed.

Haruka Isumi: Hehe!

Torao Mido: What about champagne?

Toma Inumaru: Got it right here!

Torao Mido: Hah... I knew I could count on you guys.

Minami Natsume: .......? What do you mean?

Torao Mido: ...Nothing.

Haruka Isumi: 1, 2, 3!

Haruka, Toma, & Minami: Happy birthday!

Torao Mido: Thanks. ...Looks like we have a long night ahead of us. 

End of Part 2.

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

I have a bunch of 2k3/Rise crossovers in the brain but no time to draw/write them all right now so I’m gonna write out the ideas here and y’all are free to take them if you want em tbh. 2k12 turts not included because I watched like two YouTube compilations of that show and it made me feel like that one meme of a guy standing at his window with a broken expression smoking a cigarette, but feel free to adapt this with them in mind if you wanna. Enjoy <3

What if they had a paintball tournament.

Obviously everyone is paired up in their colors and given the paintballs of that color, and they play in an area full of abandoned buildings (hey 2k3 fans remember the rat king? Yeah that’s where they play). Blue team seems to have the upper hand at first, but Rise Leo keeps being a loud show-off and dragging 2k3 Leo into it (he complains at first, since HEY that’s kinda ruining their stealthiness, but gradually he joins into the teasing and the jokes and the overall teenager behavior, and it’s nice. It’s fun. He rarely gets to act his age and Rise Leo has noticed this and absolutely becomes an enabler for him).

The Mikeys start the fight off covered in warpaint. This doesn’t bode well for them because orange isn’t exactly a subtle color, but hey, their style is loud and quick anyways, they rush anyone they encounter and are gone within seconds, targets unmistakably hit. Inbetween ambushing their brothers, they talk about superheroes of their respective eras, and 2k3 Mikey brags about being the Turtle Titan (and Rise Mikey is already making plans in his head, when he gets home he’s gonna find a cape, he’s gonna make himself an outfit, he’s gonna.. have to find a way to sneak it past Raph, probably, but Leo will LOVE it), and they try to one-up each other’s moves the entire time. You can tell where in the warzone they are by listening for the occasional mischievous cackling.

The Red team. Oh my goodness. I need to put them under a microscope. They need to interact so so so much dude. I think at first they kinda cramp each other’s style because where 2k3 Raph is impulsive and always just a second away from throwing hands, Rise Raph has a more levelheaded approach, and so they don’t do all that well in the tournament at first because 2k3 Raph keeps bitching about how Rise Raph is just like his Leo, and ironically, Rise Raph says just the same thing about him and Rise Leo. Thankfully though, this eventually leads to them realizing that OH, maybe they gotta balance out the best of both. After that, though, they become an unstoppable force. If they get surrounded they simply break through a wall and escape. They keep trying to sacrifice themselves for each other which for sure leads to one of those “avenge me” moments as one of them lays on the ground covered in paint and pretending to die dramatically.

And, of course. The purple team. The scientists, the inventors. It takes Rise Donnie a little over five minutes to turn his paintball gun into a paintball sniper rifle. 2k3 Don, meanwhile, sets up motion sensors along a perimeter they’ve planned out, and they hunker down in a building with no windows and only one entrance. Anyone who would want to get to them would first have to appear in said entrance, making themselves an absolutely un-missable target. While they work, of course they discuss their newest ideas and creations, how could they not! Every few minutes one of them goes “how did you do that” and the other infodumps about their thought process, until they stop paying attention to the game altogether. Thanks to 2k3 Don’s more proper training, though, he does still spot when the orange team tries to sneak in and catch them unaware, but it matters little when from the other side, Rise Raph crashes through the wall, followed by his teammate, momentarily creating clouds of dust that make it hard to see each other. In the ensuing chaos, the Mikeys stand back to back and blindly shoot around in a hope to hit someone, the purple team sneaks away before anyone can notice, and Rise Raph takes several direct shots at the cost of shielding 2k3 Raph, but it’s worth it, because just then - Orange team runs out of ammo. In panic, they try to get away, and it is then that 2k3 Raph emerges from behind his teammate and mercilessly shoots both of them from a point blank range. (This is also where the tragic avenge me scene happens lmao)

So now it’s team Purple and team Blue. It was 2k3 Leo’s idea to wait and watch the other teams eliminate each other, and it was Rise Leo’s idea to sit a safe distance away from the purple team’s hideout with popcorn. They watch as two teams run in and a third team emerges, having to abandon the safety of their hideout, and like shadows they follow, waiting for an opportunity to strike, getting closer and closer, until Leo finally gives the signal and Nardo jumps out with a victorious war cry, shooting both members of the purple team and hitting the marks- or.. mark? The form of Rise Donnie buzzes and flickers, and then the projection vanishes completely as Don, covered in blue paint, turns around and cackles, waving a small monitor on his wrist at the two confused Leos. It dawns on 2k3 Leo first, the realization, but before he can warn his teammate, both of their shells are hit with a SPLAT! and a splash of purple, and a victorious if somewhat unhinged laugh comes from a building nearby, “I can’t believe you fell for that!” Rise Donnie shouts, standing on a rooftop with his paintball sniper rifle. “Once again, my genius leads to an easy victory!”

“Wrong.” Leos and Donatello gasp as a second figure appears on the rooftop, a flash of red, and 2k3 Raph stands there, his paintball gun aimed directly at Donnie. “Sorry, brainiac, but I promised my teammate I’d avenge him.”

Donnie turns around, panicked, and tries to negotiate. “W-wait, Raph, c’mon, maybe we can both win? Let’s be reasonable about this!” he pleads.

But Raph scoffs. “Ha! How dare you assume I could be reasoned with,” he smirks, and pulls the trigger.

Cheers can be heard from where the Mikeys and Rise Raph had come to observe the fight, and 2k3 Raph gets a hearty pat on his back from his teammate that almost shoves him off the roof. He immediately brags to his Michelangelo and gets a handful of paint smeared across his face, but team Red is ultimately declared victorious. They head home immediately after by demand of 2k3 Leo and Rise Donnie as neither of them is coping well with having paint on their skin, and celebrate by running around with a garden hose. It’s a good day, that one.

[errorpeachy]

hewwo peachy !!💞 Hope you are doing well hehe :)) and Christmas is coming up, idk bout u but I’m honestly excited !!😄anyways can I please request prompts #2, #3, #6, #8, #11, #13, #17, #20, #22, and #25 all for killua (he’s aged up btw) for ur Christmas special ??👉🏻👈🏻and it’s okay please take your time on this, I don’t wanna rush you I understand !!😅Also heres a fun fact: I actually write almost all your fan fics you’ve done of killua in my journal so I could keep em as a momento because I like them a lot🥰I enjoy writing as well too tehe :D

My goodness, you’re so sweet! This took super long, so my apologies, but this is the most I’ve ever written for a request! I hope you like it! ~🍑💞

Pairing: Killua x gn! reader

Tags: @crispycrimebrulee @kenmakozumeswifey @juiceboxesheadcanons @mxuzu @gloom-imagines @to-move-on-means-to-grow @dukinaxael @chxcolxtemilk @teel-dinosaur

Prompt(s): #2, “It’s freezing, come cuddle me.”, #3, “I’m wrapping your presents, get out.”, #6, “I’m no genius, but I think we’re supposed to kiss if there’s a mistletoe above us.”, #8, “‘Tis the season, bitch! Gimme kiss!”, #11, “Baby, I love you, but please get down from that ladder. I’ll hang the lights myself.”, #13, “You look so cute curled up in a blanket like that.” #17, “These lights are almost as beautiful as you.”, #20, “Yes I got us matching Christmas sweaters, and yes, we’re wearing them to the party.”, #22, “I got you something you’ll love. Open it.”, and #25, “My favorite gift is you. It’s not cheesy! Shut up!”

cw: none!

You never considered how cold winter could get when you were by yourself. However, now that you were living with your white-haired boyfriend, the cold was more apparent then ever. Usually, you were able to go cuddle him if you got too cold, but he had holed himelf up in your shared bedroom, refusing to come out for a while. You were currently buried in blankets, desperately trying to stay warm as you waited for him.

Getting tired of his absence, you stood up and made your way to the bedroom. You threw the door open without a word, walking over to him as he tried to hide your presents. “Idiot! I’m wrapping your presents, get out!” He shouted at you, before blinking as you simply plopped yourself onto his lap without a word. “It’s freezing. Cuddle me.” You said, leaning against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “What a big baby.” He said, laughing as you frowned at him. “I was just tired of waiting.” You muttered, closing your eyes.

He shoved the wrapping paper aside with one hand, gently rubbing circles into your back. “You look so cute curled up in a blanket like that.” He said softly, laying his head against your own. Snickering, you poked his side. “Shut up, you simp.”

He twitched angrily. “That’s it, get off.”

“No!”

『••✎••』

You threw the door to the house open, startling your boyfriend as you strolled in with his younger sister. Grinning, you tossed your bags onto the couch and leaned over to him. “‘Tis the season, bitch! Now gimme kiss!” You shouted, watching him playfully roll his eyes as he did what you asked. Alluka set her bags on the table, smiling at you two before clearing her throat.

“Y/N-Chan and I bought a bunch of decorations!” She said excitedly, pulling out sets upon sets of lights to decorate the outside of the house. “Onii-Chan, you’ll help us decorate yeah?” She asked, looking over at him with her big blue eyes. He cringed before sighing. “Of course I will.” He said, smiling as she clapped her hands.

You held a finger up, digging around in one of the bags before pulling out two sweaters. They were atrocious, with sparkles and puff-balls all over the front. He cringed, looking at you for an explanation. You grinned. “Yes, I got us matching Christmas sweaters, and yes, we are wearing them to the party.” You said, referencing Gon’s ugly sweater party that was in a few days. He sighed, getting up and taking one from you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He said, flicking your head before setting the sweater on the coffee table and going to help Alluka.

You walked over to the two, unrolling the lights from the huge plastic holder and untangling them along the way. Alluka smiled, opening the door and pulling the pile outside the house. You grabbed a ladder from the storage closet, pulling it outside and standing on it, shouting for Alluka to start handing you clips. The two of you worked as a team while Killua cleaned up the house inside, going around the house and clipping up the lights.

Killua walked out after finishing up, staring at you for a second before immediately grabbing the ladder with a hand. “Baby, I love you, but please get down from the ladder. I’ll hang the lights myself.” He said, causing you to pout as Alluka flared at him. “Are you calling Y/N-Chan clumsy?” She asked, causing you to cross your arms and nod along. “Yeah, are you calling me clumsy?” You agreed, causing him to roll his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m calling you. Now get down.” He said, causing you to grumble and climb off the ladder. He laughed, kissing your head as he climbed up it and started to clip on lights in your place.

Once the two sibling finished up, you rushed over to the outside plug. You and Alluka counted down excitedly before plugging the lights in, stepping over to where Killua was and hugging the two siblings. He held your waist once you let go of Alluka, turning pink. “These lights are almost as beautiful as you.” He said softly, causing you to blush.

“Ewww, that was so cheesy, Onii-Chan!” Alluka shouted, causing you to burst out laughing. Killua turned red, spluttering excuses. “Who asked you?!” He shouted, causing Alluka to giggle.

“She’s kinda right-“

“Shut up!”

『••✎••』

The Freecss household was lovely as you made your way through the hallways, desperately attempting to find your boyfriend. He had disappeared with his long-time friend after greeting him at the door, leaving you to hang out with Alluka and Kurapika.

Frowning, you let out a noise of surprise as you bumped into someone in the hallway. You apologized, quickly attempting to move to the side before getting grabbed by the shoulders. You looked up, coming eye-to-eye with your blue-eyed boyfriend. You grinned, grabbing his wrists. “I was looking for you everywhere!” You exclaimed, pausing as you saw him point up. Following his finger, you stared at the leaves with red berries that hung in the hallway.

“Now, I’m no genius, but I think we’re supposed to kiss if there’s a mistletoe above us.” He said, causing you to snort at his sarcasm. Rolling your eyes, you leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. You heard whistling, causing you to turn and meet eyes with a certain doctor. You snickered, rolling your eyes as you greeted him and rushed off with Killua.

Later on, Gon called everyone into the living room for presents. Alluka was by far spoiled, with mounds of presents from the main four and you. Kurapika had received many practical things, including a sewing kit for his Kurta uniform. Leorio had gotten medical books, which made him excited as he didn’t want to spend the money on them himself. Gon had gotten a new fishing rod, courtesy of you and Killua. Your present for Killua had been new grip tape for his skateboard and some chocobots, which made him infinitely happy. Finally, it was your turn to open gifts. You had gotten a drawing of Killua, you, and Alluka from the younger sister, a book from Kurapika, a pretty crystal necklace from Gon (which he made himself), and some new clothes from Leorio. Your boyfriend was last, and he cockily handed you his rather large present.

“I got you something you’ll love. Open it.” He said, causing you to grin as you tore the wrapping paper open. Opening the box, you were met with a new skateboard, grip tape already on and your favorite color at the bottom of it. You grinned at him, knowing exactly what he was about to say.

“You had mentioned wanting to learn, and I didn’t want to lend you mine all the time, so I got you that. I can teach you.” He explained, causing you to hug him. “Awww, Killua you’re so sweet!” You exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh at his flushed face. Winking, you poked his cheek. “At the end of the day, my favorite gift is you.” You said.

His face fell, a blank expression gracing his features. “That was so lame and cheesy.”

You gasped, offended. “It is NOT cheesy! Shut up!”

Everyone laughed, amused by the two of you’s antics. And for once, everything was right.

Everything was okay.

[miyalove]

golden hour | atsumu

—pairing: timeskip!atsumu x gn!reader

—warnings: aged up au, best friends to lovers, swearing, name-calling, casual drinking, alcohol consumption, fluff, *unedited

—synopsis: 1k | while hanging out with your best friend, he wonders aloud about your fascination with sunsets. only to realize that you’re a lot cooler than he had originally thought and for some odd reason.

there is something that has always drawn you into sunsets.

maybe it’s the way all the different purples and oranges coming together to form one beautiful phenomena. maybe it’s because of the warmth that spreads within you when you watch the sun dip into the horizon as if kissing the land goodnight or perhaps it’s both. 

either way, sunsets have always been something you’ve enjoyed. often times, you’d find yourself randomly staring out the window anticipating how the sun lowers with each passing hour. you’re adoration for the evening skies ranges so far that even your closest friends know about it.

atsumu, someone you’ve known well before his professional days, makes it apparent that he doesn’t get the appeal of your hobby. currently, the two of you are on his balcony, leaning against the cool metal bars. your eyes sparkle with delight, brightly reflecting the warm hues of the sky when atsumu grunts besides you.

you don’t want to look away. if you turn for even a split second, it’ll disappear. you’d have to wait another 24 hours to see this perfect sky again. that’s something you just can not do. you’ve considered yourself to have the patience of perseus, himself, but somethings are just not worth missing out. not even for someone as important to you as atsumu.

when he realizes your attention still isn’t on him, he lets out another grunt but this time louder. chocolate eyes narrow on your profile. his lips form a soft pout, brows instantaneously furrowing. he clutches the glass bottle in his hand a little tighter, debating weather to take another swig of the grainy substance or to force out a conversation.

deciding on the former, the mouth of the bottle lingers on his lips. eyes still tracing the side of your face, the blonde lets out a soft sigh, “i don’t get it.” 

it still doesn’t quite get to you. you’re still captivated by the colored sky. licking his lips, the cold glass presses on his mouth and atsumu greedily swallows down another large gulp. when he pulls the drink away, you’re smiling. lips quirked up into a soft grin and your eyes match the same feeling. 

“not that it’s a surprise or anything,” the jab makes him chuckle, “but what don’t you get this time?” 

a lot of things actually, he thinks. he doesn’t get the way he lingers in your hold when ever you pull him in for a friendly hug. he doesn’t get they way his heart beats a little faster when he scores a point and he scopes the crowd to find you looking nearly as hyped as he is. he also doesn’t understand trigonometry but that’s a whole other tangent.

pushing his lingering thoughts aside, atsumu’s forces himself to pull away from your gaze. breaking it only to set his eyes on something not nearly as pleasing as you, “you’re thing with sunsets. why ‘re ya so hellbent on ‘em?”

unconsciously, he takes another sip from his bottle. you have one in your hand too, a bottle of beer, but you’ve been so focused on the swirling skies that it remains full. it takes you a minute to respond back to him. something that he doesn’t like, but he mentally shrugs because what can he.

instead of an actual response, he’s meet with an answer that only leaves him with more questions. “wanna know something cool?”

“wanna answer my question, first?”

his witty response earns him a soft giggle and something in his chest tightens. maybe it’s the beer, he thinks. he hopes. shifting, finally your stare is trained on him. you’ve turned away from the view. your side leans on the rails of the balcony, body facing him.

there’s a breeze that passes, sweeping strands of your hair into your face. almost instinctively, the blonde finds himself leaning into you. his large hand caresses your cheek, holding it in his palm before tucking the messy tassels behind your ear. 

intimate affection between the two of you didn’t mean much. casual flirting, gentle caresses, and cuddling was a normal sunday movie night. so when atsumu smiles down at you, thumb gently drawing circles on your jaw, you can’t help but lean into his touch. 

with clouded eyes, the blonde hums. reluctantly pulling his his hand away but he remains close. you can feel the warmth radiating off of him, happily you indulge in it.

“sunrises and sets are a lot brighter after storms,” you mumble. and just like that, you’re turning back to the sky. the blonde feels that familiar tightening in his chest, but instead of ignoring it, he turns away from your figure. seeing that your now hyper focused on the sky again, he figures studying it too wouldn’t hurt.

“yeah, something about the rain making the sky clearer so the colors shine a little brighter.” in his head, that doesn’t make much sense. in fact, playfully, he was gonna tease about how you sound like some kind of crazy weather guru. 

the playful insult was on the tip of his tongue. words so close to turning a sweet moment into something playfully bitter. when he turns to you, smirk riddled on his lips, (that you known means nothing but trouble) you brace for impact. 

a few seconds passes and there’s nothing. 

and like nothing, you continue, “after all the derry sad shit, which is the rain, the sun shines even brighter than before. it’s kinda symbolic, right?”

raising your glass, you send him a cheery smile shrugging. atsumu mimics your action, clinking his glass against yours and together you both take a deep gulp. just as fast as before, you’re already focused on something else. your glassy eyes focus on the darkening heavens. completely, oblivious to the way he stares. his eyes widen for a split second and he can feel his heart pound again. this time he knows why.

perhaps he’s always known. with the alcohol laced in his breath and the overwhelming rush that comes whenever you’re near, of course, he’d realize. the lingering hugs, the unnecessary (but completely welcomed) touching, the stares that last a little too long to be considered normal.

the feelings were always there. 

sighing, he let’s out a shaky breath, “yeah, sure.” 

[alice-dont-break]

hello this is shameless smut pls enjoy!! kinda fluffy and oops sorry idk how to write smut for them without giving ant a little bit of top energy

cw: post-pregnancy body insecurity at first and then just filth

Every Inch | Janthony Smut

When Anthony got home from work, he first found his 6-week old baby sound asleep in the bassinet in the living room. He smiled, but tiptoed upstairs immediately because despite wanting to stare at her cute little face, waking her would be disturbing the rare peace and quiet his wife was surely savoring. When he got upstairs and entered the bedroom, he found a pile of Jasmine’s clothes on the floor and a light on in the bathroom. Intrigued, he peeked his head past the door and laid eyes on the most stunning silhouette he’d ever seen.

Jasmine was standing in front of the mirror, fully undressed, looking over her shoulder at her reflection.

“Wow,” he breathed, getting her attention.

“Oh, hey sorry,” she said. She hugged herself and reached past him for the robe hanging off the door, but he gently caught her wrist. He stepped her away from the door, and took in the delicious sight in front of him.

“Damn, baby, why would you ever say sorry for giving me a look at this work of art. You admiring yourself... can I join?”

“You can stay but I’m not admiring,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. She tried to twist away, but Anthony grasped her other hand.

“Hm?” He didn’t want to push her, but he couldn’t ignore the sadness in her eyes.

“I’m just... I don’t feel sexy anymore. Ever. This is so stupid but I literally made my mom watch bubba for an hour today so I could go to Victoria’s Secret and even with brand new sexy lingerie I felt disgusting. Do I even turn you on anymore? We haven’t done anything since...” Her voice was weak and shaky, and her lips were tightly pursed.

“Baby... baby girl you turn me on like crazy. God, look at you... you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he crooned. “I just didn’t wanna rush or hurt you, but I hate that you aren’t seeing what I see. Can I show you babe?”

Jasmine furrowed her brow, but reluctantly nodded. Anthony then led her by the hand back to the mirror, where he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He nuzzled up to her shoulder as they both looked at her reflection. As Anthony looked her up and down, his eyes smouldered with lust.

“God, where do I even begin,” he groaned. “I mean, the easiest is your face. Your eyes just stun me, whether they’re soft and you’re laughin’ or looking at our baby, or piercing like your mad or tryna rile me up.”

Jasmine’s cheeks had flushed red and she tried to look away, only to be brought back to center by Anthony’s thumb on her chin.

“Your skin,” he continued while caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, “just flawless.”

She leaned into his touch and let a weak smile escape.

“Mmm and your lips, baby,” he smiled. He cupped her chin with his fingers and brushed over her supple lips with his thumb. He was dying to kiss her, but knew once he started he’d never stop, and there was too much more he wanted to say.

“Your hair, your curls... gorgeous through every state of being.” He smiled into the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, then nipped at her ear and trailed kisses down her jaw and neck.

“And your neck,” he whispered, sending chills down her spine, “because it lets me get the sexiest moans from you.” Proving his point, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh, hard enough to melt her without really hurting, and she threw her head back against his shoulder as a soft gasp escaped her parted lips.

He chuckled into her collarbone, and continued exploring her skin with his mouth and hands, covering every inch of her upper back, shoulders, and chest with attention. Jasmine was fully flushed with a little bit of self consciousness, but also awareness of the heat growing between her legs. His hand wandered back down from her shoulders to her waist to pull her back flush against his chest, before roaming back up to cup her breasts.

“God, and these... Jas you know I’ve always been an ass guy, and trust me we’ll get to that, but I’ve never seen anything sexier than these tits ever since you were pregnant. They’re so big... huge... and I love how just a little attention like this,” he mumbled as he circled his fingers around her nipples with a slight pinch, “gets such a reaction... god Jasmine I could spend all day just working your tits.”

As he talked, he was kneading the tender flesh with the palms of his hands and kissing her shoulders, and Jasmine could have sworn she was going to start dripping down her inner thigh. Her buds were pebbled and she writhed under his touch as he brushed over them.

“And baby, I know you’ve been self conscious about this area,” he said more softly, letting his hands slide down her waist and hips to land just where her baby bump had been only a month ago. He peppered kisses to the seam of her neck and shoulder as he rubbed his thumbs over her hip bones. “These curves are a work of art. Your shape is stunning, Jas, it’s so sexy whether you’re a million months pregnant, one week post-baby, or whatever else. I like having something to grab, too, but don’t think I haven’t noticed your abs comin’ back.” he winked with another soft bite to her earlobe and a squeeze around her hips.

Jasmine was leaning against him now with her head thrown back on his shoulder, as his mouth, his raspy voice, his touch all left her trembling. He took his chance to turn her sideways to face him and reached down to grab her ass with both hands.

“God, this ass, baby... ugh it’s just so fucking sexy. The way it’s so perfectly tight and round, especially when you wear them jeans I like, but then bounces when I’m fuckin’ up into you... or when I’m taking you from behind with my fiery handprints all over...”

Anthony was testing his own patience now, and cut himself off with another bite to her shoulder. He gestured for her to jump up and hoisted her so her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands were gripping her thighs.

“Your legs baby, they’re so strong and toned, and even though you’re short enough to tuck right into my side, they look long and sexy and I just want to mark em all up your inner thighs... show anyone who dares to look at you in a tight lil skirt that you’re mine.”

While he spoke, he carried her slowly out of the bathroom and over to the bed. The whole way, she could feel his hardened bulge pressing against her, and was sure there would be a wet patch where her core met his waist.

When he reached the bed, he dropped her down and hovered overtop so he could whisper in her ear. “Now can I show you the next part of you I think is sexy?” He rasped. Jasmine was breathless, and could only nod eagerly. After a chaste peck to her lips, Anthony sank down to rest between her thighs, which he spread open with his hands splayed across her caramel skin.

“Mmm, this pussy,” he growled against the meeting of her leg and her mound, letting the vibration of his words send shockwaves through her already electrified body. “Always so wet and needy for me. God look at you baby, you’re fucking soaked already, hm? All for me?”

Jasmine nodded and moaned a “yes”, as Anthony chuckled.

Slowly, he prodded his tongue to part her folds, and licked a slow stripe all the way up. The sound she made was slow, husky and pained. She was already aching for more. “Your taste, babe, your juices are the sweetest damn taste in the world.”

He continued to take his time, drawing long strokes and tasting every inch of her core, until his tongue started circling her entrance. As soon as it poked inside, her hips bucked, begging for more, though a whimper was all she could muster. He used one finger to gather her juices, then slowly pressed inside.

“So fucking tight, soft walls squeeze me so tight, even when you’re nearly screamin’ and you’re asking if it’s too much, you take me so, so good baby.”

“Another,” she moaned loudly, “please.” Anthony smirked and happily obeyed, adding a second finger to her wetness.

He thrust slowly in and out, before pausing to scissor his digits and feel the stretch of her velvet insides. Her breath hitched with every movement and he wondered how much longer she could last.

“Baby hold it together, I haven’t even gotten to the best part. The sexiest part of this perfect pussy is this adorable little bud,” he grinned, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her clit.

“Ant,” she breathed desperately.

“So sweet, so sexy the sounds I can get out of you with just the slightest touch,” he said. Anthony pointed his tongue and started flicking the sensitive area, as his fingers continued to probe deep inside. “Seriously the cutest little thing I’ve ever played with.”

“Anthony,” she moaned again, her voice growing more ragged and hungry with his every move.

“Mhmm baby... and the sexiest thing of all, my love, is how you look when you come undone.”

He heard the faintest gasp escape her lips, so with a final smirk he wrapped his lips around her swollen bud and suckled lightly as he curled his fingers deep inside her. With his free hand, he reached up and rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, as her moans became more like screams. Within seconds he felt her soft walls tighten around his fingers, and her thighs lift up off the bed.

“Ant I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”

“I’ve got you,” he purred, “come for me, princess. I’ve got you.”

Jasmine fell apart. Every sliver of tension that had been building for the past two months came undone as a wave of fire ravaged her senses. Her back arched and her head flopped back with a loud and luscious sigh, as her pussy fluttered around Anthony’s fingers. He continued gentle kitten licks to her most sensitive area as his fingers lazily moved to ride her through her high. Suddenly, Jasmine felt a massive release and Anthony felt a flood wash over his fingers and chin. He was entranced by the effect he had on her body, continuing to press with his fingers, and let his tongue roam downward to taste her juices, until Jasmine was fully limp beneath him.

When he was certain there were no more aftershocks to rock her, he pressed a final kiss to her warmth and climbed back up to hover over her face. With both hands cupping her cheeks, he leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly.

“Did I...” she asked timidly between heavy pants. Her cheeks were flushed red, and Anthony added to their warmth with soft, wet kisses.

“Squirt? Yep,” he smirked, obviously proud of the new level of pleasure he’d unlocked for her. “That was new... and maybe the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Ant that... that was... oh my god.... i need to...” As she struggled to form sentences, she seemed to be making a move to repay the favor, but Anthony just put a firm hand on her shoulder.

“You aren’t going anywhere, babe,” he teased. “You look so utterly fucked out that I’m genuinely worried you may have trouble walking all week despite not actually having had a cock inside you.”

Jasmine’s eyes were still slightly rolling to the back of her head, so Anthony just chuckled at her grumbles and gave her a chaste kiss. “Stay here, love, gonna get you a cloth. You’re literally soaked in your own cum.”

“Later... show you lingerie... s’new,” she murmured.

“Whenever you’re ready love, but not before a nap. Besides, as excited as I am to see it, I don’t know how you could possibly get any sexier.”

Instead of protesting as she did earlier, she looked up at Anthony with a faint, adorable little smile that warmed his heart.

When he got back from the bathroom only twenty seconds later, Jasmine’s eyes were closed with her mouth hanging open just slightly. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how absolutely worn out she was, so he just let her sleep. As the mother of a six-week old baby, she needed it with or without a mind-blowing orgasm. After using the warm cloth to wipe down her thighs and through her folds, he grabbed a blanket to drape over them as he laid on his side and pulled her close. With a quick glance at the baby monitor to ensure the little one was continuing to cooperate with his unplanned mission, he leaned his forehead against her temple and peppered little kisses to her cheeks as her heavy breath lulled him into a trance. He rubbed the soft skin at her waist as he kept pulling her tighter into his side, and focused on giving her all his warmth, comfort and attention, with the hope that she’d be at least slightly coherent again when she woke up.

[hawaiian-has-moved]

you aren’t cannon. beetlebabes is more cannon than you. at least that shit was in the musical and movie and cartoon.

Need I remind you idiots, since I have already said I'm no longer being nice to you anymore.

That I do not give a damn what you think it looked like to you in that fucked up brain of yours, it's still p*dophilia. Man it's almost sad I live this rent free in your head for existing. I just exist and your blood boils. It's cute.

Anyway, Lydia is a minor in every version.

And if you think the wedding in the movie was romantic. Man every gross man I've cringed at for being a creepo must have been true love.

But see, that's the thing you people don't get huh? Consent. Consent does not exist to you. If it did you wouldn't fight when people say that Lydia is a minor and therefore cannot consent. It doesn't click because you found something hot about shipping this developing teen with this old as fuck perv.

But oh? Is that not enough for you, you cry, begging to justify your vile ship. Allow me to humor you and go through the other versions.

In fact! I'll analyze a whole song just for you.

Also please look at yet another picture of Lydia obviously not having it.

Way back when I was just ten

Simple and sweet

Everywhere, fellas would stare

Out on the street

And I felt used

Kinda confused

I would refuse to look in their eyes

But now I really love creepy old guys

This is kinda obvious, she's been preyed on before by men. So basic p*do trying to gr**m a kid scenario. But the satire to the song of course is that "it's all fine now" Which it's obviously not, she's just using this to trick him so they can send him back as an end goal.

We all do!

Gum disease

Skin like grilled cheese

Saggy old asses

(Saggy old asses)

Cute and vile

Hey baby, smile

To each girl that passes

They make me blush

(Can't get enough)

Now one of 'em loves me, wants to be mine

(That's right)

Marrying my own creepy old guy!

(I'm a creepy old guy)

This is just more playing out the satire of pretending it's okay, but with Beej chiming in because he already lacks the knowledge that this is grooming and it's not okay. Tricking him into thinking this is fine to end up killing him is a breeze.

My creepy old guy, my creepy old guy

I'm so happy I could cry

Girls may seem disgusted, but we're actually just shy

It's not uncommon that I've heard about or heard someone get told that they're just shy when a gross ass old man or someone is trying to gr**m a kid. It's gaslighting and manipulation in most cases. So for them to say that it's because they're actually just shy as part of the satire is the point.

My creepy old groom (creepy old groom)

Play that wedding tune

Hey folks, step aside

(I am older, but I'm glad I waited)

And if you've watched a bootleg, you would recall Barbara right here smiling and then turning away with eyes wide, like "this is not fucking okay" Kind of look on her face. But yeah this is another one of those phrases that you hear too often in these gross situations.

'Cause here comes the bride

I am marrying my creepy old guy

(Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, creepy old guy)

He's my creepy old guy

(Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, creepy old guy!)

Fix his hair

Get him prepared

For Armageddon

Again if you have seen a bootleg, here Lydia puts a finger to her lips and goes shhhh. Because Armageddon is Beejs death.

Sure, the groom

Crawled out of a tomb

But hey, hey, it's a wedding!

He's really fucking old guys. There is a huge age gap and this is p*dophilia.

So dim the lights

Pick up some rice

Say something nice

It's my day to shine

I'm getting hitched to my creepy old guy

(It's showtime)

Creepy old guy, creepy old guy

She's marrying a creepy old guy

Have you guys seen "Lolita"?

This is just like that, but fine

I have not seen Lolita, but I have been told it's similar to this who marriage scenario and is mega bad. Now if it were Lolita fashion, that is made to ward off men, so I assume it's a movie from what info I have.

Creepy old dude, creepy old dude

Our faith has been renewed

Now love is alive!

Wave your baby girl goodbye

I am walking down the aisle

I wanna see a tear in every eye as I pass by

I know that on the outside he's disgusting

And even on the inside, he's disgusting

This whole scenario is fucking vile. He's vile.

But I know that this time, I'm makin' it right

(Making it right, making it right!)

With my family by my side

O.M.G.

Dressed to a "T"

Fancy and formal

I found me a wife

L'chaim to life

This is so normal!

I was ignored

But now, I'm adored!

'Cause I extorted, tortured, and lied

Give it up for my underage bride!

They've done it, they have successfully tricked him into thinking this is okay with no funny business. But he's about to get stabbed. L'chaim to life is a nod at him being Jewish, also he had a Kippah in the DC version which backed this joke, but it fell off a lot ig so he doesn't have it now. Traditionally there was a lot of marrying women off to much older men for property and stuff, as most religions do/did tho. I was in a production of Fiddler on the roof for example and that was the whole premise.

Here comes the bride

Here comes the bride

God be glorified

I can't believe some cultures think this kind of thing's alright

My creepy old guy

My creepy old guy

Doesn't he deserve a chance at life?

Oh yeah, that's right

Yeah, that's right

So let's make him alive!

I am marrying my creepy old guy!

Guy, guy, guy, creepy old guy

Guy, guy, creepy old guy

Guy, guy

(I have chills)

Yeah!

And then they stab him and the till death do we part sign over the stage all makes sense now because the wedding vows are undone and since he's recently deceased he almost returns to the netherworld.

Etcetera etcetera... But of course you guys go tome deaf at that one when it plays if I remember right.

Oh right, the cartoon, of course, I knew just what you were thinking don't worry. You're thinking "oh well what about the comics, and the valentine cards! And and the animators who drew lewd stuff of Lydia!" Well.... Haha! Still p*dophilia! And also I have seen the infamous Lydia drawing and it's got her head shape, nose, lips, but it's not fully her. Even if it was again my first point, still p*dophilia. And yeah just because the people who worked on it drew it, doesn't make it suddenly okay. Ffs...

I couldn't even find a cartoon wedding that wasn't fan drawn to match this one. Because that doesn't exist! But I do have my favorite point to make.

Beetlejuice's look into Lydia's future in Pest O' the West.

Now why you b*bes were busy being p*dos and gr**ming kids on the internet into thinking this shit is okay, I was mastering the art of common fucking sense.

Beej makes a joking remark that he cannot see into the future while hiding from Bully the Crud, but when he does as per usual, his puns and phrases make his magic go to work. So a crystal ball appears in front of him showing the future in the images I've provided.

Lydia, doing a heaping pile of dishes as a ghost for bully and all of their kids, very unhappy and driven insane. Because imagine what being married to someone it's obviously wrong to be with would do to her mind. He hates seeing her like this, so he rushes to save her. Which he successfully does.

Toon is actually the one with canon evidence of this shit being not okay to him.

Also before anyone tries to say it, no the movie and cartoon aren't connected, she doesn't even live in Winter River in the cartoon that should have made it obvious. Besides she's like 14-16 in the movie. So I don't think she de-aged.

Lastly, two things that are off topic. I believe it's spelled canon, and before anyone goes saying fiction doesn't effect reality, I would like you to explain to me how being a Jedi is a official religion if that is so true.

See anon! I gave you my special, condescending talk that too two hours to type on my phone! You stalked me endlessly and I picked you as the special anon that, I didn't deletes ask for being a gross piece of shit in a minors ask box! Wow. That searching my name clicking on my asks, and typing out all that so I could live rent free in your head really.... Didn't work lol. I may have took two hours to type this, but I assure you I will forget about you in 2 days max. Because unlike you, I have better things to do than ship a minor with an ancient demon. Bye bye now, be sure to rant about me with pure rage to your house p*do friends so that my existence may spread further into other people's minds! Woo... Being famous is so tough. 😉

[dr-imagines-modfuyuhiko]

Reader stops Nagito from starting the killing game

Think of this as a “Mod Fuyu’s Birthday Special” cause it’s my birthday and I had the idea :) After this I’ll finish up the requests and post em

Also, if you like this kind of “what if this kind of person stopped so-and-so from happening”, I love writing this kinda stuff so feel free to ask for it

Category: Neutral/kinda angst(??) imagine (might make more parts)

Specifics: GN!reader, reader is the Ultimate Analyst, takes place in Chapter 1 of SDR2, kind of Nagito x reader???

Warnings: Nagito being Nagito, Twogami pats you down? Idk if that counts as a warning? And lowkey stalking Hope Bagel Boy, I believe that’s it- also there are things in here that are just my headcannons so please don’t come at me for them, thank you

You had your eye on Nagito since everyone arrived. The moment he introduced himself, you found something... off... about him. Due to you being unsure of what was wrong, you immediately began to silently observe him out of habit. He clearly noticed, even if he tried to hide it. At the very least, he wasn’t bothered by it.

Pretty quickly you were able to figure out he had dementia, perhaps cancer, and definitely some ptsd. His pale skin, the fact that the tips of his hair had some color, as well as his subtle behavior lead you to the first two. He didn’t react well when you brought up maybe flying off the island. Even if he seemed normal to everyone else and acted like it didn’t bother him, it was obvious to you. You picked up on the strained but natural-looking smile he forced. You guess that’s the perk of being the Ultimate Analyst, seeing things people won’t tell you.

He would also constantly praise you and the group- or more accurately, praised your talents. You were slightly annoyed by this, you were more than just a talent, but kept your mouth shut for the time being. He definitely had some sort of inferiority complex, or had trauma that made him believe he wasn’t worthy of basic human rights, maybe it was both.

Because of these reasons, you felt the need to not only help the boy, but maybe befriend him if possible?

So when this “killing game” was announced, you stuck to his side. Time and time again he said it wasn’t necessary, but you still wanted to get close to him. You knew he wouldn’t open up easily, seeing as he brushes off questions about himself, but you were determined enough to stay with him till he did.

Once Byakuya announced a party will commence, seemingly out of nowhere, you immediately had your eyes set on Nagito. He instantly agreed with some hope/friendship rant. He had something to do with this. He had to. So from that moment, even if it was from a distance, you were keeping an eye on him.

Soon you figured out the biggest factor of Nagito. The thing that had made him who he is now and the reason why he treated you all like gods. That his luck was indeed real.

—————

“So how are we gonna decide who’ll clean up the place?” You asked, still a little concerned about the suddenness of the party. If it weren’t for Nagito, you’d probably be like Fuyuhiko and refuse to attend.

“Are there any volunteers?” Byakuya turned to the group. No one said anything in response, leaving the supposed-heir (you had doubts of his identity, but he was a good leader so for now you let it slide) to sigh.

“We could draw sticks? Let chance decide?” Nagito found some sticks in his jacket, breaking one to be shorter than the others.

“Wait- that wouldn’t be fair! You’d be off cleaning duty!” Hajime joked with a small smile. Even so, Nagito gave a simple smile, the same one he had when he was hiding something. It was the same smile when he tried not to reveal he was upset by the planes. As well as the same one he had when Byakuya first brought up having a party.

Despite this, you decided to play along. Going first, you sighed a breath when you got a long stick. One by one, everyone pulled. All of them got long sticks.

The tall, white haired boy revealed the final stick, showing it to be the short one.

“Heh, guess my luck isn’t always great,” he gave that smile again, “my talent clearly isn’t accurate.”

You gave a suspicious look to him. Letting everyone else joyfully leave the room, you stayed behind.

“Y/n?” Nagito looked a little confused, “Is there something you’d like?”

Taking a breath, you answered. “I wanna help!” You gave a fake excited smile, tilting your head to the side for emphasis.

“You don’t have to help scum like me, Y/n,” he sounded as if he was desperate, “I have this under control.” Thinking quickly, you attempted to prove your talent true to him, showing you can pick up on things he won’t tell. But you also can’t let him know you think he is up to something.

“Nagito,” you started slowly, “you get fatigued so easily, I don’t want you hurting yourself!” The boy looked taken aback. He smiled once again.

“You really are the Ultimate Analyst! Such an amazing talent!” He bit his inner cheek. “If you insist then!”

With that, he let you help out with the preparations. Though he was a bit more careful when he left the room after about a two to three hours. He used the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom. Of course, you knew better.

After a few minutes, he came back. Smile still on his face, but you could’ve swore there was something softly glowing inside his jacket. You then took your own turn of “using the bathroom”.

On the way to see what exactly Nagito did, you ran into Teruteru, who looked terrified. He sounded even worse, an accent of some sort bleeding a bit into his words.

“Y-You’re not apart of his crazy idea, h-huh?!”

What?

“What idea?” You moved so you were at eye level with the chef. “Teruteru, what’s Nagito planning.”

He still stood there, frozen completely. You looked over your shoulder to make sure Nagito couldn’t see you. You turned back to Teruteru, speaking slow and calmly.

“Teruteru.” You tried to remain calm, “I know something is up with him. Please, tell me what he said to you.”

“H-he’s plannin’ on killin’ so’body!” His words were quick and panicked. The accent was thicker now. It took you just a second to fully understand him. You brought your hands to his shoulders.

“Don’t say anything to anyone just yet, okay? Not even Nagito.” He looked slightly confused. “We don’t want anyone else panicking. It could cause absolute chaos. What we need to do is stop Nagito from killing in a silent manner. Do you know what exactly his plan is?”

Once more, the boy nodded. Calmer now, he told you what he knew. The two of you figured out how to stop Nagito without him knowing. He agreed to run out and tell Byakuya what was going on and have him approve of the plan. With a final sigh, you walked back into the room.

“Where were you? It’s been a good 20 minutes, not planning on murder I hope.” He chuckled at his joke. You hid your grimace.

“No, I just ran into Teruteru and had him ask Byakuya if the iron skewers would be considered a weapon.” You lied easily, putting on a relaxed-looking smile. “He wanted to use them for a more tropical theme.”

Nagito simply nodded in response. The two of you quickly finished up. You attempted to find where his weapon would be and take it out to bring it to Byakuya, but you couldn’t do so with Nagito staring at you.

—————

Before long, the nighttime announcement went off. You brushed off your top and fixed up anything you saw necessary. Taking a final breath of preparation, you ran over to the old hotel.

“Did you confiscate his weapon?” Byakuya asked as he pat your sides down in routine. Even if you had stopped Nagito and Teruteru from killing, he still wanted to check you to be safe.

“Unfortunately, no, he wouldn’t leave the room until I did.” You answered truthfully. The large man pulled back once he was satisfied with his search. “But I’ll keep him close, and make sure I know where he is when his plan starts.” He nodded in understanding and let you into the room.

Upon entering, you heard numerous compliments on the room directed towards Nagito. Though he was quick to say that you had stayed behind to help. Almost as if he’s trying to make a point of it to the others..

Everything was going smoothly. Teruteru brought out food, Peko went to guard the case in the office, and Chiaki went with Monomi to prevent Monokuma from coming in. You made sure to stay next to Nagito the whole time, sneaking glances at the clock on the air conditioner. Even when Ibuki excitedly tried to pull you towards something else, you always found your way back to Nagito.

And then it struck 11:30.

The lights went out as you and Nagito stood next to the table near the back of the room. Quickly, you flew your hand up to grasp Nagito’s sleeve, knowing even if you were unable to, Byakuya would catch him leaving your side. You held his arm close to you, stopping him from walking off until the lights came back on.

As soon as they did, your eyes landed on Mikan, who was helplessly sprawled out across the floor. You pushed your gaze away from her as Mahiru helped her up. When you looked to Nagito, his eyes were latched onto you. They held a curious but cautious look. In a rush, you acted oblivious to what the true consequence of your actions were.

“S-sorry!” You let go of him immediately, “I just latched onto the closest person! I was scared!”

“It’s okay..” He knew something of your true intentions. You can tell by his eyes.

You let a smile fall over your face and looked away. Byakuya met your gaze, proud of the work you had done. Even if you didn’t see it as much to do, he definitely did.

“Everyone,” Sonia called out, “go look for Peko and Chiaki! Make sure they are okay!” After a short shout of affirmation from Kazuichi, everyone split off to find the two.

Everyone except you and Nagito. The latter of which pulled you to a room near the back of the building. Isn’t this where Byakuya originally decided to put the case? You saw the irons Teruteru spoke about earlier that day and it made sense.

You turned to Nagito, slightly confused as to why he pulled you aside. Did he know you purposely stopped him? How would he? You made sure to keep quiet about it.

“Y/n...” Nagito’s voice was serious, it almost scared you. “You knew what you were doing.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a demand to admit.

“And? You just expect me to let you kill an innocent classmate?” You shot back, irritated.

“If I start this game, the rest of you would be able to use me as a stepping stone for hope!”

What???

A stepping stone for hope???

You took a minute to process what exactly he meant. Putting together his self-loathing words, the way he saw and described you all as almost godlike figures, and his already tortured mind- was it possible he did this just so you could “have hope”?

“Nagito.” You pulled his face to be level with yours, furious yes, but also concerned for the man you want to consider a friend. “We don’t need you to sacrifice yours and another person’s life to have hope. We’re already doing that, like you said when Byakuya first came up with the party idea!”

“But Y/n...” His voice trailed off, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“In a way, you did help us.” You tried to give a reassuring smile, not exactly used to comforting people as you are to reading them. “You’re the reason we had the party, we’re all closer because of it.”

He let out a bitter laugh and looked off to the side. “Scum like me doesn’t deserve that sort of praise, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Nagito. Look at me.” He kept his gaze away from you. “Nagito.”

The sternness of your voice made his head snap towards you. He looked almost scared. Maybe has trauma with verbal abuse, got it. You kept your voice calmer.

“You’re not scum. And you do deserve the praise. Even if your reasoning was flawed, you brought all of us together. People are gonna be less likely to kill.” Nagito’s eyes shone like he wasn’t used to this sort of talk, especially about himself. The swirl in his eyes left completely “I know you might not think so, but you had a good effect on us. We’ll figure out a way to get off this island without participating in this killing game. I promise.” You let a genuine smile show on your face before jokingly adding, “Oh, and without using a plane preferably.”

Nagito seemed to have mixed emotions, but stayed silent nonetheless. He simply nodded his head and gave a smile- it wasn’t the strained one though. Neither was it the one he put up as a front. This was his genuine smile.

The door opening had startled you out of your observations. You snatched your hands away from Nagito’s face and looked to the door. Your face was slightly heated. Gundham had a surprised look on his face.

“Dearest apologies, but I must obtain my Hell Hound Earring. This room must have the entrance leading to it.” Without speaking, you simply pointed to the trap door in the back of the storage room. Gundham simply nodded in appreciation and moved to the side for you and Nagito to get out of the small room.

[encvnto]

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𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍, pale waves   —   but there’s more going on behind the scenes, she needs this love just as much as me   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, billie eilish   —   we fall apart as it gets dark, i’m in your arms in central park. there’s nothin’ you could do or say, i can’t escape the way I love you   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒, one direction   —   they don’t know how special you are, they don’t know what you’ve done to my heart, they can say anything they want'cause they don’t know about us   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇, harry styles   —   the way that she’s whispering, the way that she’s pulling you in. god knows I’ve tried, i can’t get her off my mind   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, maz lovella  —   evangeline, you’re the girl in my dreams, evangeline, since i was seventeen and i will wait till the wind blows south. feel your embrace when the sun draws out, sleep on sleepless nights for you until i wake by your side it’s true   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟔. 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, hey violet   —   ‘cause there’s something about it that brings me to life, yeah, I know all the consequences, I don’t mind. this holy redemption tears us in two but I can’t turn my back to you   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟕. 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓, ariana grande   —   why don’t we face the danger just for the night and forget? baby, let’s just forget. remind me why we’re taking a break, it’s obviously insane ‘cause we both know what we want so why don’t we fall in love?   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟖. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, angel olsen   —   even if you walk around as though you think you’re right at your worst you still believe it’s worth a fight   ;;   𝟎𝟎𝟗. 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒, troye sivan   —   and even if I run away, give my heart a holiday, still strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟎. 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇, hayley kiyoko   —   we butt heads, 'cause you don’t pay me no attention and you’re selfish with your affection   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟏. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, idina menzel and traci thoms   —   take me for what I am, who I was meant to be and if you give a damn, you better take me, baby   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟐. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, taylor swift   —   breakin’ down and coming undone, it’s a roller coaster kinda rush and I never knew I could feel that much and that’s the way I loved you   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟑. 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 , lauv   —   feelings are hard but i feel 'em in my chest a tiny war within but when i pull you closer, girl, I can’t explain but i, i wanna do whatever you wanna do. if you wanted to, girl, we could cross that line   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟒. 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, troye sivan   —   went out looking for love when I was seventeen, maybe a little too young but it was real to me   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟓. 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, madison beer   —   you make me feel like a teenager in love and you make me feel like i’ll be forever young and i don’t want no, nobody else   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟔. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, alyson stoner   —   didn’t expect, falling like that. doesn’t make sense, never done this but i don’t wanna ever change this   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟕. 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 , taylor swift   —    there is an indentation in the shape of you, made your mark on me, a golden tattoo    ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟖. 𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐀, oasis   —   if you can’t hear me call then i can’t say lyla: heaven help you catch me if i fall   ;;   𝟎𝟏𝟗. 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘, king princess   —   'cause i could lose it all, can’t watch it fade to black, can’t let it end like that   ;;   𝟎𝟐𝟎. 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄, harry styles and kacey musgraves shania twain   —   ain’t nothin’ better, we beat the odds together. i’m glad we didn’t listen, look at what we would be missin'   ;;   𝟎𝟐𝟏. 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓, ashe and finneas   —   if the tide takes california i’m so glad i got to hold ya and if the sky falls from heaven above, oh, i know i had the best time falling into love

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

So, hi again…I’m gonna be completely honest I’ve practically had no time to sit down and write for the past couple of weeks, college rained down tons of assignments and work kept asking me to do extra shifts. Hopefully you all understand the delay in updates, I’m determined to finish this book for you all, anyways I’ll shut up Enjoy 😊

Whoever decided to wake me up and drag me away from the glorious land of sleep will suffer my early morning wrath, slowly I opened my eyes and the outline of two very stupid and annoying boys filled my vision. “Have you two never heard the saying don’t tickle a sleeping dragon? I quite clearly need my beauty sleep!” why is it every time I threaten to murder these two they just start laughin’? what the hell is wrong with em?!, “ Well good mornin’ to you too doll face, as much as I’d like to stay here and trade threats mama wants you outta bed for breakfast so get ya butt moving” My eyes narrowed at Bucky as he started to follow Steve outta the room, the smirk on his face widening as I reluctantly moved out of bed.

I’ve only been here a week and I’ve nearly killed him at least 50 times, wait that’s not something I should be proud of is it? in my defence Barnes can be a right little shit when he wants to be! Two days ago, he thought it’d be funny to drench me with water in the middle of the day, it’s safe to say he didn’t climb down the tree for a fair few hours. The smell of bacon and pancakes made me completely forget whatever the hell I was talking about, I shouldn’t have rushed pulling my pants on cause my dumbass failed to see that the left leg got caught on the draw knob and I was once again hugging the floor with my bloody face. Great that didn’t hurt at all!

Right let’s check for damage, bruises? Nope scratches? Nope pride and dignity? That went a long time ago who am I kidding? “Y/N You comin down or what?!” Jesus Christ that boy has a voice like a flipping fog horn, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard Steve in queens! “Yeah give me a minute will ya! No need to get your panties in a twist Stevie” I’m pretty sure I can hear Becca and Bucky laughin’ from up here. Okay enough time’s been spent getting dressed, at this rate the boys will have inhaled all the food…the thought alone is enough to terrifying!  

“Right you lads better of left me at least one pancake and 3 strips of bacon or they’ll be hell to pay later” as a rule most people say good morning but I like to start the day with a decent dashing of threats and insults, cause I’m a friendly person…okay nope that’s a big pile of bullc**p and I know it. “Well mornin to you too y/n, the pancakes are on the table and the bacons on Bucks plate feel free to take some” a muffled sound of protest could be heard over my laughter as Bucky shot Steve a look of utter disbelief. “I think I’ll skip on the bacon then Stevie, by the looks of it Bucks already drooled all over it” Steve and I shared a look before we burst out laughing, Buck was glaring at the both of us with syrup dribbling down his chin and I gotta be honest it looked hilarious. “You guys done laughin’ at me yet or would you like to gang up on me some more?” is this boy dumb or somethin’? “Buck, I’d be on my deathbed and my final words would be some form of insult towards you”.

And there I go signing my death sentence again, at this point Steve wasn’t even on his chair anymore, instead he was lying on the floor completely pissin’ himself laughing while Bucky slowly stood up and started walking round the table. “Oh would you look at the time! Gotta go guys my appointment with the grim reaper’s in a minute!” hey y/n maybe it’s time you start running?! With a small shriek I turned and bolted out the backdoor with a pretty pissed off Barnes boy on my tail. The sunlight blinded me for a couple of seconds, so I was kinda running without knowing what was around me…and as per usual life decided to firmly kick my ass using the form of a bloody tree. A sharp stinging sensation spread across my entire face, huh reminds me of when I ran into that door…only that didn’t hurt half as much and there wasn’t an annoying brunette prick absolutely creasing with laughter behind me. I’m pretty sure that in the process of the tree b**tch slappin’ me I cut the left side of my cheek…oh would you look at that there’s the blood that should have stayed inside me, I couldn’t stop the small groan of pain that slipped outta my mouth, the lower half of my back was more than likely battered to all hell and the stinging in my cheek wasn’t helping either.

Apparently, the sound of my suffering seemed to break the idiot outta his little laughin’ session, I raised my eyebrows at him when it finally dawned on him that I hurt myself and that was pretty funny, all the colour drained from Bucky’s face, his eye’s widened when he noticed the lovely new edition to my face and pretty soon he reached a hand out to help me up. Such a gentleman… that’s if you replace the gentle bit with idiotic. The second I was on my feet, he pulled me into a hug and began checking my face and head, I’m hoping to god he can’t see my flamin’ cheeks cause I know for a fact he would never let me live that down. To be completely honest all I could concentrate on was the gentle touch on his hands on my cheek and the look on Bucky’s face, his eyes were completely focused on my cut. How have I never noticed that his eyes have the smallest flecks of green in them? Or how his dimples show when he frowns?… more importantly why do I feel both excited and terrified but somehow warm at the same time?

My little daze was broken when I realised that his lips were movin’ and I had no idea what the hell he just said, but he must of asked me a question cause he was lookin’ at me waitin’ for his answer. Bollocks. “What’d you say Buck?” Jesus Christ could I have been anymore obvious?! Maybe I should make a giant banner and smack him in the face with it, oh for godsake am I blushin’ again?!, the small smirk on his face grew into a sh*t eating grin as he threw his arm around my shoulders and dragged me back to the house. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you y/n were completely blow away by the masterpiece that is my face” oh great I’ve managed to inflate his ego even more, “Actually I wasn’t gonna say anythin’ but you’ve got a little somethin’ stuck in your front teeth” and just like that all the cockiness drained outta his body.

The arm around my shoulder disappeared rather quickly, to my amusement the boy next to me did as well, I could feel the little smirk on my face as I carried on walkin’ forward as he stayed behind more than likely doin’ that cute stupid thing with his eyes. Wait what did I just say?! What the heck is wrong with me these days? Its like a flippin’ alien’s taken over me and made me into a normal girl! .It feels all kinds of wrong. A sudden cough disrupts my inner monologue, my eyes roll to the sky as the smirk reappears on my face, I can’t help the laugh that escapes me when my gaze meets Bucky’s. He was stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed as I continued to laugh and slowly his face formed a pout as he waited for me to finish completely wetting myself with laughter. “You done yet?” his brow was pulled in as he tried to fight off the smile, “Do I actually have somethin’ in my teeth or were you just being a bully?”.

“Nah, just needed to keep your ego in check before it inflated and carried you away into the wind” Buck looked like I’d just shot him in the chest, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughin’ at him as I turned and started walkin’ back to the house. “Ya know you can be a real piece of work when ya wanna be don’t ya?” thank you captain obvious! “I know I am, you know I do it out of love don’t ya?” I shot him a small smile as I wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him in for a side hug, Bucky shook his head with a small smile, but accepted the hug anyway. After that we stayed in a comfortable silence as we walked back towards the house, his arm never pulled away from me till we got inside, that was until Mrs Barnes walked into the kitchen and saw the cut on my cheek, to simply put it she completely freaked out.

I watched her quickly shoo everyone outta the kitchen, she somehow managed to pull a chair out and sit me down while grabbing a towel and bandages, question after question was fired at me while she gently started cleaning to cut. After a while the conversation died out, Mama B was completely fixated on cleaning the cut and if I’m honest the silence was peaceful, well it was for the 5 seconds it lasted.

Bucky burst through the door lookin’ like someone was trying to murder him, not that I could blame them, 2 seconds later Steve and Becca burst through the door armed with…wait is that eyeshadow and lipstick? I watched as Bucky backed into the corner, his eyes wide as he begged them both of them for mercy, whatever he did to piss the pair off clearly warranted this man hunt and there is no way in hell I wanted to stop it just before it got good. Soon enough Becca and Steve some how managed to pin down Buck, and despite the many protests, the pair managed to smear the lipstick all over his face and dump most of the eyeshadow in his hair.

I tried my hardest not to laugh I swear, but he looked like a very disturbed and demented fairy princess and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, soon enough we were all having a little laugh at the poor bloke, eventually Buck saw the funny side of it and he too joined in with the mess that was the Barnes family.

So, I’m gonna be honest here this is more of a filler chapter/character development hopefully it didn’t suck as much as I think it did XD Okay I’ll stop rambling, Thanks for reading!

Rose Xxx

[undertalethingems]

Bark at the Moon, Chapter 6: Slip Through

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None?

Chapter Summary: No longer so alone, Papyrus is ready to tackle finding his brother--with Undyne's help, he's sure to find something...

“Okay! It should be late enough that most people'll be home for the night, so chances are no one will spot you, much less recognize you. That should take care of your concerns about being seen, right?”

"Good point," Papyrus agreed, taking another spoonful of the hearty soup Undyne had made. It was a little hard to grip his silverware, so eating was slow, but it was nice to have something hot so he wanted to savor it anyway. At least Undyne was way better at making soup than spaghetti. "It does make me a tad less trousled."

Undyne smiled. "Good. Once you're done there we'll get cleaned up and head out, okay?"

The rest of the evening was relatively quiet--the two traded banter while Papyrus finished his dinner, then they worked together to do the dishes and put things away. And then, all too soon--it was time to start their investigation, which meant stepping into a world Papyrus didn't know that he belonged in. He was sure it was just as ready for him as he was for it--which was to say, not at all.

But Undyne beckoned, and Papyrus shook himself out before reluctantly headed for the door. The outside world loomed, and for a moment he hesitated.... No, he needed to leave. Drawing a deep breath, he stepped out for what felt like the first time in ages. It was strange, feeling the cold again and snow crunching under his claws. But... it was so open... so spacious... he needed to run, to express all the energy he'd had to bottle up!

He tore off towards the nearby clearing, delighting in the wind rushing and newfound strength coursing through him as he galloped down the road. This was where he belonged! Out and about, doing, being! Not cooped up at home, that was sure. He barreled into the snow and rolled around, then got back to his feet and shook the snow from his bones. Oh that felt good! He was fully refreshed, like he'd finally shed the gloom that had washed over him in his house.

Undyne was laughing when she caught up with him, happy to see him acting more like his old self. “Feels good to get out, huh? Being a homebody doesn’t suit you. Alright, now, where do you think Sans might have gone?”

Papyrus stroked his chin. “Well, it's difficult to say, but his basic needs are a place to sleep and bad food... but no one’s reported him from Grillby’s, right?”

“No,” Undyne frowned. “You’d think that’s the first thing we’d hear about—it was Grillby himself who asked me to check up on him… so he’s either still going, or Grillby hasn’t gotten nervous yet. Seems like a good place to start either way!”

Papyrus nodded, and together they turned to head for the restaurant. It glowed a welcoming amber in the subterranean night, but Papyrus declined to enter the establishment, both on account of his current state as well as being firmly opposed to grease as a concept. So he sat in the snow opposite the building as Undyne went in, hoping there'd be lead on his brother. Grillby was, despite how Papyrus felt about the quality of his cooking, a good monster who knew his regulars well. And even if Sans was mad and avoiding him, surely he wouldn't avoid his favorite food.

“No one’s seen him,” Undyne relayed when she’d returned, looking downcast. “Grillby says he stopped coming about two and a half weeks ago. He was about to call me again, actually, it’s kinda funny.”

“Two and a half weeks… that’s when you came to visit.”

“Right,” Undyne said with a wincing smile. “So the timeframe matches… and… I guess there’s something else weird. Grillby almost didn’t tell me--he wasn't sure it was relevant. But… apparently he’s had kids come in a couple times now and order a few burgers to go. When they got asked by one of the other customers what they were for, all they said was that it was some flower monster who wanted them.”

Papyrus blinked. A flower.... “Why would a flower monster need someone to buy burgers for them?

“Dunno, but… Grillby said that what struck him as odd… was that it’s Sans’ favorite they keep ordering, and nothing else. They even ask for extra ketchup.”

“Hmm…” Papyrus trailed, not sure what to make of this information. A certain flower had been his friend in timelines past. Maybe he’d decided to become Sans’ friend this time around? He couldn't be sure, and it made him uneasy. He wasn't always his friend.

“Yeah, I dunno either,” Undyne continued, “but everyone asked how you were and what was up, so they miss you a lot. You better figure this thing out soon or you might have a visiting party from the dogs.”

“I… I’m touched,” Papyrus said softly; he hadn’t thought anyone would pay his absence any mind. They were all Sans’ friends, not his…

“Yeah! I told them you were taking a good long vacation since you tend to overwork yourself, and they bought it, but I think everyone’s looking forward to seeing you guys back in action. Anyway! I say we try and find this flower guy and talk to him. Ask him what he’s doing with those burgers.”

“…It is our only lead,” Papyrus agreed, narrowing his eyes. “If he’s hanging out with Sans, then that would certainly explain it.”

“Alright. I’ve always wanted to do a stakeout,” Undyne grinned, flashing her fangs. “Based on what Grillby told me, those kids should show up tomorrow. Let’s wait here all night and make sure we don’t miss ‘em.”

“An excellent strategy! I am with you one zillion percent!”

The two friends hunkered down in the snow just off the road and out of sight. Undyne couldn’t keep from shivering after a few hours in, so Papyrus darted back home to retrieve a blanket for her. It looked a little conspicuous draped over her shoulders, so with her approval he buried her in snow and left only a small space open for her to peer through. Halfway into the morning she was apparently cozy enough to fall asleep, but Papyrus didn’t mind. He could keep watch in the meantime.

It was just after Grillby unlocked his door for the morning that a trio of kids ran up—a pair of bunnies and a little reptilian child. They greeted the fire monster brightly, and he nodded to them before letting them stumble in. Papyrus prodded Undyne in her side, and she yelped—he’d forgotten he had particularly sharp digits now—but it got the message across. She tossed the blanket aside, shedding snow as she stood.

“Okay. You ready to do this?”

“I was born ready!” Papyrus replied, crouching in anticipation.

“Okay! I want you to stay back and track behind us while I get the kids to take me to the flower. I don't want anything to go unnoticed, so you'll keep an eye on the whole thing. Understand?”

“Oh… Yes! What a cunning plan! We will soon learn the truth with you at the helm!”

“Heck yeah! Alright, shh, here they come.”

The kids skipped from Grillby's, each with a small bag in their arms—or, in the little reptilian child’s case, their mouth. Papyrus could smell the grease from here, and regretted having such a powerful sense of smell in this form. At least it would make them easy to follow. He watched them trot down the street towards Waterfall, giggling and chatting to each other as they walked, discussing what they’d do with the extra money they were making. So, someone really was paying them to buy bad decisions…

Undyne waited until they were a bit further down the road to make her move, stepping out from the sidelines to follow them. Papyrus stayed within the trees, swift and silent on his feet as he trailed them, wondering where all this would lead.

“Hey guys!” Undyne called, waving casually to the trio as she caught up with them just outside Waterfall. They turned to face her, and the reptile dropped their bag on account of their jaw falling open.

“Oh my gosh! Yo! It’s Undyne!” the child exclaimed in a stunned whisper. “Act cool, she’s only the most awesome monster in the whole Underground!”

The bunnies exchanged looks, but smiled politely as the captain approached.

“You kids off to have a picnic?” she began, and the little ones milled around a bit before one of the bunnies answered.

“Um, no…”

“Really? Can I ask where you're taking those burgers then?”

The reptilian was quick to answer. “There’s this flower guy who loves ‘em! But his roots keep him from going inside Grillby’s, plus it's too cold for him in Snowdin anyway, so he has to ask us kids to get ‘em for him! We’re helping our fellow monsters, just like you want us to!”

“Good job,” Undyne said proudly. “Hey, I kinda want to meet this guy. Think I could tag along?”

“Um, I guess so?” the other bunny answered, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s nothing real special.”

The kids led the way with Undyne in tow, and Papyrus couldn’t help but feel hopeful. He kept just out of sight as they wound through the dark, damp halls of Waterfall, crossed the bridge, and came to a field of echo flowers. Amid the whispering expanse of eerie blue, there was a bright spot of yellow. It was a flower with face, stretched with a cheery smile.

“Howdy kids!” the flower chirped brightly. “Oh boy, you brought a new friend! Could this be the Undyne you’ve told me so much about?”

“It totally is!” the reptilian answered gleefully, dropping their bag again as they hopped. “She wanted to meet you! You’re sooo lucky!”

“I sure am!” the plant replied, but Papyrus thought there was something just a bit off in his expression. “And hey, looks like you brought everything else too!”

“Here you go, mister Flowey,” one of the bunnies said as the trio handed their bags over. “You must like burgers a whole lot if you eat so many. Doesn’t your momma tell you you’ll get sick if you eat too much of them?”

“Well, you wanna know something real sad? Flowers don’t exactly have moms,” Flowey replied, and the children gasped sadly.

“Yo, you never had a mom?!”

“That is so sad…”

“Miss Undyne, did you know he didn’t have a momma?!”

Undyne sighed. “Not everyone’s that lucky. You guys run home and hug your moms extra hard, okay?”

“Okay!” the trio chorused.

“Hey, but enough of that for now!” Flowey spoke again. “You guys have been a big help! Here’s your tip, hee hee!”

He tossed each of the kids a little sack of gold using a thin vine, and the three ran off, giggling and waving. Undyne stayed behind, as did Flowey. The two eyed one another for a moment, until Undyne broke the quiet.

“Listen, I won’t keep you long, but I came with those kids because I need to ask you something. I need to know if you’ve seen or know the whereabouts of a man named Sans. He’s a skeleton monster about yea tall, and tends to wear a blue jacket and black shorts. Know him?”

“Hmm…” Flowey tapped a vine to his chin. “Doesn’t sound familiar. Can I ask why you’re looking for him? Did he do something bad?”

“No. He went missing about two weeks ago, and we were given the impression you might know something,” Undyne replied, folding her arms.

“Who told you that? I’m just a flower, I don’t get out much,” Flowey replied, looking offended.

“Well… from what we’ve heard, that’s when you started asking those kids to get burgers for you, and they happen to be Sans’ favorite.”

“...That’s your lead? Really?” Flowey scoffed as he reached into the closest bag to unwrap a burger and bit into it. “Listen. I’m stuck out here in Waterfall. It took me forever to come across anything like Grillby’s cooking, and now, I can’t get enough of it. Can you really blame me for asking my fellow monsters to help a guy out? Is that so wrong?”

“Well, no,” Undyne huffed. “But—”

“Listen, I’m sorry to hear about this Sans guy, and I hope you find him. But I just really like these burgers. I had no idea he liked them too—hey, I can’t blame him, hee hee! I’ll let you know if I see anything, but this is the first I’ve even heard of him,” Flowey said, tilting his head in a shrug before taking another bite. Undyne pursed her lips.

“Well, thanks, I guess. Sorry to bother you. Let the Guard know if you do find anything.”

She marched away with brows furrowed, and Papyrus lingered to watch Flowey just a bit longer. Flowey waited until she was definitely out of the room to spit his mouthful of food out, his lip curled as he glared in her direction. Then he gathered up the bags with his vines and disappeared into the earth.

Papyrus went from feeling disappointed to terrified.

His magic pulsing through him in a panicked rush, he left his spot in the shadows to investigate where Flowey had vanished. He found a small mound of upturned soil and no other physical signs, but there was a smell. Not the smell of fresh grease from Grillby’s, nor the scent of clammy mud and grass, though all were present. No, this was a smell that made his magic coil so tensely in his chest he thought it might burst, a smell that made him shiver from skull to tailtip at its presence.

It was the faint smell of earthy bone and stale ketchup.

Flowey was a liar.

Flowey was, very often, not a good person and wouldn’t even try sometimes. Papyrus had hoped that with the dearth of resets lately he might have given up on playing with everyone’s lives, but it seemed this was not the case. He still hoped, naturally, that one day Flowey would make the right choice, but with him acting the way he had, and Sans being how he was now…

Papyrus groaned. Maybe Sans was happy. He was alive, at least, and even if Flowey had him trapped somewhere, somehow, he was getting out of work, probably napping a lot and being brought his favorite food. He’d said himself that was all Sans really needed… Maybe Sans just didn’t want to come home after all. He hoped it was like that.

“Papyrus…?” Undyne’s voice echoed from down the corridor, and he perked up. He glanced back down at the little clump of dirt where Flowey had been, and pushed his heartbreak aside. If Sans was happy somewhere, then so was he. He heaved a sigh, and trotted to catch up with his captain.

"Did you see something?" Undyne asked when he caught up, and he glanced around before answering in a low voice.

"No, not a thing! How frustrating," he huffed. "I suppose there's nothing for it but to keep waiting. However long that is..."

Undyne considered his words, then turned to him with a grin. "Hey! Rather than stay cooped up in your house again, how about you come over to mine? You know, for a sleepover."

Papyrus blinked. "Really?"

"Sure! I also know a couple spots where NO ONE ever comes, so we can hang out there and you don't have to worry about being seen. That'd be pretty nice, right?"

Papyrus was taken aback. "Well, certainly, b-but--are you sure that's proper? F-for you? There's etiquette and such, I read it in the Royal Guard handbook handbook."

"Psh, I don't care about what's proper! All that etiquette stuff is a TOTAL DRAG! AND! I'M THE CAPTAIN! I DECIDE WHAT RULES TO ENFORCE! And I say SCREW 'EM! I care about my friend, who's been stuck alone in his house for way too long. It'll be fun!"

Papyrus hemmed and hawed. Was it really okay...? Undyne thought so, and after everything today he wasn't sure he could take being alone another night. She had called him her friend... he almost couldn't believe it... But he knew he shouldn't stay by himself again. "Um... well... alright. It does sound nice."

"HECK yeah it does!" Undyne beamed, punching him in the shoulder playfully. "Now come on, I dunno about you but we've been out long enough. Let's head back to my place."

Papyrus let her lead the way along the winding corridors and yawning chasms of Waterfall until they reached the quiet corner where Undyne's house sat. He followed her in and immediately slipped on the ceramic tile floor, his legs sliding out from under him with a scrape. He groaned, and Undyne stifled a laugh as she helped him stand.

"I guess there is one problem with you staying here," she teased as they hobbled over to the table together. "Good thing it's not a big one!"

"Just embarrassing," Papyrus griped as he sat, carefully balancing with all four feet crammed on the chair. He drummed his claws as Undyne puttered around the kitchen, making what turned out to be tea.

"Figured something warm would be nice," she said, setting a cup before him as she joined him, and for a little while they sat quietly as it cooled. But Undyne always got contemplative when she made tea, and it wasn't long before she spoke. "You know... it's weird, but... I've gotten pretty used to you being like this. It's actually really cool."

"You mean it?" Papyrus asked, and she nodded.

"Yeah! I don't think any other monster can transform like you do, and into this awesome skeleton... beast thing? If I were a human, I'd surrender after just looking at you!"

Papyrus fidgeted. "Well, I suppose that's good..."

He didn't really want to be intimidating. That'd been what he wanted. A reason why they hadn't been allowed to change.

Apparently his discomfort was obvious, because Undyne's mood shifted. "But... being scary... that's not your style, huh? You really don't want to look like this. And it's been getting to you, and now Sans too... Maybe I'm way off, but I get the feeling... this isn't really something you want, and it's actually kind of serious."

"It's nothing to be worried about!" Papyrus uttered quickly. "I'm fine! I just miss my fashions, and my dashing good looks, and holding things like a person who doesn't have sharp claws! And fitting in my bed without having to fold myself up, and going grocery shopping, and not being trapped in my own home, and--and--"

"Hey, easy there," Undyne soothed, extending a hand across the table. "I know it's been rough on you, and Sans being gone hasn't helped. But we'll find him, and you'll get through this. Uh... hey! We should go shopping together sometime! There's whole sections for monsters with your body type, you've got all kinds of options open now. That sounds fun, right?"

Papyrus managed a laugh. "I suppose. I... I guess I ought to consider the fact this is my life now..."

He didn't want to give up. He wasn't going to! He just... had to accept that for the foreseeable future, this was how things would be. He'd said as much to Sans, hadn't he? That they should embrace all that they were? As much as he wanted to go back to his other form... he should just accept this one for now.

"That's a good idea, Undyne. Thank you. I think I should just forget worrying about it."

Undyne smiled, though not as widely as she liked to. "That might be the best idea. I also think... we should get some rest. We sorta stayed up most of the night."

She squinted for a moment.

"And now that I think about it, we didn't really need to. It's not like those kids were gonna show up at 3am..."

Papyrus chuckled. "Nyeh heh, but we were ready! Who knows! Maybe they had planned a daring escapade, sneaking out from under their parent's noses to acquire illicit grease!"

"Well, they wouldn't have gotten very far, considering Grillby's was closed by then."

"That's! A fair point. Whatever, we still had fun!"

Undyne grinned. "Yeah we did. But, I'm pretty worn out from all that, and I've still gotta patrol later, so we should rest."

"I suppose. I'm not sleepy, but... Some time to 'chill' might be nice..."

"Sounds good to me. I'm gonna take a nap, you can hang out here. Help yourself to any snacks, I don't mind."

"Okay. I will be polite about it, not to worry! Now, if it were Sans, you might..." he started to joke, but sadness overcame him. "Sans... I hope he's really okay..."

"I'm sure he's fine, wherever he is," Undyne replied, the slightest edge to her voice. "Come on, let's relax and not worry about things for a bit. You're not gonna find him any faster by stressing."

He let her take the lead again, helping her lay some spare blankets on the floor so he wasn't constantly sliding around and had a place to lay down if he wanted. But once she retired to her room, he was left in the quiet of her home. And there was nothing to keep his thoughts from echoing louder and louder within his skull.

Where was Sans? Was Flowey really responsible for his disappearance? What did he want with him anyway? If he was handling this so poorly, how was Sans holding up? Would he be alright? It hadn't been too long since he left, but in the state of mind he'd been in, and how stressed they'd been before--it had only taken him a few days to slip into old habits. Even without Flowey interfering, would Sans still...?

Papyrus curled up in the blankets and shivered as quietly as he could.

At breakfast the next day, Undyne let him know he could stay as long as he wanted, and he agreed--it was a major improvement over staying in his home alone. But as generous as Undyne's offer was, her house was even smaller than his and it only took a couple days for him to get antsy again. She came back from a shift to find him attempting to walk on the ceiling using blue magic, and her startled shout broke his concentration. He fell most of the way before catching himself and floating the rest, landing deftly on his feet. He fidgeted sheepishly under her perplexed gaze before explaining.

"I. Um. Was very bored."

Undyne blinked, and rubbed her forehead with a finger as she stepped the rest of the way into her house. "I can tell, but now there's claw marks in the plaster."

"Sorry."

"Hah! It actually looks rad, so don't worry about it. But geez, I guess being cooped up in one house isn't much better than being cooped up in another. Do I need to get you like, a chew toy or something?"

Papyrus lowered his brows. "That sounds nice... and I hate it."

"Gotcha. I just know it helps the dogs stay focused on a slow shift. I could check some stuff out of the library?"

"I've already read most of my books back home, I don't know if I want to read more..." Papyrus sighed, laying down dejectedly. "I want to do things..."

Undyne frowned. "Man, I really hate seeing you like this... And you're dead-set on not going outside?"

"Not where anyone can see," Papyrus huffed. "If Sans were here, he could just take me somewhere with a shortcut... but I guess he had better things to do."

"Hey, I know he's happy to slack off and ditch anything that looks like work, but I don't believe for a second he'd completely abandon you," Undyne snapped. "He's out there somewhere, and we'll find him--but for now, you're getting out of the house."

"How?!"

"I told you, I know some spots that are way out of the way--no one'll ever see you. I usually use 'em to train.. or.... um... reenact scenes from human history stuff Alphys has shown me... But! It's perfect! I've got another patrol in a bit, so we can head over now and you can hang out there until I'm done. How's that sound?"

Papyrus mulled it over. "And you promise no one will see?"

Undyne nodded firmly. "You have my word. C'mon, let's get some snacks and stuff for you and get going."

"Um... maybe I will take that chew toy too. Just in case."

Undyne beamed, and together they packed a small sling of supplies. Together, they snuck furtively through passages and halls before coming to a grotto leading up a cliff face. Undyne rolled her shoulders, then vaulted up the walls, quickly scaling them; after only a few moments of consideration, Papyrus followed her, leaping most of the way before digging in with his claws and hauling himself the rest of the way up. They traversed another passage, ducking stalactites and squeezing through when the passage narrowed to a fraction of its original width. It was clear why no one ever came this way--it was a hassle just to get through.

But finally the hall opened into a sizable cavern, illuminated by massive spires of glowing crystals, and a still lake filled one side towards the back. A cliff thrust dramatically over the water, and Papyrus instantly knew Undyne used it to practice monologues. No wonder she liked this spot.

"We're here!" she said cheerfully, spinning on her heel to face him as she gestured at the scenery. "I've explored every cranny of this place. There are no other offshoots of any tunnels, and it's so far away no one can hear you scream as you reach your next power level. You can do whatever you want here!"

"Thank you for showing it to me, Undyne. But now I know this secret about you," Papyrus teased.

"And if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you," Undyne replied, a smile still on her face.

"I gladly accept!"

Undyne coughed laughing. "Oh my god! Papyrus!"

"Not to worry, Undyne, I only jest! I would never tell anyone your secrets. I'd say my lips are sealed, but I don't have any!"

Undyne burst out laughing again, and Papyrus waved his tail from side to side--joking around with Undyne always made him feel better. It was too bad she had to leave, but she had a job to do.

"Well hey, I gotta head out, but we'll hang out here after I'm done, okay?" she promised, and he watched her go feeling optimistic. He still hated having to stay away from everyone, but... at least this place was big enough to run around in.

He turned to study the cavern once more--then unhooked the sling of goodies from his spines and took off, dashing around the room, splashing through the shallows of the lake, climbing the rock formations only to leap and take off again. Oh, to run and jump and move again, why, he could just--

He opened his jaws wide to let a beam of pure magic sear through the air. He snapped his mouth shut and skidded to a halt in surprise--oh. Too soon. He'd have to get a better handle on that one for sure.

Heaving a sigh, Papyrus shook himself out with a clatter and paced over to the sling he'd left on the cave floor. Pulling it open with claws and teeth, he eyed the chew toy--a little rubber newspaper--and picked it up before walking over to the lakeside and laying down. Despite his initial reluctance to take it, it had occurred to him that if he really was going to work to accept his form as it was, he might as well indulge some of the instincts he had. It was surprisingly satisfying to squeeze the rubber between his teeth as he thought, and it helped with the general fidgetiness he'd been feeling of late.

No wonder the dogs liked this kind of thing. It was actually pretty calming.

Eventually, he lost interest though. He set the toy aside and wandered over to the other things they'd packed. Snacks... no, he wasn't hungry. He pushed a can of peanuts away, and it rolled with a clatter... He looked at it pointedly and pushed it again, harder. It rolled further and he hopped to give chase, batting and pawing at it, sending it spinning across the cave floor. He pounced on it--and it skidded from under his claws right into the lake. He went after it, but it was too late--it had already sunk out of sight. He lashed his tail in frustration, his toy gone--but a flash of white beneath the water's surface caught his eye.

He crept to the edge--and was soon entertaining himself by chasing eyeless cave fish around the shallows, summoning tiny bone mazes and watching as they wove through the obstacles to avoid him. But eventually they fled to the depths where he feared to tread, and he left the water to shake and dry off. Oh, that chewy thing looked fun again.

A sound caught his attention--one that wasn't made by him. It felt like a really long time since there'd been any sounds, and he rose into a low crouch as he listened to it draw near. A hard, clanking sound, something big--wait, he knew what it was! A friend! He'd play with them.

"Papyrus! I'm back!" Undyne called into the cavern, and was immediately tackled from behind. She rolled onto her back and kicked, sending her assailant flying with a yelp. She got to her feet, already beaming. "Hah! You thought you could pull one over on ME?! I'm the Captain of the Royal freakin' Guard, punk!"

Papyrus had risen as well, and fixed her with a daring look--before taking off across the room, only to circle back and bark at her when she didn't follow.

"What, you think this is a GAME?!" she bellowed, and took off after him. They wove around the room, throwing out bones and spears alike to try tripping each other up; Undyne was fast, but on four legs, Papyrus was faster and ran circles around her, sometimes stopping just out of reach as if to taunt her.

Wait. Why wasn't he just taunting her?

"Dude, Papyrus, timeout," she called, slowing to a jog. Papyrus continued to trot around her mockingly. She scowled, and cast a spear horizontally in his path--he leapt over it easily and didn't slow down at all, jumping over it again as he circled back around. "Oh come on!"

He trilled something that almost sounded like "nyeh heh heh", and Undyne squinted.

"Uh, Papyrus...? Why aren't you talking?"

Finally, he seemed to slow down, and confusion danced briefly on his face. But then he went back to trotting at full speed, that mischievous look back on his face.

Undyne frowned, and brandished another spear. With a wave, Papyrus' soul flashed green, and he was suddenly locked in place. He gave a playful growl as he spun to face her, tail lashing. Light gathered in his jaws--Undyne lunged forward, wrapping her hand around his muzzle. His eyes went wide in surprise, and white-hot sparks shot from between his teeth as he coughed on his unfired beam. Undyne let him go, and he spluttered for a bit more before shaking himself out and staring at the ground.

"Ahem. Oh dear."

"Papyrus?"

He looked up at her. "Yes."

Undyne made a face at him. "Did you forget how to talk or something?"

Papyrus winced. "Um. Maybe a little."

"How does that even happen? Are you okay?" Undyne asked, and Papyrus shook himself out again before sitting and staring at his feet.

"It's so easy sometimes," he uttered, and she lowered a brow.

"To forget how to talk?"

"To forget how to person."

Undyne grimaced. "Is that... part of your... um. Transformation?"

Papyrus shrugged. "A little, I guess. There are some things that just make more sense, like this. Like, how to smell things, how to chase... It's like parts of my brain wake up--or would, if I had a brain. But, it's like other parts want to sleep. Ones that... supposedly are less useful."

Undyne saw the subtle shiver that ran through him.

But Papyrus quickly puffed his chest out. "But it's fine! They only want to sleep, and I don't sleep! I slipped up a little bit today, but that's okay! I'm still me!"

"Yeah you are," Undyne affirmed, punching him lightly in the shoulder and knocking him off balance. "Still, should I, uh, be worried about it?"

"No! Because you'll be able to break me out of it! You're great at breaking things!"

"Heck yeah! Don't worry Papyrus, I've got your back," Undyne reassured him. "You ready to head home?"

"Yes! I think I'm in sore need of some bad television. Just the thing to take my mind off losing my mind!"

"Papyrus, oh my god."

It was much later, long after Undyne had gone to bed, that Papyrus let himself think about what had happened. It was unsettling how easily he'd given in to instinct today. And sure, he was trying to accept himself for what he was, and that meant accepting those instincts too. But until he was used to engaging all parts of his mind equally--as easily as he'd once exchanged one form for another--it was too easy to slip firmly into what he had wanted him to be. Was it really their training that made it so alluring, or was it something intrinsic about this form that made acting on instinct so easy...?

He really had to wonder how Sans was doing on that front.

The doctor had had him the longest, pushed him the hardest. He'd never been able to mold him into the perfectly obedient weapon he desired, but he'd worn him down until there was little left but his instincts, and that was almost as good in the doctor's eyes. Papyrus had managed to encourage him to reclaim the full range of his senses and intelligence, but it hadn't been easy, and Sans had relapsed many times before they'd finally sent the doctor to his fate.

But they weren't in the lab anymore; wherever Sans was, Papyrus had doubts it was nearly as harsh.