#this was such as weet ask to get thank u so much

[chrisrainicorn]

hi I feel weird asking and sorry if it's a bother but I don't really use social media at all so I have no idea if you've already talked about this

Ive been following your stories for a bit on fanfic.net and I love arkos but I was curious if you were going to start writing again?

And if not did you have any idea how you and porter were going to end underdog?

Also I've found some free time myself recently so I've started trying to write my own fic and I'd like to thank you for inspiring me to do that its your stories I think of when I think about rwby so thanks.

Omg hi sorry for taking so long to reply! I barely check the inbox here bc I've been more active on my sideblog now, this "main" blog kinda of became a reblog dump owo''

It's so wonderful to hear my stories motivate you! :'0 that's how i started too, someone else's writing motivated me. So the chain continues! I hope you have a great time with your own stories! Good luck!

Now, about writing again, in general? It depends, writing takes a lot of energy from me, and its something i do only when I'm EXTREMELY inspired. RWBY hit the spot for me for a long time, and then I lost interest in the show, and after that, I only wrote one more fic for my current fandom (its posted only on AO3). For me to write, I have to have that perfect combination of fixation, hype, ideas and motivation that happens only once a blue moon :P

Underdog was completely 100% planned until the end actually! I put more details under the read more.

We had the story outlined until its final moments. We just didn't continue bc life, the pandemic, and the lack of interest in the fandom that eventually came to us. In the second half of the story, Jaune would find a way to tell everyone about Aurum, this eventually leads to them signing up for a dog show so they can confront Aurum in person, shenanigans ensues, they confront Aurum there and win in the end. ALSO dog Jaune would eventually prevent the fall of Beacon by a series of coincidences :P (his dog sense of smell and hearing is very helpful) There's a wacky final battle, somehow Salem's plans are ruined by some meddling kids and their dog. Jaune would eventually turn back by getting full control of his aura/semblance. Aurum's dogs would be confiscated and they would adopt one and help organize a fair to find homes for the others. Arkos would happen. It would be the end of this silly and fun story!

[nightfang22]

The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Three

A/N:I hope you're all enjoying and remember gently that I did write this when i was a teenager so it may not be the best.A special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all the support and adoration you have for my work.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.6k

"Female lead vocalist?" I tilted my head in confusion. These were not words that I was familiar with. Tord cleared his throat and translated for me. "Je zou in onze band zingen. Ons belangrijkste evenement, als u wilt." ("You would be singing in our band. Our main event, if you will.") I gulped. "Ik weet het niet. Ik kan nog niet eens goed Engels spreken." ("I don't know. I can't even speak proper English yet.") Tord smiled and laughed. "Het is maar goed dat de meeste van onze liedjes Norsk zijn. En wat er ook in het Engels is, ik zal het je leren. Het zal gemakkelijker worden door de voortgang van onze bijlessessies, dat beloof ik." ("Well, it's a good thing that most of our songs are in Norwegian. And whatever is in English, I will teach you. It will become easier through the progression of our tutoring sessions, I promise.")  I chewed on my lip in thought. I wasn't completely fluent in Norsk but it was so close to Dutch that it couldn't be that hard to pick up on, right? And this seemed like it would be lots of fun. As I continued to contemplate, I heard Patryk gasp. Looking up at him, I saw him faint. That's when I tasted it. Blood. I had bit my lip so hard in thought that I must've accidentally bit through it. I ran my thumb across my bottom lip, smearing the ruby liquid on my finger. Shrugging, I licked it off like it was nothing. I looked at Tord and Paul. Paul was tending to the passed out Pat while Tord was still looking at me expectantly. He was waiting for an answer. Finally, I smiled and nodded once. The grin that broke out on Tord's face was adorable. It wasn't the usual cocky smirk I've seen all day. It was a real, goofy teenage boy smile.

Tord and I sat at his desk in his room as he tried to get me to comprehend the concept of cheese. "Okay, okay. It's like…chewy milk?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the left. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tord sighed. "Not quite but, you're getting closer." I rubbed my eyes and yawned sleepily. Tord turned his attention back to me, swiveling in his chair. "You're tired? Perhaps we should take a break." I could only manage a nod as I looked at the clock. It was half passed eight. My eyes bulged. "Faen! I'm late for dinner! Frost is going to kill me!" I yelped. I started hyperventilating. Tord put his hand on my shoulder and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Nei, he won't. I'll take you home and explain everything to your family. I'm sure that you're parents will be pleased with you making such a nice new friend." There it was again. That smirk. For his sake and mine, I hoped to Thor he was right. We hopped in his car and he drove me home. I gave him directions and it looked as though we didn't live terribly far from each other. At least cycling distance. We pulled up in front of my house. It wasn't much of a spectacle. It was painted a pretty shade of peach on the outside and it was two stories. Mine and Frost's rooms were on the second floor while our parents stayed on the ground floor. He got out and opened the door for me. He squeezed my wrist in reassurance but I was still very afraid. I opened the door slowly and walked to the kitchen, hoping that I hadn't missed dinner after all. Turns out, I was right on time. Papi was just setting the table and Moeder was pulling desert out of the oven. I internally sighed with relief. That's when a cough was heard behind me. I turned around to see Frost standing there with his arms crossed and glaring at Tord. "Nearly late." His Dutch accent pooled venom in his words. "But I'm home now. So you can chill." I muttered under my breath. "Papi, Moeder, Dette er min venn Tord. Kan han bli til middag?" ("Dad, Mother, This is my friend Tord. Can he stay for dinner?") My mother had this small smile on her face as she looked over at my father. He looked Tord up and down from head to toe before motioning for us to sit at the table. Tord took a seat next to me and Frost sat on my other side, glaring at his plate. I cleared my throat. "Um…could we maybe speak in English at dinner tonight? It would really help me practice." I looked around at everyone praying to Loki that I had used the right words. My parents beamed at me as they nodded their heads with excitement.

The usual dinner conversations began. My parents spent most of dinner asking Tord questions about himself, his family, his hobbies, etc. When Tord mentioned that he was in a band, my father's eyes sparkled. Oh no. Here it comes. I looked over at Frost and he looked over at me as we sank into our seats lowly as our father began recounting the days of his mariachi band 'The Cobras'. "Papi, you're embarrassing me." I mumbled. Tord just chuckled as he saw my bright pink complexion. "So, Tord. What kind of band are you in?" My father asked. It was Tord's turn to get excited. A grin broke out across his face as he started talking about his Norski rock band. I tuned in when I heard Tord say my name. "And Lyric has so kindly agreed to be our lead vocalist. They have an excellent voice. You have one talented star on your hands Mr. and Mrs. Aries." Tord said, smiling. It was a genuine smile. I could even see a gap in his two front teeth that I'd never noticed before. It was kind of cute, if I'm honest. I blushed at the thought. My parents beamed at the compliment. "Please, you can call us mom and dad if you like. Any friend of Lyric's is family." My mother threw in. I hid my face by pushing my frijoles around with a fork and looking down. "Mom." I whined through my teeth. This only managed to make Tord chuckle more. "So, you're part of a band now, Paardebloem. That's pretty exciting!" Moeder tried changing the subject once she realized I was flushed and embarrassed. Tord smirked at me a quirked a brow up. "Paardebloem?" I bit my lip which was still sore from earlier. I could only nod. "We call them that because they loved dressing up as a paardebloem when they were a little kid." My mother supplied. My face's shade visibly darkened. "So, do you guys have a practice schedule or anything?" Tord nodded. "Every day after school from 3 to 7. And I'm tutoring Lyric in English so that could always take place after until about 9 if that's alright." Frost looked as if he was about to interject when my father butted in. "Absolutely! You keep them as late as you want! I'm just glad they are finally leaving the house!" My father laughed. My brother's jaw dropped. "But Dad! They're teenagers! They could be lying! What if he's just trying to use her? He's no good, Pops!" My jaw dropped at his words. "Jij klootzak!" ("You son of a bitch!") I stood abruptly. Tears were beginning to well in my eyes. My brother had never acted to rudely before. The Frost I know couldn't even hurt a fly let alone call someone he just met 'no good' or a 'liar'. "Papi, Moeder. May we be excused?" I held back a sniffle as a tear ran down my left cheek, tracking black eyeliner with it. My father looked taken aback by Frost and looked to my mother. She was tight lipped but nodded. Frost went to stand and Papi's hand shot out to grab his wrist across the table. "Not you, young man. We need to have a serious talk about your behavior and how it's affecting your sibling." He said sternly. Frost glared but nodded, returning to his chair.

As I turned to head towards the front door, Tord's wrist in my hand, my mother spoke up. "Why don't you show Tord around, Paardebloem? You can show him your studio if you'd like?" My face flushed pink. I softly smiled while nodding. I detached from Tord to give my mother a hug. She rubbed my back comfortingly and gave me one last squeeze before whispering in my ear. "Just don't be too hard on your legs, okay?" I nodded softly as I pressed a kiss into her hair. She let me go and I asked Tord if he'd like a tour. He nodded and I looped my arm in his, starting for the living room. "So this is the living room. That's my Papi's recliner," I pointed to the periwinkle velvet chair in front of the tv, "and that's my Moeder's loveseat." I gestured to the purple mini couch next to the bookshelf filled with Dutch romance novels. "What's that?" Tord asked. I turned my head to see what he was talking about. He was staring at the wall of family photos. I tugged him over to it. 'This is what my Papi refers to as "The Aries Family Wall of Fame'. Anybody important enough to be on this wall is drilled into our family forever." I looked up at Tord. He was looking at all of the photos of my family. We all looked quite a lot alike. I noticed his eyes straying back to one specific photo. "Who's this?" He asked. I peered closer at the photo. It was my little sister, TJ. "Oh, that's my little sister. She died when she was one." I said. He looked apologetic. I shook my head. "It’s okay. I was only four when it happened and I barely remember it. Come on. There's more to see." I pulled him all around the house. I showed him my mom's office where she spends all day writing her novels, my dad's piano room, my brother's indoor batting cage, etc. That's when we came to my room. Honestly, I was kind of nervous to show Tord my room. I mean this is my sanctuary. It represents everything that I am in one room. I took a deep breath as we entered. "And this is my room." I walked in before him and outstretched my arms. He looked around the room almost fondly. Tord observed the posters and framed sketches on my wall. "These are incredible. Your room is really nice." He complimented. "Thank you but we're not done yet." I grabbed his hand and led him to a ladder under a hatch on the ceiling. He looked at me quizzically as I grinned. I pulled down the hatch and climbed up the ladder, motioning for him to follow. We were now in what looked to be an observatory. All rounded glass doming is what constructed the room and everywhere you looked there was some type of artistic medium. There were easels and canvases and paint. There was a computer for digital art. There was a mic stand and amps with a DJ set up. Anything artistic that you could think of, I had it. "This is my studio." I said. I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of my mic set up and Tord joined me, looking around the room in awe. "This is amazing. You must spend a lot of time here, yeah?" I nodded my head looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "It's the one thing that no one can ever take away from me." I looked at Tord and he was looking at me with a soft smile. "I'm surprised that your english is so good." I nodded my head. "These are all words that Frost has used with me before." Then I remembered his actions downstairs and at school. "Also I'm really sorry that he was so rude to you. He's not usually like that." I looked at my hands in my lap. Tord came over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in. "Hey, it's okay. Really. People usually have a bad first impression of me. I'm used to it." I looked up at him and he was really close. Subconsciously, I leaned in closer for a better look. I hadn't noticed before but Tord had a light dusting of freckles across his cheeks. He had a pretty sharp jawline as well. His eyes were a gorgeous silver color in the direct light. He was beautiful. I felt his hand find it's way into my hair and he started to lean in. His eyes were heavily lidded and he mumbled something in Norwegian. "Hm?"

There was a knock on the hatch and we broke apart. I opened it to see Frost. "Ja?" I asked. He looked from me to Tord with distrustful eyes. Frost had never looked at me like that before. It was almost scary. "Mom and dad say it's time for Tord to go but you have permission to go to his house or he can come here as much as you both would like." He grumbled as he climbed back down my ladder. I looked at Tord apologetically. He waved a dismissive hand. "It is pretty late and a school night. I'll see you in class tomorrow?" He asked as he walked back downstairs with me. I nodded. "Yeah, want me to walk you to your car?" I asked. He nodded and said his goodbyes to my brother and my parents. Frost just crossed his arms and huffed while my father shook his hand happily and my mother hugged him, telling him he could come by as much as he'd like and that he was such a nice young man and that we'd make adorable babies. "Moeder!" I grabbed Tord's hand dragging him out of the house as fast as I could. We walked up to his car and he looked at me. It was silent for a second. He cleared his throat. "I uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Lyric." He waved before climbing in his car. That's when something hit me. "Wait!" He turned to look at me. "When we were upstairs, in my studio. You said something but I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He chuckled. Walking closer to me, he put one hand on my cheek while the other held my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I said, 'Pokker, du er vakker, løvetann'." ("Damn you're beautiful, dandelion.") That's when he did it. He leaned in, closing his eyes, and kissed me. It was my first kiss. My eyes fell shut as I kissed back. He tasted like cinnamon and spice. The kiss ended all too soon for my liking. "I'll see you tomorrow, løvetann~." And with that, he got in his car and drove away. I walked back inside to see that my mom was grinning at me. Before she could bombard me with questions, I ran up to my room. I flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Tord.

Tord: Yes, I still have your bike and yes, I'm picking you up for school tomorrow. You won't be biking to school ever again if I have anything to say about it. ;)

I giggled and just sent back a smiley face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[btxtreads]

👓 seesaw 🕶

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: EUPHORIA (Part 2)

↳ Pairing: Yeonjun/Soobin (?) x Reader

↳ word count: 1.4k words

↳ rating: R-18 

↳ genre: fluff, smut

↳ warning: sighs. ok. fingering, marking, possessive stuff, they’re very annoying and cheesy while stripping each other, tbh it’s just rlly fast bc i wanna write in love porn but ok, he went in raw but she’s on birth control does that count as unprotected? wrap it before u tap it thooooo, there’s mentions of getting tied up and hitting from the back but i didnt write that down lmaoooooooo. I tried to make this as vanilla as possible but Soobin daddy yk what I mean??? There’s not even a blowjob im sad. Anywayz,,,,,, this is the weet woot beep boop dont read if ur babie

They didn’t get very far.

In fact, they were both thankful Soobin’s family had a beach house or else they would have probably been sprawled out on the sea shore by now.

Y/N whimpered as her back bounced on the bed from where Soobin gently plopped her down.

The boy marvelled at the dark purple marks blooming on her neck as he approached, knees caging her body in between his.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Soobin groaned as he climbed on top of her—hands settling on her blouse.

With one swift move, his hands curled around the collars and ripped it apart.

Y/N gaped as the buttons of her expensive blouse flew in various directions.

The boy above her paid no mind that he just ruined one of the first ever clothes he chose for her, and the fact that it was so expensive, and just pulled the shirt open.

He hummed as he leaned down to grope one of her breasts and lay a small kiss on her clavicle.

“Bin—This was my favorite shirt,” Y/N whined as Soobin’s hands snaked under her bra.

“I’ll get you a new one,”

“Yeah, but you got me this one,” Y/N pouted as Soobin smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Well, you got me now,” Soobin chuckled.

Y/N smiled, hands reaching up to grasp his face and pulling him down to meet her lips.

Soobin smiled against her lips, hands moving to pull her blouse and her bra off of her figure—swiftly followed by her skirt until she had nothing to cover her but the thin cloth of her panties.

“You’re still in your clothes, baby,” Y/N groaned, tugging on the buckle of his belt as he kneeled over her torso. “Let me take that off for you,”

Soobin chuckled happily as he tore his shirt off, letting the girl underneath him fumble with the loops of his belt.

As soon as she pulled away, his long leather belt in her hands, he quickly shifted out of his denim pants and settled himself over her—a big bulge in his boxers—as he latched himself on her breasts.

Under the comfort offered by the night and the presence of each other, both teens re-familiarized themselves with the feelings and emotions they both shared with one another.

He pulled off her the thin, damp cloth covering her core, taking a sharp intake of breath as his fingers softly landed on her bud.

“Soobin, please,” She groaned, eyes closing as she felt the first surges of pleasure making it’s way through her body. “Please, please.”

“What?” He asked nonchalantly, a shit-eating grin on his face as if his fingers didn’t press harder on her clit—figure-eights being drawn harder and harder.

“Let me—fingers—go in—�� She spoke in broken sentences, teeth biting down on her lower lip before her eyes flew open.

Her hands clutched on the white linen under her body, her hooded, pleasure-filled eyes locking up with the boy above her.

“Fingers, daddy,” She spoke. “I want your fingers.”

There was a soft hiss from Soobin before he smiled.

“Okay, princess,” He hummed before he plunged his fingers into her heat—two immediately pounding into her.

“Shi—“ Y/N squeaked, head flying back.

“Take it, baby. You can do it,” Soobin cooed, his fingers speeding up it’s motions as he added another finger into the mix. “If you can’t take this, you can’t take me. You can do it, right?”

“Y-Yes,” Y/N whimpered as Soobin’s head leaned down to place a soft kiss on her breast.

“That’s good. What a good girl. So good and tight for me,” he hummed, watching on with amusement as the girl’s body writhed beneath him. “Almost there, baby. Just let it go,”

Y/N moaned, white hot pleasure surging through her veins as Soobin pressed his thumb on her clit with a shit-eating grin on his face.

The girl could only whimper as she slowly climb down on her high—whimpering in sensitivity as Soobin continued to softly pump his fingers with his eyes trained on her core.

“Good?” He cooed as Y/N’s eyes opened again.

“So good,”

“I want to eat you out,” Soobin declared, lips pressing kisses on her neck.

“Please do,”

“Not yet,” Soobin chuckled, hands darting out to cup her face and laying a kiss on her lips. “Maybe later,”

Y/N giggled as replied with the same enthusiasm, continuing her laughter as he pulled away.

“You’re still on birth control, right?” Soobin asked, sweeping her hair out of her face.

“Yeah, Soobin,” Y/N hummed as the boy placed another kiss on her lips, slowly lining himself up with her entrance.

“Good,” Soobin nodded before immediately thrusting in, not giving her time to adjust as he adjusted her leg.

“F-Fuck,” Y/N gasped, eyes rolling back as the boy grunted. “E-Eager,”

“Sorry, I just missed you,” Soobin chuckled, groaning slightly as the girl moved her hips along with his speedy thrusts. “You’re still do fucking tight, all for me,”

“Hm, all yours,” Y/N hummed, soft moans falling out of her mouth. “Just yours,”

The boy groaned at her whimpers and grunts, watching as he slowly made her fall apart at every thrust.

It was in this moment, among many other nights, that Soobin found her the most beautiful—underneath him, singing her love for him as he sung his love out for her too.

This was it, this was his happy ending.

“Faster, faster, faster,” Y/N practically sobbed, whispering his name over and over like it was her lifeline.

“Yeah?” Soobin smiled, hands reaching up to grasp on her breasts.

“Fuck, yes.” She whimpered as Soobin slowed his thrusts, but pumped harder. “Soobin—“

“I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N looked over up at him, mouth open and eyes half-lidded as she stuttered through the pleasure-filled haze in her brain.

“I-I love you too, baby,” Y/N whimpered as she reached up to clutch his arms. “I’m so in love with you,”

Soobin smiled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Before she could move, he speeded up his thrusts once more—giving the hardest, fastest thrusts he could muster—as he pulled her legs over his neck.

“Soobin!”

The boy only chuckled huskily, fingers making her way down to her clit.

“You’re taking me so good, let go, princess.”

Feeling the tight coil inside her snap, Y/N sobbed out his name—vision turning into nothing but euphoric white.

As she tightened around him, Soobin grunted as he twitched inside of her—releasing ropes of white that painted her walls.

He rode out both of their highs, grunting in exhaustion as he softened in her core.

The girl climbed down from her pleasure-filled state, panting as she looked over at the boy.

“Hi,”

“Hey,”

She smiled as Soobin pulled out of her, laying a soft kiss on her cheek before laying his head on her chest.

“I missed that,” Soobin hummed before kissing her chest. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Y/N smiled, observing the way his body fit perfectly against hers.

His hair tickled her as he buried his head on her chest, placing soft and comforting kisses on her cleavage as he basked in the afterglow of their activities.

“I love you, Soobin,” She whispered, watching him look up at her—love and joy in his eyes.

“I love you too, so much,” He smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m so grateful that you came back to me,”

“I’ll always come back to you,”

“Why?”

Y/N smiled, laughing as the boy pouted at her in confusion.

“Well,” she hummed, sitting up and shifting herself until she’s sitting on his lap. “If you really, really love somebody, you’ll be willing to hurt yourself over and over again for her,”

Soobin smiled as the girl brushed her nose with his.

“And you did that for me, and so much more,” she giggled as the boy placed a peck on her lips. “And I realized that I’d do that for you, too, in a heartbeat. No hesitations.”

Soobin shook his head as he squeezed her waist.

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone as much as I’ve loved you,” Soobin declared, burying his head in her neck. “I love you,”

Y/N smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering confessions of love on his skin.

“So,” he started, hands roaming down to her thighs.

Y/N laughed as she felt him harden underneath her again—his hands softly kneading her ass.

“Yes, baby?”

“I wanna tie you up and take you from the back again,” Soobin said, setting her back down underneath him on the bed. “Can I?”

At Soobin’s confidence in uttering those words, Y/N laughed—nodding as she offered her arms.

“I’m all yours, daddy,”

Under the shine of the moonlight and soft whispers of his filthy praises, Y/N let herself get lost in him.

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Could i get some h/cs for UT / UF gaster and sans reaction with a s/o that leaves little hidden notes for them in books or their documents with just little 'i love you's on them? Or snacks cause gaster always forgets to est while working? Thank you!!!

{ Awww~I am more sure than before that I am unable to do fluff stuff…  I can’t escape from the jokes of any kind because they’re life —Yey, you asked for Gaster, he became one of my favourites ~ }

✎ Sansy ;

You are such a cutie pie and you leave him speechless all the time.You can see his face turns blue every time you dedicate to him some sweet words. He is not used to it so you can take advantage of this situation saying the cutest quotes possible until he faints for the embarrassment or he vanishes in his hoody. It’s a great show and you will be entertained a lot.The notes you leave are the sweetest and you hide them in the weirdest places. Sometimes, you put them in his quantum physics’ book, he uses your notes like bookmarks, and it’s something adorable. Another time, you placed it inside his hoody and he never finds them out, or you write your notes on the ketchup’s tag. One time, he found one of your messages on the side of the carton milk. You have so much inventive!He appreciates the flirty jokes you write there that are too funny but also so delicious, just like: «Hey can I follow you home? Because my parents just told me to follow my dreams», it’s never enough. You understand very well how to win his heart.«Are you from Korea? Because you could be my Seoul mate», and you don’t stop until he explodes so he can understand how people feel when he is the one to bombard them with all his jokes, «Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’m looking for!». It’s the karma, Sans. «When a penguin finds its mate they stay together for the rest of their lives. Will you be my penguin?», that’s too romantic, he disappears in his hoody.

✎ Reddy ;

At first, he is worried because you are leaving notes and little pieces of paper around the house. He threw them away without reading them because he thought it was trash. Then, Sans was afraid Papyrus would have lectured him for that mess and Sans was innocent for once. He did not want to hear his brother complaining all the time for these things. Sans could not think those notes were from you and when he found it out he remains confused and startled, he feels a perfect idiot!You should have known how paranoid Sans is and you should have known Papyrus was a total asshole, too. Better if you search for other locations for your notes.You decide to collocate them in Sans’ room and it was the safest place of the house, nobody would have junked away your stuff. Your notes contain funny and dirty jokes, it depends of your inspiration and you know how he is a naughty skeleton because sweet and fluff stuff make him uncomfortable. With him, the lascivious approach is the perfect one, « Do you even know what slut stands for? (S)weet (L)ittle (U)nforgetable (T)hing. You’re my slut!» he thought you were his slut but the joke is quite funny so he approves!«I’m a zombie, can I eat you out?» it’s luck Papyrus has never read this stuff or he would have given the two of you detention. Then, he could answer to your pick-line notes with other ones so funny and lewd, «Do you like Adele? Cause I can tell you wanna be rolling in the D.» you know what D. means, you little dirty mind since the other deep thing is yours *wink wink*.

✎ Gaster ;

You know he is a very busy skeleton and he overworks himself so much.You have to forgive him if he does not spend all the time with you, but you are such a delicious soul and you spoil him with the sweetest gestures and you are always present with your heart and it’s just enough for him.You have the habit to leave everywhere in his lab posts about your feelings because you want Gaster always to remember about your love and the sentiment you feel for him is so pure and precious. You don’t care if he pays not so much attention to you, you have not so many necessities. Sometimes, it’s just like a long-distance relationship even if the two of you live in the same house. You are content anyway.You like writing poems and romantic quotes on those notes and Gaster feels so embarrassed because he is not used to these kind lovely actions, he is the one who always acts cold and distant with persons because he is so introvert and thoughtful. He prefers stay alone with his thoughts rather than with people.Now and again, you are so worried about Gaster because he keeps ignoring his physical needs, he forgets to eat and sleep, and it’s not good for his health. You have to lecture him as if he was your child convincing him to think about himself a little more. For this reason, you leave on his desk snacks or some packed lunches so he can feed himself. When he notices your kind gestures, realizing how you care about him, he feels so guilty but so lucky at the same time. He thinks he does not deserve you because you are too special and you are a sort of saint with your kindness and patience. His soul his melting.One time, you notice him sleeping on his desk holding one of your notes like it was a treasure and you can see a blessed smile on his face.

✎ Gas ;

You are waiting for something will never come because you know with whom you’re dealing with. Not the kindest skeleton of the realm, you know it very well but you keep persevering and he keeps taking advantage of your gentleness asking to you little favours that regard experiments and researches even if you have never accepted to become his little guinea pig. You are so scared when he looks at you with that maniacal face that shows everything except of love and affection.He does not know how to define your behaviour whatever if it’s stupid or crazy, he is not so sure but they are not positive definitions anyway. Gas thinks you have a sort of Stockholm syndrome because you keep trying to conquer his heart (even if we have to understand if he has a heart), and he keeps refusing you treating you with coldness and contempt so maybe you are masochist, too. Ah, but if you love so much the taste of pain why don’t you want to be part of his experiment? You would make your beloved skeleton so happy and satisfied. Don’t you want to see the man you love happy? Are you so egoist?Sometimes, he reads the notes you leave here and there in his lab but he ignores them because his job gets all his attention.  If he even tries to compliment you saying something vaguely sweet and kind, it means he has something in mind so you have to be careful with this mad man. You have to be smart and maybe you should provoke him as well. For example, your notes should be more dulcet and devious and you should compliment his science and intelligence since his ego is so pumped, it’s like you are purring him with your devotion. He’s about to get a taste of his own medicine. Provocation and devious games are his favourite flirt techniques.