#ticklish dust sans

[danineedshelp]

So I had the urge to draw lee!dust and ler!killer sooo uhmm

This is the au where nightmare is a dad and dream is the uncle

My love for lee!dust is too real💀😭

Bro really tackled his little brother and made his hood fall off poor dusty

@badsansandstarsansticklestuff I know it isn't the fic but...hope u like? I'm still working on it😭😭

[somegrumpynerd]

Follow up to this

All jumpscares must be paid for (and sometimes your backup is too comfy to help)

[lover-of-skellies]

Imagine. Admiring the night sky with Outer, sharing a blanket and snacks. Visiting a planetarium with Sans, and seeing him genuinely interested in something for once. Play fighting with Red on his couch, and accidentally stumbling across a ticklish spot. Cooking a meal with Blue, and goofing around in the kitchen, maybe offering some tips and advice for whatever you're making. Spraying Ink with holy water and seeing him burst into flames. Coming home to a nice meal that was made for you by Axe/Horror, and telling jokes at the table. Maybe you try to feed each other, while you're at it

Imagine. Strolling along the beach with Dream, collecting shells and admiring the view of the water. Curling up against Nightmare's side on a couch in his personal library and reading whatever book he happens to be reading, while one of his tentacles curls around you instinctively and keeps you close. Sitting in the antivoid with Error and sharing chocolate, watching Undernovela together. Your pinky is loosely wrapped around his, since you've been trying to help him get accustomed to your touch. This is all he can handle so far, but you don't mind

Imagine. Taking Killer to a cat lounge for the first time, and seeing the way his eyes light up in delight when he sees the various cats roaming around. Sitting on Dust's bed and stitching up a hole in part of his jacket while he sits nearby and watches you. He doesn't talk much, but he's staring a lot, silently admiring your handiwork. When you finish, he inspects what you've done, and gives a tiny smile in approval, grateful for the help. Trying to choke the shit out of Fresh because he was annoying, but he doesn't breathe, so he continues to poke fun and laugh at you while you struggle. Buying Cross some tacos and chocolate milk, absolutely spoiling him after a long, hard day, and letting him cuddle up to you while you hold him

Imagine. Taking Geno out of the save screen and standing beside him, seeing the look of awe on his face when he sees the night sky for the first time in ages. Being friends with Reaper, despite how he frequently comes and goes, unsure when you'll see him again. You make him a friendship bracelet, and then he vanishes for months, but when you see him again after all that time has passed, he's still wearing the bracelet you'd given him as if it's a reminder of you. Going on cute dates with Lust and clothes shopping with him, showering him in genuine heartfelt compliments and seeing him smile and blush this pretty shade of purple, because with you, he's learning to love himself

[smilingangel582]

Since I got this.... hehehe I'll be writing a sequel now.

The villain strikes again! With backup...

King of the court or any sort of nickname doesn't bother him like it used to. Tobio Kageyama finds it rather a nonchalant aspect in his daily volleyball routine.

His passion to make it arouse this sense of happiness brought him to a rather obnoxious orange little guy who would annoy him to dust.

Now he just needs to set to him to they both are satisfied.

"You better concentrate, Kageyama... or the captain has something planned for you," Hinata's words brought a chill down his spine, recollecting the dares they've been doing, but specifically the captain permitting for round two.

Wearily, he began to set as many as he could to all the spikers.

None of them had forgotten Tsukishima's attack on him. Many looked like they were anticipating him to make a mistake to get his punishment.

Oh, that won't happen, never... he can't relive that again... nuh uh

He shivered now, taking a break by drinking some water. Kageyama's vision was clouded from exhaustion, particularly because he overdid his training, unlike the others... part of that was to be blamed on Tsukishima for tickling him to death.

He leaned back, now feeling his sweat beginning to bead.

"Kageyama~, you shouldn't let your guard down!" It was a sneaky voice from Nishinoya who had snuck up behind him fingers itching to get him. He straightened up and glared at the upperclassmen "Oi, Noya-san you can't do anything to me yet... its still practice..."

"Someone's dying for a play fight." Tanaka and Noya duo laughed at that, and this earned a blush, to be completely honest... he didn't mind, but he also dreaded the fact that this was against all of them and himself.

He hopes Daichi has some sort of empathy towards him... to stop them.

How was he wrong? Because he ended up digging his grave.

Constant pressure in mind made him give Hinata a set too high. In the end, the ball plopped down on the court with a silent echoing tone in depth. Reminding something sinister.

He heard cracking of knuckles and it was to his pure horror, Daichi, then the other responsible senpai-tachi (plural of senpais). They all had the looks of 'we'll teach a slow and painful lesson' and that was something terrifying.

In the end, he was at the receiving end, where Tanaka and Noya each grabbed a knee, squeezing them with pure merciless desires. Then Hinata is impatient to get the sweet death spot on his ribs. Ennoshita and Sugawara had the audacity to tease his ears and neck.

They were all on him, except Tsukishima (thankfully for Kageyama), Yameguchi, the managers and Daichi.

"Man messing with you is so fun!" Tanaka laughed getting the sensitive part of his calf muscles. This was bad... really bad, thought Kageyama, not only were they destroying they were teasing him like crazy... he wanted to crawl into a rock right this instant!

His cheeks were blossoming a colour of pink, almost from embarrassment. His giggles reached several octaves now. "Gahahaha nohoho Ihihihihi hahaha hate thihihis!"

Tsukishkma clicked his tongue "Ah... I can't watch, your doing it wrong..."

"Huh -whoa!" Hinata yelped when he was pushed to the side, the tall guy was now giving directions... Kageyama gawked with horror "Thehehehe hehehell yohohohou agahahahain scrahahahahwny bahahastard?"

"I wouldn't use that tone king, I'm really motivated unlike last time"

Last time he wasn't? Kageyama wanted to argue but a new painfully ticklish sensation passed through his nerves, he just felt like a wave of electric current pass down his limbs now curling as he freed his arms.

"I recently discovered the ribs also have a new switch... the bottom ribs give him an extra sensitivity... try it Hinata"

He was gladly gone but only with passing down his knowledge to his successor in overthrowing the king.

"AHAHAHA NOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA MEHEHEHERCY PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI GIVE! BOHOHOKE!

"Wow, you weren't lying... he got way louder than before..." it seems Daichi sees the limit in Kageyama and grabs the orange haired kid away from him."He pouted. "Aw I wasn't finished"

"Well... I suppose he needed a laugh or two... but i think it's a bit unfair to let him take the torment" Daichi said as he turned to Sugawara who was uneasy "W-why are you looking at me?"

Another tickle war broke and Kageyama could just stay away with his breath easing up to a normal pace. Tanaka was attacking Noya, Hinata enjoyed tormenting Yameguchi along with Tsukishima giving advice. Sugawara's childlike laughter was the spotlight while Ennoshita helped...

This was something no one could stop. Kageyama smiled...

[hyperfixater666]

Pinned🩷 (please read!)

Hi there! Call me Hyper or Six! I’m here from AO3 :3

Pronouns: Any! (Pref: they/zer/xem)

Part of the tickling community! True switch :3

REQUESTS: OPEN! (But will probably be slow to finish/post, life is actively stabbing me in the throat as we speak.)

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Fandoms I’m currently in:

-Gravity Falls

-Sprunki

-TADC

-NNSG (only source material, haven’t watched any fanmade season 2s yet)

-WOY

-Poppy Playtime (only up to Chapter 3)

-Chikn Nuggit

-Mouthwashing

-DogMan

-Dandy’s World

-Adventure Time

-Phineas and Ferb

Fandoms I’m not really “in” but will write for:

-Undertale/UTMV

-South Park

-MLP

-She-Ra

Fandoms I will no longer write for (sorry):

-Hazbin Hotel

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Things I will write:

-fluff

-hurt/comfort

-hurt no comfort

-light/heavy angst

-gore/blood/serious injuries

-whump

-one-shots

-headcanons

-x reader (unless it’s a child character! sorry!)

-ticklefics

-crackfics

-romance

Things I MIGHT write (depending on my mood):

-full/1k+ fics

Things I WON’T write:

-child character x adult character

-child character x reader

-inc*st

-multichapter fics (sorry)

-slowburns (sorry)

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OTPs (favorite ships):

-Billford (Bill Cipher x Ford Pines)

-Abstragedy (Gangle x Zooble)

-Clownbunny (Kaufmo x Jax)

-Chokinghazard (Zooble x Caine)

-Pomnicule (Pomni x Ragatha x Zooble x Gangle x Jax x Caine (optional: x Bubble))

-Shellfish (Shelly x Shrimpo)

-Shellivision (Shelly x Vee)

-Killerdust (Killer Sans x Dust Sans)

-Bad Sans Poly (Killer Sans x Dust Sans x Nightmare Sans x Horror Sans (optional: x Cross Sans and/or x Fell Sans)

-Dustberry (Swap Sans x Dust Sans)

-Wanderingeye (Wander x Commander Peepers)

-Jimcurly (Jimmy x Curly)

-Twipie (Twilight Sparkle x Pinkie Pie)

-Fluttercord (Fluttershy x Discord)

-Detey (Dogman x Petey)

-Catrouble (Catra x Double Trouble)

-Entrapdak (Entrapta x Hordak)

NOTPs (hard ‘no’ ships):

-Kinger x Anyone (other than Caine or Queenie)

-Daisuke x Any Canon Character

-Anya x Any Canon Character

-Sarah Hatoff x Chief

-Mabideon (Mabel x Gideon)

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Boundaries for non-request asks:

-Questions about myself: perfectly fine unless invasive (ex. nothing about where I live)

-Questions about tickles (ex. where I’m ticklish, any irl tickle experiences): fine unless invasive or creepy. Creepy asks about myself get an automatic block/delete!

-Teases: ehh.. it depends I guess? It’s like Russian roulette honestly, half of the time I will scream into a pillow and respond with a thousand heart emojis and a keysmash and the other half of the time I will delete the ask and feel grossed-out for the rest of the day 😭 you decide if it’s worth it or not I guess? Good luck?? (if I idolize you I will explode into heart-shaped (/p) confetti) (NO n!s!f!t teases /srs)

-Silly/nonsensical asks: love!! Please send these they make me happy :3

-Political asks: get OUTTTTTT 👉👉👉🚪 /NEG

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AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hyperfixater6666 (WARNING!: there are some n!s!f!w fics on there)

Fics posted: 73

Headcanon lists posted: 1

Requests answered: 1

WARNINGS FOR MY BLOG: bright colors, suggestive jokes.

[danineedshelp]

Sensitive

Killer: Hey Dust?

Dust: ...yea

Killer: if we skeletons can bleed can we be sensitive too ?

Dust: I guess?

Killer: Can I test my question?

Dust: on who?

Killer: You!

Dust: I...uh..don't know about that..

Killer: Oh come on *pokes his ribs*

Dust: AH!.....

Killer: .....did you just...

Dust: no!..

Killer: You did...your sensitive aren't you

Dust: .....

Killer: Haha if I tell horror this you won't live up to it

Dust: DONT YOU DARE tell horror!!!

Killer: HORROR COME HERE!

Dust: Killer noo!

Poor dusty...

[llamagoddessofficial]

So from what I gather, wing, antennae and essentially just grooming in general for the Moth Bois is very intimate if done by the right person ✨✨ awwe

Is there any chance of them trying to do the same for MC to but the Human Version™? 🥺🥺🥺 E.g combing through hair instead of grooming antennae, giving back scratches in place of wing grooming and so on.

How long would it take for each of the Moth Bois to feel comfortable giving back that affection?

How often would they even willingly engage in grooming each other, and do they lean more towards Receiving™ or Giving™?

❤️This ask is pure indulgence I just really f-ing love back scratches and my hair getting brushed 👉👈❤️

(PS it's late here I'm very tired and English isn't my first language so I apologise for any spelling mistakes)

Sans: He adores giving and receiving affection from his darling, obviously; his whole shtick is getting Mc to groom him. The zoo thought he’d be aggressive with touch, but he’ll sit there for hours happily purring while she combs the dust off of him... he really likes giving Mc affection, too. Really likes it. To the point where it’s a bit suspicious just how snuggly he is with his darling zookeeper after all the aggression he showed everyone else.

He likes her hair. He’s always (carefully, not enough for the effect to be noticeable) using his sleep pheremones when she’s around to make her feel relaxed and calm, and when he thinks she’s got her guard down, he reaches out to run his claws over her locks. Sometimes she pulls away, nervous about a massive carnivorous moth monster putting his huge hands near her head, but sometimes she’s eased enough to not really notice and just let him give gentle massages. It feels nice after a long day.

He loves doing it, especially after she’s touched his wings/antennae. It makes him feel like they’re a couple grooming each other... you can pretty much see the love hearts coming off him. He wants to learn to braid.

Red: He’s handsy, obviously. He’s a huge flirt, she’s nice and soft, he’s got four arms and it’s pretty difficult to keep track of all of them, so every now and then when she’s in his enclosure and not paying full attention he’ll tug on her clothes, pinch her thighs or poke her somewhere she’s ticklish. He loves her startled, embarrassed reactions... he really likes when he goes in for a play-bite and she makes funny squawking sounds and tries to bat him away.

He enjoys her being close, and when she admires his wings he puffs up with pride like a courting male bird. But the softer types of affection, like antennae touching and outright grooming, make him embarrassed and fidgety. He’d rather things stayed easygoing and flirty.

Except... when he’s in one of his ‘so bored he’s gone insane’ moods. When he’s like that, he wants all of her attention, all of her touches, he wants everything. If she’s not in his enclosure but he can see her, he might even sing to her; absolutely obscene behaviour, from a moth.

Skull: He doesn’t want to touch, and if anyone tried to touch him he’d bite their limb clean off. He’s endured far too much for far too long, contact has always meant pain, he wants to be left alone in his den with his blankets where no one can hurt him. Mc happily gives him the space he wants, only entering his enclosure to clean up or bring food/nice things- he’s intimidating anyway, the largest of the moths. She initially misinterprets his crush and shyness as his usual hatred of anything alive, so she’s happy to hang back. 

She never tries to push any boundaries. It just makes the warm, fluttery feelings in his Soul even stronger.

... He doesn’t know how to be affectionate. He never had his wings groomed, never had his hands held, he was never sung to- no one taught him that when you love someone there’s ways of showing it. His instincts croon to draw her close and touch her soft hands and hum, but he’s confused, he’s still terrified she’ll hurt him like everyone else has. 

Until he can drum up the confidence to hold her, he’ll settle for stealing her things. He can hold those.

[alch3mic]

Papa Bear fluff please? For the writing prompts

The first kiss you received was placed oh so gently on to your cheek after he brushed a few strands of hair away.

The second was placed a little lower, right against the curve of your jaw as his hand lightly slipped underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

The third easily found itself upon your neck, lasting a little bit longer than the others as he let out a small sigh of content.

And the fourth was-

“Babe...”

Your tired and sleep filled tone was met with a small grumble from the large skeleton who currently had his arms wrapped around you, his face currently buried within your neck as he placed another tender kiss along it’s surface.

“hmm?”

“...What are you doing?”

“......kissin’ you...”

“I noticed,” you giggled, turning your head a bit so you could plant a kiss of your own along Sans’ temple. “You know what else I noticed?”

“...hmmm?”

“It’s 2 am.”

“...mhm...”

A beat passed while he placed another kiss along your neck.

“...Why are you smooching me at 2 am?”

“cause i love you.”

You couldn’t help but actually laugh this time both from his sweet response and from the ticklish kiss he placed right against the crook of your neck, making your body scrunch in defense.

“Sans!” you complained in your half hearted attempts at defending yourself, earning yourself a deep chuckle that rumbled in his ribcage.

“...yes, pumpkin?”

Oh you could hear it in his tone, he was teasing you now. So that’s how it was going to be, huh?

“I think you missed a spot,” you said slyly, turning to lay on your back as Sans lifted his head to look at you.

That single white eyelight of his pierced through the darkness of your bedroom as it admired you, seeming to roam over your whole face as if trying to figure out exactly where he missed.

You lightly tapped your lips, watching as his cheeks seem to light up in a dusting of magic, making you giggle.

“Right here, big guy.”

He smiled, slowly leaning in towards you as you closed your eyes in anticipation for him to finally kiss you...

...Except...

.........

.......?

What was he-

“Eep!”

You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth at the sound you let out, another rumbling laugh spilling out from Sans as he released his gentle bite upon your earlobe.

“Sans!” you very quietly hissed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“...what?...thought you said i missed a spot..” he hummed, that teasing note still in his tone.

“I was talking about my lips you dork!”

“.....i know,” he laughed, placing another kiss upon your cheek as you pouted. “.....i just... like savin’ the best for last... and that’s when i noticed i missed... a few more spots..”

You couldn’t even be that angry with how cute his crooked smile was. Still...!

“Stars above, at least warn me next time! Hopefully I didn’t wake the kids..” you huffed, trying to listen for any rustling and crying from down the hall from your shout.

Sans on the other hand didn’t seem worried in the slightest and he chuckled again.

“...if they can sleep through a... thunderstorm, then they could probably... sleep through your squeaking..” he mumbled gently, nuzzling you.

“...You’re just trying to justify the fact that you’re going to kiss me more, huh?”

“...mhm..”

Dang it your big ol’ bear of a husband was just waaaay too cute! Especially when he let out one of those deep, grumpily sighs of content as he nuzzled you some more.

“Well.. can I return the favor at least?” you asked softly, making Sans pause briefly before pulling back.

“...m’kay..”

You giggled at the goofy, love struck smile on his face as you cupped his head in your hands.

The very first kiss you planted gently onto his cheekbones, the very same ones still barely lit with magic as they illuminated the space between you two in a soft glow.

The second you placed a little lower, near the edge of his jawbone and following the curve of it back upward..

Right to the third placement of your kiss, near his damaged socket. He let out a much longer sigh as you placed some more tender kisses around the area, being sure to mind the sharper edges and cracks.

You knew that touching here didn’t hurt him in the slightest, a fact that he adamantly reminded you of when the two of you first started dating. The wound was old, he’d remind you, and being cautious of it only made him feel more.. self conscious about it.

Instead he loved it whenever you kissed him here, making the big skeleton practically turn to mush at such soft and gentle touches.

It was happening right now, as he slowly began to sag more and more before he finally collapsed onto the bed beside you, while you now sat up to smooch your teddy bear just a bit more.

“...honey..” he murmured sleepily between your kisses.

Your him turned into a laugh as it caught on to the sweet expression he had on his face. He seemed to gaze up at you with a certain look in his half-lidded eye socket.

“What, did I miss a spot?”

“..mhm...” he said, lightly tapping a claw to his teeth. “...right here..”

“Really? I could’ve sworn I already kissed you there..” you said, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

“..pumpkin...”

His tone was a little needier now, making your heart nearly burst with warmth, but you were determined to tease him just a bit more as payback for biting you earlier.

“Yess..?”

“...please..”

Well how could you possibly say no to that? Especially with the way he was looking at you, that little whit eyelight of his turning into a heart as it admired you so.

“Alright alright.. but only because I love you so much..”

“i love you too.”

He was just too cute.

That’s why you gave him a big ol’ smooch right on that goofy smile of his.

...And several more after that. check out my other writings | feel free to drop me a ko-fi!

[pastelpasteru]

Aoba Johsai // Shiratorizawa // Nekoma // Inarizaki ➳ Seeing their (Fem!Manager) smile for the first time

---Fem manager has dimples!!

Aoba Johsai~!!

It was another boring day for the Seijo boys, with their dear manager of course.

And the duo (Makki and Mattsun) suddenly bought up something.

"Hey. To think about it, we've never seen your smile, [Name]." The two chorused as everyone darted their eyes on you.

"That's true, [Name]-chan! Why don't you smile?" Oikawa complained, pouting his lips at you.

"I do smile, but I rarely do." You mumbled, touching your face and traced your mouth.

"Oh? Then can you give us a smile, [Name]?" Hanamaki asked as you nodded your head.

"Alright." You muttered before flashing in a smile, showing off your dimples as they watched it awe.

"YOU HAVE DIMPLES!?" Oikawa exclaimed as you smile slowly faded away.

"Yeah," You hummed as the duo went poking your cheek.

"Smile again, smile again!!" Yahaba chimed in as he approached you, poking your cheek along with his senpais.

"Oi Yahaba, don't force her. She already smiled so that's enough." Iwazumi growled, hiding a faint blush that he earned when you smiled.

"BUT IWA-CHAN! I wanna see [Name]-chan's smile again!! I wanna touch her dimples!" The brunette quaked, as you chuckled, dimple slowly showing.

"OH OH!! THERE IT IS!!" Yahaba pointed out, poking the small dimple as you laughed.

"Why are you all so happy about my smile?" You asked with a soft voice, along with giggles.

"...It's because you have a beautiful smile," Iwazumi slipped as you froze. Cheeks slowly dusting pink.

"A- Ah!! F- Forget what I said, I said nothing." The spiky haired ravenette grumbled, hiding his flustered face.

"Hehe, thank you, Haji-kun." You smiled as you thanked the boy who went redder.

Every time you smile, Makki, Mattsun, Yahaba, and Oikawa will immediately go poke the dimple as if it's their new habit.

They love seeing your smile, specially the cute smol dimple that they keep on poking.

Sometimes, when you're sitting beside Kunimi, he'd go poke your cheek in a way of saying ‘Smile. Gimme a smile and lemme poke your dimpleee.’

And then Iwazumi would be a blushing mess if he sees you smile, he acts like he's not interested at all but in reality, he wants to go snap pictures of your smile.

Shiratorizawa~!!

Hanging out in the lounge area, the team talked about random stuff.

And Tendou was getting bored of it and went to you.

"[Name]~!!" He cooed as he jumped on your frame, making you jolt as he hit your sides.

"Pfft-!!" Letting out a pfft, you held your laughter as the red head watched with a lightbulb lighting up his head.

"Ohohoho? [Name's] ticklish here, ne~?" Tendou grinned, running his hand to your waist and started tickling it as you covered your face with the pillow beside you.

"O- Oh my g- god, S- Satori, s- stop!! Hahahaha!!" Bursting out laughing the other players glanced to you.

"AAAHHH!! [Name]-san has a cute laugh, again again!!" Goshiki jumped in excitement as you continued to laugh under the pillow.

"Oi Tendou, stop it. [Name's] gonna die if you continue to tickle her like that." Semi scolded with a small smile on his face.

It may not look like it, but Semi thinks that your laugh is cute and he wants to hear it.

But he also wants to keep his cool so-

"Awwe!! C'mon [Name]!! Remove the pillow, we wanna see your smile!!" He pouted as Goshiki walked to the two of you and peeled the pillow away from you face.

"SENPAI!! SENPAI IS SMILING, AND SHE HAS A DIMPLE, LOOK LOOK!!" He exclaimed, pointing at your laughing state as the others turned their heads to you. Greeted by your smile and dimple that was peering through.

"Oh." They mumbled, enhanced with your smile. Completely ignoring everything as they watched you laugh.

"S- Satori, e- enough!! I- I can't breath a- anymore.." You managed to say between laughter as the red head stopped.

"H..ah..ah..." You panted out, grabbing the pillow and hiding your face.

"Why are you hiding your face, [Name]-san?" Taichi asked with a smirk as you groaned.

"...Shut up, that was embarrassing." You mumbled, hiding your face that still plastered a smile.

"Don't go hide it!! I wanna see your smile, and the dimple!" Hayato chirped, grabbing the pillow and tossing it away from you.

"nOooO~ I'm not gonna smile, I'm mad." You pouted as the baby sunshine squeaked.

"Y- You hate us now, S- Senpai?" He said in a gloomy tone as you immediately sprung up and faced him in panic.

"No no no, I was kidding, I don't hate you guys okay?" You sighed out as the sunshine returned.

"Really!? Then can you smile again!?" He chirped as you went with a defeated look.

"Alright..." Flashing a close eyed smile, you heard cameras clicking, then opening it, you saw Tendou being a photographer.

"Satori, what the hell..?" You asked, huffing out a laugh before bursting to laughter again.

They love your smile, laugh and everything about you.

Tendou would pull out his phone and start snapping pictures of you when you smile or laugh. (His gallery is prolly full of your picture smiling or laughing)

When bored, you'd sit next to Ushijima and lay your head on his lap. Then the olive haired boy would go poke your cheek to make you smile. (He wants that sweet sweet smileee!!)

If your dimple shows, Hayato will immediately go to you and poke it. (He enjoys it)

Then the two second years, they'd act normal but sometimes, they couldn't handle the urge to go squeeze your cheek when you laugh or smile. (You couldn't do anything since they're taller than you-)

Goshiki will go jumpy when he sees your smile and that cute lil' dimple, he'd go poke it again and again as his eyes sparkled in amusement.

Nekoma~!!

Sitting on the gym and hanging out, the team waited for Lev since he disappeared again-

And when he came back, he had 2 smol kittens in his arms, making your eyes sparkle.

"I'M BAAACCKK!!" He stated with a shout, opening the door with his arms holding two kittens.

"/*Gasp, KITTENS!!" You exclaimed, smiling as they watched you dash to Lev with sparkles trailing behind you.

"Cute~!! They're so cute!!" Twirling, you went back to your seat, snuggling the fur babies as they watched in silence.

They saw you smiling and went malfunctioning-

You, with kittens? A cute sight.

Kenma actually placed his Psp down and watched you with the rest-

Kuroo? He stared blankly at you, getting lost in space.

Yamamoto? He's silently crying a river, thankful for the sight of their manager smiling with a cute aura around her as she snuggled the fur babies.

Yaku was about to go scold Lev but was too focused on your smile.

"S- SMILING, [NAME]!! SMILING!!" Yamamoto exclaimed with a blushy face.

"Dimples..." Kenma muttered, watching your face that plastered a smile.

"That's cute." Fukunaga mumbled with his blank face, snapping a pic and showing it to the rest.

"[Name] has a dimple." He stated as the others hurdled to the phone showing your picture.

"...I wanna poke it." Kuroo mumbled and then walked to you, dragging you to their circle with the cats with you then started poking your cheek as you were absorbed in the cute fur babies.

When bored, they'd go poke your cheek to make you smile. Or maybe go send Lev to find cats and give it to you just to see you smile

Fukunaga would go snap pics of you smiling when given a chance to do so. (He's not a crazy fan who'd go snap millions of picture of you, no worries)

Kenma would place his Psp down just to see your smile, then poke it if he couldn't handle the urge anymore.

Lev was proud of himself after that day, he got to make you smile and expose the dimple that they never knew that existed before.

Yaku and the other sane person in the team just gives you pats to make you smile.

Inuoka will also smile with you, creating a bright scenery of two sunshines smiling.

Inarizaki~!!

Practice just ended and everyone went on cleaning the gym.

Then the twins started a ruckus.

"Yer and idiot, 'Samu!" The piss haired twin growled as the other irked.

"Says the idiot." Osamu growled back as the others watched with a sigh.

"Miya Osamu. Miya Atsumu." You threatened as the two froze, turning their heads to you with a gulp.

"...Gomen, [Name]." They muttered as you huffed out a laugh.

"Pfft..." Letting yourself laugh, the boys watched in amazement and shock.

"Why are you two so scared of me? It's not like I'd skin you two alive." You joked, laughing at the two who watched with the rest.

"You're smiling, [Name]." Kita stated as a faint smile was seen in his face.

"Oh?" Touching your lips, you smiled again. Showing off the dimple to the team.

"I couldn't help it." You smiled, catching Suna snap pictures with his phone, being the photographer he is.

Suna is a crazy fanboy, he snaps pictures of you smiling, laughing, and when you show off your dimples.

The twins would do something (crazy) just to make you laugh or smile at their antics.

Kita also couldn't help it but keep a faint smile when he sees you smile.

Akagi will go poke your cheek when he sees a chance, and you'd just go smile in an instant.

Gin joins the ‘Make [Name] smile’ movement with Suna, Osamu, Atsumu, and Akagi since he wanna see some beautiful smileeee.

Sorry it's boring, I'm suffering the most annoying writer's sickness today, writer's block.

© Pastel Pasteru, 2021, please do not copy my contents or I'll come after you. Thanks.

[sunstone-smiles]

The Detective’s Wake Up Call

Hello everyone! Here’s another cute and wholesome story with the Great Ace Attorney characters! Enjoy!

Series: The Great Ace Attorney

Characters: Ryunosuke Naruhodo, Susato Mikotoba, Herlock Sholmes, Iris Wilson

Words: 2,281

Summary: Iris tries to wake up Sholmes, but nothing seems to be working. However, Ryunosuke thinks of a playful idea that just might work.

(Notes: This takes place during the first game, like the escapades, and there are no spoilers that are mentioned. Also, for those that may not know, a “settee” is basically a long couch or sofa. Enjoy!)

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Up in the room above the Sholmes Suite, in Naruhodo’s Legal Consultancy, Susato and Ryunosuke had begun their day tidying up the office. Susato organized some books and dusted off the shelves while Ryunosuke swept the floor with a broom. His desk was still a mess, like usual, but that’s the way he wanted it. 

As they were cleaning, they suddenly heard loud sounds downstairs as if two metal objects were being slammed together. The two stop what they’re doing and look at each other with surprised expressions. 

“What is that sound?” Ryunosuke asks his assistant.

“I’m not sure, Naruhodo-san. Perhaps Iris is in the kitchen cooking with multiple pots and pans. Although, I’m not so sure that any cooking would require that much noise…” Susato responds.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Ryunosuke carefully leans the broom against his desk and begins to walk downstairs to investigate the noise. Susato follows and places the duster on her desk before making her way down with Ryunosuke.

When they enter the Sholmes Suite, they immediately find the answer to their question. They see Iris slamming pot lids together near the large red settee, where a sleeping Sholmes is lying.

Ryunosuke raises his voice to grab the attention of the pink-haired girl, “Iris! What are you doing?!” 

Upon hearing her name, Iris stops hitting the pot lids and turns around to see Ryunosuke and Suasto at the bottom of the steps, “Oh! Runo! Susie!” 

Iris places the lids on top of the chest in the middle of the room and walks over to the lawyer and the judicial assistant to greet them. “Good morning! I didn’t wake you two, did I?”

Susato shakes her head, “No, we were just tidying up the office upstairs. We heard some loud noises and decided to investigate. What exactly are you doing, Iris?” 

“Well, you see...I’m trying to wake up Hurley. He was up late last night working on an experiment and passed out on the settee. Usually I would let him sleep, but he has things to do today.” The little inventor shrugs, “I’ve tried everything I can think of, but nothing’s working.”

“There’s got to be at least one way to wake him up, right?” Susato asks as she brainstorms possible options.

Ryunosuke also tries to ponder some ideas. “Hmm, what are some other options to wake up Mr Sholmes…” he thinks out loud. He then looks over at the detective and his position on the settee. He notices the detective has his socked feet propped up on the arm of the settee and one arm draped across his stomach, completely oblivious to his surroundings as he sleeps. The detective certainly won’t notice if someone sneaks over to him, so Ryunosuke gets a playful idea that just might work.

“Have you tried tickling him yet?” Ryunosuke asks Iris.

Iris puts her hands up to cover her mouth in surprise, “Oh! I didn’t even think about that, Runo!”

“Is Mr Sholmes...ticklish?!” Susato asks with a shocked, yet amused look.

Iris clasps her hands together excitedly, “Yes he is! Very ticklish, actually! Watch this, Susie!”

Iris playfully giggles and walks over towards the sleeping detective’s socked feet. She positions herself behind the arm of the settee and uses one hand to lightly scratch Sholmes’s left foot. Immediately, the detective’s foot twitches and his breath hitches, as if he let out a small laugh. He shifts a little on the settee, but stays asleep. Iris giggles again and looks over at Susato, “Come help me, Susie!” 

“I’m on it, Iris!” Susato responds. She then walks over next to the little inventor and places herself behind the arm of the settee as well. She gently grabs the detective’s right ankle and begins to lightly scratch at his socked foot. Following Susato’s lead, Iris gently pins Herlock’s left ankle to the arm of the settee and begins tickling his foot again. Sholmes shifts and squirms again on the settee, and lets out airy giggles as a result of the tickling. He tries to sleepily pull feet away from the tickly sensation, but Susato and Iris keep a firm hold on his ankles.

“It looks like it’s working,” Ryunosuke says with a laugh as he watches in amusement.

As the two girls speed up their tickling, Sholmes’s giggles begin to increase in volume. He slowly starts to wake up and places one hand on his head as he laughs. Still half asleep, he opens up one eye, but as soon as he sees the scene in front of him, he snaps out of his slumber and jumps backwards in surprise. He immediately ceases his laughter and Susato and Iris release his ankles. 

“Ah! Iris! Miss Susato! Mr Naruhodo! Good morning.” Sholmes says still a little dazed from his sudden wake up call.

Iris walks around to the front of the settee to greet the detective. “Good morning, Hurley! Did you sleep well?”

“I did, thank you Iris. Although, the settee isn’t nearly as comfortable as my bed. Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m going back to sleep,” Sholmes responds drowsily as he leans back into the cushions of the settee and turns onto his side.

Iris crosses her arms and pouts at Herlock. “Hurley! Get up! If you go back to sleep, we’ll have to wake you all over again!”

“Just...five more minutes, Iris…,” Sholmes replies with his back facing Iris as he starts falling asleep.

“Oh no you don’t, Hurley!” Iris says as she uncrosses her arms and wiggles her fingers into the detective’s side. Immediately, Sholmes jolts onto his back and sits up a little, gently grabbing Iris’s wrists to stop her attack as he lets out nervous giggles.

“Ah! Iris! Dohon’t!”

Iris knows that Sholmes wouldn’t let go of her wrists if he knew what was coming, so she looks over at Susato, who was still in front of the detective’s socked feet.

 “Susie! Get him!” Iris exclaims with a smile.

“What?!” Sholmes says as he nervously looks over at Susato. He then realizes that his feet are still perched up in front of her, but before he could pull them back, Susato catches his right ankle and pins it to the arm of the couch. He looks wide-eyed at Susato, who had a mischievous smile on her face.

“M-Miss Susato! Wait-Ack!” Sholmes tries to say, but he was abruptly cut off by the scribbling of fingers on his right sole. He immediately lets out a stream of giggles, and in the process of trying to free his foot from Susato’s hold, he accidentally loosened his grip on Iris’s wrists, allowing the girl to slip her hands out of his grasp and towards his vulnerable tummy.

“Ah! Irihihis! Ahahaha!”

Sholmes tries to grab Iris’s hands off his stomach, but the little inventor was fast and evaded capture by going for the rest of his sensitive torso. Trying to shield himself from the attack, Sholmes wraps his arms around his stomach to try to nullify the tickles he was feeling through his vest. He tries to roll over on the settee to avoid Iris’s attack and tries to free his foot from Susato’s attack, but to no avail. Realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get out of this predicament alone, he decides to call for assistance.

“Ahaha! Mr Narhuhodohoho! Hehelp!” Sholmes forces though his laughter. Ryunosuke continues to watch the scene in front of him and laughs.

“I don’t know, Mr Sholmes. I think you can handle it on your own, right?” Ryunosuke teases.

“Noho! Just hehelp! Ahaha!” Sholmes responds to Ryunosuke’s tease. The lawyer laughs again before deciding to help.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” Ryunosuke says with a smile. He then walks over to the arm of the settee next to Susato and grabs the detective's right ankle to try to pull it away from the judicial assistant’s grip.

“Let go, Miss Susato!” Ryunosuke playfully exclaims.

“No way, Mr Naruhodo!” Susato laughs in response, but she could feel her grip slipping from Sholmes’s ankle. She then notices that Ryunosuke was leaning over the arm of the settee with his back facing towards her. She quickly thinks of a mischievous idea and purposefully releases the detective’s ankle, making Ryunosuke fall forward a bit.

“Got it!” Ryunosuke says triumphantly, but the lawyer’s victory was cut short when, suddenly, he felt fingers wiggle into his sensitive underarms and ribs.

“AH! Miss Susatohohoho!” Ryunosuke laughs as he clamps down his arms to protect himself. He tries to reach behind him to grab Susato’s hands, but it only leaves him more vulnerable to her attack.

“Well, it looks like you’re ticklish too, Mr Naruhodo,” Susato says with a laugh.

Ryunosuke’s sudden burst of laughter distracts Iris and makes her stop what she was doing to look his way. Sholmes was thankful for the distraction and leans back into the cushions as he catches his breath. Ryunosuke on the other hand, tries to pull away from Susato’s hold, towards the front of the settee, but ends up falling to the floor and onto his back instead. Unfortunately for him, Susato swiftly kneels onto the ground next to him and continues her attack on his vulnerable torso. He tries to sit up and scoot backwards to escape the tickles, but Susato’s wiggling fingers quickly reduce him to a giggling puddle. Iris laughs as she watches the scene in front of her. Sholmes, now recovered from his previous attack, realizes that Iris is still distracted and decides to take advantage of the situation. He quickly sits up and reaches for Iris’s sides, making the girl jump and squeak with laughter as he begins tickling her.

“Ah! Hurlehehey!” Iris laughs as she tries to get out of Sholmes’s grasp. The detective moves his legs off the settee and places his feet on the ground, then gently picks up a giggling Iris and moves her to the other side of the settee. He uses one hand to wiggle his fingers into her belly and the other to hold her squirming legs in his lap. She leans back into the arm of the settee and squeaks with high pitched giggles as she tries to move the detective's hand off of her ticklish tummy.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but your wake up call seems to have awoken my mischievous side,” Sholmes teases as he continues to tickle Iris. After a few more moments, he stops to let the little girl catch her breath, but the same couldn’t be said for Ryunosuke, who was still giggling on the floor from Susato’s relentless attack.

“I suppose it’s our turn to help Mr Naruhodo now, is it Iris?” Sholmes inquires. 

The pink-haired girl sits up after catching her breath and nods with a smile, “Yep! We have to save Runo!”

Unfortunately for Susato, she was unable to hear the two due to Ryunosuke’s continuous laughter. Sholmes gets up and moves over to Ryunosuke, while Iris slides off the settee and slowly sneaks behind Susato. The little inventor then wraps her arms around the judicial assistant's waist in a big hug.

“Gotcha Susie!” Iris exclaims as she uses one hand to tickle Susato’s side. 

“Ah! Irihihs!” Susato flinches in surprise and lets out small giggles. She stops tickling Ryunosuke to look at Iris and tries to gently pull away the little inventor's arms from her waist. Finally given a break from Susato’s attack, Ryunosuke lies on the ground to catch his breath, letting out residual giggles as he recovers. Sholmes helps Ryunosuke stand back up and supports the lawyer until he regains his footing.

With Ryunosuke free, Iris stops her attack and smiles at Susato. The judicial assistant smiles back and gives one last ticklish poke to the little inventor’s side before standing up and looking over at Ryunosuke and Sholmes.

“Using your own ticklishness to distract my two attackers was a stroke of genius, Mr Naruhodo!” Sholmes says playfully to Ryunosuke.

“That wasn’t...supposed to be...the plan…” Ryunosuke replies exhausted.

“My apologies, Mr Naruhodo. I took it a bit too far.” Susato says with her head down.

“No, no! It’s okay, Miss Susato! No harm done! Although, now I’m a little sleepy, haha...” Ryunosuke says embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck.

Iris clasps her hands together again, “Oh! My new special blend of tea can help with that! It’s made to wake you right up! I just made a pot this morning, would you like some?”

“Oh! Yes please, that would be great!” Ryunosuke replies.

Susato gives the lawyer a determined look. “Then drink up, Mr. Naruhodo! You need all the energy you can get for the cleaning we still have to do!” She exclaims.

“Oh, right...” Ryunosuke responds.

Iris smiles at the lawyer, “Don’t worry, Runo! I can help you and Susie clean! Perhaps we can finally tidy up that desk of yours!”

“My desk is perfectly fine the way it is, thank you!” Rynosuke says defensively. 

The judicial assistant puts her hands on her hips. “Then at least you can pick up all those papers off the floor, Mr Naruhodo. Or do we perhaps have to persuade you?” Susato says with a mischievous smile.

Ryunosuke flinches backwards, “No, no! I’ll pick them up! There’s no need for persuasion!”

Sholmes laughs and looks at the lawyer, “Then, I suggest that you finish your tea quickly so you don't delay a moment longer, Mr Naruhodo!”

Ryunosuke sighs, “Thanks, Mr Sholmes…”

The four then sit and enjoy their tea together before Ryunosuke, Iris, and Susato head back upstairs to finish cleaning. Although his desk stays messy, Ryunosuke makes sure to pick up any of his papers that had been scattered across the floor in order to avoid the wrath of Iris and Susato’s mischievous tactics of persuasion. 

[undertale-fluffcanons]

Dreamtale master list

Dream and Nightmare reacting to s/o making apple pie or cutting up apples

Nightmare general headcanons

Dream walking in on his s/o singing an emotional song (ft. Ink and Error)

Dream and Nightmare with an s/o that gets emotional during a typical sad song or movie

Nightmare with an s/o that has gained his powers (ft Error and Reaper)

Nightmare general fluff headcanons

Nightmare with a non-binary s/o (ft UT Sans)

Nightmare watching a scary movie with his s/o

Dream and Nightmare with an s/o that’s afraid of the dark

Dream and Nightmare with an s/o that’s really into theater (ft Ink and Error)

Dream and Nightmare with a shapeshifter s/o

Dream and Nightmare with a ticklish s/o

Nightmare general fluff headcanons (2)

Dream and Nightmare tickle headcanons

rainy day headcanons 

Dream and Nightmare with a smol s/o

Nightmare reacting to his usually kindhearted s/o getting angry and overprotective when someone insults him (ft. Error and UF Sans)

Dream and Nightmare with an easily flustered s/o (ft. Error and UL Sans)

Dream and Nightmare with a tall s/o

Dream cuddle headcanons

Nightmare with a quiet s/o that would rather listen to his problems and calm him down when he’s upset (ft. UF Sans and Error)

bitty Dream and Nightmare general headcanons (ft. UL Sans)

Nightmare with a non-ticklish s/o that likes to tickle him for fun (ft Ink and UF Sans)

Nightmare with an s/o that likes to make him laugh, no matter what (ft. Dust and Error)

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

🌼 with Dust and Nightmare?

🌼: making the lee stay still or asking them to not laugh? ( Being told to stay still or being told to not laugh?)

Nightmare has been answered here !

Dust: not to laugh, if you expect me to stay still and not fight then you can keep dreaming, because I will punch you

[ticklishshenanigansau]

Ticklish Shenanigans - Chapter 44

Kid Sure Can Hold a Grudge, Huh?

Mod Yosh ~ Angel, Denise, Papyrus, Toriel Mod Kitty ~ Flowey, Frisk, Sans

Sans sat still and quiet as Papyrus finished up the job of wiping his bones down of any lingering blood. He knew he'd still have to change when he got the chance. "thanks, bro...."

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“Are.... Are you going to be alright?...” Papyrus asked softly in concern.

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He sniffled, daring to peek open his sockets again which immediately started to water. He wiped at them. "y-yeah ... you know m-me. i'll come to my senses eventually when i'm with ya, pap...."

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Papyrus smiled gently as he hugged his brother close. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you two get better?” Toriel asked.

“Well ... I think Sans could do with a bottle of ketchup right about now. U-unless it emotionally destabilizes him because it's the same color as b-blood. I ... I think we just need some time alone. Thank you, Lady Toriel.”

“Well, if you need anything else, I'll be in my room getting ready for the next school week.” Planting a gentle kiss on Sans' skull and rubbing Papyrus' shoulder, she made her way back to her room.

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Eyes adjusting to the light and reality, Sans stared blankly ahead, emotions and thoughts jumbled and confused. "i-i'm so sorry i let her get hurt, pap, i sh-shoulda realized she'd wanna come with us. sh-she always does.... i shoulda known! i'm sorry!"

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“Hey, hey, it's okay now.” He rubbed Sans' back and hugged him tightly. “We were all distracted, it's not your fault. I mean ... I'm her owner, I should have made sure she wouldn't follow. If there's anyone to be blamed for this, it's me. Don't blame yourself, Sans. Angel will be just fine now. I'm just so glad you managed to get her here in the nick of time. Thank you so much, Sans, for saving her.”

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Calming down a bit, Sans shook his head against his brother's neck. "n-naw bro, if you're not lettin' me blame myself, i'm not gonna let you be hard on yourself either." Stretching himself upward, he gently nuzzled Papyrus's cheek then leaned his skull against his brother's shoulder. "i promised i'd find her, there was no way i wasn't gonna try my best. i ... i think she was hurt before i even got there though, but ... i just dunno how it happened. a ... a lot'a stuff happened to me up here," he expounded, tapping his skull, "but ... someone or somethin' else must have been in there for her to get a wound like that.... it c-couldn't have been dad. he ... he helped me find her. all he's ever done is try to keep us safe and ignorant to the void, h-he wouldn't do that to her. there must have been someone else...!"

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“That's what I believe too. Perhaps.... Perhaps there was another reason why Dad was trying to ... scare us away from trying to find him. Maybe ... he knows of something lurking in the Underground, and he's trying to keep us safe from their wrath. I don't know who it could possibly have been, though.... All I know is when — or if — we go back down there, we'll have to be much more prepared.”

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Sans looked down to the ground, the image of Frisk's blank, dust-covered face rose in his mind. "y-yeah ... i'm stumped too...." He clung a bit closer. "b-but i think we have a better idea of what we're facing now, even if we had to learn the h-hard way...." Sans managed a soft, weak chuckle. "...hey, i th-think you're right about the ketchup thing, but ... could ya maybe make me some tea while i go change? i, uh, like mine with a lot of milk, heh...."

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Papyrus giggled a bit, trying to lighten the mood. “Milk in tea? You sure are something else, aren't you? Sure, I'll make you some, go ahead and change.” He gave his brother one last hug before making his way into the kitchen to fill a tea kettle with water, ignoring Flowey's presence.

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"heheh, you know it, bro." Squeezing Papyrus tightly before he withdrew, Sans headed upstairs and peeled off his bloodstained clothes. Rummaging through his drawer, he grabbed a soft, blue t-shirt with a white decal of the galaxy, and dark-gray shorts and got dressed. Luckily his slippers hadn't gotten dripped on — he only had the one pair.

Flowey ignored the fact that Papyrus was ignoring him. "Golly, it seems like you sure had a rough time, friend! Especially that cat and your brother! It's a good thing you can hug Sans today, isn't it?" He grinned rather maliciously.

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Papyrus chose to ignore the little flower rather than humor him, silently screaming at the water to just hurry up and boil already.

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"Gosh, you know, Papyrus, being rude to me is what made tomorrow's punishment happen in the first place. Are you sure you really want to ignore me? I could add on another day ... or even make it the rest of today too...."

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“You know, Flowey....” Papyrus began coldly. “I just learned that my only other relative besides Sans is still alive, yet we're unable to reach him. Sans nearly went insane in his own despair and sorrow, and my cat was this close to bleeding to death from a knife wound. Sorry if I'm not really in the mood for any more stress and trauma right now when I'm about to collapse on my own.” As he spoke, his sockets began to water, but he wiped them away, not wanting to be seen crying in front of one of his enemies. “Please … just leave me alone for now.”

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Flowey was about to uncaringly gloat some more, but then paused after a breath. His expression changed to an open-mouthed frown, beady eyes slightly narrowed. "Did you just say a knife wound?"

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Papyrus looked over at Flowey, surprised and puzzled that he was actually showing some form of concern to the situation. “Umm.... Yes?”

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Flowey stayed quiet for a few seconds. "...Interesting. What happened, exactly? Tell me everything you know."

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Papyrus stared dumbfounded at the flower for a moment. Why in the world would Flowey be so interested in what had happened to his kitten? With a soft huff, he decided to humor him. “Unfortunately, I don't know much. You'd have the most luck asking Angel, but she's on her way to the vet. However, Lady Toriel did say she was muttering things like ‘erase’ and ‘control’ in her sleep as she rested.”

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Flowey slouched on his stem in a haze of thought. "Golly, that's ... that's something, isn't it. I'll definitely be talking to her when she gets back...." He turned toward the window, gazing out. "Go ahead with what you were doing, friend."

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Papyrus was very much taken aback. This wasn't like him at all, that's for sure. He was about to go against his better judgement and ask what was wrong when the kettle began to whistle. Deciding to save his question for later, he took the kettle off the heated eye and poured the scalding liquid in a tea cup over a bag of herbal tea mix. Once he had let it steep for a few minutes, he added a generous amount of milk and stirred the contents in the cup with a spoon.

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Sans made his way down the stairs, stopping by the bathroom to make sure all the traces of blood were gone. Papyrus had done a thorough job — not that he should be surprised, his brother did like to keep things clean after all. Even so, he looked rather worse for wear, eyes tired and haunted. He should probably take a proper shower, but he just didn't have the energy at the moment. Gingerly clutching his arms, he walked to the kitchen hanging in the doorway rather quietly just as his brother started mixing his beverage together.

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Papyrus finished mixing the ingredients in and turned, preparing to search the house for Sans, only to jump and yelp when he saw him in the doorway, nearly spilling the drink all over him. “G-gosh, Sans, you startled me! I didn't even hear you come down. Uhh.... I finished your tea. I didn't know exactly how much milk you liked so I took my best guess.” He handed his brother the cup.

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"geeze, ah, sorry pap, heh." Sans gave Papyrus an apologetic look as he took the offered cup, downing a small sip. "mm ... thanks, this is udder-ly great, bro." He smiled softly.

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Papyrus snorted softly. “Good thing you aren't around any Temmies, brother, otherwise they'd have a cow with that pun.”

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Sans's grin grew, sockets nearly arching as he huffed out chuckles, shoulders lightly shaking. "heheh...! oh geeze, don't ... don't remind me. those monsters don't skim-p on the whole punishment thing. really puts a damper on the moo-ood."

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“Nyeheheehahaa! I just can't bull-ieve I still can't out-pun you to this day!” Papyrus covered his mouth with his hands as he giggled.

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"oh, i'll always cream you at pun-offs, bro," Sans snickered, leaning against the wall for support. "i dairy you to even try, heheeheh!"

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Staring and blinking for a few seconds, he finally threw his hands up in the air in surrender before walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

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Sans broke out into soft, but ringing laughter, following his brother out to the living room, trying not to spill his tea in his amusement. "oh my gosh, pap, hahaha! thanks again for the calf-feine, hahaa! it's quite bovine, heheeehee!"

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“NYEEEEEH!” Papyrus flopped on the couch dramatically, mumbling into the armrest.

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Sans snickered into his hand for a good few moments, waiting for a pause in his giggle fit to take another longer sip of his tea. Setting the cup down on a safe surface, he stood beside the couch with a soft grin, then hopped up, laying against his brother's backbone. "hmm, seems like this couch has a few lumps, heheh!"

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Papyrus let out a strained squeak. “Gah...! You're the big ol' lump here, get offa meeeee...!”

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"naw, heh, i think i might rest here for awhile, maybe take a nice, long nap, heheh," Sans couldn't keep the chuckles out of his voice, idly tracing his fingers along the side of his brother's ribs.

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“Eeek!” Papyrus jolted in shock at the unexpected tickling — though, really, he should have expected as such from his brother. He reached behind him to try and grab his brother's wrists, though wasn’t quite able to reach given the awkward position he was in. “Nyeheeheee! Sahans!”

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Withdrawing so Papyrus wouldn't catch his hand, he leaned slightly the other way, to teasingly scritch and trail over his femur. "heheh, what? why're you laughin', bro? what's so funny?" Sans grinned down at him.

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“Nyahahahaaaa! Y-you’re tihickling mehehee!” He kicked his legs around a bit, lightly smacking the armrest with a hand.

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"what? no wayyy! you must be imagining things, bro!" Sans snickered and flopped down more fully on top of Papyrus, skittering his fingers along his vertebrae and the sides of his ribs in earnest.

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“Ahaa! Nyahaaaa! Stahahappit!” Papyrus gave up on trying to swipe Sans' hands away, thumping the couch with his fists as he wiggled his spine around.

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"stop what, bro?" Sans scooted up slightly, reaching for Papyrus's nape, gently teasing with his fingertips, grin wide.

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Papyrus grinned and giggled giddily, twitching a bit, but ultimately falling still. “N-nehever mind! Nyeheheheeeaahaa!~”

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"hehehe! you're adorable and hilarious, pap," Sans cooed, delighting in his brother's happy laughter. His SOUL was far calmer now than it had been — he didn't have to think too much, playing around with Papyrus like this, and that was just fine with him. Teasingly, he glided his fingers down and across his scapulae, then skittered back up along the sides of his neck. "heheh, gitchy gitchyyy getcha!"

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“AhahaaHAA! Heheeeee! Sahahaahans, ahahaaa!” Frankly, he was more than glad that Sans was getting over the day's events in the here and now, and he was definitely enjoying the attention. He felt it was time to return the favor, however, so he summoned a few rather quaky bones and began poking Sans' backbone.

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Sans squeaked and curled his fingers, not particularly wanting to fight off the magical attack. "ehee! mhmhmm ... hahaha~!" He was still unable to help lightly squirming.

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“Nyeh? Now you're laughing? What's gotten you in such a giggly mood, huh, brother?” He grinned as the poking and prodding turned into scratching and twisting now that he was less distracted.

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With a rather shrill intake of breath, Sans wriggled, sliding off and down beside Papyrus. "hh~hehe! s-sohomethin's pohokin' at my~hee back...!" he played along, grinning giddily. "c-can ya—aahaha~! ch-cheheck it out f-for mehee?"

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Papyrus couldn't seem to hold back his giggles. If he himself was as cute as Sans claimed he was, then Sans was downright adorable! “Sure thing, brother!” He lifted up his shirt and began to lightly scratch his vertebrae.

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"heheee~! mhmm~haa! h-heheh~kkh~hmhmmm!" Sans fidgeted, humming and giggling into his arms. His SOUL brightened, flushing out some remnants of darkness that had seeped within.

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“Hmm.... I can't seem to find anything here, brother. Should I stop?” He smirked playfully as he slowed down his tickling.

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Sans lifted his head slightly to peek at him. Geeze, that knowing smirk.... "no, dohon't s-stop, i kn-know thehere's somethin' there!" he said, just shy of begging, stretching himself out a little more and shivering as Papyrus slowed.

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“Well, okaaaaay...~” He resumed tickling, picking up the pace dramatically in a duration of a few seconds.

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Sans's eyes arched at the rush of pleasant tingles, squirming in a burst. "ehehee~! a-ahaha! mhm~ahahaaa! hahaha! oho no, ahee thihink it's you~! hahaa!" he playfully accused, starting to lightly kick his legs.

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Papyrus gasped dramatically. “Oh, dear! It appears you are right, brother! However, I have found that I'm unable to stop! I seem to be mutating from a skeleton monster to a skeleton tickle monster!” He started to rapidly scratch and skitter across his backbone, twisting his fingers mercilessly between the vertebrae.

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Shoulders shaking in genuine mirth, Sans briefly guffawed before falling back into helpless giggles. "ahaha~heehehee! oho nohoho! y-you gahahatta fihight ihit, bro! gghkk~! aaahaaahaa! heheee~aaaaaaahaa~!"It was still wonderful, but the relentless twists crossed that unbearable cusp and Sans rolled over onto his back, defensively batting at his brother's hands. "hehee! d-dohon't gihive in! hahaaa!"

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Papyrus laughed loudly and happily as he gently combated with his brother, trying to find an opening to tickle his ribs. “I'm tryheeheeing, brother! Nyahahaah!”

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Seeing the long, bony fingers dart in close to his ribs was enough to make Sans curl up, rolling onto his side, eyes shut tightly and grin giddy "heheee! noho! no! ahaaa! whyhehe cahan't you t-tuhurn ihinto a h-hugging mohonster? haaha!"

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Giggling, Papyrus hugged Sans tightly, nuzzling him affectionately. “Believe me, brother, you'll wish you never asked for this!” Grinning, he began to wiggle his fingers along Sans' spine and hips, trapping his arms to his sides in the hug.

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After an initial jolt, Sans nearly relaxed into the cuddly hug, letting out a full-bodied sigh — then tensed up again at Papyrus's words. With a gasping yelp, he wriggled and wormed around to no avail, now completely unable to physically defend himself. "kkh~hehee! ahaha! pahaaahap! nahaa, plehease! you're r-rihight, ahehee rehehegret ihit! hahaahaa!"

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“Alright, alright, I'll leave you alone now.” He stopped tickling and snuggled Sans with a happy hum.

Just then, the front door swung inwardly, and Denise and Frisk entered the house, the younger sister holding a pet carrier in her arms. “Hey, Frisk and I are back!” Spotting the two brothers snuggling on the couch, she squealed loudly, her hands shooting up to her mouth. “Awwwww! So adorable! Frisk, look how cute they are!”

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"hehee...~" Sans affectionately bumped his head against Papyrus's chest, nuzzling him with a contented smile. His sockets still betrayed a little wear, but in the moment, his troubles felt far away.

"Oh my gosh, awwwwww! I wish I had a camera, hehe!" Frisk giggled.

"geeze, it's like they've never seen two skeletons hug before," Sans mumbled to Papyrus with an amused, lazy roll of his eyes. In any case, the mood of the two girls seemed a sign for good news. He spoke up a little louder, "how was the trip to the vet?"

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Papyrus giggled at Sans' comment.

“Ehhh....” Denise crossed her arms and glared off to the side in irritation. “It would've been great if it weren't for my ex begging me to take him back.”

“Ex?” Papyrus echoed, looking up inquisitively at his girlfriend. “I didn't know you had a boyfriend before.”

“Believe me, I wish I didn't. Chris is so desperately clingy. He tried to give me a discount, then offered to heal Angel for free, if I went on a date with him.”

“Wowie, he does sound rather desperate for your affection.”

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"Yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight ... but he did get Angel patched up, so she should be more stable now!"

"heh ... looks like the poor thing's still sleepin'. geeze, i might join her soon...."

"Chris said to let her rest as long as she needs, so we probably should let her wake on her own."

Sans gave Papyrus a squeeze. "...well, tori's expecting an explanation, so i'd better go give her one. will you be okay, bro?" he asked softly. Sans knew Papyrus was concerned about him, but the smaller skeleton knew none of this had been easy on his brother either.

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“I'm more concerned about you to be honest,” the younger skeleton admitted. “But yes, I'll be fine. If you need any help with any explanation, just let me know and I'll be there faster than you can say deter—” He stopped himself, remembering the little panic attack Sans got the last time he used that word. “E-er.... F-faster than you can say spaghetti!”

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Chuckling weakly, Sans glanced away with a nod. "don't ... don't fret about me, pap." His pupils flicked up to look at him again. "you've already helped me plenty." Sliding off the couch, he picked up his milky tea, giving his brother a soft smile. "love ya, bro." Then he headed to Toriel's room, knocking on the door. "hey, tori, it's just me."

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“I love you, too, Sans. Good luck.” He flashed a supportive smile at his brother as he left the room.

Toriel opened the door and smiled softly down at Sans. “Hello, dear. Are you here to explain what happened? I just want to let you know beforehand that I am not angry, so please do not feel the need to walk on eggshells around me.”

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Sans hadn't really thought she was, but he felt himself relax more anyway. "heh, thanks, that's ... nice to know, actually." He gently brushed her fingers with his own as he passed, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"the thing is ... even if i wanna tell you everything, it might be ... difficult. i-it's ... where angel and i were specifically ... it doesn't technically ... exist. pap and me and the humans went to the underground 'cause denise and frisk wanted to see if we could find any more skeleton monsters down there. and ... there's something about my and pap's past ... something to do with probably our dad, something that was ripped away from time so that it technically never happened."

"i ... i know there's too many 'technicallys' here already, but i-it's hard for me to wrap my mind around and the more i try to understand it anyway, the more aggressively ... it tries to make me forget. th-that whole event's already a blur.... but anyway, it was there waiting for us, i suppose 'cause of who we were lookin' for, and i, uh, teleported us away from the danger. angel followed us and when you called, i went to look for her and she was in that non-existent place, already wounded, so i went in to find her."

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Toriel nodded slowly, looking puzzled and startled. “...I see. Well ... I suppose a lot of strange things can happen to a place full of discharged magic. I'm afraid I do not entirely understand, but I do know you would never lie to me. Just.... Whatever you plan to do next, be careful. I do not like to bring this up and I'm sorry for this, but.... You said Angel was attacked down there. She was almost killed, but if-if it were you who were attacked....” She didn't say anymore on the subject, lowering her gaze to her lap and tearing up a bit. “J-just be more c-careful, dear....”

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Sans gulped down the rest of his tea, playing with his fingers. "gh ... believe me, this is the sort of thing i'd love to study and research and experiment with to help everyone understand it better, but i'm not about to endanger anyone for curiosity's sake. ...a-and i know, tori...." He knew he was lucky. He had been completely vulnerable, and yet Angel's attacker hadn't touched him. If he'd died there, would anyone even remember him? Rising to his feet, he hugged the goat monster gently, looking up at her. "i know...."

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The boss monster hugged the smaller monster back, falling to her knees and burying her face into his hoodie as her shoulders quaked with silent weeps.

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"hey, it's okay...." He moved a hand up to tenderly pet her head for a little while, then gently grabbed one of her paws, maneuvering it to his cheek, nuzzling and kissing at it. "i'm here, tori, i'm not gonna be reckless. heh, a guy like me knows better...."

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“I-I.... I know. I was j-just scared.... I don't w-want to lose anyone else ever ag-gain....” She sniffled and wiped her tears away with her other paw before nuzzling Sans.

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He held her close, fingers gently clutching into her fur. She deserved someone stronger than him. Someone she wouldn't have to worry about after suffering the losses she had. And Sans couldn't promise his own safety. Between Flowey and the Void, he was walking on the edge of a knife. "i love you so much, tori. i-i'll do my best for you, okay?"

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“That's all I can ask from you, d-dear. Thank you.” Toriel finished wiping her tears away and smiled gently down at him. “There was something else I had wanted to ask of you. If we aren't too busy, would you still like to spend some time together tomorrow like we both agreed on?”

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He softly grinned at her. "of course, tori, i've been achin' to spend more time with you...."

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“Good, I'm glad. But why don't you and the others take the rest of the day to wind back down? You've clearly had a very stressful day.”

A sudden knocking at the door caught the two monsters’ attention. “Sans? Are you in there?” The voice belonged to Papyrus.

“Yes, he is. Can we help you, Papyrus?”

“Angel's awake and ... she's saying some rather disturbing stuff. Even Flowey's listening to what she has to say in the living room.”

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"oh, geeze, we better get down there!" Hurrying to the door, Sans followed Papyrus downstairs with his empty cup.

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Denise was sitting on the couch stroking a frantic Angel in her lap, Frisk sitting next to her and Flowey perched on the coffee table. She looked up when she spotted Papyrus coming back with Sans. “Come over here, you need to hear this. Angel, tell us everything you know.”

“I.... I....” Angel was trembling violently in the older human’s lap, her amber eyes wide with fear. “I saw... a non-monster.... She looked like Frisk, but…. B-but they had r-red eyes, and they were g-green and yellow ... a-and they had a kn-kn-knife!... They…. Th-they…!” The kitten buried her face in her paws, mewling in despair.

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Sans's pupils flickered out, his hollow stare directed at Frisk’s pale face as memories flashed of the little girl wielding the knife — of her killing everyone—! No ... no, that hadn't happened....

Angel's description of her attacker didn't match the visions he'd seen. …But, another memory sparked. The note he'd written to himself. Green and yellow were a danger to Papyrus. He'd assumed it just meant Flowey, but the way he'd phrased it always seemed odd to him. He could vaguely recall their conversation in that doomed timeline, his brother had dreamed of a figure in green and yellow with a knife....

And hadn't he had the same dream — just from a different perspective — even before...? He heavily winced, his skull beginning to pound.

Slowly reaching trembling fingers, he softly stroked around her ears. "i'm so sorry that happened to you, angel...."

Flowey was quiet, intently hanging on her every word. How had Chara survived? Did she have determination powers too? But if Angel compared her to Frisk, that meant she was still a child — at least in body. Yes, he'd been disillusioned somewhat by Frisk's appearance, but only because ... seeing his sibling again was such a strong desire. Surely, Chara wouldn't hide from him for so long? Had she just awoken? Was she still who she used to be?

Flowey knew of Chara's more ... violent tendencies — and her affinity for knives — but she had only been trying to creep him out, he'd thought. And maybe some accidents happened, one in particular that inspired their plan.... And she was certainly aggressive when they had shared a body that fateful day. But she hadn't outright stabbed someone before. That he knew about, anyway.

Nevertheless, he'd taken her philosophy to heart, becoming more and more aggressive and violent in his own right until he convinced himself it didn't matter anyway — that death and murder had no meaning. It became a game of cause and effect, a means to satisfy his curiosity. To manipulate and spur unique events.

He wasn't sure what it meant to Chara. And that ... unsettled even him.

"Did she say anything to you?" he asked.

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Angel leaned into Sans' hand when he pet her and looked at Flowey, trembling violently. She couldn’t help but wonder how he could have assumed the human’s gender. “She.... She said.... ‘She will pay….’ I-I don't know who she was t-talking about.... I-I don't have a-anything she w-wants from m-me!...” She buried her face in Denise’s lap and mewled like a lost kitten.

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"hey...," Sans started soothingly, stroking along her back. "i'm sure she's got nothin' against ya, it was just, uh...." A stab in the dark. Sans grimaced at himself. "an unlucky circumstance. it doesn't sound like you're her real target, and we're all gonna keep you safe from anything like that happening ever again."

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“O-okay....”

“Wait a minute,” Papyrus suddenly said, realization dawning on him. “I think I might know what she's talking about! Sometimes I have nightmares of a little human girl wearing green and yellow holding a knife. I'd try to befriend her, but then.... Then she'd ... erm....” He wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and gulped. “N-never mind.”

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Sans looked up at Papyrus with anxious eyes, putting a comforting hand on him. He wished his brother didn't have to remember such a horrible dream ... but perhaps it was for the better. "please, pap ... you're so kind, and i know you always look for the good in people, but please ... stay away from this human if you see her," he begged.

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“But ... I know she can be good. Who would be evil for no reason?” He couldn’t help a glance at Flowey, then sighed heavily. “Alright, I'll stay away from her....”

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Flowey briefly shot Papyrus a sharp-toothed grin in return.

"th-thanks, bro." Sans felt a bit of relief wash over him. "you don't know how much that eases my mind...." He turned back to the kitten, smiling gently. "you take it easy, all right, cutie? heh ... hey, tori, can't we overlook angel's punishment just for now? i think she should have a little somethin' nice for bein' so brave."

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Toriel glanced down at the kitten in question. “Well.... While she shouldn't have been going off on her own in the first place, I do agree with you. Her punishment shall be lifted until she's in good health.”

“Thank you….” Angel closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

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Sans gave Toriel a grateful look as he gave the kitten a gentle parting pet. "mm, i think angel has the right idea ... might just go curl up somewhere...."

Seeing he wouldn't be getting any further insight for now, Flowey nudged Frisk. "All right, I guess you could put me back on the windowsill now."

Frisk nodded, carrying him there. "Is it who you mistook me for?" she inquired in a whisper.

Flowey narrowed his eyes, frowning at her, but finally relented an answer. "I think so. But I don't know what she's up to, so don't hound me about it."

The little girl stared down at the floor, still holding onto the flowerpot. “...But how could they have seen her in their dreams if—”

“I don’t know! And you should just shut up if you know what’s good for you!”

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“I'm ready for a nap myself,” Denise yawned with a stretch.

“How about you all take a nap to restore your energy, and I will make Shepherd's pie tonight,” Toriel offered.

“Wowie, that sounds delicious, Lady Toriel!” Papyrus exclaimed with an excited grin.

“Aww, thank you, Papyrus! So, I'm assuming you and Denise are both going to be sleeping in Sans' room from now on?”

Papyrus and Denise both blushed heavily. “Wh-wha?!...”

“I’ve been married for a good while, and I'm currently dating Sans. I think I can tell two people are in love when I see it, don't you? Congratulations, my dears.”

“U-Uhh.... Th-thanks, Ms. Toriel!” Denise stammered.

“Of course! Come along, sugar skull!”  Picking Sans up, Toriel cradled him in her arms. As she walked to her room, she whispered to him with a giggle. “Which sounds like a better ship name to you? Denirus or Papynise?”

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Sans felt so warm and comfortable in Toriel's arms, already half-asleep, about to mumble an amused reply, when suddenly her earlier words caught up with him and his sockets snapped wide open. "wait. they were both sleeping in my room!?"

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“Hehe! That they were, just last night! I heard them from my room — I do have rather big ears after all — and they were so shy, it was quite amusing and adorable to listen to. I knew the two had a thing for each other before even they did.”

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Sans glanced away, conflicted. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to lightheartedly tease his brother about it, but ... hadn't they said they only got that final push to tell each other their feelings after his jab at them this morning? And crawling into bed with his crush didn't sound like something Papyrus would do on a whim.

Was ... Papyrus being harassed at night? It was a good move to hide in plain sight — in the blissful ignorance of the others. But considering all that had happened between Angel and Flowey, and the conditional 'game' Flowey had in store for his brother and him ... well, the SOULless creature didn't like to be ignored.

And he knew Papyrus was going to shoulder as much of the burden as possible to spare him. He hated how much Flowey was taking advantage of that fact. His sockets panged, SOUL aching, and Sans did his best not to start weeping.

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Toriel walked into her room and tucked Sans in her bed. “There we go! Snug as a bug in a— ...Sans? Are you alright?” She noticed Sans looking a little more down than usual. “Is it something about Papyrus and Denise? I suppose it would be difficult watching your little brother growing up after having protected and cherished him like a child all your life.” She smiled empathetically and stroked his head.

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A small, selfish part of him was affected like she said, but he really was ecstatic about the two of them. He closed his eyes, leaning needily into her touch. It was useless to lie to her, and he didn't want to anyway. "i ... it's just been such a long day already ... i h-have a lot on my mind...."

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“I understand. Would you like for me to stay with you for a bit? Just until you fall asleep? I have no trouble at all doing so.” She lovingly caressed his cheeks and rubbed his back, nuzzling him softly all the while.

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"h-hmm~ if you wouldn't mind, i-it's comforting with you here," he agreed, smiling and sighing as she pampered him. And geeze, that feels so nice.... His SOUL lit in a glow, faintly shining through the center of his galaxy shirt. "thanks, tori, i love you."

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“I love you too, sugar skull. Now, which would you like from me? A shoulder and foot massage, a back rub, or a backbone tickle? Or would you like all three, or perhaps something else? Whichever you choose, I am perfectly fine with it.”

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Everything she said sounded heavenly. "oh geeze, do what you like with me, tori, i'm all yours," he responded with a blush that he didn't bother hiding, gazing up at her fondly.

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“Oh, are you now?” She smirked playfully with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she grabbed a hold of one of Sans' ankles and began rubbing his sole with her thumbs, occasionally scratching gently with her claws.

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He squirmed at her look with a shiver of anticipation. The massage over his foot bones was incredibly relaxing, though the soft brush of her fur kept him slightly on edge, a squeal building up inside him that broke free when she used her claws. "heeeee~hehee! h-hehmmhm! m-mmm~ mhmhmm...." If not for the firm hold on his ankle, he was sure he wouldn't be able to hold still for her with those deadly ticklish things.

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“Oh? Whatever is wrong, dear? I'm just giving you a massage.” Pretending to be oblivious to the situation, struggling to hold back a giggle, Toriel massaged and softly scratched his toes.

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"heheheee! mm-hmhmm~ n-nothin', i-it's n-nihice...!" he played along. But was it really playing if it was true? His fingers lightly clawed into the bed, toes curling and twitching. "kkh~hmmhaha! m~mm~hmm...."

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“Oh?” She stopped to look at his toes. “It seems you have a bit of dirt between your toes. Allow me to brush it out for you, dear.” She smiled and giggled as she stroked the fur on her fingers between the phalanges, gently prying them apart with her other hand to better brush between them.

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Sans involuntarily jerked on his ankle, his other leg curling up as far it it could go. "ghh—heeehee~! ahaa, o-oho no, plehease!" he squirmed and rocked, giving the mattress an even pummeling with both fists. "eeeeeehee! ahee c-can gehet ihit mysehelf! d-don't goho t-to the t-trohouble! hahaaa~!"

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“Oh, don't be silly, it's no trouble at all! However, it seems my fur won't help much.... Perhaps this will instead.” She started to lick and nibble his toes, all the while lightly trailing her nails up and down his foot at a leisurely pace.

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"hh—hahaaaahaaa! noho no, nahaat thahat! ahahaa~ee—! heheheee! gaha—! ihit tihickles!" He couldn't help a few thrashes, the combination of tongue and claws really did make it feel like his foot was under a vicious attack — not that it wasn't.

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“I believe I got it, hehehe! Now, let's have a look at the other one.” Toriel grabbed his other ankle, letting go of the first, and started stroking her fingers between his toes.

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"hehehee~aaaahahaaha! nono! hahaaa! noho, staaahaap! ee~heeheeheeeee~!" Now she had him all worked up and he clutched at his skull with a long, shrill squeal, arching, his first set of toes still ringing with tingles.

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Toriel spotted that Sans' torso was now unprotected, and with a devious bleat of laughter she pounced, wiggling her fingers under his arms. “Gotcha! Hehehee!”

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"ahaa~eeeeeek~khh—!" Sans's eyes briefly opened wide, arms snapping down to his sides far too late. "eeeehee~! nahahaa! oh gahaha—! plehehease!" Cachinnating squeakily, he weakly clutched at her forearms. "ihit's so t-t-tihihicklish...! ahahaaaa~!"

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“Oh, my stars, you are still too adorable for your own good!” She nuzzled the hem of his shirt up with her broad muzzle so she could blow fluffy raspberries on his spine and ribs, still scratching his underarms.

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"ee~noho! nononooaaaaahahahahaaaaiiieheeee—!" Head turned to the side, he was briefly paralyzed by the radiating ticklish sensations. "ahee...! ahehe c-cahan't ta~heehee~ke it!" Reflexes kicking back in, he wriggled and pushed against her — though that would have no effect even at full strength.

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“Okay, okay, I'll have mercy!” Laughing, Toriel stopped tickling and retreated her paws and muzzle. “I'm so sorry for getting carried away, I just adore your laughter and I figured you needed to a little. Are you alright?”

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"hehehee...~" Opening slightly watering sockets, his expression softened to one of adoration, SOUL glimmering. "yeah, i'm all right ... still a bit tingly, heheh...." He dared to raise an arm up again, cupping her cheek and stroking with a thumb. "thanks, tori, i do like to laugh, heh. glad you get somethin' outta it too."

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She leaned into the affection with a happy hum. “I did. Oh, how I love you so.” Her own SOUL began to glow brightly through her dress, nearly in sync with Sans'.

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"i love you too, toriel ... geeze, you're so beautiful...," he murmured, petting her until his hand dropped from exhaustion. He nestled close to her, closing his eyes, soon falling asleep.

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“Thank you, dear. And you're very handsome.” She nuzzled him gently as he fell asleep, then quietly left him to rest, heading off to the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner.

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

Melodic laughter echoed throughout the confined space, drowning out the incoherent grumbles uttered by one of the debate participants. The subject allocated to the topic of discussion was none other than Suna Rintarou’s love life. Initially the conversation was centered on the middle blocker’s suspicious behaviour. It did not require incredible intelligence to recognize that his behaviour would shift when a certain individual’s name would brighten his otherwise blackened screen. However, much to your dismay, the interrogation that subsequently ensued only elicited one repeated response from the middle blocker – ‘you will find out soon’. But the lack of satisfaction from his vague answers only prolonged the process Suna was itching to escape. If you were going to suffer from the absence of clarity, he would suffer too. And unbeknownst to him, the situation would become significantly worse.

After catching snippets of the conversation, Grandma Kita thought it would be beneficial to present him with the printed profiles of ten young women she originally picked for her grandson. Shinsuke advocated for every candidate, claiming each would be a far more suitable wife than a puppet. Though the colour drained from his face when his grandmother refocused her attention on him, inquiring why he rejected each of them if he held them with such high regard. The poor rice farmer dropped his head, allowing his bangs to conceal the exhaustion furrowing his brows. Was it so wrong that he was waiting for love?

“Alright, let’s go. You’re out.” Suna casually brushed at his sleeves to discard the dust that accumulated over the last five minutes, waiting for you to comply with his orders.

“Why are you kicking me out?” Humorous laughter bubbled from your throat as you returned to your feet. “It isn’t my fault that Shin-Shin isn’t getting married.” The remark only caused the younger Kita to sink further in shame, while Suna rolled his eyes in annoyance. With an intake of breath through his nostrils, the middle blocker applied pressure against your back, indicating you to follow his guidance.

“Out. Now.” Speaking the demands through gritted teeth, he steered you down the hallway, towards the front door. Once Kita realized that his friend was no longer jesting, he protested his movements while fumbling to his feet.

“Why am I being thrown out by Hamtaro? He doesn’t even live here!” The Mean Girls reference earned you a snicker from the black-haired male, who paused to tug the front door open for you before nudging you outside. You were funny sometimes; he would give you that.

“Shoo.”

“Hammy, I swear I will get you back for - ...” Any trace of humour faded from your lips as your eyes fixated on the familiar figure stood at the bottom of the stairs. The dull illumination flowing from the lamppost added an artificial glow to the male’s skin. Your heart applauded the visual in the form of irregular beats while you bit the inside of your lip lightly, hoping to veil the joy his presence brought you.

“Hi gorgeous.”

Osamu’s features lifted into a gentle expression, with adoration sparkling in his eyes. He knew you were combating your emotions from the little twitches of your fingers. You were always a physically affectionate person. Usually you would maintain some form of physical connection with him whenever he was present, whether it was looping his pinky with yours or sitting snug against his side during a familial gathering. 

In past altercations, he knew you would struggle with maintaining distance, but your stubbornness would always successfully overwhelm your cravings for his touch. It was for that reason he would be the first to eliminate the invisible barriers you constructed either through an unexpected hug or a chaste kiss. You always assumed that you were the only one who was enraptured by his touch, but truthfully… he needed you too, far more than you realized.

“’Samu…What are you doing here?” Pieces of the puzzle slowly connected inside of your mind. Suna was not texting his lover after all, he was texting yours.

“I’m here to apologize to the love of my life for being an idiot. Is that a crime?” Osamu adjusted the bouquet of carnations propped against his arm, prompting an intoxicating scent to travel through the air. Once the scent reached you, a ticklish sensation led you to crinkle your nose. 

“What happened to your meeting with the interior designer?” Briefly your gaze flickered to the flowers, the petals surrounding the center bore the same shade of pink as your cheeks did. You had to question if that was coincidental. But he did always love that blush on you.

“I blew them off.” Small cracks slowly began dismantling the armour you had adored, providing him with the confidence to step closer to you.

“That’s very unlike you.” Crossing your arms over your shoulder, you squinted at him, not prepared to fully accept his response. In the last few months, he certainly made it clear that establishing the second shop was his priority. So, what changed?

“Yeah well, I don’t need to build a future if you’re not in it.” Halting at the middle point of the front steps, a smile curved the ends of his lips as he extended a hand, mentally praying you would take it.

“Gross. What are you doing? Trying to recreate Aladdin?” Suna stood against the door frame with Kita beside him, faking a gag while gesturing to his open mouth. “Can you guys do this elsewhere?”

“There is a bench at the end of the pathway. I suggest going there. The stars are particularly bright from that location.” The white-haired farmer nodded to signal his agreement, then pointed to the partially lit trail. He was well informed by Suna about the status of your relationship, and he only wished the best for his two friends. But he also knew that you both required privacy to discuss the matters plaguing you. “Yet I must say, it is good to see you, Osamu. It’s been quite some time.” He bowed his head in respect at the younger male who mirrored the movement seconds after.

“You too, Kita-san. Thank you. Let’s catch up in a bit.” Returning his attention to you, his eyebrows raised, questioning whether you would accept his offered hand. “First, I owe my future wife a massive apology.” 

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[sidereal-fantasies]

Sincerely, Not You

[Choi San]

01: Valentine’s Woes and Chance Encounters

WARNING(S): None (except one curse word)

College AU in which Choi San and many others receive letters that threaten to break their already fragile hearts.

“For a poet, you truly are oblivious to the emotions that make up a person. That, or you don’t know how to convey your own.”

Hailed as a genius writer, it came as a surprise to many when the great Choi San would reveal that he hadn’t experienced true love. True love, in the thoughts of San, was a state where nothing could mean everything. The tiniest details suddenly multiply and matter so much more, as if a mind filled with unfinished sentences and distractions that focused solely on the target of affection wasn’t enough. Their name would be repeated like a broken record. Their flaws would turn into your favorite things about them. Sharp edges turned into soft corners. Heavy stones would suddenly be light as a feather. In other words, true love to San meant dedicating your entire being to one person and one person only for a rather long time.

Today just so happened to be Valentine’s Day; a holiday meant to emphasize the importance of the everlasting concept of finding and loving someone with all their heart and showering them in sickeningly sweet affection. A day where Choi San viewed like any other day despite his specific fantasies about true love.

Valentine’s Day was also a holiday that San didn’t quite understand.

And his bemusement with the day of love only continued as he watched his dear friend, Jung Wooyoung, politely reject a girl after one of their lecture classes.

San had decided to linger around the corner as he eyed the peculiar scene in front of him. Why should it be today where many people suddenly deem it perfect to confess their interest in somebody and shower them in roses that would only wilt a few days later and chocolates that would be gone within the next hour? 

San pouted slightly as he watched the girl scurry off, face stained with an embarrassing shade of ruby red while his closest friend stood there in a slight daze, clutching the rose with his own frown plastered to his lips. He then approached the wordless man and placed a hand on his shoulder which shook him out of his wandering thoughts.

“Weren’t you just complaining about not having someone to spend Valentine’s Day with last week,” San teased. Wooyoung muttered a curt ‘shut up’ before shoving the rose into San’s chest.

“Don’t you have an entire essay due in the next two days that you have yet to start?” Wooyung countered.

“You mean the essay we both procrastinated on plus the new assignment we got today?”

Wooyoung exhaled softly, holding his hands up in defeat with a little shake of his head. Their conversation came to a momentary pause as Wooyoung glanced back at the direction that girl ran off in, heart squeezing slightly in guilt. San noticed the lingering feelings, but couldn’t help but to cast his own gaze down to the scarlet flower in his hand. The stem itself was trimmed, leaving it shorter than usual and thorn-less as well. The petals, however, were crushed slightly, either from Wooyoung’s brash action or the girl’s lack of focus on the delicate flower. His fingers brushed over them, taking in the odd texture. Figures, he thought. It’s plastic. Perhaps he missed some kind of attempt of a semi-poetic confession.

“It happens sometimes, Wooyoung,” San simply said in an effort to comfort the younger man. “It’s just Valentine’s Day, anyways. A lot of people get in a frenzy to hook up with the nearest person.”

Wooyoung’s shoulders slumped forward slightly as his frown increased. “I know, but I still feel guilty. A lot of people expect a lot to happen on Valentine’s Day and I probably just crushed her heart,” he explained. 

San tore his gaze away from Wooyoung. He was right, in a way. He noticed how many people’s hearts swell at the idea of either spending this particular day with their significant other or in the arms of a newfound love. He’s seen it so many times that he wondered if that’s all he ever witnessed on a day he would rather skip over instead. Hearts were delicate things, as he had observed from his friends. Made of tangled webs and thin glass, it was almost too easy to leave a crack or two in them every now and then. He just couldn’t understand why so many were so willing to risk dropping their own hearts on one particular day.

“How about we hang out tonight? We’ll drag some of the others out of their dorms as well and maybe we could go on another adventure to the local convenience store,” San suggested. The corners of Wooyung’s lips turned upwards as he nodded his head vigorously. “Maybe we can get Seonghwa to tag along then and make him pay for all of us again,” Wooyoung joked. A small chuckle rumbled in San’s chest.

“I’d rather not hear him nag at all of us for not being able to agree on a single brand of ramen...“

Unfortunately, San and Wooyoung were only able to drag Kang Yeosang and Jeong Yunho out of their dorms. The older members of their friend group, Park Seonghwa and Kim Hongjoong, decided that studying was top priority while San’s roommate, Song Mingi, opted for a nap instead of a late night adventure. Choi Jongho, another friend of theirs, was focused on editing a song cover and simply told them to bring back something extremely caffeinated for him, claiming that editing was ‘sucking the very soul of his being out’ with how frustratingly picky he was. Nevertheless, the four of them made it work, effectively getting Wooyoung’s mind off of today’s confession with cheap ramen noodles that had to be inhaled within minutes due to the store owner wanting to close up really soon.

Since they all still had class tomorrow, the group’s mini-adventure ended rather sooner than expected with the others walking home while San seeked shelter underneath an awning as he waited for Mingi to pick him up. As San pulled his jacket closer to his shivering body, he realized that it may have been smarter to linger within the convenience store instead. It was too late now, however, leaving San to miserably accept his fate as the late winter breeze nipped at his exposed cheeks. The thoughts of curling up underneath a blanket once he got back to his dorm was eventually interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching him.

San quickly glanced out of the corner of his eye to see who had joined him under the awning only to be greeted by the sight of your flushed face and [hair color] hair tucked messily underneath a black beanie. He had seen you a few times before on campus, most of them having been in the library in hopes of finding a study space on last minute’s notice. As he recalled, you were in most of Yeosang’s lecture classes since you dropped off notes for him on a few rare occasions. Not a talkative one, as Yeosang described from the very scarce encounters and group projects he was assigned with. Yet, those vague descriptions didn’t look like they exactly fit you. The writer in San’s mind was already attempting to dissect you based on your rather oblivious self right now. Tired [eye color] eyes remained glued to the glowing screen as one of your small hands raised to the scarf wrapped loosely around your neck to adjust it. The pink hue from the late night’s winter breeze barely peeked out, leaving him to assume that you may have been waiting for a bus now to rush by much longer than he was.

Your eyes peeled away from the screen before catching sight of San. “Is there something wrong?”

San nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. Momentary panic rushed through his veins as his previous thought train came to a sudden crash. Say something, he almost screeched at himself. Anything to relieve this awkwardness.

“I’ve seen you around campus a couple of times,” San stated rather bluntly. 

“And so have I, Choi San.”

Shit, he mentally cursed. San’s mouth parted slightly, yet no words rolled out. Only silence from the dark haired male as he tried to regain his thoughts once more.

“That was weird,” you murmured under your breath with San not knowing if he was meant to hear it or not. “I’m [Surname] [Name], by the way. We have a morning lecture together on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s. Plus, everyone always goes on about how amazing of a writer you are,” you explained as you finally turned to face San.

A mischievous glint flickered in your gaze, igniting something deep within San’s chest before a chuckle left him.

“Then why don’t I see you as often then?” San inquired.

“Most likely because I prefer sitting in the back,” you answered honestly. 

San hummed in response. “I see, then. Maybe I should start looking for you more.”

You blinked a few times, tilting your head slightly at San as he flashed you a gentle smile. The dimples adorning his cheeks were not helping with the sudden flusterness washing over you either. 

“Wait, why?” you questioned.

San turned to fully face you now, hands tucked into his pockets in an attempt to conserve what little feeling he had left in his icy fingers. For some reason, it didn’t feel like he needed to in your eyes. Cold, dangerous, lethal in many ways; while regarded for his work despite only being just a year into college, he was untouchable. Perhaps it stems from the fear of being featured in an upcoming writer’s work for life experiences and extreme rollercoasters of emotions are what fuel them to make some of the most heartbreaking stories. But, you couldn’t see that. The San that stood in front of you radiated warmth, comfort, and safety despite standing out on the corner of the street and bracing the late night’s cold wind. A rosy hue dusted his own paled cheeks as the heart-stopping smile was still plastered to his lips. It was as if he was wordlessly encouraging you to let your guard down. It’s alright, his smile read,

“Because I want to be friends with you now,” San responded.

Your eyes widen at San’s declaration before the ticklish sensation of laughter bubbles out of your chest. 

“Sure, San, it’s nice to be friends now.”

Soon enough, the soft, yellow glare of headlights steadily rolled by before coming to a gentle stop in front of San and you, signaling for the two of you to part ways for now. As you stepped on, your head quickly whipped back to San.

“Don’t forget about the essay and extra credit assignment,” you reminded the male just before the doors closed.

San opened his mouth only to close it as he watched the bus pull away. With that, he let out a loud groan before he slipped one of his hands out of his pockets to pinch the bridge of his nose.

That’s right. That stupid letter assignment I have still yet to contemplate about.

[hopeswriting]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020 

PROMPT: Compliments

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Chrome & Lambo

SUMMARY:

Chrome and Lambo unexpectedly meet at the park.

WORDS: 770

*

Chrome pats herself on the back for immediately recalling the name of the cow child upon seeing him. Not that he is easy to forget, on the contrary.

He’s kind of sticking out right now, with his black afro, and horns, and his cow theme clothes, all by himself in the park.

He walks pitifully right by the bench she’s sat on, kicking his feet and grumbling. He whips around just as he is about to walk past her entirely.

“You!”

Lambo points her accusingly, Lightning flames sparkling around his horns. There’s clear defiance in his eyes, in every features of his face, in the way he’s poised, and in his entire demeanor, really.

Chrome truly admires how much space he’s always willing to take—all the space he can and more—without never second-guessing himself for a second.

“Hi, my name’s Chrome.”

Lambo falters. “Are you... Tsuna-nii’s friend?”

Chrome blinks. “I’m... on your side,” she settles on.

Mukuro pokes her pettily, but they are, aren’t they? To some extent anyway. Chrome certainly isn’t wearing the Vongola Ring out of fashion sense.

But Boss’ friends? Maybe one day.

Lambo climbs on the bench, sits besides her like they’re the best of friends now.

“I’m The Great Lambo, a hitman from the Bovino famiglia, and I’ll be the one to defeat Stupid Reborn.”

“The Sun Arcobaleno?”

Lambo jumps to his feet, actually making her tense for a second. “I will, I will! Don’t underestimate me.” He takes grenades out of his hair, two in each hand. “With these weapons Boss gave me, one day for sure—”

Chrome snatches the grenades from him, too brutally maybe because he freezes.

“You can’t show them around like that Lambo-san, not here.” She glances around them, but thankfully no one seems to have noticed. “You should be more careful with them too. They could have slipped from your hands and exploded on you.”

Chrome holds the grenades back to him in her open hands, a light layer of Mist around them just in case. Lambo hides one back in his hair slowly, side-eyeing her somewhat... distrustfully?

“These are real bombs.”

Chrome tilts her head. “Yes, I know? You’re a hitman, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He perks up, hides two more grenades with more pep. “And I’ll beat Stupid Reborn ass back to hell one day.”

Chrome winces internally, while Muckuro chuckles, delighted. She pinches him in a chiding manner.

“It’s a very big dream to have.”

“It’s not a dream, it’s Lambo’s ambition.”

“It’s a very big ambition to devote yourself to.”

Lambo hides the last of his grenades, and straightens his back pretentiously. “I’m not afraid.”

Chrome smiles. “No, I guess you wouldn’t be. You’re very brave after all.”

Lambo blinks. “Lambo is?”

“I saw you step in the Lightning arena during the Varia battles. It must have been really scary to you.” Something like baited hope takes over his face, and a bit of wonder. “And then you walked off his Lightning attack. You’re very strong too, aren’t you?”

Lambo puts his hands on his hips, throws back his head. He bursts out laughing, red dusting his cheek.

“Of course I am,” he screams, attracting eyes their way. “The Great Lambo is the Strongest Man in the World.”

Chrome covers her mouth with her hand to muffle her laugh. She leans back against the bench, puts her bento on her lap.

It completely slipped out of her mind, what with this unexpected encounter.

“Are you lying?”

Chrome needs a second to realize the quiet voice is Lambo’s. He plays with his tail, his head ducked down and his eyes stuck to his feet.

“Of course not,” she says as softly as him. “I wish I could have as great ambitions as yours. The fact you can really speaks of your strong mind to me.”

Lambo smiles. His Lightning flames buzz all around him, flickers of green flashing briefly here and there. They seep through her skirt when he puts his hand on her thigh, shock her in a ticklish way.

“You’re nice, I like you. Want to become The Great Lambo’s subordinate?”

“No, thank you.”

“Lambo is hungry too.”

Chrome chuckles. She opens her bento, puts the lid aside hesitantly. “I don’t mind, but—” Lambo snatches two takoyaki and stuffs them in his mouth “—I did it myself.”

He gulps them down without having chewed nearly often enough, snatches another takoyaki and swallows it even quicker.

“It’s good, but Mama’s are better. If you become The Great Lambo’s subordinate, I’ll ask Mama to teach you.”

Chrome laughs. “No, thank you.”

*

I feel like Mukuro would just hang at the back of Chrome’s mind whenever he can, experiencing the outside world through her eyes, making sarcastic comments through whatever way they communicate with each other.

Not words, or, like, a voice in her head. More like vibes, sensation like touch, or the flow of their flames, or something else.

And yeah, it’s... Not Great complimenting Lambo on how great of a hitman he’d be, but, well, he is a hitman. Wants to grow to be one anyway, so, you know.

Thank you for reading. Any and all review are appreciated ^^.