#like omg hello???? I’m gonna take that and run w it

[crybaby-bkg]

“I heard somewhere that laying down with your head hanging off the edge of the bed won’t make you gag.” You suddenly blurt out into the room, eyes glued to your phone. Bakugou blinks a couple of times at the tv before he turns to you, confusion written all over his face as he replays what you said again in his head.

“Hah?” Is all he asks, eyebrow cocked as he grunts at your little mischievous face. You’re practically hiding behind your phone now, shoulders hiked up as your eyes glance back to what’s on your screen.

“Lemme see.” He doesn’t wait for your explanation, only grabs you by the ankle resting in his lap and drags you closer to him until he can peek at your screen. You don’t try to hide it from him though, staring at him with wide eyes as his own buck at what you’ve been reading and watching this whole time.

“You really wanna try that? You know I don’t mind if you can’t get it all the way down your throat.” Bakugou says it so nonchalantly, almost as if his words don’t bring a torrent of memories and sex flashbacks highlighting the forefront of your mind. You nod quickly though, glancing at the screen once more before you look up to meet his devious smirk.

…

“Ya sure you want this?” Bakugou asks from above you, stripped down to his birthday suit, cock hanging hard and heavy above you. It’s a daunting sight really, all thick and veiny, precum dripping from his slit down onto your naked chest. It creates an almost humorous shadow against your skin, but to Bakugou, the sight only makes him harder.

“Fuck yes.” You nod quickly. You’re laying horizontally on you guys’ bed, head hanging off of the edge as Bakugou stands above you, grabbing at his base, ready to slip into your mouth the moment you grab at his thighs for support. He taps the mushroomed head against your lips a few times, smears it across your cheeks to watch your tongue follow the taste of it, before finally sliding himself into your mouth.

It’s a foreign feeling really, unused to being upside down while his cock grazes the inside of your mouth, but it feels good against your tongue. Makes your eyes flutter shut as you moan, digging your nails into his skin to urge him to sink even deeper into your mouth, your throat.

It’s an easy glide, he realizes, as he pushes further than he ever has. You choke a little, a small sound, but hold onto him even tighter when he tries to pull away. His balls graze your nose, the scent of them making your thighs clench together as you moan, the vibrations against his cock damn near bring tears to his eyes. Bakugou has to hold onto your tits for support, body caving above you as he fucks his cock in even deeper, groaning at the bump it creates against your skin.

You both wonder why it’s taken you so long to try this, and if you’ll ever go back to being on your knees again.

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#omfg tis is so dirty don’t perceive me #I had this idea the other day based on a tt I saw #and someone in the comments was like #hang upside if u don’t wanna choke 🫶🏼 #like omg hello???? I’m gonna take that and run w it #anyway I got flustered writing this for some reason omg #okay bye guys I’m gonna shower and try to read some stuff on here :) #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[ptergwen]

hello sweets! if you’re feeling it could you write a little blurb about tom randomly bringing flowers home for the reader :) much love val ! -hollandsangel

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warnings: mentions of food

a/n: yay omg i haven’t written for tom in a while so i’ve been hoping someone would request! thank you for sending mads and much love to you too <3 enjoy

you’re cooking dinner for yourself and tom. you’ve just gotten off of work, and he’ll be home from set soon. you figure you might as well get a head start. it’s a simple meal, but simple is good when you’re as busy as you and tom are.

the kitchen counters are covered in an array of ingredients, water boiling on the stove. you measure out pasta for the meal and search through the ingredients you’d gathered for an onion. you chop up the onion with tessa at your feet, tail wagging. she’s waiting for something to fall.

the front door clicks open just as you’re putting the pasta in the water. a grin instantly takes over your features. you hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen, so you wipe off your hands and turn around to find your loving boyfriend with a grin even wider than yours.

the scene before him couldn’t possibly be more endearing. you bare-faced and in loungewear with tessa by your side, the kitchen a mess from your efforts to prepare dinner.

tom can’t think of anything better to come home to.

“have you started dinner without me?”

“don’t sound so surprised. you’re impossible to cook with.”

“i’m impossible? love, you tear up the whole kitchen.”

“how else am i supposed to find what i’m looking for?”

tom chuckles and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. you stir the pasta, lips pulled into a smile and caught between your teeth. tom spots tessa curled in a ball by your feet.

“tess, there you are. you didn’t say hello. i don’t get a cuddle?”

“she’s busy, tom. she’s my sous-chef.”

“ah, i see. i’ve been replaced. as long as she wears a hairnet.”

you playfully roll your eyes and step away from the stove, going over to tom. he’s holding something behind his back. you gesture to it.

“you haven’t stolen from set already, have you?”

“not on this film. the director would have my head.”

“then what is it?”

tom beams and presents a bouquet of flowers to you. they’re fully bloomed, vibrant colors, their sweet smell wafting into your nose. you gasp and take them in your arms, running your fingers over the petals.

“flowers for my flower. i picked them up on my way home.”

“aw, they’re beautiful. thank you so much, tom.”

“yeah? you like them?”

“do i even have to answer that?”

you kiss all over tom’s cheeks. he hugs you close to him, rubbing up and down your back.

“i’m glad you like them. i’ll go get the vase.”

you grab tom by one of his biceps, looking into his eyes.

“hang on, what’s the occasion?”

“there’s no occasion. i just thought it was nice, and quite romantic. you know i’m a sucker for romance.”

you nod, a smile spreading across your lips.

“it’s very romantic, tom. thank you again.”

“you’re welcome, love. now, can i put these in some water?”

“okay. i’m gonna go check on the food.”

you hand tom the flowers. he kisses your cheek and heads off for the vase.

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[purrsonaimagines]

Hello again! I hope you're doing well💕 I had another request? No rush! I'm in an angsty mood, could i please request prompt 7 "Do you still even love me?" With Ryujis girlfriend getting worried over how close he and Ann are? (I love Ann,not hating on her lol) like his girlfriend becomes distant and takes frustration out on shadows? Thank you😭💕

omg of course!! i love ryuji requests sm tysm for requesting!! :) <3

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It started small, that tiny ugly inkling of jealousy. You were fully justified, or at least you thought you were.

It scared you, his relationship with Ann. How much they knew about each other, how long they’ve been friends. To put it simply, you were completely jealous of them.

How couldn’t you be? Ann was the perfect girl in the eyes of society. She was a model, had blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body. She was a whole package.

You knew that Ryuji wouldn’t leave you for her, or at least you thought you did. The mere thought made your mouth run dry, and heart speed up.

‘Why wouldn’t he leave her for me?’ You thought bitterly. Your thoughts egged on your negativity more and more.

She’s cuter than you are.

I bet he had a crush on her before you.

What if you’re a rebound?

-

Your weapon smashed directly through a Pyro-Jack, chrushing it intl withering pieces.

You gave a satisfied smile as you took a large gulp of air, turning to smiling Futaba.

“You are on fire, dude!” She cheered.

“Ah really? Thanks.” You smiled, rubbing at the nape of your neck.

“You haven’t used any boosts, either? You seem.. Stronger today.” Haru hummed.

“Not that you were weak at all before, though.” Makoto completed, curious as well.

“I uh.. I guess I’m just getting a better hang on things.” You shrugged, looking around at all the eyes on you.

“Well keep it up. We’re clearing these fights in record time.” Futaba stayed, turning to your leader.

“We’ll take one last fight, and then head back. Everyone assume your prior positions.” Akira ordered, crouching by a corner to wait.

As he leaped out and perled the mask from the shadow, you followed quickly.

It was then it struck you, a sudden attack from the newly recovered shadow.

You were tossed backwards, landing on one of the railroad tracks with a grunt. You lifted yourself up, eyeing the shadow.

Bicorns, Pyro-Jacks.. But this was different.

Your vision began to swirl, twisting the world around you. You lifted a hand to your eyes, swiping it around to see if the situation was really happening.

“[Code Name]? Your stats are going haywire, what’s going on?” Futaba ordered over your communications.

Your muscles were tight, aching miserably. You pushed yourself up to kneel, jaw clenched tightly.

“[Code Name]? What’s goin’ on?” Ryuji asked quickly, jogging over to help you up.

“[Code Name]’s been inflicted with despair!” Futaba confirmed, causing everyone to turn.

“We need to leave, Joker!” Ryuji demanded, putting his arms over your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but stare at the ground, hands clenched around your weapon.

“Babe, we’re gonna get you to a safe room and—“

“We’re all going to die here.” You whimpered, clutching at the ground of Mementos.

“Ah jeez, this seems bad.” Futaba groaned, watching you from nearby.

“It’ll wear off soon enough, but we need to make sure they don’t get themselves hurt..” Akira ordered, gesturing for the others to follow.

Your weapon slid against the ground as you stood up, your back slouching.

“[Codename]!” Ryuji yelled, dashing over again.

“I-I can still..” You start, stumbling forwards back to your knees again.

“We can’t fight right now! We gotta get you to safety.” Ryuji interjected, taking you in his arms.

“It’s so dark.” You whined, fingers curling into his jacket.

“I know, I know. It’s alright, I’m here.” Ryuji soothed, lifting you up gently.

You leaned against him, letting him carry you to Mona. You flopped over against him, breathing labored and weak.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

Ryuji’s eyes shot open, and he felt his breath hitch.

“W-What..?” He croaked out, eyes wide beneath his mask.

“I’m so scared you’ll.. You..” You trailed off, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Skull, come on!” Futaba urged,

“Babe, you still with me?” He checked in, putting his gloved hand against your cheek.

His mask disappeared now, showing the cocnern rooted in his brown eyes.

“Ryuji.” You breathed out, brows furrowing through sweat.

“Yeah, it’s me. You finally comin’ back to us?” He smiled gently.

“Y-Yeah.” You swallowed. “Give me a second.”

Your head rested against his chest, listening to his heart beat. Your thoughts slowed for the first time that day, and you quelled your worries.

“Sorry for the scare.” You said softly, hardly meeting his eyes.

“Just glad you’re alright.” Ryuji admitted, kissing your head.

You smile tiredly, body still shuddering from the spell effect.

“What got ya so shaken up?” Ryuji asked softly, lifting your head.

“Nothing important.” You denied, looking away.

“Well can I ask ya somethin’ if you’re feelin’ alright?” Ryuji hummed, leaning back against the seat to make sure the others had turned away.

“Go for it.” You yawned, closing your eyes.

“What’s been botherin’ you lately?”

What’s been bothering you..?

‘Oh nothing, Ryuji! I’m just full of self-doubt, enough to get jealous over one of my closest friends. I keep thinking you’ll leave me for her, even if it isn’t true. I can’t even admit it out loud because I don’t want to mess anything up.’

But you couldn’t say that.

“I can already tell you’re about to tell me nothin’, but you zonin’ out like that’s enough for me.” Ryuji interjected, leaning to catch your eye.

“You can tell me anything, babe. I’m always here for you.” Ryuji comforted, laying a hand on your shoulder.

“Can we not talk about this in front of everyone..” You mumbled into your hand, blinking back your tears.

“Guys?” Ryuji announced suddenly, and suddenly Akira nodded in understanding.

Mona stopped, and everyone gets off the bus to stand on the platform. They disappear to wherever, to hopefully give the two of your privacy.

“I meant out of Mementos—“

Ryuji cut you off with a sigh. “Babe, c’mon.”

You dropped your stare to your shoes, and you gulp down your nerves. “I’m scared I’m going to lose you.”

“I know it’s not true, but I see you with her every day and I think about how I haven’t know you as long.” You whispered.

“I don’t get you in the way she does, and I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me when I feel like I’m never going to be as close as either of you.”

Your eyes stung, and you brought a hand up to wipe at them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who’s ‘her?’” Ryuji asked, tilting his head.

“Ann.” You cried, a tears sliding down your cheeks.

“And I know you wouldn’t but I get scared that maybe you’ll realize you don’t love me.. Or I’m not good enough for you, and that I was a rebound for Ann.” You ranted, grabbing at your head.

“Do you even still love me?”

Ryuji stiffened, and he looked downwards at a loss of words. “[Name]..” He trailed off, stepping forwards to hold your arms.

“Of course I still love you, and I’m sorry I made you doubt that.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You didn’t. It was me.” You sobbed, sniffling loudly.

Ryuji shook his head, pulling you against him. “I would never leave you, and definitely not for Ann.”

“She may have known me longer, but she definitely doesn’t know me as well as you do.” Ryuji encouraged.

“We both changed since middle school.” He explained. “Like if I asked her what I order with my ramen, do you think she’d be able to name it all?”

You shook your head against his jacket.

“And what if I asked her to buy me a pair of shoes? Would she buy me something I’d like, or some weird tacky fashion piece?”

You smirked at that, looking up at his face. He grinned too, relieved to see you brightening up.

“See? No one knows me better than you do, babe.” He laughed c kissing your nose.

“I love you more than anything, you know?” He soothed. “You mean more to me than any treasure or artifact we’d ever find in this place.”

“‘Yuji.” You chuckled, face burning at the praise.

“I mean it!” He exclaimed, hugging you tightly. “And all week I’m gonna prove it to ya!”

“Nonstop lovin’ from Ryuji Sakamoto!” Ryuji cheered, pecking your lips briefly before spinning you around.

You squealed in surprise, but didn’t get to react as it was over quickly.

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“I’m your dork.” Ryuji smiled.

“Mm.. Yeah, you are.”

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[findmeabowlofundertale]

PART 7 IS HERE

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It might be the longest yet but to be completely honest I have no idea. So uhhhh read it when you have plenty of time bc I thrive on reactions there’s a lot of important stuff in here, just like with part 6.

I took tons of inspiration from many, many sources. I feel like I should have a works cited page or something haha ^^;;

But yeah, as usual there will be notes at the end.

I really wanted to give a better progression of time, but between part 6 and this one, not gonna lie, I got a little mixed up moving things around. So. Sorry, as usual, for the lack of realistic relationship progression. (Though, it has been several weeks for them…) It should be slower, but for one, I’m excited, and for two, when you don’t spend much time around others and then suddenly meet some you really click with, you can get attached pretty fast. I just want them to be good friends already! Realism be darned, this is primarily for myself, so… yeah. Anyway, enjoy(?)

- - - -

Hey! I was just checking if tomorrow was still a good day to meet? <

> HELLO. YES. TOMORROW STILL WORKS FOR ME

> ALPHYS WOULD LIKE TO JOIN US. BUT IS TOO SHY TO ASK.

A new message in a different conversation popped up on Asteri’s phone. It was from Alphys. She opened it.

> HI PLS IGNORE WHATEVER DR G IS SENDIGN

She rolled her eyes with a good-natured sigh.

Alphys chill. You’re welcome to join us if you want. <

Back to Gaster.

I let her know I’d be happy to have her. <

> THANK YOU

> SHE JUST GETS LIKE THIS. SOMETIMES

No problem. See you tomorrow! <

Tomorrow she was finally going to ask him why he texted like that. Her phone dinged. Alphys again.

> If ur like totally sure! I dont wanna impose

You’re not imposing. <

Besides I think I worked out some of the Japanese from the books you guys found. I found a few things in the dump that helped. I wanna run it by you, if you’re free. <

> OMG REALLY?!?

> Ok yeah i’ll totally be there!!

> Happy to help!

Turning it around as an invitation seemed to work well. Asteri smiled. She almost put her phone down, but then an idea struck her.

Can you do me another favor, actually? <

Tell me what you two have eaten lately. <

The typing message came, went away, returned, and went away again several times before Alphys answered.

> well uhh haha so he tried making pasta last week i guess but it didn’t turn out, so he’s just been bringing in the leftovers and “forgetting” them in the break room fridge??

> I was going to eat some so it didn’t go to waste but

> asteri it’s So Bad

> so

> Idk

> but theres been a new box of donuts in here like every day so…

Asteri dragged her wing down her face.

How good of friends do you have to be with someone before you can strangle them <

> LMAO

> u want me to ask him?

Asteri sat up straight in her chair.

DO NOT TELL HIM I SAID THAT <

> LOLLL ok i won’t

Alphys I MEAN IT. <

I don’t want him to take it the wrong way. <

> lmao i won’t tell him don’t worry

> don’t think you can strangle a skeleton anyway

I doubt it. Not when their heads can come off <

> hIS WHAT

Asteri grimaced. Whoops.

My bad I thought you would have known about it considering what happened <

> wHAT DO YOU MEAN CONSIDERING WHAT HAPPENED

She snorted a laugh.

> ASTERI

Apparently skeletons come apart. <

They can move their bodies from their head but if they go too far they lose control of one or the other. And apparently one time he tested that without warning anyone ahead of time and got too far from his head so it was just his body wandering around blind until he ran into someone and freaked them out <

> Oh My God

> I wanna say ur joking but that would literally be just like him

Ask him if he knows he dropped a phalange in the break room and see how long it takes him to tell you that story <

> asdjklf;hsk I can’t just say that!!!!

Trust me he’s way too excited to talk about it. <

If it goes badly you can say I dared you. <

> omg ok i’ll do it

Asteri chuckled and put her phone down. Alphys was a lot of fun to talk to. They had kept in touch since the dump, since she was more adept at texting than Gaster. He absolutely texted like an old man. Which was hilarious considering that he had absolutely no excuse for being out of touch with technology. He quite literally worked with it every single day. Well, who knew? Maybe he just wasn’t one for written communication. After all, people wrote much differently than they spo—

Wait, no, that really didn’t make sense for him.

…Is that how he would talk, if he spoke aloud? Geez.

She shook her head and got up. Not worth thinking about. She should go get her notes on Japanese in order for Alphys.

⁂

Bread was shoved against Gaster’s chest.

“Sandwich.”

He looked down at the plastic baggie-covered-sandwich and took it, then gave a grateful but confused smile. “Thank you, but… why?”

Asteri didn’t have arms to cross, and her wings were too big, but she approximated the gesture well enough and her tail flicking in agitation against the red rock beneath her made her mood clear. “Because I said I would start bringing you food if you didn’t eat.”

A startled, somewhat indignant noise caught in his metaphorical throat as he straightened in mild offense. “I made pasta when I got home last time!”

“Did you eat it?”

The silence and the way his eyelights immediately flitted away were answer enough even if Alphys hadn’t filled her in yesterday.

“Gaster!” she scolded.

He threw his arms in the air and signed with a blue pair of hands that blinked into existence instead. “It was inedible!”

“It can’t have been that bad.” Surely nobody who had been alive this long didn’t have basic cooking skills. No matter what Alphys said.

“H-Hi, um, am- am I interrupting?”

The very same lizard had walked up to them without either of them realizing. Gaster lit up, though more in triumph than delight. “Not at all.”

“Hey! Good to see you again,” Asteri greeted. “You’re just in time to watch me lecture an old man.”

Gaster made another offended noise. “I am not the only monster who fought in the war, you know!”

“Alright, fair enough,” Asteri conceded. “But you’re the only one of my friends who has, so I’m teasing you about it.”

The finger he had held up in anticipation of giving a rebuttal drooped as the indignation melted away, and a slight smile pulled at his expression instead, eyes flicking away with a hint of green. He still wasn’t used to being called anyone’s friend.

Asteri looked down at Alphys. “Did you get some of it?”

The lizard monster nodded and pulled a container out of her bag. Monster food didn’t spoil, so the fact that it was a week and a half old didn’t matter, fortunately. Which was not the case with human food, as Alphys had learned the hard way from scavenging at the dump. She handed the container over. Gaster’s flattered smile immediately disappeared, replaced with dawning horror.

“Asteri.”

She manifested a green hand.

“Asteri, wait.”

She took the lid off. Well… no, it decidedly didn’t smell great, but…

“Asteri, please! Do not eat that. It is inedible.”

She huffed and swung her head back over to look at him in mild annoyance. “It cannot be that bad. Look. I’m a decent cook, so I’ll try it and give you some tips on what could be improved. I’m not going to judge you.”

That was a lie, she had already judged him a little bit.

He looked mortified. “I am begging you.”

Asteri raised an eyebrow and glanced at Alphys for input. She gave an awkward smile, so stretched it was more like a grimace. “I-It’s, um…” The question put her in an uncomfortable position between her two friends.

“Alphys, tell her! It is horrendous! Nobody could eat that!”

“Oh come on! Nobody can be that bad at cooking. It’s PASTA, how bad could it possibly be?”

“BAD! It’s terrible! You will take damage from that penne!”

Asteri scoffed. “You can’t accidentally put malicious intent into food, now I know you’re exaggerating.”

Alphys looked back and forth between them, growing increasingly anxious as they argued, until finally she screwed her eyes shut and clutched her bag and blurted, “Okay, i-it’s awful!”

They both turned to look at her again. There was a beat of silence before Gaster lit up in a triumphant grin.

“See?!”

Asteri made a face. “Hmph. Well, even if it somehow does deal damage, I’ve got plenty of HP.”

A green, drippy hand reached into the container and picked up a fistful of pasta. The two scientists looked on in terror as she opened her mouth and tossed it in. She chewed. They held their breaths. She swallowed.

There was silence at first. The anticipation was tangible. She closed her eyes, took a breath, then opened them again.

“How do you two feel about heading to my place?”

Alphys blinked. “O-Oh! Sure…?? I-I don’t mind the walk.”

“I am not opposed,” Gaster agreed, slightly confused.

“Good. Because I’m teaching you two how to cook. My god, that is the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

⁂

The attempt ended four and half hours later with the three of them covered in sauce stains and on the kitchen floor. Asteri held her face in her wings, Gaster was face-down, and Alphys was flopped over onto her side, staring at the various spills and the overturned pan and bowl across the floor from her.

Asteri raised her head and stared upward. There was a splatter of something on the ceiling. She heaved a sigh. “Terrible job everyone. But at least we tried. Let’s get this cleaned up.”

With a grunt, Alphys righted herself. “Okay…”

“Gaster, are you conscious?”

The man didn’t move at all, but a pair of blue hands manifested above him. “Unfortunately.”

“Alright, well, get up. This is no time for embarrassment. You’re helping clean.”

He sighed silently but obeyed, pushing himself up from the ground and onto his knees. His glasses were barely hanging onto his face. He made no effort to correct this. “I am so sorry about this mess. What can I do?”

Asteri stood and dusted herself off with her wings, then gestured upward with her tail. “Help me wipe that splatter off the ceiling.”

He craned his neck to look where she was pointing. “Ah...” How did they even manage that?

She looked around, utterly overwhelmed by the chaos her kitchen had descended into. “Alphys, can you get the dishes in the sink? Then we can collect the rest of the dishes, and… ugh, wait, no. There’s the pans. And I didn’t put away the plates on the drying rack. Uh, okay. I can get the counters, but the leftover ingredients that are still good can… no, um. The rags are… But first, the floor. No.”

There was nowhere to put anything, and stuff was everywhere, and there was ruined food to scoop up, and good food to find containers for, and she needed to find a bucket for the mop, and… This was too overwhelming.

“Th-There’s containers with lids in that cupboard, but the fridge is… If you, uh…”

It was exhausting to even think about. Looking at it just drained her. All she wanted to do was sit back down, but then the spills would just dry and get even harder to clean. She didn’t know how this had even happened. She was exhausted from trying to keep the both of them on track, and as patient as she was, it had run out after two or three hours of damage control. This was so far beyond reckoning, she was beginning to shut down. If she didn’t get a grip, she was going to end up crying in frustration, and nobody needed that right now—

“Asteri.”

She turned her head. Gaster had approached without her having noticed until she saw his hands move. Whatever dismayed look was on her face must have been bad, because he set a hand on the closest thing she had to a shoulder and looked at her with an level of concern she really, really wished she didn’t warrant. He shouldn’t have to worry about her, this was her idea, and… and…

He looked into her eyes, his own flared in a deep blue, almost indigo. She couldn’t seem to look away. They burned like fire magic, warm and captivating. There were shades of blue she didn’t even know existed. The colors danced like flames, swirled like milk in coffee. The stress bled out of her. Her posture relaxed; She felt… calm. Serene.

The color in his eyes slowly faded, and he smiled softly.

“Do not worry about it. Let us clean up our mess.”

“How did you do that?” Asteri asked, a bit hazy, as he steered her to a seat at her kitchen table.

He signed something with his blue hands that she didn’t recognize first, then realized his mistake. “Lighting our eyes with color, or—” He repeated the sign, which she interpreted as “eyeglowing”— “was one way skeletons expressed certain emotions, but it was also how we calmed each other. It was context-sensitive. I was unsure if it would work with you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head a bit sheepishly, “but I acted instinctively.”

“It was really nice,” she murmured, leaning forward on the table until her head was resting against her wings. “Made me tired though.”

“It simply calmed you enough to realize that you were already tired.”

“Mm…”

He stepped away. “Just rest.”

“But there’s so much…”

“Alphys and I have cleaned up far worse.” Several more pairs of blue hands manifested around him once he reached the center of her kitchen.

“D-Definitely,” the younger woman chimed in. She wasn’t thrilled to be cleaning up the entire kitchen, but could tell Asteri needed to sit this one out. “Me and Dr. Gaster got this.”

“Technically,” Asteri mumbled into her wing, “‘t’s “Dr. Gaster ‘nd me.””

Alphys stared at her and ignored the correction. “Where are your dish towels, Asteri?” she sighed instead.

The shapeshifter pointed to a drawer with her tail.

She then watched as each of Gaster’s several floating hands went about doing something different, all while he stood in place, real hands folded behind his back except to levitate a few heavier things to different places. Alphys worked on whatever he wasn’t doing at a given moment. They worked in perfect sync, like they had done this dozens of times before. It was fascinating to watch.

They were finished within an hour. It passed in a blur.

“Thank you guys so much,” Asteri said once they finished. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was the least we could do after making such a mess.”

“I know we were going to talk linguistics, Alphys,” she said as she sat up and stretched, “but I don’t think I have the mental energy for it. Do you guys want to watch a movie instead?”

“I can’t remember the last time I watched a film,” Gaster mused. “I would like that.”

“Y-Yeah, a movie sounds nice!”

Asteri stood. “I don’t have much to eat though… I’m sorry.”

“I-I can make sandwiches, if, um, i-if you don’t mind. That’s not really cooking, so…”

“That’s fine with me. Here, I’ll help. I can do that much as a host, at least. Gaster, do you want to look through the movies I’ve got?”

Once they finished making the sandwiches, they met Gaster in the living room. After agreeing on a movie, they sat on the couch, Asteri in the middle. Too tired and distracted with the film starting, she forgot she had wanted to try to watch how Gaster ate. Oh well. She was exhausted. She didn’t last much past the halfway point of the movie, soon thereafter conking out and beginning to slump over. Being much taller than Alphys, the shorter woman had to keep pushing her back up.

“Doctor,” she hissed after the third time. He startled, having been completely engrossed in the film, and looked to his coworker. “Doctor, c-can you help, please?? She keeps falling over.”

“Oh! Yes, my apologies, Alphys.”

It would have been easier to turn her SOUL blue and pull her upright, but this wasn’t a battle, and she wasn’t conscious so he couldn’t ask her if it was alright. So instead, he turned and carefully clasped her not-quite-shoulders, then gently pulled her upright. She started to fall over again as soon as he began to let go, though, so he tilted her towards himself instead. Her head fell limply against his shoulder. She sighed in her sleep, but otherwise did not stir.

Alphys watched the way he smiled down at her before turning his attention back to the movie, noticed the way Asteri settled against him, and she smirked.

The movie ended after midnight, and the two reluctantly woke Asteri up to bid her goodbye. She was only half-awake, but thanked them for coming and told them to be careful on the way home. In the back of her mind, she realized she had ended up leaned on Gaster’s shoulder, but told herself not to think about it too hard and went to bed.

⁂

In lieu of the cooking lesson disaster, Asteri and Alphys met up at the former’s house on a different day to go over Asteri’s notes on Japanese.

“I am s-so sorry about, um, a-about the other day,” Alphys stammered as they approached the house. “I d-didn’t even! I-I didn’t even kn-know cooking c-could go… l-like that.”

“Honestly, neither did I,” Asteri said grimly, holding the door open for her friend. “But it was nice of you two to clean up for me. I appreciate it immensely.”

“I-It was mostly him! Thank goodness f-for blue magic, right?”

“And multiple pairs of hands.”

“O-Oh, r-right!” Alphys chimed as they walked through her front room. “You never saw him with a bunch of hands before, right?”

Asteri led her into a room toward the back of the house, something like an office, where she kept her notes. This room had magical fire burning in a few alcoves to lower the humidity. She flipped the lights on.

“Yeah, I didn’t know he could summon that many,” she mused. “He had three summoned when he showed me green magic, but I assumed that was about the limit. I didn’t expect— what was that? Ten?”

“Y-Yeah, I think ten is- is it. I think he f-felt really bad about the mess, so…”

Asteri gestured to a chair if Alphys wanted to sit, and sighed as she dropped into her own seat at the desk. “Yeah, I know. I told him it was fine, though. I hope he didn’t push himself for my sake.”

The lizard monster plopped into the offered chair and waved a hand. “He’s fine. Just, um, y-y’know, he gets. Self-conscious.”

“I do know that,” Asteri mumbled with a knowing sigh, sitting at her desk.

Alphys’ eyebrows furrowed. “W-Why, um, w-why did he need three extra hands to show you green magic, though?”

The memory of the skeleton shrugging out of his dark coat and yanking his sweater all the way up to his armpits brought heat back to her face. She pushed the feeling down and managed to maintain an otherwise calm expression. “We were discussing SOUL magic, which I wasn’t familiar with since I don’t make a habit of fighting. He said that because we didn’t know each other very well, he didn’t want to use it on me. I didn’t understand, um… turning a SOUL a certain color, so he…” She swallowed, beginning to struggle not to look as embarrassed as she felt by the memory. It wasn’t a big deal, it was educational. Surely it would be more embarrassing to make it a big deal to a scientist of all people. She shrugged as casually as she could manage. “…He showed me.”

Alphys’ eyes turned into dinner plates and she giggled incredulously. “He turned his own SOUL green and SHOWED you?!”

Asteri’s whole face flushed. “I-It stayed in his body!!”

Alphys was grinning, claws over her mouth. “Oh my god.”

“It was purely educational!”

“Did he- D-Did he, like, take his shirt off??”

“He pulled it up,” Asteri muttered. “But it wasn’t a big deal, alright‽”

“You’re preeeeetty defensive f-for it not being a big deal, Asteri,” Alphys teased.

“I-I just didn’t know what to expect! It’s not like I’d seen a skeleton’s body before!”

Alphys wiggled her eyebrows. “Why’re you blushing so hard then?”

“BECAUSE I SAW THE MAN’S SOUL, ALPHYS! That’s not exactly an experience I’m accustomed to having with someone!” She sighed and rubbed her face with her wing, tail reaching over to grab her papers.

Fortunately, Alphys dropped it, though the smirk didn’t quite disappear.

“Here. Look. These are some words I believe I have the meanings of.” Asteri shoved a handful of papers at her with her tail. “But since you’re familiar with the actual speech, I was hoping you could help me by giving me the pronunciation of any words you know. Then, once I know which letters make which sounds, hopefully we can meet again and compare what else I’ve transliterated. The writing has almost no spaces, so I can’t tell where words end and begin. I was hoping you would be able to help with that once we make some progress.”

“A-Ah, okay!” Alphys shuffled through the papers. “Um, so you have the word for “goodbye,” and I know that one!” She held the paper out and pointed to it. “It’s, um, “sayonara.””

Asteri frowned, leaning forward. “That can’t be right. The text is only five letters.”

Alphys’ expression withered into confusion, then uncertainty. “Oh… um, okay, let me look again.” She searched the papers once more. “Okay, here- here’s “yes,” I know that one is- is definitely “hai!” And, um, here, you have a few! A-A few different ones. For “wait.” I’ve heard, uh, “matte o,” uh, th-the most.”

Again, Asteri looked at the papers, and it didn’t make any sense. “None of these have enough letters to be those words… Did I get all of these wrong??”

Both of them stared at the columns of words in silence for at least a solid minute.

“Maybe… M-Maybe you should watch some of, um. Some anime?”

Asteri sighed and flopped back against her seat. “You know, you’re probably right.” Her head turned back to the other woman. “Alright. Hit me. What are we watching?”

Alphys lit up like a lightbulb. Before she could answer, though, Asteri spoke up again.

“Just! Know. That there will be a lot rewinding and pausing.”

“Th-That’s okay! I know exactly what we can watch! And!” Alphys reached into her bag, then pulled out a DVD case and held it aloft. “I always bring my favorite with me in case I meet someone who wants to watch it!”

Asteri squinted at it. “Sailor… Moon?”

It was a lot more productive than Asteri anticipated. Seeing Japanese text in the background occasionally along with hearing the way it was spoken helped her get a better sense of how the language worked. Brief segments of seeing a character write something or sound something out helped immensely. By the time Alphys left, they had tossed around theories ranging from the language not having written vowels to each letter being a word. Some of the words in Japanese that she heard translated to a whole phrase in the subtitles, or vice versa, which fascinated Asteri to no end. She had spent almost the last two decades studying monster languages, but now, to try to puzzle apart a brand new one? Oh, it excited her like nothing else. Words for things that their language didn’t have, entirely different grammar, and most immediately interesting: a new alphabet.

It left her with much to think about. Alphys promised that next time, she would bring some of her other series to pick from. That was great, and Asteri was looking forward to it, but more than anything, this had made her all the more determined to learn more about fonts and speech-based magic from Gaster. The next time they met, she was getting to the bottom of it.

(The next time they met, she did not.)

⁂

This time, their walk was less meandering through Hotland, and more making a beeline for New Home. Gaster had been having actual meals all week, so Asteri agreed that they should get donuts together.

“I feel like you’re the only reason this donut shop is still open, Gaster.”

He grinned, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head as they walked in. “They know my orders by heart here…”

That pulled a little snort from her. “Of course they do.”

“Doctor!” greeted the man behind the counter. “Where have you been!? We haven’t seen you all week, we started to worry you tripped and fell into the CORE!”

He laughed humorlessly. “There are safety rails to preventing that, fortunately.” In most areas, anyway. “Asteri here has been trying to get me to eat a more balanced diet.”

“Oho! Good for you! We sell sandwiches too, you know!”

“Perhaps I will try one, sometime. But today I am being rewarded with donuts for eating well all week.”

The man laughed, hearty and loud, and turned to Asteri. “You’re taking good care of the doctor for us all, huh!?”

“I’m certainly trying,” she answered, unable to help her smile. The worker— owner? —knew Gaster well. She was glad he knew that there were other people who cared about him.

“You picked a good one, Doctor! I’m happy for you! It’s about time you settled down!”

Oh.

Both of their faces flushed with magic. “No, no no no, it’s not like that!” she clarified, while Gaster frantically signed more or less the same thing. The monster behind the counter just shrugged and let it go.

“My bad! I’m sorry, I just got excited for ya, Doctor! But still, glad you’ve got a good friend! So! What can I getcha!?”

After they ordered (though Asteri insisted it not be an entire box of donuts this time, just a couple), they found a booth to sit in and made themselves comfortable.

“He seemed very excitable,” she giggled.

“Every one of his sentences has at least one exclamation point,” Gaster informed her with a chuckle. “Even his questions. I have never seen him use a period.”

“Wow, really? Is that tiring to read?”

He picked up a donut and hummed for a moment. “No, not any more than it is to listen to.”

Alright, this was good! This time, she was finding out more about speech and text magic, and she wasn’t going to let anything derail her!

“Speaking of which, Gaster,” she began, looking up from her own plate, “I was going to aaaaaaa….sk…..”

She had looked up in time to see Gaster mid-bite. Yes, that was right: mid-bite. His mouth hung open as their eyes met in mutual confusion. Then, after a split-second, he finished biting the donut and signed while he… chewed, or whatever it was that happened next. “Asteri? What’s wrong?”

She gaped at him. “Your mouth opens‽”

Well, there went tact.

Understandably, he shot her a confused, mildly worried look as he took another bite. “Asteri, we have eaten together several times now.”

She felt her face heat up. This is why tact is important. Good grief Asteri, does all your sense go out the window when you’re around him‽ Pull it together!!

“W-Well, um. I was busy writing notes the first time we met… and the other time, with the pizza, I got distracted… then, um. Last time, we were sitting in the dark and the movie was starting, and I was exhausted. So I. I never… saw you… do that?”

He raised one brow and stared at her in what could only be described as a mixture of skepticism and concern, then opened and closed his mouth a few times as if to show that yes, it really did work that way. His teeth clicked together. Despite her best efforts, she just stared. It definitely made the way his head was shaped make more sense.

“You truly never saw me open my mouth, this entire time?” She shook her head, eyes still glued to his jaw. He breathed a single laugh and took a sip of his drink. “Perhaps I should teach you about skeleton biology, then.”

Her eyes blew wide and immediately flicked up to meet his, incredulous. If her face wasn’t hot before, it was now. For a split second that felt like an eternity, he just looked back at her, not comprehending what he had said that could have elicited such a response. Then it registered and his face turned red, eyelights blazing hot pink.

“I meant explain it!!! Here! In the booth! In an educational and—” He was signing too quickly, she didn’t make the second word out, but she imagined it was probably “professional” or something— “manner!! Obviously I would not…! Make any such advances!!”

“R-Right, yes,” she stammered, looking away. “O-Obviously.” She debated pointing out that he had practically taken his shirt off and showed her his SOUL a couple weeks ago, but decided that what had just happened was enough embarrassment to both of them for one day.

The awkwardness was palpable.

“I’m...” She released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I was already a little flustered, so my mind jumped right to…” God, what was wrong with her?! She rubbed her face with her wing. “Th-That was beyond inappropriate of me, I apologize.”

“I certainly could have worded it better,” Gaster objected on her behalf, still embarrassed but fortunately not upset. “It is not your fault.”

Asteri sighed. “I feel like such a heel, though. I don’t know where my mind is today. God. I shouldn’t have even gone there. You’re my friend. Obviously you wouldn’t suggest that. Especially like… that.”

Yeah, it was way too smooth of a line, he’d never be able to swing tha— what is WRONG with me‽

“No, no, please,” he insisted, “do not berate yourself! I was careless in my wording, and neither gave any consideration that you might have been embarrassed by the misunderstanding at the counter. Forgive me.”

The misunderstanding at the…? Oh! Yes. She was a little frazzled by that. But mostly she had been flustered by…

The realization almost knocked the wind out of her.

It was his mouth. I was watching his MOUTH.

God, should she just tell him that? No, no, it would make things uncomfortable because he would think it was for a way weirder reason than it actually was and then he would never want to eat around her again. She just needed to get a grip. There weren’t a lot of monsters with teeth that weren’t covered by something like skin or a beak. The form she preferred to stay in was a lot like her parents’, and lacked lips. They didn’t kiss each other, they would just gently nibble wherever was convenient: shoulder, cheek, neck. (It was only once she got much older that she had learned that biting someone’s neck or shoulder was not considered an innocent display of affection by most other types of monsters.) She had just gotten caught up with the subconscious realization that he was like her in that regard. Skeletons probably didn’t kiss either. Maybe they bit, like her family. That was all. She was thinking about biting (kissing) and how nobody else did that, and then he said that and it completely threw her.

Shoot, she had been quiet a few seconds too long. “Don’t- Don’t worry about it, Gaster! Really. Um, look, I feel terrible about making you uncomfortable, and you feel bad about making me uncomfortable, so now we both feel bad and are uncomfortable. Let’s just start that conversation over, yeah?”

“Yes. I would like that.” He nodded, sitting up a little bit straighter with a grateful smile.

For a moment she hesitated, but then decided that embarrassment aside, it probably would be good to know. “If… If if isn’t too uncomfortable of a topic after all that,” she started, tentative, “it might be beneficial if you did tell me a little about skeleton… biology. J-Just the basics. So there aren’t any future misunderstandings.”

Gaster nodded once more. “I think that would be wise.” He shifted in his seat, getting more comfortable. “Since it has become relevant, I will start with our jaws. I can open mine, as you saw. However, I do not need to, technically speaking. Neither to vocalize, as you have no doubt noticed, nor to eat. Some skeletons had fused skulls, lacking this hollow here.” He pointed to the space between his back teeth and the hinge of his jaw. “They could not open their mouths, so they ate with magic. Like so.”

Asteri watched in stupor as he held a donut up to his closed mouth and it began to disappear.

“This is fine, and sometimes more convenient, but it takes more concentration for me, personally, so I prefer to simply bite my food.

“Some skeletons appeared to have fused skulls, but were just particularly skilled with distortion magic, and pulled the magic that made up their skulls around their mouths so that they could emote more similarly to monsters with skin, showing more or less teeth depending on their expression. All skeletons use distortion magic naturally, which is how our eye sockets emote and we appear to frown and smile.”

Asteri nodded. “Distortion magic is used by shapeshifters as well, to some extent. Though, our nature is to be able to change forms, so it isn’t what allows us to shift, only what we might use while in a particular form.”

“Then you understand.”

“Yeah. Though you use it so subtly I didn’t place it as distortion magic until you said so.”

He smiled at that. “Thank you. I have a decent amount of skill with it, though I am by no means particularly adept. Generally, skeletons emoted with a mixture of eyeglowing and changes in font. But only other skeletons could see fonts, and eyeglowing required knowledge of what each color meant in each context— something other skeletons knew innately— so when confronted with other monsters, or humans, some skeletons chose to use more distortion magic to make their expressions and emotions clearer.” He paused. “Being… the only skeleton left, I admit I am at times tempted to make more use of distortion magic so that others may better read my expression. But, at the same time, I do not want to act like something I am not.”

“That makes sense,” Asteri murmured. “I can understand the pressure to change in order to be understood, while also feeling like you shouldn’t have to abandon your culture.”

He looked on, waiting for her to continue if she wished. She hadn’t meant to get into it, this was about him, but if wanted to listen…

She took a breath.

“My parents were big on that. Shapeshifters were never especially numerous, even on the surface, I guess. Even so, there were many clans, never a single kingdom like other types of monsters had. The one my family was from didn’t generally take bipedal forms. They were more inclined towards the reptilian, amphibian, and piscine or other aquatics. Legs and tails were prioritized over arms. More legs, stronger tail, easier to run or swim, easier to hunt. As a result, the ability to form arms was slowly lost. I can become a many-legged creature easily enough, even something with grasping forelimbs, like a crustacean. But “humanoid” arms? Those are beyond me, no matter how many times I’ve tried over the years.

“When I was a kid, I shifted a lot more. My parents encouraged me, of course, to experiment until I found a form I was comfortable with. But I knew what came easily, I knew what felt nice to exist as. But… I didn’t like how it looked. I didn’t like that I didn’t have arms like everyone else. Even the dogs in Snowdin were bipedal and used their front legs like arms. I wanted to be solid, all in one piece, like everyone else, and I wanted arms. I was always trying to shift to look more like the other kids, especially the lizard monsters, but whenever I tried to form the arms…”

She held her wings out and focused. They condensed and solidified into two humanoid arms, but rather than finish turning lavender like the rest of her body, they stayed a bluish color. Within a matter of seconds, they started dripping, becoming almost goopy, and it only took a few moments for them to melt back into the semi-transparent cloak of magic that draped around her as “wings.”

“Doesn’t work. I learned how to form hands, like you’ve seen me do, but they’re drippy too, and they’ll fade if I don’t stay focused. I used to be really self-conscious about this form, but my parents reminded me that I didn’t have to pretend to be ‘not a shapeshifter.’ Shifting was for my own comfort, not the comfort of those around me. There was no need to imitate others, only to take inspiration. If I preferred to stay in multiple pieces, then the other kids would learn to just accept that that’s how I looked. I didn’t have to look like other monsters; we had our own culture, our own look. We didn’t have arms, or lips, and we didn’t resemble any particular animal like a lot of the other monsters did, but we were us, you know?”

She smiled, bittersweet for a moment as she remembered them, then looked back to him with a happier smile. “Did you know, the first time I saw you summon extra hands, I felt so validated?”

His eyes widened slightly. “Truly? Even though I have hands naturally?”

“Yeah. I’d never seen anyone need to summon them, so it was kind of nice to see that there are other people who do after all. I-I feel a lot less self-conscious about forming them when I’m with you. O-Or Alphys, I guess.”

He smiled down at the donut on his plate. “I am glad that I helped you in some way. There were… not many skeletons who signed, and as such not much accommodation for someone who needed their hands free. So I understand some of the anxiety that comes with summoning hands. Nowadays, though, nearly everyone understands sign language, and no one has ever questioned my extra hands. So don’t feel self-conscious, I am sure no one questions yours either.”

Asteri’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “You might also not get questioned because you’re a bit eccentric,” she teased.

“Heh.” He hid a smile of his own behind a donut. “Is there anything else you would like to know about skeletons?”

Plenty, like what it was like to grow up signing in a culture where speech was so vital to expression, but she wasn’t about to say that. Instead, she pretended to think about it while she chewed. “What do the colors your eyes turn mean?”

“An excellent question,” Gaster commended her. “It is heavily contextual, though...”

She materialized a hand out of her magic and took out her pen and notebook. “Alright, hit me.”

He chuckled at the fact that that was her immediate response, and launched into the explanation.

“Green is happiness, safety, or contentment. It may also flare up when healing or using green SOUL magic. If I had expended much energy or focus when I explained turning a SOUL green, it may have lit my eyes. Green is rarely seen in a negative context, but it can be associated with hope for change or asking for help from another person, such as healing.

“Pink is surprise, or embarrassment. It may also show hesitation or anxiety.

“Red is associated with physical pain, but may also show up as resilience or fortitude despite injury or impending harm.

“Orange, like it, may show resilience in the face of hardship; a call for bravery. An act of defiance, perhaps. However, that is red-orange. A more neutral orange, or yellow-orange, is typically confusion, puzzlement, or, more rarely, betrayal. Using orange magic extensively may light one’s eyes, as with green. This goes for any colored magic.

“Yellow may show stress, fear, or a feeling of righteous indignation. Other times, however, yellow can convey a sense of absoluteness or surety in one’s actions.

“Violet is associated with need. It can also be fear, when it is less saturated in color, but it is fear more in the sense of helplessness. It more often expresses exhaustion or hunger; a display that one is in need of something in order to go on. It can also convey a frightened anger. Certain shades of violet can show sadness as well. It is one of the more versatile colors, like yellow.

“Blue, specifically light blue, is calm, but not in the sense of contentment, as with green. It is a calm in spite of something. A sense of waiting, of…” Something clicked in his mind. “Patience. A conscious decision to wait, to endure. For this, eyes may also glow light blue when highly stressed as an outlet.”

Asteri wrote as fast as she could to get all of that down. When she was finished, she looked up. “What about dark blue, like the color your eyes turned when you calmed me down in my kitchen?”

“Ah,” he hummed. “That is where context becomes important. A skeleton’s personal magic has its own color, similar to how monsters with flesh may have different color irises, hair, fur, or skin. Mine is the deep blue you saw. That is also why the hands I summon are blue. Contrary to what it may seem, my skill with gravity magic—that is, colored magic of the blue variety— is entirely unrelated. Thus, if I glow my eyes intentionally—” His eyelights lit up blue— “it is this color blue. In terms of meaning, though, it is similar to red in that it is a call to endure, but also to green in that it conveys a sense of calm. It is something akin to wholeness, a feeling of completeness… Importance. Community, perhaps? Deep affection for those around you.”

“Love,” Asteri supplied, the word tumbling out of her mouth before she even gave it a second thought.

Gaster stilled, the simple answer taking him by surprise, then slowly broke into a smile. “Yes, that’s it,” he signed slowly. “It is love. Selfless love, specifically.”

She thought it prudent not to comment on how appropriate that color was for the situation in the kitchen.

“That’s fascinating, Gaster,” she said softly, instead. It was always so enjoyable to listen to him. She always learned so much. Even if, yet again, she hadn’t gotten to talk with him about fonts.

Appropriately, his eyes turned green.

“Colors mixed together, flickering, or alternating can also change the meanings,” he added, “but again, context is necessary. Knowing those basics will allow you to understand the essence of what is being conveyed, even if not all of the nuance.”

“Thank you for the lesson. Mm, I should tell you more about shapeshifters sometime,” mused Asteri once she had finished writing everything down. “Since I’m learning so much about skeletons.”

“I would like that very much,” he agreed, perking up more.

“Well, it’s not like I have to be anywhere, if you want to hear now. Is there anything in particular you want to know?”

Gaster thought for a few moments, and Asteri took the opportunity to finish her second donut. It had a lemon drizzle on it, and it was delicious.

“Can you take any form, disregarding arms?”

She grinned and nodded. “Yeah. Want to see something weird?”

He didn’t say no, so she went ahead. Her features melted away and shifted around, and a moment later Gaster was looking at an almost-mirror image of himself. He made a startled noise.

“Oh, this is really weird,” she said in her own voice. Her jaw— his jaw— moved as she spoke. She wasn’t accustomed to speaking in a form like this so she used distortion magic to enunciate, which looked very strange

He shuddered, grimacing. “Stars above, that is not how teeth work.”

She laughed apologetically and let herself melt into something formless again, then into a familiar yellow lizard. “How’s this?”

“Quite good!” Gaster grinned, a little more relaxed. “Alphys has one more head spine, though.”

“Oh, whoops.” With a little melting, she moved the head spines around and added another one. “Better?”

“Perfect.”

Laughing again, Asteri melted once more and then returned to her regular form. “Good! Alphys is easier, I’ve been different types of lizards before. I’ve never been a skeleton. That was my first attempt.”

His brow bones rose. “That was impressive for a first attempt!” He looked to the side and tilted his head. “Highly unnerving, but impressive.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled, flicking her tail out behind her. “Sorry if that was too strange.”

“It was only a little strange,” Gaster admitted with an awkward smile. “It was odd to see another skeleton— but not bad!” he added quickly when he saw her eyes widen. “I know you are going to apologize, but there is no need. It was not odd in a bad way.”

She rubbed the back of her head with her tail. “Ahah… you know me well.”

He might have puffed up just a little at that. “May I ask more about shapeshifters?”

“Oh! Yeah, go for it.”

“I have two questions. Please answer whichever you like first. Can you become larger or smaller? And when you imitated Alphys and myself, you appeared to have arms. How is that?”

Asteri nodded. “Ah, right. Well, they weren’t real, functional arms. Did you notice how it looked like my clothes changed to look like yours? That was all part of me. The imitations were only that: imitations. I couldn’t walk around like that. Well, maybe as Alphys, but not for long. It was more like I shaped my magic around myself like a shell rather than created an actual, functional form.

“And no, I can’t change sizes… exactly.” She held a wing up. “These “wings” are all of my unused magic. Since I can’t form arms, I keep it wrapped around me like a cloak, and I can use it to grab things or gesture. But in essence, it’s all the bodily magic that isn’t being used as part of my current form. If I used all of what’s available to me, I would be huge. And I’m already pretty tall! So I can get bigger, yes… within reason. Getting smaller is more complicated. It would leave more magic left over, which I would have to do something with, so it would likely end up as part of my wings. I prefer to be bipedal, and I think the size I am now looks best in proportion to my wings, so that’s why I stay like this.”

“Fascinating,” Gaster signed, exhaling as he shook his head slightly in wonder. “May I ask why you chose the colors you did for your form?”

“Sure!” She took a sip of her drink and shifted to get more comfortable. “But you may be surprised how little of it was actually a choice. My parents were usually shades of purple and blue, so it’s sort of a default. Shapeshifters do have “base forms,” so to speak. We’re sort of goopy. Not sticky or anything, but kind of… gelatinous? But not totally transparent; complete colorlessness is super rare, I guess. And just like most other monsters, what your parents look like will affect how you look. My parents’ families tended toward cool colors: greens and blues and grays and purples. So this lavender color is actually more or less the color I am naturally. I did decide to make my hair and a few other features green, because I like the color. Sometimes it changes shades, though. My eyelights are purple too, but that wasn’t actually a conscious decision. It’s difficult to go completely white, but I can if I focus for a second.”

Her eyes turned white instead of their usual heliotrope.

“How does it look?”

“A bit unnerving,” Gaster confessed.

She chuckled and let them return to normal. “Yeah, I bet. I think they’re purple because the rest of me is, too. Maybe I’ll experiment with colors, I haven’t done that in a long time.”

Gaster tilted his head, brow bones furrowing slightly. “You are perfect as you are.”

Asteri’s eyebrows shot up, and she gave him an incredulous smile to hide the blush that crept back up her face. “Alright, Mr. Smooth-talker…. You sure you aren’t flirting with me?” she half-teased.

Watching him get flustered again was funnier when she knew he hadn’t meant it that way. “No! I meant that your form suits you! There is no need to change what is already—” His eyes went pink. “I merely intended to say that you need not worry about how you look! That… That is all. You look… like Asteri.”

“You’re sweet, Gaster,” she cooed, propping her head up on her wing. “I knew what you meant that time. Well. Sort of.”

He covered his face with both hands, then dragged them down his skull. “I apologize. I do not know what is wrong with me today.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m feeling a little off myself. There’s one last thing, if you’re still interested.”

“Yes, please.” Anything to change the subject.

“So, when I melt, I’m mostly purple still, right? Well, if I melt completely, I’m actually more like a gradient. Purple in the center, around my SOUL, and then it fades to this blue-green the further away it goes. So my working theory is that the more “solid” magic is this lavender color, and the magic that’s easier for me to manipulate is this.” She wiggled her other wing. “So all the easier-to-manipulate magic subconsciously ends up together in my wings, rather than being intermingled with the rest of me. It can become solid, and it turns purple then, or whatever color, but this is sort of the color it is “at rest.” Which is also why the hands I make are green. They’re not “summoned” so much as “materialized,” since most of my extra magic is around me at all times.”

“That is very, very interesting.” Gaster studied her wings from across the table. “I did not know other monsters’ “extra” magic was colored, I thought it was only skeletons.”

“Maybe you should study biology next,” she offered with a snicker.

“Perhaps I should.” He thought for a moment. “That is a good idea, actually. Magical biology has much bearing on what I am working on. I know enough for the project, of course, but studying how various monsters’ magic works may be beneficial.”

“Oh?” She hadn’t expected him to agree. “What, like study their magic compared to their bullets or something?”

He perked up and pointed at her. “That is an excellent idea!” He pulled a pen out of his coat pocket and scribbled something on a napkin. Asteri only got a glimpse before he tucked it away, but she couldn’t read any of it.

“You have terrible handwriting, Gaster, yikes.”

His head snapped up so quickly she thought it would go flying off his neck. He looked mortified. Maybe it was a touchy subject. She immediately tried to backpedal.

“N-Not that there’s anything wrong with that! As long as you can read it, that’s all that matters!!”

His eyelights flicked to the side, pink and yellow magic blurring along with them. After a moment of uncertainty, he answered, “I am… a little self-conscious about it.” His signing was slower, more unsure. “Usually I write more… legibly. But I tend to forego that discipline when writing to myself.”

Discipline? Maybe she misunderstood his signing. Either way, she shook her head. “Uh, hey, don’t sweat it. I’m not judging you. I shouldn’t have commented on it, I’m sorry. Nothing wrong with writing however is quick and easy if it’s just a note to yourself.”

He just nodded.

Well, this was going nowhere. He had all but shut down, his eyes were still pink— she was guessing anxiety and embarrassment— and he was sweating bullets. Ah, bullets. Yes. She should change the subject.

“So, um. How would you compare a monster’s magic to their bullets?” She summoned a small one of her own and let it hover above her held-out wing with a big smile. “I made ones that look like asterisks! Isn’t that fun?”

He looked up at the bullet for a moment, just blinking. “You… made it look like an asterisk?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I thought it was sort of funny, considering my name and their uses as footnotes, and for marking reconstructed or hypothetical words in linguistics. Though I guess that last part is more of an inside joke—”

“No, I meant: you consciously decided what your bullets would look like?”

Asteri blinked at him, face blank, then slowly her mouth pulled in a sheepish smile and she stared down at her lap, letting the bullet disperse. “Is… Is this one of those things that I think everybody does, like biting each other, but it’s actually just a shapeshifter thing?”

“I—” He squinted at her. “I want to ask about the biting, but we can come back to that. Yes, most monsters do not consciously shape their bullets. Mine, for example, are almost exclusively bones. As were most skeletons’. I can change their size, damage output, and orientation, but I cannot change their shape.”

“Oh…” She frowned in thought. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Huh…”

He pulled the napkin back out and wrote on it again. Though, this time he held a hand between her and it so she couldn’t see. She must have really hurt his feelings. She’d have to figure out how to make it up to him.

“I am curious about what you said about shapeshifters biting each other, though,” Gaster prompted once he had put the napkin away again and moved to stand, one brow bone raised.

Asteri smiled anxiously as she stood to follow him to the door. They waved to the man behind the counter before she responded.

“Well! Um. We don’t— well, my family didn’t have lips. Usually. So I never saw my parents kiss, they always just… you know… bit each other.” She shrugged, still clearly awkward about it with the way she was smiling and looking everywhere but at him. “Like a little nibble! Not a chomp or anything!” That was probably more like bedroom stuff. She shuddered. Gross. The last thing she wanted to think about was her dead parents’ intimate life. “Just wherever was convenient: cheek, shoulder, neck…”

She expected him to look alarmed, like most people (including all two of her past partners, as brief as they had been in her life). Instead, he just nodded thoughtfully, looking off somewhere in the distance. “Biting as kissing. That makes a great deal of sense. I am surprised I did not see more skeletons do that.”

She swallowed. “What… did skeletons do to show affection?”

He looked back to her and smiled, fond memories that she couldn’t see playing in his eyes. “We tapped our skulls together. Romantically, yes, but also between family or friends.”

She wondered who he was remembering. His parents? Siblings, maybe? Dear friends? A partner? It dawned on her then that he might have lost children. God. How awful! She desperately hoped that was not the case.

“That sounds really nice,” she said instead. Bumping heads sounded more than nice, actually. She should focus on that. “I think there’s a shortage of physical affection between friends. As a culture, we should have more of that. Physical displays of affection are not inherently romantic!”

His grin widened. “I agree completely.”

Maybe he was thinking along the same line that she was. “Were there any particulars? Like, facing each other was romantic, but from the side was platonic, for example?”

“No. Though, naturally, facing each other could be more intimate. It was not necessarily though.”

“Was it specifically for greetings or goodbyes, or could it be anytime?”

“Anytime it felt right.”

Asteri smiled lopsidedly and leaned toward him. “May I, then, my friend?”

His eye practically turned into stars and lit up green. He leaned down to meet her. “Please.”

They tapped their heads together, his forehead against the top of hers. It only lasted a second, but both of them felt giddy.

“I have not done that in years,” Gaster confessed with a pleased laugh that squinted his eye sockets shut. “I forgot what a pleasant gesture it is.”

It was, too. Just enough to feel important. Not as impersonal as a handshake, but not as vulnerable as a hug. “I liked it,” Asteri agreed. “We should do it to Alphys.”

He giggled. “Good idea! I hope she will be agreeable to it.”

“I think she will be.”

They had started walking, slowly. Since they were all the way in the capital, she should probably head home soon. But, like always, she didn’t want their time to end yet. She hummed a sigh and swung her wings. “It’s too bad I live so far away. It’s like there’s never enough time.”

Gaster hummed softly, silent in thought for a moment, then seemed to settle on a decision. “Asteri,” he began, uncertain. “If I promise to go home and sleep at a reasonable time, would you mind terribly if I accompanied you on your way home?”

The thought was nice, but… “Gaster, you live right by this shop, I’m in the middle of Waterfall. That’s nice of you, but even with the ferry, that’s just too far. You’d have to turn around as soon as we reached my house if you wanted to get home at a decent time. And I know you work tomorrow.”

“Did you know that collapsed stars are so dense, they are thought to affect the fabric of spacetime?”

She squinted, then broke into a knowing smile. “That’s fascinating, but trying to get me wrapped up in something else so we can start walking in that direction without me noticing won’t work. I’ve got another friend who does that. Nice try.”

“No, I am getting at something,” he insisted. “Truly.”

He looked so unsure, it was a little unsettling. Asteri nodded. “Alright… go on.”

He took a breath. “Objects with large amounts of mass have more gravity. Spacetime is like fabric, and things like planets and stars are like marbles sitting atop it. They dip into it, warp it. A gravity field, ultimately, curves spacetime. So if one were to manipulate gravity just so, one could “fold” the fabric of spacetime and jump to another location.”

She blinked. He waved his hands as if to clear his previous explanation away. “Imagine this instead.” The blue hands appeared and held the edge of his lab coat out taut. He located two stray sprinkles from the donuts and stuck them to his coat a few inches apart. Next, he made a fist and gently pushed against the fabric. “It dips,” he explained with yet another pair of hands. “The pressure of my fist on the fabric is like gravity on spacetime. See those two sprinkles? Watch them.”

“Alright,” Asteri murmured. “I’m watching.”

“If I push harder, it pulls the fabric downward.” He did just that, and when the fabric was too taut to stretch, he moved the edges of it inward with the extra pair of hands. He kept going until his fist was all but enveloped in the fabric. “See how the sprinkles are now closer together?”

She nodded.

“Those are points in spacetime. With enough gravity, they get “closer,” even though there is technically just as much fabric between them.”

“I think I understand,” Asteri said. “What are you getting at, though?”

He smiled, lopsided and still a bit hesitant, and all the blue hands disappeared as he went back to signing regularly. “If one can generate enough gravity, one can affect spacetime. If the gravity is high enough, two points in space can be brought close enough together to travel in less time.”

He watched her for a response, his hesitant smile becoming a nervous grin.

It dawned on her. “And you can manipulate gravity. Hang on—” Asteri held one wing out and dragged the other across her face. “Gaster. Gaster. Are you- Are you implying that you can teleport‽”

He giggled.

“Yes?”

The sheepish look, like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar rather than had just told her he could do something largely considered impossible, was simultaneously endearing and infuriating.

“You’re offering to TELEPORT me home‽”

Actually he had meant that he would walk with her, and then teleport himself home later, but the excited glimmer in her eyes that she was trying to hide beneath her incredulity was too much. He shrugged one shoulder and let his grin stretch.

“If you would like?”

She had to bite her tongue to not instantly scream yes. “Please,” she said instead, though that barely restrained her excitement. “That would be so cool.”

Her enthusiasm was beyond endearing. “You will have to hold onto me,” he prefaced. “Tightly. The closer we are, the most smoothly it will go.”

“I can flatten, if that’s better?” Asteri offered, already beginning to spread her magic out. She could wrap around him like a piece of paper, if that was what it took. But he stopped her with a shake of his head.

“No, no, that isn’t necessary. I have taken others with me before, there is no need to change shape.”

“Oh, even better.” Within a matter of seconds she reverted to her usual form. “I’ll try to stay solid, though… in case part of me falls off or something.”

Gaster frowned in thought and rubbed his chin. It should be fine, but… “Just in case,” he agreed.

She focused, and her body fused together. She rolled her head on her neck afterward. “It feels so weird to make my actual form this solid. How do you deal with such a limited range of motion?”

He scrunched up his face. “I have never seen you turn your head especially far…”

Asteri smirked. “Would you like to?”

He tilted his head and returned the smirk. “Would you like to see me remove mine?”

She laughed. “Sure. Here, hang on. Let me turn around. Alright, count of three. One, two…”

She let her magic loosen from her neck—

“…Three!”

— and spun her head 180°. Just in time to see Gaster pop his head off and hold it in his hand. She shrieked in a mixture of surprise and amusement, and he gave a startled giggle. Several passersby did spit takes.

They returned their heads to the way they ought to be and laughed.

“Not many people take well to me doing that,” Asteri confessed.

“Not a single person in the underground thinks it funny when I remove my head either.”

“You do it that often?” she asked, snickering.

“Well, no…”

“That may be for the best, actually.”

“I am glad that you, at least, enjoyed it. We should get going, though. This way.” He led her around the side of a building. “It is better to do out of sight; less questions. As you are no doubt aware, this is not a common ability.”

“Ah, right.”

Once they were away from the main thoroughfare, she moved closer. After making sure she was all in once piece, she nodded. “Alright. How close should I be?”

He shuffled closer. And then closer still. “You will have to hang onto me.”

Oh, that was right, he had said that. “Just…?” She held her wings out.

“Yes. And I will hold onto you, also. Just so you are aware.” He looked a little unsure. “We will be very close.”

Was he uncomfortable with it? She hoped not, but maybe she should check. “Well… I don’t mind if you don’t?”

“I do not mind, I just did not want you to be uncomfortable, after the… misunderstanding earlier.”

She almost snorted. “It’s not a problem, Gaster, don’t worry about it.”

He nodded once and took a breath. “Alright then, here we go.”

They pressed their sides together and she wrapped her wings around him, her tail winding around his hips. Both of his arms curled around her torso. He seemed to realize that she didn’t exactly have shoulders that he could hold easily, so he needed to hold around her waist. They ended up mostly facing each other.

It’s not a big deal Asteri, it’s just for safety. …But good lord, when was the last time anyone held me?

“Ready?” A pair of blue hands asked.

“Ready.”

And the world shifted, blurred, darkening until it seemed it couldn’t possibly get any darker yet somehow it did, until was nothing but pitch black. In a matter of seconds, the bright light of New Home had given way to nothingness. It was the deepest, emptiest dark she had ever known. That such nothingness could even exist was beyond her. Asteri couldn’t see anything, anything, not even the glow of her wings. She couldn’t see her own magic! What was happening!? She was alone…! There was nothing. Nothing. It felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her breathing shuddered. She couldn’t breathe! The absolute and perfect darkness panicked her, and she cried out, grip tightening around the only solid thing there was to hold onto.

And then she was held closer in turn. The feeling of arms tightening around her pulled a gasp from her lungs.

“G-G-Gaster? Gaster?? Wh-Where- Where- Where are you‽” She could feel him holding her, still, that hadn’t changed, but in her panic she wasn’t thinking.

She heard a hum. No real melody, just a hum, but it was a familiar voice, close to her head. Close to her. Close to her. A voice, right there. Her breathing evened out, and she relaxed slightly. Gaster was with her. She wasn’t alone.

He tugged her, gently, in a direction, still humming, and they walked— carefully, awkwardly— toward what she soon realized was a teeny, tiny speck of light, very far away. But the darkness gave way to that light far more swiftly than she expected, and soon she could make out the cave that held her house, in Waterfall, within the light. Despite seeing it, she still couldn’t see herself or Gaster, like the light didn’t reach them somehow. But they reached it, and suddenly they were stepping out into the green-blue grass near her house.

She looked around frantically, still clinging to Gaster. The darkness was gone. She looked down. She could see herself. Her eyes flitted upward, and she realized Gaster was looking down at her with immense concern and, it looked like, guilt. His eyes were rapidly flickering between deep blue, yellow, violet, and red-orange. It took another second for her to realize that a pair of blue hands were signing near her.

“—SO sorry, are you alright??”

“I-I’m okay.” Her voice came out weaker than she meant for it to. “I didn’t catch… what you were saying. I’m sorry, um. J-Just give me a second?”

He gave her as long as she needed, which ended up being closer to a solid minute, after which she realized she was still clinging to him for dear life and disentangled herself, embarrassed.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, worry clear on his face.

“Yeah… Just, um. Just a little rattled.” The wording occurred to her only after she said it aloud, and her head snapped up. “UH! Sorry, not sure if that’s, um. O-Offensive??”

He shook an arm back and forth, rattling his bones. “Not at all.” She smiled a little at that, and he relaxed a little in turn.

Still, he practically dripped with guilt. “Asteri, I am so, profusely sorry for not warning you about the dark. I was so preoccupied with explaining how it works that I neglected to mention that strong enough gravity bends light. I am accustomed to it, but I should have warned you.”

“That was scary,” she admitted quietly, and hated how juvenile it sounded. “It was like it got dark, then even darker.” She wrapped her wings around herself. “I’ve never been unable to see my own magic before.”

He met her eyes. “I am sorry for putting you in a situation that made you afraid.”

The urge to deflect was strong, but once again, the look on his face silenced her before she could even speak. His eyes glowed ultramarine for her. Earnest, always. Never a modicum of condescension or mockery. She had been afraid. “Can we go inside?”

He nodded, and they went to the door. It was dark inside when she opened it; she immediately looked down at her wings. Still visible. Thank god. She wanted to cast some kind of fire magic, but she was embarrassed that the darkness of her own home had her so afraid. She knew where the light switch was, could have found it with her eyes closed, so instead of summoning fire, she took a deep breath to steel herself and then made a beeline for it. The lights came on, and she sagged against the wall in relief. Gaster stepped over the threshold and, after slipping his shoes off, approached her and crouched beside her where she had slid down the wall.

“Asteri…”

She looked up at him with some unnamable, weak emotion. “Gaster?” God, her voice sounded so pathetic.

“Let’s get you off the ground.”

He held out his arms, but she shook her head. “I’m too shaky,” she whispered.

“May I lift you then? With blue magic?”

She paused, unsure, then nodded.

“This will probably feel strange.”

There was a ting sound, and suddenly she felt heavy.

“You are blue now. Just relax.”

He stood. Slowly, she lifted off the ground. The whole time, she kept her wide eyes fixed on Gaster’s continually glowing blue ones. He moved her over near her couch, walking as he did so that he was never more than a few feet away. Once there, he lowered her to her feet, holding out his arms. She fell against him once he released her SOUL. This time she didn’t bother with dignity, she just wrapped her wings and tail around him and pressed her face into his shoulder.

She was still shaking, Gaster noted as he brought his arms around her.

He gave her a second, then carefully moved them until they were sitting on the couch. She clung to him like he might disappear if she let go.

“Can you… hum again? It’s okay if you don’t w—”

He didn’t let her finish, just hummed whatever tune he could think of. She relaxed a little. He wished he could offer her more than humming.

“Are your eyes open?” he signed with blue hands behind his shoulder after a minute or two. He wanted to check if she could see him signing before he tried to say anything. She nodded.

“I don’t wanna close them…”

His heart clenched. He supposed some took better to the darkness of tessering (or “teleporting”), but nobody had even been this affected. Then again, the only people he had taken with him before were Alphys, one of his old lab assistants, and… Well, that was it. He really should have thought this through instead of acting on impulse just to spend more time with her.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Not mad at you,” she mumbled into his sweater. “J-Just. Scared. I don’t even know why.”

“You do not need to have an explanation.”

“Gaster?” She hesitated, then asked, “Could you… do that with your eyes again?”

“Of course.”

His eyes actually had never stopped glowing from the moment Asteri had begun to panic during the tesser, but she couldn’t see him then; all light was pulled away. But he knew what she meant in asking him this. She pulled away, but didn’t completely let go of him. He made no move to let go of her, either. He waited until she looked up at him, then flared his eyes even brighter. Deep shades of blue whirled like eddies.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He didn’t sign anything, only nodded and hummed another slow tune and let her watch his eyes as long as she needed.

After a few minutes, she had stopped trembling and seemed to have mostly come back to herself. Once she looked away on her own, he let his magic fade. For a regular skeleton, the whole ordeal would have been exhausting. Using gravity magic to bend spacetime, using it again to lift her so delicately, glowing his eyes so brightly for so long, and summoning hands over and over— those things together expended a lot of energy.

For a regular skeleton.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“You have beautiful magic,” she muttered as she finally relaxed back against the couch. Their shoulders pressed together, but he didn’t mind. It seemed like the contact was helping her.

“Thank you.” His eyes glowed a soft, pale green. “I am quite proud of it.”

“No I mean… the stuff that comes naturally. Your eyes.”

His cheekbones and eyelights dusted with pink and he smiled, unsure what do with such a personal, genuine compliment. “Thank you… very much,” was all he managed to say, along with: “Your wings are quite stunning too.”

That warmed her face along with her heart. After another few minutes, she spoke again. “Gaster, you’re a really good friend.”

“Aha,” he chuckled humorlessly. “I do not feel like it after frightening you like this. But thank you.”

“You are though. You keep taking care of me. C’mere.” She pushed herself upward and managed to tap her head against the side of his. The smile it earned when he turned to meet her eyes again was worth the slight exertion.

“You take care of me too.”

“Bullying someone into eating well and making him sandwiches one or twice a week don’t count as taking care of somebody,” Asteri argued with a little smile that betrayed the way his words had warmed her.

“But creating two disasters and then trying to make up for them does?”

She laughed, and the sound made his SOUL feel lighter. “Well when you say it like that…! Maybe we’re both just a little bit of a mess.”

“Only a little,” he agreed with a quiet laugh.

They leaned back against each other, and the ensuing silence was amicable.

“Really though,” Asteri murmured after another few moments. “Thank you for everything you’ve done to calm me down and reassure me. I don’t even know what it was about the darkness that scared me, really. It was just… all-encompassing. It was darker than dark. I’ve never, ever been in total darkness. Maybe that was it. I always have leftover magic, my wings always glow at least a little. But in that… place, I couldn’t even see my own magic.”

Gaster nodded slowly. ““Darker than dark.” That is a good way to describe it.” He let a moment of stillness pass. “I do not know if it is a comfort or not, but so long as we were touching, you were in no danger.”

She looked up at him.

“It is easier to affect the gravity around a smaller area, which is why I said we needed to be so close. If you had pulled away, though, so long as I could still feel where you were, I could bend it in a larger radius around you. It is merely more effort and concentration, but it would not have hurt you.” He wouldn’t have let it.

“What if… someone stepped outside the radius?” She asked quietly, not sure she wanted to know the answer. “What if someone got lost?”

He shook his head slowly. “In truth, I do not know.”

It was probably best not to dwell on it.

“How do you know where to go if you can’t see anything?”

“Hmm…” How to explain it? “I need to know which two points I am traveling between. I cannot do it without a set destination. Otherwise, I would not know the exact way to manipulate gravity. It is much easier to do when I have already traveled to a specific location.”

“Like creasing paper,” Asteri suggested.

He stilled. Creasing paper. Now there was something he had never considered. “I meant that it was a familiar feeling, a better sense of how much gravity to use. But the notion that repeated travel creases spacetime, creates paths that are easier to follow with each subsequent use… that has fascinating implications.”

“Hopefully good ones,” Asteri murmured. “Creased paper is hard to write on, and you can never quite smooth it out again. Would that be… bad? For spacetime? Like if things got caught in the creases?”

What an intriguing concept. He hummed in thought.

“Because… you said collapsed stars warp spacetime, that things with a lot of gravity dip it. I don’t know much about outer space, but aren’t stars actually really, really big?”

He nodded.

“Then…” She pressed the end of her tail against a couch cushion. “They do something like this, right? Make a curve over a large area?” Another nod from him. “Then isn’t what you’re doing more like pinching spacetime? Not curving it?”

He raised his brows and gave a slow, conceding nod. “That is… not incorrect.”

“Is spacetime like lycra? Or like linen?”

He frowned in confusion and looked to her. “What do you mean?”

“Because stretchy material is hard to crease, it goes back to its shape. But linen wrinkles and creases so easily it’s infuriating.”

“I believe it must be fairly elastic,” he answered after a moment of thought. “Or else the movement of small celestial bodies would create permanent effects.”

“Hmm…”

Then again, smaller objects typically had less gravity. ‘Small (relatively speaking) object with a great deal of gravity’ would be approaching the description of a stellar remnant. But she didn’t need to worry about all that. He would do more research on it when he got the chance. For the time being…

“I think that with as long as I have been doing this, it is reasonable to call it safe for the universe at large. I am not the only monster to ever discover a way to traverse a distance in less time.”

“That does make me feel better,” Asteri admitted.

“Good.” He sat up a little, and she did too. “Have you recovered from our travels?”

She stretched and nodded as she began to yawn. “Yeah. I think so. Thank you. Do you want something more to eat? All we had was donuts.”

He waved his hands, “I don’t want to trouble you after all of that.”

“No, it’s no trouble. I would end up cooking for myself anyway.” She stood up and gestured with her head toward the kitchen. “Come keep me company. But I’m doing the cooking.”

That drew a dry laugh from him. “That is probably for the best. I am sorry I cannot help more.”

“Your company is plenty of help. Come on. I was going to make youvarlakia. It sounds… really nice after everything. It’s a soup. I think you’ll like it.”

Asteri cooked, and Gaster followed her around the kitchen, handing her things and making lighthearted conversation about people at work and silly things that had happened. She told him about some of her friends, in turn, and things they had gotten up to in the past.

“They sound like they are a great deal of fun to be around,” Gaster said as she finished a story about one of their last get-togethers. “I would like to meet them one day.”

She laughed. “They would flip. They still don’t believe that I’m friends with you, they think it’s some kind of drawn-out prank.” Granted, she hadn’t talked with them much in the past month or two, so there hadn’t been much opportunity to tell them more details.

“I still do not understand that,” he said with a huff as he helped set the table. “I am only a person. People speak about meeting the king with more nonchalance than they do me.”

“The king isn’t known as a recluse, or the underground’s most brilliant mind.”

His eyelights flicked away, faintly pink. “Hmph.”

“Alphys has mentioned some of her friends too. We should all meet sometime,” suggested Asteri as she dished out the soup.

He tugged at his turtleneck as the sat down, looking uneasy. “That sounds like a… greater than average number of persons.”

Oh, he didn’t like big groups. That made sense. “It doesn’t have to be everyone at once,” she offered instead. “We could just meet one or two people at a time.” She brought her spoon to her mouth to taste the youvarlakia. Ah, delicious. She loved that lemony tang.

“That would be preferable,” Gaster admitted. Turning his attention to the bowl in front of him, he tried the soup. It was thick, and savory, and warmed him from the inside. He smiled. “This is delicious. I was unsure what it would taste like, but it is wonderful.”

Asteri beamed. “Aww, thank you! I’m glad you think our supper tastes… soup-er.”

He snorted mid-bite and almost choked. She laughed.

“My family used to make it after trips to Snowdin,” she continued once he recovered. “Sometimes I just make it because it sounds good, even though never gets very cold here. It’s better with bread, but I didn’t make any this time.”

“I have not visited Snowdin in a long time…” He took another bite and then set his spoon down to sign. “Mm! If you make this again, may I have some? I can pay you for it—”

She reached around the table with her tail and smacked his hand. “You aren’t paying me for anything. Absolutely not. A meal with a friend is its own reward.”

He giggled sheepishly. “Alright. I admit…” His eyes roamed around the room, took in the light and the warmth and the feeling of being there. “…This is much better than eating alone.”

Asteri laughed in agreement and raised her spoon. “Exactly! That’s the spirit! “Better scraps shared with love than a feast shared with loneliness.””

His smile couldn’t get much wider. “Here we have the best of both: a feast, and good company.”

She beamed and lifted her bowl. “To good friends, and terrible jokes!”

He laughed and lifted his bowl in agreement. “Hear hear!”

- - - -

TADA

So, yeah, I know, kind of a weird place to end, but after putting Asteri through that I wanted to leave it on a high note.

I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD LIST SOME REFERENCES! Number one is Handplates, which is where the concept of bone-rattling, Gaster’s blue magic hands (along with ten being the upper limit of how many he can summon at a time), and eyeglowing is from. Though my take on it is a bit different. Glowing various colors happens more often (at least for Gaster), and I changed the meanings of some of the colors. But I really liked the idea that it helped skeletons who had more fixed features emote. However, I also love the idea of highly expressive skeletons, so I borrowed the idea of distortion magic from @ asktheasterfamily! I loved their Gaster, he’s great. (I should reread that sometime…) “Tessering” is a direct reference to A Wrinkle in Time, one of my favorite books as a kid. If you’re wondering how that kind of gravity doesn’t affect everything else around them, especially in such a small space, the answer is, “don’t worry about it.” Something something magic, [insert explanation.]

Oh, also!! Alphys’ favorite anime is Sailor Moon because Mew Mew Kissy Cutie hasn’t been made/released yet.

I felt like I couldn’t fully express just how much and why Asteri was affected so much by the darkness while tessering, but if you can imagine perfect darkness in every direction with no sense of up and down… yeah. Oh, and now imagine that you’ve never been completely immersed in regular darkness before because you glow naturally. Yeah.

She and Gaster are in that awkward friend stage where you’re not sure if the strong feeling of really really liking someone and wanting to be around them all the time is platonic or romantic. Hence all the awkwardness. I guess that isn’t a universal experience, but it sure has been a consistent thread through most of my friendships. So, yeah, no. No real romance yet!! Just the awkward beginnings of a deep friendship~ (Which is the basis of romance anyway.)

Okay wrapping this up, there’s a lot of stuff in here that sets up future events and plots points!! But it might not be the things you expect… ;)

Thanks for reading!! I absolutely love screaming in the tags or replies (YOU ESPECIALLY BENANA), so if you haven’t commented but feel inclined to, don’t be shy!! Even a “!!!” is appreciated. Maybe I should just post this on ao3 man idk

I’ll be working on part 8 soon!!

#WOO IT’S DONE #But as always I’ll probably edit it later pfft #OH AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THE COLORED TEXT IS HARD TO READ AND I’LL CHANGE IT #Asteri backstory #(gonna make another poll for the title soon) #seeker writes #seeker oc #asteri #gaster #⁂ gaster #long post #good lord this is SO long #⁂ fic #⁂

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Hihi!

Happy Halloween 👻

I was wondering if you could do a modern au w/ Nami x Gn!Reader and the prompt Decorations (or cotton candy if that prompt gets taking while I’m writing this lol) maybe the two are married and adopted a kid

Only if you want to ofc! Thank you so much!

P.S. love your writing 💕 keep up the good work!

Hello my love! Happy Halloween my!!! Omg yes of course!!! I will gladly do this for you!!! This sweet scene for name ahhhh!! I love it!! I hope you enjoy my dear!🥰💜💕☺️

TW:child

WC:500+

“Momma, can we hang the cob webs over there on the bushes?!” The little girl with pigtails running toward her mother holding the purple cobwebs.

“Sure! “ Nami kneeling down patting the child's head “Hey honey, Can you help her with the cobwebs I’m sorting out the rest of the decorations.”

“Sure!” happily smiling you followed the young child to the post spreading the cobweb on the bushes outside. “What is the next thing you would like to put up??”

“Hmmm..” the little girl was tapping her chin “oh! The pop-up tombstones over there!” she pointed at the corner of the yard . Nami catching a glimpse of how you and your guys daughter were setting up. It did bring a smile to her face, she began to think about Bell-mere and the things they used to do. Your guy's daughter brightens both of your lives for the better. She made your guy's family complete. Each aunt or uncle saw the liviness when in the presence of your guy's daughter. When it came to decorating she was in charge you both didn’t mind thought it was cute how she would everything a certain way place the different items in the yard.

“That looks great right there.” Nami walked up with some fake skeleton parts. “Look what I found, maybe scatter them all throughout the lawn d/n?”

“Yeah! I have to show Brook! He is gonna be happy I found his spare parts!” she giggled taking the fake skeleton hand “Brook I found your spare arm!!!” She saw the skeleton displayed in the front of the yard she liked to talk to. She named the skeleton after her own uncle Brook because it was just as tall as him.

Both you and Nami saw the child dart in the direction where Brook the skeleton was displayed. “She has a lot of energy.” letting out a relaxing breath.

“She does..” Nami had a soft smile on her face watching her daughter wave the fake prop at the skeleton seeming like they were having a conversation with him. Her mind still seems to be on Bell-mere. Would she be proud of her? Who does your guy's daughter call her granny or grandma? Many questions she would never get answered. Nami felt your fingers becoming intertwined with hers which caused her to snap out of her thoughts.

“Everything alright?” looking at the beauty in front of you.

“Yeah everything is fine.” she squeezed your hand. For some reason she could feel a familiar comforting energy. Maybe her own mind was playing tricks on her but she swore she heard the words ‘You are doing great’ maybe this was a sign from Bell-mere “She is going to do great things, I just know it ______.”

“As long as we continue to guide her on the right path she will take down any obstacle that life may throw at her.” giving her a cheesy grin.

“Momma, we have to find Brook’s spare funny bone. He said he can’t make funny jokes without it!!” D/n ran towards you both as she grabbed each of your hands towards the decoration pile.”

“Maybe we can live without his jokes for a while.?” you chuckled at your daughter who shook her head. She would come out with the most strangest jokes.

“It’s a must, we have to find it!” she spoke proudly knowing she had both of her parents with her going to track down the spare funny bone.

#nami #one piece nami #Nami x reader #one piece #the witch of one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x reader insert #one piece fluff #fluffy october #fluffy event

[moon-ursidae]

THE MANDALORIAN EPISODE 3.02 SPOILERS

okay i’m getting in on this late bc my sleep schedule is fucked and i’m super busy w university this week BUT I HAVE TIME TO SQUEEZE THE EP IN

they really are like “in case ya’ll didn’t watch tbobf 💅🏻”

TATOOINE TATOOINE

PELIIIIIIIII

I FUCKING L O V E HER

“is he gone?” HAHAHAHAHA WORKING W THE JAWAS

I LOVE HER

HER TOOTH

YYEEEAAAAAAAAA DIN DJARIN

THE FLIP TO PELI??????? GROGU HELLO???

😭😭😭😭

“hey grandpa” HAHAHA

AMY’S JAWA VOICE IS SO GOOD

din looks so fuckin tall goddamn

OMG DIN W AN ASTROMECH AHH AHH AHH

“i thought you said it was built for adventure?” HAHAHAHA

omg the fireworks are gorgeous

THE MINES OF MANDALORE AHHHHHHH

the music is goin CRAZYYYY

omg i’m gonna cry at din telling grogu about his past😭😭😭😭😭

“that way, you’ll never be lost” WHAT IF I CRIED IN THE FETAL POSITION ON THE FLOOR???

holy shit the music w the ruins?????????? SO GOOD

din is talking so much this season? we love growth

this is gorgeous

“that wasn’t a question” TEA

DIN AND GROGU WATCHING R5 😭😭

“don’t be a baby” i love when the mandalorian is a comedy

“you can watch him on the scope” SUCH A DAD

SO. PRETTY.

WORK CINEMATOGRAPHY

you fuckin STRUT din djarin

GROGU IS SO SCARED FOR HIM😭😭😭😭

this is so fucking awesome

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE???????

YEA DIN DJARIN SLAY

DARKSABER BABBYYYYYYYYY

GROGU REACHING HIS HAND OUT STOOOP

“bo katan was right. mandalore is not cursed” SLAY. she’s also kinda right about your whole cult thing so yknow

they’re so cute😭

YEAAAAAA THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

i an obsessed with the jet pack

this is so fucking awesome

i’m LOVING this so far

awe grogu’s pov of din🥺

THE WAY HE GETS CLOSER AFTER SEEING THE CREATURE IN THE PIPE GO AWAYYYY

if i see a helmetless din djarin this episode i will YELL

the helmet :(

THE FLUTE

HOLY FUCK??????????

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT????????

OMG GROGU’S WADDLE😭

GROGU STEALTH MISSION WOOOOOO

this thing is so fucking scary

WHAT IN THE GREAT VALUE GENERAL GREIVOUS

i’m so scared for my boys rn

his little run are you fucking joking😭😭

“get to bo katan” having flashbacks to episode 7 of tlou “get to tommy’s” UGH

HE’S HITTIN THE GODDAMN JETS

GO GROGU

now THIS is podracing

YEAAAAA GROGU USE THE FORCE

HE’S SO INDEPENDENT AND GROWN😭😭

FLIPPIN AROUND AND SHIT

“let’s get rid of him once and for all” tea? are you wanna fight him or somethin?

RESCUE MISSION WOOOOOO

BEAUTIFUL SHOTS OF MANDALORE

the way grogu gives a look of sympathy to bo after she said “it wasn’t always like this” UGGHHH

BADASS WOMAN

you fuckin STRUT bo katan

you fuckin STRUT katee sackhoff

waiiiit she’s gonna try to snatch the darksaber isn’t she

she’s gonna see that shit on the ground and she’s gonna THINK about snatchin that shit up

AWE GROGU’S SO SCARED😭

THE LOOK OF DETERMINATION ON HIS LIL FACE ARE YOU JOKING like “let’s get my kriffin dad”

them teaching him about mandalorian history😭😭 and the differences between how they deliver it bc of their different perspectives😭😭

YEA BO KATAN SLAY

“did you think your dad was the only mandalorian?” TEAAAAAA

thank you bo katan for answering my earlier question about what fuck these creatures are

what is happening to my boy rn

what is being injected into him

i am very scared for his safety

WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT THE DARKSABER

CALLING HIM DIN????? WHY AM I GONNA CRY???? KSHSKSBSKDHEHJEJDHK

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS THING

okay she’s fucking slaying w that darksaber rn

“your kid. he’s tougher than he looks”😭😭

GROGU REACHING FOR THE FOOD😭

DID HE WANT TO GIVE IT TO DIN😭

oh she gave the saber back slay

god i love mandalorians

so fucking cool

wait is she talking about the death watch when she talked about how they were fighting each other??

hold on i just gotta say the differences in how much bo katan values the creed and how much din values it? she obviously takes it to heart, but it’s not as much of a religious thing as it is for din. she saw it more as an obligation. something for the public eye. a show. din lives and breathes by it. hell, the whole reason he’s even on mandalore in the first place is because of his devotion to the creed. he wants to reconcile. he wants forgiveness for breaking the creed. he broke it by taking off his helmet. meanwhile, he’s walking next to someone that ruled mandalore, who’s walking without their helmet on. showing her face. i just think that’s so fucking cool to think about.

again, when he says “this is the way.” after bo tells din how she lost her father, and she gives a look that has a hint of anger in it? to din, her father fulfilled his creed by dying a mandalorian death. protecting his planet. protecting his people. to bo katan, she lost a father. it’s different for her.

LMAO THE PLAQUE like a fucking museum hahaha

again, the differences in the way that they’re treating the waters. bo katan is reading off the plaque sarcastically, but din is preparing for a ceremony. he’s removing his weapons, slowly walking into the waters while reciting the creed. it’s so good.

am i gonna see a helmetless din djarin??

the answer is no

the music?? gorgeous

DIN??? DID HE GET SNATCHED BY A MYTHOSAUR?????

WAIT.

AM I GONNA SEE A MYTHOSAUR????

NO FUCKING WAY

NO GODDAMN FUCKING WAY

HELLO???????

OH MY GOD?????????????

THAT WAS A FUCKING LIVING MYTHOSAUR????????

WHAT THE FUCK??????????????????

AHSHJSJSKSBSKDBSLDBKXBDKDBDKDBDKSBKSBSLWJDLJFOWJQOFBSNBXLAJSLFBDOBWKDBXKDBALJEOFBXN

HOLY SHIT.

OH. MY. GOD.

#the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian

[padfootastic]

Waittt not sure if you’ve talked about this before but I am loving your answers to anon asks and I want to hear your thoughts on Sirius and Dumbledore. I rly like Dumbledore as a character but I also rly rly think that what happened to Sirius doesn’t work unless we accept that Dumbles was actively disinterested in him at best and perhaps trying to move him out of the way at worst. And I kinda think Sirius knew that.

hello anon! >.< thank u for being here, reading the piping hot garbage i’m screaming into the void, and liking it lol

i actually have talked a bit about dumbledore and sirius before!! (it was slightly controversial tbh) but i have so many more thoughts about that omg!!! i love dumbledore as an arrogant, manipulative because the way he was playing with lives was,,,damn. i think i read a fic once where he realised that he was treating the war like a game because he was bored and it horrified him bc he had the power to do so much more than what he did. it was interesting.

anyway, it’s so maddening because i get it, people often ‘fall through the cracks’ in the justice system, that’s a proven thing that happens, yes, but i just absolutely cannot see it happening to sirius black for so many reasons (gonna put it under a cut bc i sense a rant incoming and i’m assuming if you’ve read all the asks so far u don’t have a problem w me rambling lol)

for one, he was directly involved in a situation dumbledore had personal interest in. he was the supposed secret keeper for the prophecy child’s family. he was harry’s literal godfather. why would he not enquire further into wtf happened here?

second, his friendship with james was so fkn prolific that everyone from mcgonagall to fkn rosmerta talked about how close they were. does that not raise *any* doubt?

third, sirius was an order member who was actively fighting in the war. that is on top of loudly & proudly denouncing his family and running away from them (i always imagine his actions in 5th year would’ve caused a minor scandal if it was public). combine that with the abundance of personality/behaviour modifying items like potions, spells, artefacts in the WW, and again, no questions were asked?

fourth, i feel like if dumbledore had assumed a role of leadership in the war, to the point he was giving orders and dictating people’s actions—that also puts the onus of seeing that through til the end. if someone on his watch became a spy, or a DE, then it’s his basic responsibility to find out why, if only for safety purposes and to prevent it happening in the future. why wouldn’t he want to find out how much sirius could’ve told voldy or if he did anything else that was harmful to the war effort?

so, all that in mind, your spectrum of active disinterest to deliberate sabotage is so on point for me.

for dumbledore to not even take a look into his case (which is when inconsistencies would definitely be highlighted) implied he did not care, at all. and i think as the years went on, it was easy for him to put that out of his mind because why should he care?. i also feel like, subconsciously, there was a part of him that recognised he wouldn’t be able to keep harry at the dursleys if sirius was in the picture so he never tried to find out bc ignorance was better in this case (am i part of the camp that thinks he was deliberately creating a martyr? 👀🤭)

when u look at poa, it becomes even more horrific tbh but i talked about that in the other ask. i think sirius’ disillusionment with dumbledore started way before when he was in azkaban—alone, grieving, his brother & lily dead, godson in someone else’s custody, and realising no one was coming for him. that at the end of the way, no matter how much he tried, he was still a black. and it would’ve just been more compounded as he didn’t get a trial, was sent off to recruit for the order, saw harry’s condition, and was kept locked up in the house of his nightmares. the cherry on top of the cake was all the restrictions that were placed on his interactions with his godson, and having to talk to dumbledore for permission on everything. and i think this slowly deepening mistrust made him feel even more helpless because he couldn’t *do* anything about it, he had no power or agency, and his godson was getting more and more involved in the chess master’s convoluted game every day.

fom dumbledore’s end, the man would’ve been a fool not to realise how powerful and intelligent sirius was but more importantly, the influence he had on harry. the beginning of ootp is literally filled with so much content where sirius is telling harry to be careful and harry absolutely hates it (who is he, an escaped convict, to tell me who i am?) but he still listens to him bc he respects his godfather/recognised the merit in his words. and that kind of unconditional support would’ve been, hm, let’s call if troublesome, right? dumbles come off as someone with severe control/trust issues to me, so another influential player on the board who’s not in his control? well. that’s a problem.

(i also think this entire conversation becomes so much more interesting if u think that dumbledore never entirely liked/trusted sirius because of his innate prejudice but that’s speculation for another time)

#sirius black #dumbledore #i’ve read all sorts of dumbles characterisation from kooky harmless old man to full on GG evil and i liked all of them lol #it depends on how it’s written #also re the sirius arc—i genuinely think most of the inconsistencies is bc of the terf retconning and not caring and actively disliking him #but if we had to give in universe answers for it dumbles doesn’t come off great (nor does anyone else) #also didn’t mention it in the text itself but i do feel like the black name held some influence and power #(i’ve read a lot of lordship fics ok leave me alone) #and like….i wonder why that didn’t come into play anywhere. but again a lot of disjointed thoughts there that r for another time #also i think i made that second last dumbledore paragraph sound too ominous lol #i’m not suggesting he wanted to permanently get rid of sirius or anything #but like. he also didn’t make any moves t help our man and that inaction speaks volumes imo #pen’s asks

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[nctsplug02]

Omg can i request a mark smut! I had this idea but idk if you the kshow ‘we got married!’ where two idols from different groups get ‘married’ for some time, like what if mark was put on the show w the reader and they do it when the cameras r off. Something along those lines hahaha

we got married! || M.L

genre: smut and fluff

You genuinely surprised when you had gotten picked to be apart of the show ‘we got married’. When they announced that someone from your group was gonna be playing a role in the show, you didn’t expect it to be you until you were called into your managers office where they then told you the plans.

“Take a seat here please and then just wait for the other idol.” You nodded at the persons commands and waited. The makeup artist and hair stylist were all up on you while you waited, they fixed your hair and makeup.

“Hello, hi, hello.” The person greeted the people around him as he made his way to the green screen area where you were seated.

He makes eye contact with you and grins widely. “Hi, y/n right? I’ve heard about your group, pixels?” You nodded to the man, you knew him, he was everyone’s favorite Canadian. “Hi, you’re mark, im a huge fan of your group.” He laughs and shakes your hand.

“Okay, lets take a seat. Alright, 3, 2, 1.” The director announces which mark complied and sat down next to you.

“Hello, I am mark from nct.” Mark pointed to his chest.

“Hello, im y/n from pixels.” You smiled and slightly bowed your head.

“Today, we’re here on the show to play our roles as a married couple in ‘we got married’.” Mark reads off from the script. “That’s right, we will be on the show for several episodes straight so grab a snack and be ready for what we’ve prepared!” You said into the mic which Mark giggled beside you.

——

The bus rolled up to the house where the ‘married’ couple were going to stay at. “Holy sh—,” you quickly recorrect yourself, “holy moly this house is huge, what the heck?” You say while looking at the house in front of you.

It was painted white and had these beautiful green plants and flowers planted outside. “Cmon, mark! Let’s go look inside!” You cheered and ran inside with your suitcase trailing behind you.

Mark giggled at you and grabbed the rest of the stuff out of the trunk.

When Mark got inside he could hear you talking to yourself and giggling to yourself. “Such a big bathtub!” You gasped at how big the bathtub was.

“Y/n! Should we cook some dinner? It’s already 5?” Mark shouted and as he was about to walk upstairs to find you, you jump down the stairs with a cheerful grin. “Dinner?! Should we order in instead? I’ll pay!” You pulled your phone out and went onto the food app.

Mark just looked down at you with lust in his eyes, he adored you. “What should we eat?” You look up at him and he quickly looks away. “Uh, whatever you want. I’m fine with whatever.” He shrugs and you look back down. “Okay, lets order some Chinese take out since they deliver faster.”

“It’s delivering now so, while time passes by lets go to the back and see what they have for us.” You say tucking your phone in your back pocket and running outside the back door.

You gasped when seeing the backyard, it had a pool and several outdoor games. “Mark! Look at the backyard!” You called for Mark who hurriedly came to you. “Damn, now I wanna go swimming.” You walked over to the pool and dipped your hand in.

“The water feels so nice, it’s not too cold and not too hot, just perfect— is that a hot tub?!” You quickly got distracted by the hot tub which mark laughed at.

——

When the food arrived, mark had wondered why you ordered so much food.

“Noona, why’d you order so much food?” Mark questioned when seeing a table full of Chinese take out.

“It’s not just for us, mark. I’m gonna pass these out to the camera crew, wanna help me?” Mark shrugged and nodded.

You and Mark passed out the boxes of Chinese take out to the staffs behind camera. “Enjoy, enjoy, no it’s no problem. Aw, thank you, you’re welcome!” You smiled at the staffs who praised you and thanked you for the food.

“You’re too sweet, noona. Thanks for buying us dinner, I’ll buy us dinner tomorrow.” Mark says as he breaks his chopsticks into two. “No worries, Mark, just eat up.” You say mixing your noodles around in your container.

The cameras cut, letting you, mark, and the staffs eat in peace.

——

“Aw shit—,” Mark looks at the cameras that were in the room and laughed. He brought a finger up to his lips and mumbled a ‘shh’ to the cameras. “—dang.” He clears his throat.

“Noona! We’re gonna have to share a bed, is that okay or would you like me to sleep in the guest room?” Mark shouts but you were too busy having a mini concert in the bathroom.

“Catchin’ feels like butterflies, if I say what’s on my mind! Wanna hit bullseye! Shoot, I’m ready aim and fire!” You sung while applying your moisturizer on.

“Cute.” Mark mumbled while leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk smeared across his lips.

You stopped dancing when hearing marks voice from behind you. “Hey, what’re you doing? Keep dancing, I’ll be a fan for you. Go y/n! Ahh!” Mark squealed and cheered his arm halfway in the air, acting as a fan for you.

“You’re too cute, mark.” You laughed at his little dance. “Cmon, im your fan, dude. Dance!” And so you did while laughing and giggling with Marks squeals and cheers cheering you on.

——

“Damn, we have to share a bed?” Mark nodded and jumped onto the bed. “Oh wait, which side do you prefer?” You shrug. “I don’t really mind, but I do usually prefer the right so I’ll take the right.” Mark scotched over to the left side and patted in the right side for you.

You climbed next to mark and tucked yourself in. The cameras had finally shut off when realizing they needed to give you guys some peace and sleep.

“I know you like me.” Mark suddenly confesses out of no where. “What? I don’t, I don’t like you?” You laughed trying to cover up the fact he exposed you.

“Your members told me before I came into set. They came up to me and started cornering me and they were saying different things like, “y/n likes you so don’t break her heart or we’ll break you,” “treat y/n well,” “take care of our maknae,” and all those other shit.” He explains shortly.

You gulp, they really threw you under the bus like that. “I.. I.. um..” your breathing starts becoming unsteady. “You what?” He asks in a teasing way.

“Kiss me.” You blurt out. Mark smirks and smashes his lips onto yours but since it was pitch black he kind of misses your lips and kisses the corner of your lips.

“Nice aiming.” You giggled which mark stuttered at. “Okay, it’s literally pitch black so you can’t blame me!” You nod agreeing with him cause he’s correct.

After the laughs and giggles, your and marks lips slowly fought together. The kiss was slow and passionate, his hand wandered around your hips and waist.

You pulled away from his lips with a few last kisses. “Touch me, please?” You whisper holding onto his forearm. “Where? Oh.. okay.” He tries not to snicker when you place his hand in between your thighs and onto your clothed pussy.

“Need you to touch me, please?” He nods. “Of course, baby.” He leans in and kisses your lips once more. Once your leggings and panties were removed, he slowly rubbed around your wetness.

His fingers had found your clit and they began to rub on it. Mark played with your wet slit for a while until you got impatient.

“Need your cock please?” He grins and kisses you. “Such a needy, baby.” He teases and nibbles on the shell of your ear.

“Spread those pretty legs wide open for me.. good girl.” He finds himself positioned between your legs with the tip of his cock ready to be pushed into your aroused hole.

Once he’s in, a gasp is heard from the both of you. His size was perfect, you had gotten use to it quickly. “Fuck me already.” You whispered which mark tsk’d at, you were so needy for him.

He held your leg up against his waist and began moving his hips. He began slowly but began to pick his pace up. His thrusts becoming rougher, his grunts escaping his throat, his grip on your thigh had his nails digging in your soft skin.

“God, why’re so perfect?” He growled and buried his face in your neck.

You couldn’t speak, you were speechless, his cock felt so good that you were stunned with how it moved within your slick walls. No words came from you except your moans that were obnoxiously loud.

“Did you forget that we have a whole crew outside? Be louder and they’ll suspect something is going on between us.” He stuck his fingers in your mouth when you wouldn’t shut your mouth.

Besides Marks loud grunts and your muffled moans, his balls that smacked against your ass echoed off the bedroom walls.

Hopefully no one heard what ever happened in the ‘married’ couples room.

——

You woke up to the staff members waking you up, you looked over at mark to see him getting woken up too. “Your makeup needs to be done and your outfit needs to be picked out so cmon, get up. We have a full schedule today.” Your co-manager rushed you.

——

You and Mark ended up at a zoo where you could pet the animals and could feed them.

“Look! It’s a lion! It’s you Mark!” You pointed at the lions that licked their paws clean. “Oh is it? Let’s look for you then, what is your animal?” You hummed, what was your animal.

“I think my animal was a puppy cause I have these big puppy eyes, see.” You showed your big eyes to mark who nodded in agreement. “Your eyes are cute and big.” He compliments.

“Okay, Mister Flirt—! Are those seals?!” You squealed and ran towards the area with seals that swam around in their big pool.

“Excuse me, can i feed them some fishes please?” You asked the lady who watched over them with a bucket of fishes next to her. “Oh, of course! Here, wear these gloves so they don’t make your hands stink.” She handed you a box a gloves.

“Mark, cmon! Come feed the seals with us!” You called mark over who was walking slowly.

——

The zoo was fun, you didn’t want to leave all the animals that were there.

“Oh, y/n Noona? Oh, okay so while at the zoo, when it was time for us to go, she almost cried because she didn’t want to leave and it was honestly adorable.” Mark explains to the cameras in front of him after a director asked him what happened while leaving.

——

It was time for dinner and Mark wanted some potato stew so, while you seasoned, mark was cutting the potatoes into twos and fours.

“Mark, be careful with that knife.” You warned him as he positions the knife in a certain position.

“I know—, ow!” He hisses and drops the knife on the cutting board. “Mark, did you cut yourself?” You turned around to see him jumping up and down while holding his finger. “Ow, ow, ow! It hurts, it hurts!” He cries out in agony.

“Mark, hunny,” you sigh, calming him down and gently grabbing his hand to check his finger out. “Mm, that’s pretty deep. Go to the bathroom, I’ll help you clean it up.” He whimpers and goes to the bathroom with you following behind.

“Sit, no on the toilet. Just put the seat down—, here.” He sits on the toilet seat. “Okay, lets see here.. ah, perfect.” You pull the first aid kit out.

“Noona, it hurts, hurry please?” He whimpers, his voice slightly cracking. “I know, hunny. Stay calm for me.” You told him.

After finishing up with his cut, you cleaned up while mark sat in the same spot which was on the toilet.

“My finger hurts.” You sighed and squatted down, placing the first aid kit where it first was.

“You should be lucky you don’t need stitches.” He shivers to the thought of getting stitches and nods. “I’m glad I didn’t need any.”

“It’s the second day of the show and you’ve already hurt yourself, be more careful mark. You’re so clumsy.” He looks up at you with a pout and his eyes watery from earlier.

“It hurts.” You cupped his face. “I can’t do anything, I don’t know what I can do to make the pain go away.” He lifts his finger up and says, “kiss it to make the pain go away.” You lifted an eyebrow, you’ve never done that before. Not even to your own parents.

“My mom used to do that to me when I was younger.. it was whenever I had gotten a boo boo.” You grin at his explanation.

So you take his hand and you place a soft kiss on his bandaged finger. “There, all better?” He chuckles and nods. “Yes, thank you, miss nurse y/n.” You roll your eyes at his cheeky remark.

——

The last episodes had came to an end. You and Mark packed up and said goodbye to the house.

When finishing with the questions from the fans that had watched, you and Mark ended up going on several more dates until finally dating.

“We should get married instead of dating.” You said which made mark laugh.

#nct smut #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #mark lee smut #nct mark #mark lee #mark smut #mark #nct writing #nct writers #kpop roleplay #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop angst #kpop imagines

[jungwoniics]

TEASER: unidentified murderer. — ot7

↦ date of release: 21 feb 2022

↦ pairing: ot7 / ot7 x reader

↦ synopsis: A group of seven boys come together to play a game of killer killer, otherwise known as mafia. What they thought was merely a game involving red, blue and black cards becomes their reality and now they find themselves running, hiding, surviving. Will they be able to win this game?

↦ genre: action

↦ rating: tv14, sfw

↦ w/c of fic: 4.0k+

↦ w/c of teaser: 0.3k+

↦ warnings: curse words used, mentions of deaths, mentions of blood, gory to a certain extent, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

↦ a/n: hello fellow liadeundanz !! how has everyone been? i hope we’re all having a really great day today,, but anyway THIS!! omg never written anytg like this before… i apologise if you get nightmares after this but do read the warnings before proceeding!! also do let me know what you think of this so i know if i should write more fics with this kind of like concept in the future !! <3

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“This is bullshit!”

“Mind your language.”

“Oh, shut up, goody two shoes.”

“What are they doing here?”

“I have better things to do.”

“Can I have that tub of ice cream?”

“I’m not getting my playbook, am I?”

You hold back your laughter as you watch the seven males bickering in your house. Sunghoon is staring daggers at everyone. Sunoo keeps eyeing the tub of mint chocolate ice cream on your kitchen counter. Jake looks like a confused puppy. Jungwon keeps glancing at his watch uncomfortably. Jay looks like he was going to kill you. Heeseung is continuously rolling his eyes. And Riki is towering over everyone.

You clap your hands loudly to get their attention.

“I apologise for using a false pretense to get you seven boys here today. There was no other way I could get you to come, right? Anyway, here’s what we’re gonna do: we’ll play a little game of killer killer!”

Sunghoon scoffs.

“I came here to have dinner, not play some stupid game.”

“Why? Are you scared, playboy?”

You look around to see the icy cold glares they are giving you, wondering if you would wither then and there. But of course, you don’t.

“Either you play or forever be known as a coward.”

The seven boys stiffen. How typical.

Men could never afford to show weakness of any kind.

You gesture to the seats as you take out a stack of cards from your desk at the side of the room. To your surprise, Riki speaks up.

“Yah, president.”

Everyone turns to face him.

“I thought you were afraid of horror stuff.”

“I’m a wimp not a coward,” Jungwon rolls his eyes.

Sunghoon scoffs. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Alright so the game is called killer killer. Blue card means civilian, red card means detective, black card means murderer. Aim of the game is for the detective to catch the murderer before the murderer kills all the civilians. Any questions?"

You look around.

No one says anything.

Until Riki raises his hand shakily.

“You mean… kill like in the game right? Not kill, kill right?”

You laugh. “Of course.”

You shuffle the cards and dealt them face-down.

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

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#enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfics #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen crack #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen smau #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen ni-ki #enhypen niki #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #[ ✑ ] — topic: unidentified murderer #[ ✎ ] — lia’s works

[lavishedinjimin]

Hi! For kinky hours can I request a wolf hybrid Namjoon and bunny hybrid OC?

I love this prompt!! I purposefully made Namjoon "shapeshift into a wolf" while still being a hybrid, so he's also technically also a werewolf in this one? Either way, this was incredibly fun to write omg

warning: all characters are intended to be 18+. I do not write, and I never intend to write underaged OCs

~

Wandering through the forest with your herd, you hate how your ears pick up even the smallest bit of sound. The grown-ups would always tell you that they're a blessing, enabling you to hear any possible danger that's coming in your way, but you don't want to use it.

You were a dependent little thing, playful and oftentimes mischievous. You follow your family with a huff and a puff as you journey to find a new home.

But you were still young, still naive and the world can easily distract you — just like this pretty yellow butterfly that crash-landed right onto your nose.

You sneeze as the little insect tickled your nostrils. Following the butterfly in a new direction, you take interest in it as if it wants to show you something.

"Hey!" you meekly call out to the butterfly, your feet struggling as you make your way through many huge logs and branches, "Where are you taking me? I h-have to get back to my family!"

The butterfly takes you to a river until it flies up and up into the air, leaving you there to stand alone. You call out for it, reaching your hand up, but it was no use.

Looking around your surroundings, you feel a tight sensation in your chest as you attempt to figure out how to get out of the area. You were completely lost, all alone, and worried that someone, something might get you.

You sniffle, fighting back the tears as your ears droop down. "Stupid butterfly..."

You carefully walk along the riverbank, your soft footsteps being the only sound aside from the leaves in the trees whooshing as the wind brushes past them.

It dawned upon you that you were in serious trouble.

Suddenly, to your left, you heard a branch split. The sound frightens you and you hastily try to find what made that noise. With your curious nature coming to play, you step closer to the bushes, your nostrils flaring as you use your sense of smell to your advantage.

"Hello?" you shout, "Is anyone here? Come out! I need help!"

A swift force abruptly knocks your body over, making you yelp, until you realize that it was a much bigger animal, five times bigger than you. Your body rolls along the grass with the animal's four legs wrapped around you. You release a shriek when you realize that it was a wolf. It was panting, salivating, and clearly hungry.

Wolves eat bunnies.

"No! Let me go!" you attempt to pry him away, using your feet but he was stronger than you. "Please! Let me go! I n-need to get back to my family!"

The wolf's eyes glow red and it growls paramountly, the rough and rugged sound resonating throughout the woods. This automatically switches on the tears to fall.

You sniffle and cry in absolute fear, but the wolf has you trapped.

"Don't kill me, please," you cover your face in your arms, "I'm sorry!"

You waited and waited for something to happen, for things to escalate, but there was only silence after that.

You carefully remove your arms, peeking to see what happened to the wolf. Then, it suddenly transformed into a hybrid, half-animal, and half-human, just like you. You thought that it was just a regular real wolf!

He kneels between your hips as if straddling your thighs. Your eyes scan his buff, muscular body, his furry tail swaying behind him and his acute gray ears were pointed up in the air. He stares at you with wide eyes.

"I-I..." he speaks, his voice thick and monotone, "I'm sorry, bunny. I couldn't control myself."

"Please don't do anything to me," you whimper when the hybrid leans closer to you, bringing his lips to your neck, "please... I w-want to go back."

Namjoon ignores your protests and cries and allows his tongue to lick a big, aggressive stripe along your neck. "Oohhh," you shiver, your eyes widening, "what are you doing?"

You've never felt this feeling before as something inside you feels fuzzy. Namjoon uses his strength to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. He creates a deep, growling noise while he firmly grinds his hips into yours.

"Hey — mmmh — what's going on with you?!" your eyes roll back to your head when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat.

His eyes turn red again.

"You smell and taste so fucking good, little bunny. I d-don't think I can stop..." Namjoon shows you his canines as his animalistic side overpowers him, "such an innocent little bunny wandering alone in the forest, I couldn't help but follow your cute ass."

"A-Aaah," your body shivers when he cups his hand against your heat, his fingers teasing you as they stroke up and down.

"Aw, bunny," Namjoon coos, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"What?" you sniffle, nose red from crying, "Fuck? What's that?"

Namjoon's dick instantly grows rock-hard from the soft, subdued tone of your voice. He comes closer until his nose touches yours, "It means, bunny," Namjoon growls to tease you, smirking as he watches your body tremble in fear, "It means that I want to put my cock inside you, bury it so deep inside your cute and tight cunt, until I coat you with my seed."

Namjoon immediately encloses your body with his own strength when he feels you squirming, a cry falling off your lips. "No one can save you now, bunny. You and I, we're all alone in this river. You scream, I cover your mouth. You try to run, well—" he chuckles, "I'm a hundred times faster than you. You bite me, I bite you back."

Your eyes were big as you stare into him, breathing heavily. His words somehow made you feel as though you're falling into a deep headspace, your mind fogging up.

"There's no need to escape, bunny. I know you want this, I can fucking smell how aroused you are. That pussy's leaking for me."

He checks to see if he was correct, "See?" he brings his hand back up to reveal his sticker, wet fingers, "see what I do to you? You won't admit it, but I know that you're loving this as much as I do, bunny."

Without a warning, Namjoon flips you over so that your stomach lays on the ground. Namjoon rips all your clothing, making you shiver as the cold wind touches your skin. Namjoon waits no time to push his throbbing dick inside you, your ass and bushy tail in full display for him.

You wince from how big and thick he was, his cock stretching your walls apart like no one has done before. Your hands dig into the soil, eyes closing shut as a tear falls down to your cheeks. "Awwh, t-that feels..." you moan, "feels so—aaahhh!"

Namjoon spanks your ass then digs his claws into your plump cheeks as he thrusts the rest of his cock deep inside of you. He fucks you so roughly that with each pound, your smaller build was jolting back and forth. You couldn't keep up with his pace, feeling lightheaded already.

"Ohh, that's it," he snarls, "take that big dick inside that cunt. Your moans are so fucking delicious. You make me fucking mad," Namjoon's forehead and neck accumulate a layer of sweat as he uses your body for his pleasure. "Do you like this, huh? Does your sweet, little bunny pussy likes the feeling of being fucked for the first time?"

"Yessss, o-ohhh, it feels good," you pant, "t-thank you."

Namjoon feels himself getting cocky, "Told you so. I'm not gonna let you go, I hope you know that. You're gonna be my little fuck bunny forever."

#namjoon smut #bts kinky hours open #bts wolf au #dom namjoon #rm smut

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU

OK THIS IS THE LAST BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RELATED HEADCANON SET I PROMISE 

[edit: check out the link at the bottom of the post for more buzzfeed unsolved au content :)]

hinata and kageyama:

90% of the show is them yelling and nobody watches it with earphones on

both of them believe in ghosts but that doesn't mean they want to see one

hinata will literally go to the bathroom five times before going to the spooky house and kageyama gets mad at him for it but there is Fear in his eyes

producer: 'were you scared?'

kageyama: 'pfft, no'

cameraman: *points camera down to show that kageyama's legs are shaking*

they also bring a shit ton of food with them when they stay the night at a place and they'll deadass be eating while talking about the history of the place

‘this house *crunch crunch* was built in *crunch crunch* 1972'

the producers tell them to stop bringing snacks but fans of the show love it

sometimes they'll shoot a mini mukbang video

SPICY, BARBECUE POTATO FRIES | Mukbang at the Waverly Hills Asylum'

hinata: *looking up how to do a seance on wikihow* it says we gotta offer some food for the spirit

kageyama: *spills the doritos he was eating on the table

*after 20 minutes*

kageyama: fuck this

hinata: *starts eating the doritos*

producer: ...

the ghosts: ..................the, audacity

tsukishima and yamaguchi

pretty much a ryan and shane duo right here

yamaguchi: we'll be visiting this place as part of our ongoing investigation on the question, are ghosts real?

tsukishima: *shakes head*

yamaguchi just wants to see the look of fear in tsukishima’s eyes at least once

yamaguchi: *hears a random thump sound* fUCk tSuKkI a gHoSt!!!

tsukishima: *sees a chair being tossed across the room* huh, the wind is pretty strong today

he likes to stick his head into attics to scare yamaguchi

yamaguchi always carries a water gun full of holy water

yamaguchi: i have holy water with me and i'm not afraid to use it! but i'm also sorry you had to die such a horrible death i hope you find peace soon

tsukishima: *walks into a basement that is supposedly a portal to hell* fuckin’ take me already

so many 'yamaguchi being an angel and tsukishima being a demon for 10 mins' video compilations 

daichi and sugawara

a very chaotic buzzfeed unsolved duo

suga, who is satan’s child himself, and daichi, who needs a raise

daichi: hello everyone! this is daichi,

sugawara: and suga

daichi: and you’re watching...

sugawara: jackass!!

daichi:...buzz...buzzfeed unsolved??

daichi started out being afraid of almost every place he had to walk into but after having to deal with the chaotic mess that is suga for an entire season, he no longer Feels Fear

this is because suga will deadass film a tiktok dance video no matter where he is

daichi: suga, someone was literally axe-murdered there

suga: *dancing along to ‘I’m a Savage’ or whatever that tiktok song is called*

daichi: *at cameraman* do you see what i have to deal with every day?’

suga is only genuinely scared by ghosts when his followers point out that a ghost was caught on camera in one of his tiktok videos

suga: *watching the video*

that was the end of suga’s tiktok career

tanaka and nishinoya:

another bunch of loud bois but they are much louder than kageyama and hinata

they’re very much into proving the existence of cryptids and are most known for that episode they spent hunting bigfoot by dressing up to look like bigfoot

tanaka: ‘you know that thing they do in cartoons where they stack on top of each other under a coat so they look like just one big guy?’

nishinoya: ‘ryuu i love you so fucking much’

other guy there who is also trying to catch bigfoot: oMg ItS bIgFooT *takes picture with the blurriest camera he could find*

both of them are very committed in their investigation of the supernatural and they’re very unconventional approaches

nishinoya: *lying on the ground in a creepy basement* EAT MY HEART DEMONS! WE’LL PUT THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!

tanaka: *takes out a spirit board* *spells out O-M-A-E  W-A  M-O  S-H-I-N-D-E-I-R-U*

ghost: *spells out N-A-N-I*

tanaka and nishinoya: *screaming*

kuroo and kenma: 

kuroo deadass flirts with any ghost or demon they encounter and kenma would sleep over in a haunted asylum for ten bucks

kuroo: *sidles up to the infamous annabelle doll* hey there little lady, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a locked, glass case with a ‘don’t touch’ sign like this?

kenma: kuroo, there’s a demon inside her

kuroo: well, i’m a bit of a demon myself

kenma: she attempted to choke a guy in his sleep

kuroo: oooh, choking. i can get behind that...

kenma: *looks at camera*

the demon in annabelle: d-daddy??

“kuroo flirting with demons and kenma looking at the camera for 5 minutes”

kuroo’s actually a huge fucking scaredy cat and kenma secretly tries to push him over the edge

kenma: *plays computer-generated screams of the damned on his phone*

kuroo: WHAT WAS THAT?

kenma: ...I didn’t hear anything *looks at the camera as if he was on the office and plays the sound again*

kuroo: i was too scared to close my eyes last night

kenma: i was actually able to catch a bunch of pokemon last night. who knew the winchester mansion is such a hotspot

producer: did you catch any evidence of ghosts?

kenma: ...i caught a gastly

bokuto and akaashi:

bokuto is a die-hard mothman fan and akaashi is emotionally involved in proving that ghosts exist he will stop at nothing

akaashi: all of the evidence on the shadow figures and orbs spotted in this place can only suggest one thing...

bokuto: mothman did it

akaashi: no

bokuto: yes

akaashi: mothman is literally five states away

bokuto: he has wings

during their individual investigations, akaashi has already foreseen how bokuto is going to react

producer: it’s been quiet for a while. do you think bokuto’s no longer scared?

akaashi: oh no. he should be screaming right about now...

bokuto, inside the haunted house: *screams and waves his flashlight around*

akaashi:  and then he’s gonna call for help

bokuto: AKAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIII

*few hours later*

bokuto: i saw my life flash before my eyes in there

akaashi: *muttering incoherently near his ‘evidence wall’ full of blurry pictures and red string*

bokuto: i must’ve stared into the abyss at one point

akaashi: this place is fucking haunted. can i go back? it’s for sale right?

ushijima and tendou:

ushijima’s knowledge of ghosts is based on hollywood movies and tendou has exorcised places just by vibing

ushijima: *brings out a pottery wheel* if there are any ghosts in here, you know what to do

he’s actually never watched Ghost he just knows That One Scene

tendou: *naruto-running through the goatman bridge with a go-pro strapped to his head* IT’S MY BRIDGE GOATMAN, IT’S MY BRIDGE!!!

the Goatman Himself: i’ve never felt so fucking scared in my entire fucking life

ushijima believes that chanting in latin will Summon the Ghosts and tendou takes full advantage of that

tendou: *handing ushijima a slip of paper* here, apparently this will summon a full-bodied apparition

ushijima: thanks *begins chanting*

producer, interviewing tendou to the side: okay, what did you make him read this time?

tendou: i typed out ‘let me eat your ass’ in latin on google translate and went from there

cameraman: *zooms in on ushijima chanting*

the ghost haunting the castle: *is confused in French*

in the end neither of them get evidence on ghosts

ushijima: well, we'll have better luck next time

tendou: maybe even revisit this place ?

the ghosts: i know i'm dead but this is the first time i've been scared for my life

[EDIT: for more buzzfeed unsolved au content written by me, check out The Search for the Mysterious Mothman, a headcanon set feat. bokuaka]

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU #kagehina #tsukkiyama #daisuga #tananoya #kuroken #bokuaka #ushitendou #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya imagine #bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #ushijima wak #tendo satori

[dreamii-yume]

HEHE HI I'M THE SAME ANON WHO SIMPS FOR DEUCE, AND YES YUME AAAAA (ﾉ*0*)ﾉ❤️💕❤️💕

So, basically, Deuce receiving a phone call from his mom while he's getting it on with darling 👀 and he forces her to talk to his mom while he's hitting it back ya know what I'm saying?! 😩 Like legit, Darling's just trying her best to muffle her moans as she's bent over the mattress with Deuce rearranging her guts, not even caring about what her mom's saying on the phone anymore as her eyes roll up in ecstacy and cumming hard on his dick AAAAAAA lmao hope it's okay!!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)❤️❤️❤️

Chokes omg darling YESS???

Warnings : Non-Con | Yandere

The sheer amount of P A N I C alone had almost brought you into yet another embarrassing orgasm. His phone ringing not too far from the bed, where Deuce had you pinned down in all fours with his hand on top of your head. Filled with nothing but tears and moans, your fucked-out state barely manages to keep your consciousness intact as you glanced towards the vibrating device. For a moment there, you resented such a thing for bringing you back to full-awareness, when you were just about ready to pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure swirling down your weeping pussy. But at the same time, you saw it as a desperate opportunity to get yourself out of your current situation.

Deuce was far too engraved in getting his dick wet over and over again as he slams continuously without rest inside of you, treating your pussy more of a fleshlight at this point. With his mouth offering small apologies and compliments of how good you felt, you didn’t think he even heard the sound of his own ringtone echoing throughout the room. Not when the sound of skin slapping against each other seemed to be even more pleasing to his ear alone. You didn’t know what you were trying to do, but getting fucked for almost an hour now had your mind in complete shambles that the most logical thing you can do at this moment was to reach out for that phone. You can’t quite see who exactly was calling on the other side, but no matter who it is, if they could at least just hear what kind of predicament you’re in, surely they’ll come running...correct?

However, it was just your luck when Deuce had opened his eyes to bask in the pleasure once more, just in time to see you struggling to reach for his phone. “Ah…” He was finally aware of the current caller and you felt him flinched behind you, you don’t know whether to take that as a good or a bad sign. “...I-It’s mom...” He muttered out, groaning as his grip against your hips tightened.

With that, you widened your eyes in realization and slowly retracted your hand away from answering that call. You could ask her for help, but it’s Deuce’s mother! It’s not very likely that she would come to believe you so easily since no mother can ever truly doubt their son like this. I mean, how could she not even believe someone like you over her own sweet child, who had been such a good son up until now? You might just end up making a fool of yourself! You let out a whimper that unfortunately caught Deuce’s attention as he reached for the phone himself and looked at you, gulping.

Then, to your surprise, he bought the phone right next to your ear as he leaned in to the other. “I can’t...ignore a call from mom...” He said, face flushed but his eyes were hazy as if he had been drinking alcohol all night long. “But I can’t face her...in this state...”

“So, please…Do the talking for me...”

You let out a sharp gasp, a shriek scraping against your throat as he slammed down inside you so hard that your vision darkened for a split second. Despite being able to barely recover from such an impact though, Deuce only repeated the same brutal thrust like it was normal, his aggressive grunts had your stomach rolling and swirling full of butterflies. He wants you to talk to his mom? At this state? If he can’t do it with the way he is right now, then what makes him think that you can!?

“Deuce? Hello, it’s mom~!”

And just like that, you clasped your hand over your mouth as soon as you heard the woman’s lovely voice on the other side of the device. It was taking all your willpower to not to let out questionable noises when Deuce wasn’t even cutting you off the slack by even attempting to slow down behind you. “Deuce?” His mom called once again, worried to hear a relative pause in the line. You glanced at the guy with widened, panicked eyes, begging for help in this situation, but he was too engrossed pounding you like there’s no tomorrow. That’s when you realized that there was no way Deuce was going to help you out with this, he’s probably gets on the fact that he was forcing you to do this in the first place.

So, with no other choice, you carefully opened your trembling lips and tried to stable your voice as much as possible. “Y-Yes...? This is...(Y/N) speaking...” You replied, trying to sound as cheerful as the woman knew you to be. “G-Good evening...!”

“Oh, (Y/N)? Are you with Deuce right now?”

You resorted into slamming your face in the bed sheets to muffle your moans once in a while. “Y-Yes...! Um, he’s...He’s...” You took another glanced at the man behind you. “He’s s-sleeping right now...”

You heard the woman gave a naïve sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought something happened since he usually picks up within the first ring of his phone.” She laughed. “Anyway, I don’t want to disturb too much! You’re with Deuce for a reason, aren’t you~? Don’t worry, mom approves and supports the two of you~!”

You faked a laugh, but it sounded awkward and nervous in your opinion as you were trying so hard not to cringe at her attempt of playful teasing. “I just wanted to wish him a happy birthday, could you say that to him in my place, dear?” She said, a sweet mother that she is, unaware of the true nature of his son. “He’s been worrying a lot about his future and trying the best I’d ever seen him do, so naturally, as his mother, I’m really proud.”

“I’m lucky to have him, but I’d say he’s also as lucky to have someone as sweet as you so early on in his life.” She continued; she’s sounds so sentimental that it makes you want to cry for her kindness alone. “So, please take care of my little Deuce for me, will you? I’m counting on you~”

You closed your eyes, gulping down the building saliva inside your mouth and lowered your head down in shame. “...Yes, o-of course...”

And with a cheerful goodbye, Deuce’s sweet precious mother had finally hanged up and you couldn’t help but to let out a sob right after. Clinging onto the sheets, finally letting all those suppressed moans and shrieks out, your vaginal walls clenching uncontrollably against his dick in guilt. “So...Tight...” Deuce sighed, he was listening in until the very end and couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. “You’re...gonna take care of me...as promised, huh...”

You reacted quite abruptly as he went in deep inside, knocking against your abused cervix to cause your eyes to roll back and to blank your mind. “I can’t wait...” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, a change of pace from constantly trying to bruise up your hips. “W-We’re perfect...for each other.”

“I love you...!”

And with that, you could barely even register the warm liquid flowing through and slowly filling you up from the inside. Your mind wasn’t able to comprehend anything he said right after, the comforting feeling of slumber pulling you down was even more tempting. Especially when combined with how warm Deuce’s hand felt on the top of your head and his lips giving your neck a gentle wet kiss.

#twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #deuce spade #yandere deuce spade #Birthday Crumbs (Deuce)

[cartoonsaint]

Mr. Gordon Freeman for the ask game? 👉👈

ooo! i'll answer for both Gordons, but my thoughts about the original are relatively shallow whoops

Canon Gordon Freeman

FAV CANON TRAIT: i see his work w teleportation as a metaphor for his drive :) he WILL go from point A to point B, however it can possibly be done. doesn’t always take into account ”common sense” limitations, which is sort of awesome for science but not for personal health (thank god for the suit). sometimes clever puzzle solving is the answer, but sometimes the most efficient way is to go straight through the goddamn wall.

LEAST FAV CANON TRAIT: omg, that he’s in an apocalyptic first-person shooter w zombies? SO not my thing, but somehow i ended up here anyways. mostly i think he deserves a hot shower and cozy pajamas and not to be covered w blood.

FANON PET PEEVE: i’m baffled by characterizations of him that don’t take into account the facts that he is capable of great violence as well as dorky playfulness (the snark idle animation! vent races!). also i have blocked SO many people for being weird about shipping?? like HL2’s freemance thing kinda squicked me out too but damn dudes, come on

Gordos Feetman

FAV CANON TRAIT: he's SO concerned about how he appears to other people while simultaneously being the LEAST SELF-AWARE CHARACTER IN THE SERIES, my GOSH. man has no IDEA how to talk to people: comes striding into Black Mesa like he's the one in charge (“move! move, i’m running late”), rude about the kind and friendly Dr. Coolatta, overly familiar w every scientist (even when Bubby flat out tells him to shut the fuck!), when questioned by benrey goes "i'm perfectly okay! i am perfectly healthy, and smart," like that's anything close to what a normal person would say, ever. then the first chance he gets to actually sit down with the Science Team over coffee he goes straight to, "you guys got families? ...what was your childhood like?" hello? 24 hours later he asks "what're your guys' hopes and dreams?" HELLO?? buddy the unspoken social rules... my god. he does not know them

plus his "nobody likes me. nobody likes me! i've dealt with that my whole life." like... aw dude. thank goodness the Science Team is full of weirdos too. they can jive with his off-beat social skills and seem to get that at his heart, Gordon Freeman is just a pretty nice semi-loser who wants to goof off and help take care of the people important to him ;-; ...and who will also commit murder at the slightest suggestion from others that it's fine

LEAST FAV CANON TRAIT: i wish he'd been more consistent about joshua! wayne has mentioned retconning the framed picture as just gordon being a nervous fuckin weirdo, but :( on my first watch-through i was like "hm. something about the way gordon tries to shepherd the Science Team with a weirdly optimistic, know-better attitude despite the fact that they all totally ignore him feels familiar..." and then he was like "i have a little kid!" and i went "OH NO WONDER," bc at the time i was also a 27yo spending a lot of time w a small child who preferred not to listen to my somewhat hysterical requests to not Do the Thing.

so like i'm fond of joshua's existence. and i get that trying to fit him into hl2vrai would be difficult but... plz wayne don't kill him. not again D8

FANON PET PEEVE: sometimes artists draw him like he’s 45, which is odd to me, but to be fair his model does make him look terrible for a 27yo. otherwise i wish there was more exploration of how much of a fuckin WEIRDO he is, bc despite being relatively normal compared to the Science Team he’s NOT normal compared to like anyone else. and i‘d love to see more of gordon struggling and benrey having to learn to help, rather than things only going one way. and more of him goofing off, even in awful situations! like i’m fascinated by him messing with the ribs of a dead dude on the ground next to benrey like “ooo i’m gonna touch em haha... u ever been to chili’s” buddy u r NOT normal <3

OK! thank you for asking about the gordons, it is fun to stir up my feelings about these characters and try to synthesize them this way :) anyone interested in my favetrait/leastfavetrait/fanonpetpeeve for other characters can send me an ask if they like. thanks :D <3!

#saint talks #ask saint #gordos feetman #i’ve been thinking for months about an AU that deals w the pet peeve thing and forces benrey n gordon to help each other #post-canon; enemies to lovers; there was only one bed; dumb fucks clumsily learning how to help each other etc #but it’s even odds it’ll get written when instead i could just keep daydreaming about it u know #long post #eh maybe! #hlvrai

[oh-for-fic-sake]

What is August going to do if his little decides to play with his forbidden knife collection? :3

Omg so this took a while and i'm sorry but im sooo happy with this! It got a little long so im hidig it under a cut but i hope you enjoy! @littlefreya @viking-raider

August swore vehemently looking around for the blades he'd sharpened specifically for his next assignment.

This needed to be silent and precise, he'd sharpened each blade twice! Not once but twice!

He wouldnt even attempt his 'arm hair' shave test this time knowing he may have gone over board with the sharpening.

But he couldnt help it, he found it therapeutic running his hands over the blades again and again, it was like medatation for him.

But they were no where to be seen! Hed placed them each delicatly in the rolled travelling leather holster, useing the small poppers to lock each dangerous blade in place and then hid it in the small safe in the wardrobe.

"Baby girl! LITTLE ONE HAVE YOU BEEN IN THE SAFE?!" He shouted down the stairs only not to get an answer, the radio on the kitchen drowning him out.

You were baking, well 'bakeing' he had bought a 'unicorn gingerbread box kit' for you both to make today.

It was a small treat he would spend the day with you doing anything your little heart desires befor setting off onto his week long mission.

You were currently rolling out the gingrbread and he had decided to sneak his weapons into his bag while you were preoccupied.

August never liked rubbing innhis occupation with you, never liked faceing the awkward questions, he wont lie to you but in being truthfull he can sometimes frighten you.

In the bedroom he was as ruthless and rough and demanding as he was at work.

But like this when you were little, you drew out a softer side. Well as soft as he was capable of, he was a stern man in everything he did, even in daddying you.

August huffed and zipped his case violently stressing out he needed to go down and pversee ou before you did something foolish, like tried to put the gingerbread in the oven.

Your panicked hyperventilating and bitten 9ff screams drew his attention immediatly!

He bolted down the stairs as fast as he could, so panicked by the cries and screams from the kitchen he raced through the housestomping and crashing with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.

Oh hell.

He froze, face paling mouth agape as he took in the scene.

Then he roared in a way you'd never heard.

You cowered holding your hand tightly as it bled profusely red life blood poured all over the white counter ruining the sheet pan dusted with what was once pure white flour.

The blood was also over the rolled out gingerbread, along with a very familiar knife.

You cried and staggered over you august holding your wound tightly tripping over your feet to him, wandering blindly unable to see much through your tears. Or hear past your frantic crying and yelps of "daddy!?"

August quickly decended on you grasping a teatowel from the laundry basket on the counter and tookover holding your offered wounded hand whislts snappjng at you in worry fueled anger.

"What the fuck are you dojng with that!? They are daddies special knives! You know not to touch thwm you silly little girl!"

"I'm s-so-rry! OUCH, NO-OO DAD-DY IT HURTS!" You cried out complaining as he dabbed the wound inspecting it.

It wasnt to deep just long, across the whole of your palm. He could tell your slipped and probably didnt evwn notice youd cut yourself untill it'd sliced fully across.

He'd sharpened them that much.

"You will be! By god little lady you will ne so very very sorry when im done woth you!"

"Come on sit down before you pass out and bleed all over the kitchen" he said tying a knot in two corners ot the teatowle making a triangle like a sling and looped it around your palm then fetched a wooden spoon slotting it in the large opening and began twisting it tight making a tourniquet.

You hissed as he pulled the clother thighter and tighter then slipped the wooden spoon into your fingers holding the teatowel still, before raising your hand high letting gravityhelp slow the bleeding.

"Now hold that there, dont you move, w need to stop the bleeding so i can mend it" he snipped grunting to himself. He wasnt worried as such, it looked worse than it was he had tended to worse on himself.

"Y-you can fix it da-ddy?" You sobbed tryi g to be brave but you were shaking like a leaf, youd never bled that much before.

"Yes daddy can fix it poppet, daddy can always fix it" he said quickly pulling out his... vast medic kit that was fully stocked to deal with everything from burns and cuts to bullet woulds and decapitated fingers. Because ou never know.

"A-are you mad da-addy?!" You whined eyes wide as he huffed and sighed dragging his hands through hos hair irritated

"Im not angry im very very disappointed. And you can bet your little ass is gonna be meeting that spoon shortly!" He said vehemently trying to calm himself and remind himself it wasnt too serious and he could deal with this cut.

You didnt even argue just looked down, dropping your watery eyes to the floor like a kicked puppy, and it wasnt even to soften him either.

"Why were you touching daddies private things?" He spoke tyring to take both his and your mind off your wound as he located everything he needed from the box.

"A'cos i wa-nted to see...they were shiney after you were polishin'em" you explained hicupping slowly weeping still as the pain and throbbing set in.

"I was sharpening them poppet, not polishing" he uttered quickly with a sigh trying to find a quaze big enough to wrap in a bandage.

"I just wanted to see... Never gon' touch" you sobbed bijng your lip eyes flickingnup the the now red teatowel, your figers were going a ittle numb from the tight tourniquet.

"And then?" He asked quirking a brow as you before waling to the kitchen sink washing and rinsing the washing up bowl thoroughly befpre filling with fresh warm water and a new clean cloth.

"Then the box said cut round the unicorns with a knife... And I already got it out to look at" you said shrugging a little as he moveed down your hand. Luckily the bleedig had stopped.

"I also says let and adult do it" your daddy chided as he slowly and gwntly unwrapped your hand making our fingers sting a little at the renewed bloodflow

"Im an-adult" you argued weakly then hissed as he begancleani g the wound dabbig it ever so lightly knowig he had to use clean water instead of antiseptic that could slow the healing of the delicate skin.

"Your a baby" he said with a roll of his eyes 'a spoilt baby' he added as an after thought to himself.

"...but im carful never cut myself with my big girl knives!" You agrued then gasped giving a small 'uh oh' you mouth had run away with you again.

"You mean the kitchen knives?" August asked quickly coming down on the new information like a... well hammer on a land mine.

"No... my saftey knives daddy" you uttered under your breath hissing as he moved on to the next stage of tending to your wound pressing the gauze to it.

"What do you mean your safety onives little one?" He said paying close attention to the bandages he was unravling over your hand trying to keep it firm but comfortable.

"My safety knives... i-in my purse?... Incase of baddies" you whispered slowly praying he wouldnt hear you. But his fingers paused for a second before quickly tying off the bandage in a knot and gave you a fierce look.

"You have knives in your?- wait hold-" august frowned and held a hand up singnalling you to stay then left the kitchen.

He returned moments later and emptied your pjrse only to growl shaking his had as a plethora of 'cute' weapons fell out. Hello kitty switch blades, rainbow blades, pink pocket knives and suspicious looking comb, key knives, pen knives you name it! There was even a ... cat keyring obviously meant to be some sort of pointy eared knuckle duster.

"Really poppet? Knives and... knuckle dusters- these are" he began scolding you but you cut him off

"I know i know daddy im sorry-" your apology was halted as your daddy spoke over you in a warning to e, he didnt like being interrupted.

"No where near good enough! These are all close range! If your close enough to use these then your already fucked! No you need pepperspray and a tazer!" He growled quickly picking up the feeble knives that had no grip to them, and wasnt ever sharp!

"T-tazer?" You stuttered tiltinnyour head cradling your injured hand to your chest.

"Yes, they are close range but will stop any attacker in their tracks! You can get away whilst your attacker is convulsing and laying in a pool of his own piss!" August growled becoming more and more aggravated as he realised you had now real way of protecting yourself when he wasnt around, big or little!

"Im getting you a tazer- today! Before i leave" he decided nodding to himself as he binned the now soiled teatowel and wash cloth.

"...can i have a pink one daddy?" You asked not being the slightest bit against having a tazer, it would make you feel alot safer then a knife.

Knives needed a proper opening and some brute force to protect you and could really really hurt someone!

A tazer was just a button and could work nomatter where ou hit the baddy and would kill them just make em gall over and pee.

"You can have a pink one princess... or a lipstick one or a tampon one?" Auguast suggested trying to thinl of the best one for you... he was sure a smaller discreet one whould be better than a law enforcement grade.

"That sounds uncomfortable daddy..." you uttered shuddering at the thought of that... being mistaken.

"Its not really a- fuck it... Right come on lets get in the living room you can go pick a tazer online" he said beginni g to pack up the first aid kitpillig everthing neatly into the box.

"O-okay... but no spankies daddy... I'm hurt" you warned cautiously waving your bandaged hand

"Yes spankies! Absolutly spankies! You take this spoon with you and you can pop it on the table as a reminder!" He ordered holding you with a level gaze blue eyes warning you to do as you were told.

"But my hand-" you said sniffling cradling it.

"Will be the least of your problems when I'm tanning your naughty butt! Now go or else" he threataned clipping the first aid box shut still watching you, staring unblinkingly.

"Or else what-" you started but your daddy was havig none of it and cut you off again.

"There is a silicone butter icing spreader in this kitchen that will be much worse than thw wooden spoon! Now get in the living room befpre i make you find it" he growled not about to let you throw a paddy about getting your ass blistered after the stunt you pulled.

Your lower lip wobbled but yu nodded giving up, plucking the wooden spoon and turning around leaing the kitchen in a walk of shame muttering a tiny 'yes daddy, sorry daddy'

Auguast watched with a stern face, before turning his attention to the bloody kitchen he will clean before coming to deal with you.

A good fifteen mineut wait will let you have time to reflect before he comes in and tans you hide.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #august walker x little reader #oh for fic sake headcannon #oh for fic sake ask

[enjennie]

In The Limelight [chenle x reader]

Summary: Tutoring the CEO’s son, when you’re barely interested in business. And falling for him, when you knew nothing about love.

Genre: Fluff. Rich kid!Chenle Tutor!Reader

Warnings: None

a/n: not proofread! I’ve been in a slump lately ☹ my works haven’t been satisfying me but I hope you enjoy this! btw omg this is a reupload bc the first time... somehow, the paragraphs were jumbled up? 

 “Y/N, there are flowers on your desk,” your classmate gestures behind them to the classroom you were headed to before quickly passing by. You could only nod, a little taken aback by the sudden information you received. Flowers? As far as you know, Valentine’s had passed, so has white day and it’s definitely not your birthday.

But as you enter your classroom, the bundle of flowers catching your eyes, you knew one thing for sure was from who it was. As you approach your desk, you lift the thoughtful gift and inspect the small card attached to the string that tied it beautifully together. ZCH, it read in cursive.

 “How was your day?” Chenle’s voice can be heard from the other line, the smile on his face almost something you can hear along with it.

“It was great! Thank you for the flowers, by the way. They’re delightful,” you beamed, eyes landing at the arrangement that now sat on your vanity. Chenle chuckles, his laughter sending serotonin to run through your body.

“Not a problem, I’m glad you like them,”

“Though I’d appreciate if you gave them to me yourself,” you cheekily continued. Chenle could only smile, his face softening at your request. It was a simple request. Yet, he couldn’t do it.

When you notice the silence that follow, you immediately regret what you said. You desperately try to backtrack, sputtering out words. “Well- I mean-, It’s fine- Thank you, still! I love them,”

Chenle hums, “I know. Don’t worry. You’ll wait though… right? It won’t be long,”

You plant your feet to your carpeted floor and nod, even if he can’t see you. “Of course, Lele,”

 Zhong Chenle is the son of the most respected CEO of one of the biggest corporations in Shanghai the entire world. Chenle was the next in line to the company. After his brother had expressed how the business world didn’t interest him, the responsibility immediately fell into Chenle’s hands. And even if music was his love and calling, he had to let it go as to not disappoint his father.

Chenle had accepted it some time ago, going to school only for the degree so he could be eligible to own the business. He accepted the fact that he was going to be living the life his father made for him, not one he made for himself and it was the hardest pill to swallow. But things changed when he met you. There was more purpose to the things he does, it wasn’t just for nothing. Life had gone from monochromatic to colorful.

 “Miss, Y/N. Mr. Zhong just moved and he has to take this class to pass the semester. I trust you can fill him in with our module? Mr. Zhong, this is Miss. Y/N, she scored the highest during midterms,” your world economics professor had marched towards you after class, a tall boy following behind her. He looked just as oblivious as she did, to the sudden weight and pressure being put on you.

You merely nod and say a simple hello, not being able to say anything else. It wasn’t a question, this was a demand. Jeez if I was gonna teach your student I should get a portion of your pay. You thought bitterly. At the time, you were struggling to juggle a part-time job at a café while also maintaining your grades to keep your scholarship.

When your professor left you two, the boy kept his hands buried in his pockets. His clothes were semi-casual and his hair was styled nicely. Who the hell moves halfway through the year?

“So, Mr. Zhong-“ you take your books into your arms and lazily sling your bag over your shoulder, heading towards the door with him trailing behind you.

“Chenle-, You can call me Chenle,” he finally spoke, startling you a little with how cool and soft his voice is as opposed to his striking visual that intimidated you at first.

“Nice to meet you, Chenle,” you give him a smile.

You were gonna be around this guy for who knows how long, might as well try to be his friend. Maybe it’ll make the teaching less of a chore.

  “Wrong,” you huffed, marking his essay and adding in annotations. “Chenle, remember there is a specific way to start these essays and that’s by defining the terms you’re using,”

The boy sat opposite of you, arms crossed and back against the couch comfortably. You were in a café. The café you worked in, to be precise. Your schedule today overlapped with Chenle’s and as much as you didn’t want him to see you slaving around, you also couldn’t miss this paycheck at the café. You gave him an essay to write just to check on his phrasing and structure and left to buss some tables and serve orders. But when you came back, Chenle barely wrote anything and could care less about it.

“Can we not study today?” he whined.

You and Chenle have been meeting each other for a month now, and you’d soon learned about the type of boy he is, the life he led. In ways you didn’t expect to.

 The first time you found out about Chenle’s reputation was through the newspaper. No, not the school newspaper. Not even the local newspaper. But on the Wallstreet Journal, when you had to grab material from any recent article for a class. Chenle’s name floated along with the words ‘Young entrepreneur’ and their company’s name. You gasped so loud you had to excuse yourself from the library and leave in a hurry. That afternoon you smacked him on the shoulder with your thick world econ textbook.

“You’re from a family of business corporates and you’re learning world economics from someone who crammed the exam?” you exclaimed. He stared at you blankly, book in hand and pen in the other.

“And you don’t pay me!” you added. The fact that you’ve been tutoring someone as rich as Chenle just didn’t make sense to you. Why not go to a professional? Instead, he was here with a sleep deprived college student who sometimes mixes up business terms just because she couldn’t care any less. World Economics was a mandatory for you. You studied to pass, sadly.

“I could start paying you, name the price,” he said easily. But you shook your head.

“I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I actually don’t care about the money,” You led him to the picnic bench with the table outside school grounds and propped your book on it along with your bag before taking out your bento box. “Just blows my mind how you won’t just pay for the classes. I don’t teach that well-” you continue.

“I like you, though,” Chenle calmly interjects. You look up at the boy, movements being halted by his bold statement.

“Pardon?” you felt the need to have him clarify what he said.  The boy leaned across the table, over your textbooks and notes. “I like you,” Chenle repeated himself, but the impact it had on you was just as powerful and hit you hard. Your heart was doing somersaults.

Chenle’s eyes grew thin as he smiled, backing away from you and sitting back down.

“So, chapter 12,” he starts flipping his book nonchalantly, leaving you out of breath with a heart hammering in your chest.

  “What do you mean not study today? You have an upcoming quiz with Mr. Byun this Friday and mind you, that man searches for wrongs, not rights,” you raised a finger at him, shaking it matter-of-factly.

“No, let me help you. Do you usually run the café on your own?” he closes the book and takes his essay from your hand. You’re left slack jawed.

“No. I- Johnny couldn’t come in today,” you explained. Suddenly, you were stammering as if explaining to your boss. At first, you were doubting if it was the same Chenle you were reading about in the articles. The boy you were tutoring didn’t come off as someone who would be running corporates and buying stocks or whatever. He was more laid back and relaxed. Aside from the way he dressed, nothing gave it away that he was indeed the CEO’s son. But there were times where you got a dominant feel from him. Times when he stood with much authority and didn’t accept no for an answer. In those moments, you realize how Chenle’s presence alone demanded respect.

Soon enough, you found yourself behind the counter with Chenle beside you tying the apron to himself. He looked cute, somehow. The way he smiled at customers and tried giving them their recommendations set butterflies run free in your stomach, you almost swooned. He didn’t get much studying done that day, but you surely did. You learned the fact that you falling slowly but surely with Zhong Chenle.

  There were two chapters you’re left to cover. In the short month and a half, you managed to teach Chenle six month’s worth of topics. Seeing him every other day made Chenle a familiar face to see around. Of course, you never actually got to see him around campus when you weren’t tutoring him. It left you wondering if you were actually teaching a ghost. But all doubts went away when the girls in your class started whispering about the cute boy waiting outside class. You quickly found out it was Chenle who they were talking about, and he was there for you. It was safe to say he wasn’t a ghost and is in fact real.

Carrying his book bag, he was stood against the wall with reading material under his arm.

“Chenle, we don’t have a schedule today,” you walk up to him, trying to avoid the dozen pairs of eyes that watched you. Chenle nodded, “Sorry, I won’t be here tomorrow. My father is bringing me on a business trip,” he states.

It wasn’t new for you to hear this coming from Chenle. Just the other week, his father brought him along to Japan for a company deal and Chenle came back with a little keychain souvenir for you. The same keychain dangled from your bag now as you both walked to the exit of the building. “Are you free?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t bring my book with me tod-“ you begin searching in your bag, even if you knew it wasn’t there. You were just trying to ignore the way his question made your heart jump.

“I mean… for dinner. Are you free for dinner?” he places a gentle hand on yours, stopping you from looking further in your bag. Chenle’s bold movements sometimes took him by surprise as well. He quickly retracts his hand, shoving it in his pockets. You let go of your bag, placing your hands on either side of you.

“Why?” you squinted at him suspiciously.

Chenle’s smile is small, but doesn’t go unnoticed by you as he turns his head towards his car then back down at you. “Listen, you don’t have to overanalyze this. I just want to treat you,”

  Chenle had thought about it a hundred times or more, before finally making a decision. Although you’ve been seeing each other in cafes and libraries for some time now, he didn’t want to consider those as dates. Sure, it gave him time to admire you up close and get to know you but he wanted you to know his true intentions. The only problem was boy, was he a wuss. And were you oh so dense!

Despite the subtle and not so subtle hints he’s given you, you remained clueless about his feelings. Unsure, confused and just downright oblivious. From the way he looked at you to how he vocally told you he liked you. You shoved everything under the rug, afraid that this boy was just toying around with you and having a laugh. He found it cute.

 It didn’t matter that you were in your school clothes, carrying about three thick books in your shoulder bag. He thought you looked stunning. You ate at a pizzeria just in town and he expressed how it tasted just like pizza from Italy. You said you wouldn’t know the difference since you’ve never been, and had a laugh about it.

The walk from his car to your apartment wasn’t that far, it’s just that he had to park a little further since there was no more space left in front. As you walked together, you noticed how the vibe and atmosphere between you two that developed as the night deepened, was different. More lax, comfortable. Like friends? You were both silent, until Chenle piped up.

“I lied, I didn’t just want to treat you,” he muttered, looking into the distance of your quiet street.

You turn your face towards him and you catch a glimpse of his face in the moonlight before looking away. He’d taken your bag from you and had it around his shoulder now. Him in his white polo shirt and brown suit jacket. He was always dressed like he was attending some kind of formal event. That’s Chenle for you. Mr. CEO’s son.

“Then?” you prompted him to continue.

Chenle averts his attention towards you as you finally reached the front of your apartment. You both stop walking, facing each other with the moon as your spotlight. You look at him from the light of the moon, it illuminated Chenle’s features perfectly. You would be able to inspect him when he studied, but each look at him made you breathless every time you had to look away. Much like right now.

“I wanted to take you out. Like, on a date,” Chenle confesses.

You could never wrap your head around how bold Chenle could be. Always leaving you flustered after saying such things, this boy was your weakness. But you didn’t give in. At least, you tried not to.

“Oh,” was your only response as you put your hands together, looking up at the tall boy. You hoped it wasn’t obvious that heat was rushing to your cheeks and ears by now. You could practically feel your blood flowing through your body, making you feel warm all over. “It was fun, I enjoyed it,” you shyly admit.

Chenle takes a step forward, raising his hand to palm your cheek gently. It’s the first time he’s ever gotten this close. “But I’m not sure you’re ready for my world yet,” his voice is lower, cool. Like wind.

You part your lips slightly, willing yourself to breathe. Your breath is unstable, shaky. This time, you take a step forward. “Are you underestimating me?” You don’t know where the surge of confidence came from, but you were thankful for it. The look of surprise is quickly melted into amusement as this was definitely the first time you ever made the second move to the dozens of times he’d left you flustered.

Chenle dips his head down close to your face. Eyes trained on each other, you tried to get yourself to breathe. He looked alluring, and you watch his eyes drop to your lips. Your head had become blank, nothing in mind. Just him. Chenle, and nothing else. His calm eyes, button nose and plump lips that you so very badly wanted to press against yours. “Are you sure?” he whispers.

You close the space between you and Chenle, lining your lips with his and connecting them together. The sensation almost sending you on your knees, you grab onto his shoulder for support and he holds you up by the waist, swiftly wrapping his strong arms around you. It felt like such a big relief, you almost sighed.

When you pulled away, Chenle’s smile comes into view as you fluttered your eyes open. He places his hand at the back of his head and scratches, suddenly becoming shy. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“You’re something else,” you giggle, smacking his arm before snatching your bag from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. You feel his hand against yours, forcing you to stop. “I’ll see you after my trip?” he asks.

“Same time… for class,” you reply, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. Chenle lets your hand go, a smitten smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest. Zhong Chenle wished things were simpler. He wanted to give you the world.

 “It’s just a black tie party and my dad’s forcing me to come with a date,” he fixes himself in the mirror. He looked handsome, as always. In an all-black suit that fit him perfectly. Dressed like he had someplace to be, people to meet.

You sat on your bed behind him, arms folded and face scrunched up into a frown. A date. Probably someone from a rich family, better than you, his future spouse. They’d have perfect little babies together. All these bitter thoughts were flooding in your brain. When he notices your unusual quietness, Chenle turns to face you and gives you a goofy smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he approaches the bed, placing either hands on the side of you and leaning in close. Chenle could tell when you lied and knew exactly how to make you crack. You pull your knees to yourself and don’t bother hiding the scowl forming on your face. You couldn’t do anything about it. After several talks with Chenle, he explained how much pressure he gets from the media and his family. How dating even became a hassle because of how the pressure would then be shared with his partner.

For years, it wasn’t a problem. He didn’t find anyone that sparked his interest, and only had meaningless one night stands. He was fine with it, really. But all of that changed when he met you. For once, he wanted to go after something he loved. Not let it go, unlike what he did with his own passion for the sake of his father’s dream and business.

You shook your head, ridding the thoughts in your head and throwing them out. “Nothing. I know it’s just business. Message me when you get home?” you didn’t need to ask, but you still do. Chenle always kept you updated, whether if it was how the party he’s in has a chocolate fountain or if the bathrooms have automatic toilets. It was always bizarre hearing about his stories and taking a peek of what his world is like. The world of corporates. You weren’t ready for it, and Chenle knew.

 The secrecy of your relationship didn’t last very long, soon enough it’s got media questioning who Chenle was seeing and your status. After a few run-ins with the paparazzi, you both decided it would be best if your meetups were more discreet. Luckily, the cameras hadn’t captured your face yet, but it was only a matter of time until they did.

To top it all off, the news had spread across campus. Girls left and right claiming they were the one dating Chenle, it didn’t bother you too much. You had a scholarship to keep and a job to go to. Sometimes, you’d find a single rose and a letter waiting for you in class, or at the café. Of course, you and Chenle had wrapped up the tutorial classes and he was able to pass the exam. He was one step closer to his degree, but happy wasn’t the word to describe him.

He yearned to be with you, have you in his arms and spend hours together just like you used to before things got complicated. Chenle grew lonely without your presence as months passed. Nonetheless, you hung onto the string of hope that maybe one day people wouldn’t care so much. That you could take all the criticism, the heat.

 It was around 2am when your phone rang, disturbing your slumber. It was a Friday night and you took it upon yourself to catch up on some sleep after the horrendous exam week you just faced. Chenle had said goodnight hours ago. You wondered who could be calling at such an ungodly hour.

You pick up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” Chenle’s voice filled your ear. Your eyes snap open and you shot up from your bed, pulling the phone away from your ear. Sure enough, it was him. Lele, with a little heart beside the name.

“Hey, are you alright?” You ask worriedly. His voice sounded slow and there was rustling behind him.

Chenle lets out a groan, and your heartbeat picks up its pace. You knew better than to think Chenle would cheat, but it was definitely worrying hearing this without any idea what was going on. “I miss you,” he breathed, voice raspy and low. You couldn’t keep the smile from appearing on your face. In the darkness of your room, your heart swelled with joy. “I miss you too, Chenle,” you whispered back.

Distinct voices come through the line, and you make it out to be Jeno and Jaemin. They’re bickering and you hear a guitar in the mix. “We’ll leave you here, Chenle,” Jaemin calls to his friend before you hear a door close.

“Why did you call?” you ask but you were happy that he did.

“Because I can’t be there with you. Even if it’s all I want right now,” he confessed. Your smile faltered and a hint of sadness falls upon your face as he continues. He was obviously drunk, but Chenle has always been really honest because he couldn’t lie. These days however, you haven’t had the time to talk much and you knew there was a lot on his mind. It hurt to know that it’s been this, and you couldn’t do much about it. “I just want to tell everyone about us. Screw what they think, YN. You’re perfect to me,”

Hearing his words gave you a glimmer of hope. You wished he was right, you wished you could believe it.

“Chenle-“ you sighed. “I want that too,”

There was a moment of silence before his voice came through again and you thought he’d passed out drunk already. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve sacrificed so much for my father, but you’re not going to be one of them,”

His words brought the smile back to your face, tears welling up in your eyes from how happy you were to hear them. It seemed at this moment that you could battle anything, because you were with Chenle. Everything would be alright. He was here and you are too, it’s the two of you against the world.

“Tomorrow, let’s make it official,” Chenle proposed.

You bring your hand up to your lips and bite on your nails, now fully awake more than ever. “Okay,” you agreed. Chenle grins, getting up from his bed. “I’m coming over,” you can hear him walking around now, keys jangling and shoes on his wooden floor.

“You can’t drive-“ you hurriedly try to stop him, keeping in mind his state.

“I don’t drive a Tesla for nothing,” he chuckles. “I’ll be there soon,” The outgoing beeping of the call followed afterwards as he ended the call. The realization hit you a moment later.

 The next day, you and Chenle arrived in school together. He stayed the night, carrying a change of clothes in his bag. For someone who was smack drunk, he sure did pack well.

From the moment you stepped out of his car, many students were around to watch. Exchanging whispers and staring, your cheeks set aflame when Chenle pulls you by the arm, your hands connecting between you and threading together naturally. It drew the attention of many onlookers and you chewed on your bottom lip, not used to the attention.

“They’re staring,” you whisper close to him.

“Let them,” He responds. Chenle tilts your head up to meet his gaze before planting a lingering kiss on your lips, confirming people’s already forming suspicions. “You’re my girl, aren’t you?”

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