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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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How would the Rottmnt turtles realized that they're gay for the male reader

The way I love you

Hey Shadow, uuuughh! I was just so happy writing this request I think it came so fluffy, this is how I want to be loved fr, I hope you like it!

Pairing: All turtles x Male! Reader (separate)

Summary: Tooth-rotting fluff on how they each realize they are falling for their male best friend.

Type: Drabble for each turtle

Warning: None

MASTERLIST

Raphael

He had to be told.

He’d been used to having you around, so it wasn’t easy for him to notice how happy he got whenever you entered the room.

He was protective, so the way he would immediately react to shield you whenever something happened was just natural.

He felt safe with you, so speaking out about things with you was logical, you always made him feel better, feel heard, and made his feelings valid.

It’s no wonder he didn’t realize at first that his relationship with you was different from his relationship with April for example, April was like his big sister, but you were something else entirely. Raph was just happy having you as his best friend, that’s what you were, two bros against the world.

Until he started noticing he’d get a little anxious when you talked fondly about other friends, maybe it was just him being protective, after all, he didn’t know these people.

But you could take care of yourself, he knew this, you had learned from training with him after all.

That was another thing he noticed, the way his heart would speed up whenever you managed to one-up him on the training floor, the wild grin on your face, so proud of what you had achieved, but he chalked his reaction to you as just overexertion.

“You like him,” Dr. Feelings told him point blank one day, Raph didn’t even notice him put on the sweater and glasses, and Raph raised a questioning brow.

“Uh, duh? He’s my best friend, my best dude, I would trust him with my shell.”

Dr. Feelings sent a small shake of his head Raph’s way “Not like that.”

He didn’t elaborate too much on it afterward, but his words stayed on Raph’s head, the eldest of the turtles overanalyzing the words because maybe he knew what they meant, it was just not clicking, it wasn’t connecting totally.

While he was thinking this you walked into the room, a grin on your face as you asked Raph if he wanted to hang out, you were excited to show him a new videogame and while you ranted about it, the cables connected to Raph’s mind.

Oh.

He hadn’t even considered he might be interested in boys before now, no wonder it took him so long to connect the dots, but seeing you right now, the situation made more sense than anything else.

Oh gosh.

Leonardo

Leo had always had…certain tendencies.

In all fairness, he knew what he liked, and had known for a while, it wasn’t a secret either, it was right there, the closet was made of glass if there even was one.

And Leo was proud of how good he was at reading people, at figuring others out, what made them tick though he’d keep that information stored in until he needed it, act like he was blind to their weak spots, to their thought process, because that way they wouldn’t expect it.

So, realizing he had a huge crush on his best friend, oh boy, it wasn’t immediate, he didn’t actually know where it started, but one day you were just belting out songs for karaoke night and you looked so handsome all excited, singing to the top of your lungs alongside him unabashedly, his own voice stuck to the back of his throat.

Leo ended up coughing out his lungs after the shock of realization hit him mid-song, and you patting his back was just making everything more difficult while he tried to wave you off and say he was fine, rushing to put the next song in so you wouldn’t see the expression on his face.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, and in retrospect, it really wasn’t, he knew what he liked, he just hadn’t noticed you filled out all his checkmarks.

You didn’t seem to realize, but after that coughing fit the rest of the songs that played through the speakers for you both to sing seemed to all be love songs in some way or the other.

Leo took the chance to study you, to try to figure you out and it was jarring that at the moment he couldn’t, he wasn’t reading you like he usually could, but that was fine, he could figure it out later, right now he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of falling in love with the person who knows him better than anyone and stays.

Donatello

It started with him noticing he didn’t mind your touch.

There were moments in which he still just didn’t want to be touched at all, but more often than not he wouldn’t mind your touch at all, it was an exception he made in his mind, like when Mikey hugged him.

Besides, there was the fact that you were always conscious of his boundaries, asking or warning him before you would even touch him, sometimes he felt like just telling you to go ahead if you wanted instead of asking, but he held back from doing so as he wondered why he would even say that if it was logically just better that you asked beforehand.

He filed that information away in his brain, but sometimes it would pop up when you’d ask to touch him and suddenly your hands were on his forehead checking for fever or taking a hold of his to drag him somewhere or around him hugging him for just a second after a dangerous mission.

Just a bro hug, just a tug on his hand, just a concerned friend, so why, why did Donnie wish those hands lingered on him? Why did he wish for it to not be so friendly?

After much investigation and being hit with a ruler by Dr. Feelings, Donnie who had only had crushes on fictional female characters finally accepted realized he had more than platonic feelings for his best friend.

It’s not like he had never considered boys romantically he just hadn’t expected to be hit with this revelation with one of his closest friends, it was honestly terrifying, because if it had been a stranger he was attracted to or someone less close to him then coming to terms with the crush would have been easier, but because it was you his mind was rushing with various situations in which your relationship could be compromised should you not feel the same.

So, he reveled in your touch for the meantime, sometimes shuddering and your hands would fly away from him while apologies fell from your lips and Donnie would reassure you, telling you he wasn’t uncomfortable, that you could keep going.

And maybe he’d actually tell you now that you didn’t have to ask before touching him, make an exception with you, that would be enough for now.

Michelangelo

As in tune with his feelings as he was Mikey didn’t realize as fast as he could have because when you were around his mind would immediately focus on you, your needs, your wants, your feelings, and suddenly everyone else including himself fell to second place.

That in itself could have been a good indicator, but once again, he was focused on you, not him.

But his thoughts felt so frequently on you it was impossible not to realize that when he was preparing a meal or trying a new recipe he would think of your likes and dislikes when it came to food and consider them while cooking, even when you weren’t going to eat there, he’d prepare the food while thinking of you so that the next time you came and he prepared it he could make sure it’d be to your taste.

Donnie complained a couple of times about alternatives Mikey used in a recipe to fit your taste, which is when the situation suddenly came to Mikey’s brain.

He thought a bit about it, but let it be for the most part until he found another indicator of his situation while painting.

He’d wanted to draw his family and thought you would be a good starting point, but while he painted suddenly what he’d drawn wasn’t enough, so he tried again, and added more colors, and details, and your eyes weren’t quite right, so he kept going and going, he just had to get this right.

In the end, the family portrait turned into a portrait of a boy, Mikey kept staring at it, the cogs turning fast in his brain while he kept thinking about how truly handsome he thought you were and boom, it suddenly made sense.

Mikey smiled, just admiring his work while he wondered if handing the painting he had obviously put so much care and love into to you would be too bold of a move.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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On Call

Media Orbit Ever After

Character Nigel

Couple Nigel X Reader

Rating SMUT AF

I sighed as I sat in my room, late into the night. My family asleep and I was deep into some rabbit holes of internet madness, I perked up a little as I saw my girlfriend Y/n pop up asking for a call, I smirked and put my headphones in already getting excited, I instantly I could hear her sweet little humming when I answered,

"You sound so beautiful" I cooed to her quietly,

"Do I? Don't I always?"

"Of course you do, what's the matter?"

"I just missed you"

"Awww... I missed you too" I smiled

"Ummmm" she whines

"You know I miss you princess" I told her and she giggled "do you really miss me or are you just ... horny becuase you’ve been away from me for two days" I whispered

"I can't help it, all alone all day, with my master so far away" she whined I bit my lip hearing her like that and I know what she wants, already feeling myself get hard for her,

"Uumm, princess. Don't make me come over there and give you a spanking" I warn her

"Ohh please master, you know I can't help myself all alone" she whines and I heard a familiar sound her bed creaking

"That doesn't mean my princess gets to touch herself while masters at home"

"Please... You can listen all the time I promise, and I'll do whatever you ask me to master"

"Anything I ask?'

"Anything"

"Change, into that little pink set I bought you, and you're dress'

"Which dress?" She asks playfully

"Your princess dress" I told her

"Yes master" she giggled humming her little tune as she changed I bit my lip hard trying hard not to picture her laid on her bed, in her little pink lace bra, panties and thigh highs, on her little white and pink dress "all dressed, can I play now master?"

"Maybe, but if you wanted to play why did you tell me you wanted to talk?" I asked her "or is it my little princess wants to play to masters voice?" I smirked as quiet as I could

"Please master, I miss you so badly, just a little play time" she whines

"okay, have you done as master asked princess?"

"Yes master"

"Good, now first before we have any playtime I want my little princess to spank herself"

"Yes master" she giggled and I heard a little slap

"No, no princess, better then that. Master wants to hear you squeal"

"Yes master," she giggled and I heard a firm hard slap, making her whine "uhhh"

"Another" I ordered

"Uughhh! Yes master" she gasped as she did it again

"Another, harder."

"Yes master" she whines "uuuughh!"

"Umm that's my princess. Now give those sexy breasts a grope and tell me if your nipples are nice and hard yet?"

"Yes master, they are"

"Then rub on them, hard. So it makes your thighs rub together" I ordered

"Yes master" she giggled "uhh... Uuhh.. uuuuhhhhh!" She moaned

"Ummmm that's my princess. Now how wets that pussy?"

"Dripping my master"

"Dripping? Ummm dirty little princess"

"Yes master" she cooes

"Tell me how it tastes"

"What?"

"Tell master how his princess tastes" I ordered

"Like sugar" she giggled

"Sugary sweet? You must really be horny" I smirked "but we're not playing with that yet princess" I smirked undoing my pants letting lose my hard on

"But master"

"But nothing. My little princess misses me? Needs her master's voice? Your gonna get it, and get it just like I was there. Get your pink toy and your heart then we can play princess" I smirked stroking my shaft listening to her moving around

"Yes master" she giggled laying back on the bed

"Good, now set the pink toy up but don't turn it on just yet"

"But master... Please it aches" she whines

"And I'll make it ache alot more if you disobey your master princess."

"Yes master" she nods "should I remove my panties?"

"No. Keep them on, but you can put the toy under"

"Yes master" she giggled I smirked imaging her slipping back those panties and resting that sexy toy under "uuhhh.... Ughhh!" She gasped

"I said off princess" I demanded trying to be quiet so i wouldn't want my family,

"I didn't mean to it pressed on the elastic"

"Liar." I growled "now turn it on three and turn over"

"Yes master" she giggled "uuughhh uuuuuhh!" She gasped as I just heard the vibration from her panties

"On your stomach. Now"

"Yes master" she gasped turning over clearly still unable to stop her moans feeling her toy work I smirked my stroking now turned to jerking off listening to her moan "uhhh master! Master!" She whines

"Ummm you bad bad girl" I growled "now take your heart and..."

"And what master?" She giggled playing with me

"And spank yourself for me"

"Yes master"

"Go on the princess. Hard. Master wants to hear you"

"Yes master" she giggled before she gasped "uhh! Uughhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhh!"

"Harder."

"Uughhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuuughhh! Ughh Master!"

"Ummm such a bad, bad girl. Such a bad little princess, you've been a very naughty girl." I growled "harder. I want to see that heart shape on your ass when I see you next,"

"Yes master" she whines moaning and squeal I every time she spanked herself

"Uuummmm... Such a bad bad girl touching her pretty self, calling up her master so she can masturbate over my voice, what a bad bad little girl, what a naughty girl, a very naughty little princess." I groaned getting close just listening to her "a very naughty little princess, that masters gonna fucking destroy next time I see you,"

"Please master, please..." She begs "I'm desperate"

"You admit it then? You need your master?"

"I need my master! Please!" She screamed

"Say it."

"I was a bad girl"

"Umm good"

"A bad bad little girl who need to be punished,"

"Ughh! More more come on" I groaned getting close

"A naughty little princess who needs her master to fuck her innocent again"

"Uuuuughhhh!!! That's my girl! That's my princess! I'll fuck that slutty pussy innocent if I have to fucking tie you down and have my way with you for the next week." I groaned "master's gonna give that ass such a spanking, your gonna have a heart brusie from your paddle for a month I promise" I growled "uhhh masters close princess, ummmm make master cum" I groaned my cock twitching and my hips bucking desperate for her

"Please master, your little princess is dripping waiting for her master to fuck her, and give her a good spanking where she's been ever so naughty"

"Uuuuhhhhh!!! Princess!' I moaned as I came all over my stomach gasping for breath while she whined in my ear "ummmm is my princess touching to hearing her master get off?"

"No" she lied

"Ummm bad bad girl.” I growled, “I can’t take it, I’m sneaking out my hovel and I’ll come over to yours,”

“You will Nigel!”

“I will y/n” I smirked, “Turn it up to five and leave it there, I'll be there in an hour. I want you on your stomach, with your bare ass in the air, dripping pussy, in a puddle of your own squirt, with your heart waiting for me. And if I see you've turned it down? Or you haven't cum? Or you've disobeyed your master?" I ordered "else I'll treat my naughty little princess like the dirty whore she is"

"Yes master."

I hung up and immediately cleaned myself up grabbing my stuff and bolting out my room,

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #nigel imagine #nigel orbit ever after #orbit ever after short film #orbiteverafter

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loveofbots · 1 year

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Do you think you could write a she/her deception Cybertronian reader being found by the scavengers? Kinda the same way they found fulcrum?

(PLATONIC, no romance. The only thing I ask is to make them funny plz 🙏🙏😁)

I"M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DID RESEARCH TO MAKE THIS PERFECT

So sorry chef ;v; hope u enjoy

Warnings: Goofs

"Uuuughh..."

Your head felt like it was going to explode. You must have sustained some sort of injury during that scrap you had with a particularly large turbo fox- that ended with you stumbling and taking just the cheeriest of jaunts down a cliff.

"Hey! She made the same sound Fulcrum did when he-" "Shut UP. Stupidster. Damn it, Misfire, why can't you actually just find a dead one for once?"

Unfamiliar voices caught you off guard and you online your optics as quickly as possible, seeing a collection of Deception faces in front of you. Each one was so unique, especially considering your mug was now part of the collective.

"Where...? Who? WHAT!?"

"Oh great they can only speak in questions." The 'leader' of the group (Well you assumed so, he stood like a leader at least) rolled his optics and crossed his arms. That was probably the least of your concerns however. You noticed that parts of your insides were outside of you and in the hands of a smiling bot. You lurched away.

"WHY ARE MY TANKS OUT?" Misfire flinched from your scream, but a mech with a very nice chin came over to kneel beside you.

"Hey, woah." His servos smoothed your plating as well as your worries. "Sorry about my friends, we all thought you were dead." The bot pointed upwards, you had fallen a loooooong way.

"It's impressive you're even in one piece." The voice of a femme snapped you out of your shock. A medic on one wheel rolled up to you and snagged your tanks from the mech who had been holding it, and she began putting you back together. "Don't worry hun, we aren't trying to hurt ya. Just needed some fuel for our ship."

"Thanks?" At least she was patching you up.

Finally able to stand up and survey the group you saw them all staring expectantly at you.

"So like... We're the Scavengers." The second largest mech broke the awkward silence. The way he said it made your tension snap like a cord. Vents sputtered before you let out a full hearted laugh, coolest leaking from happiness and relief.

"I'm- heheh... I'm Y/N."

"Oh so they can speak without asking questions!" You shot a warning glance at the leader, feeling a bump at your side. A large Dino bot had nudged you and dropped your blaster from his mouth. Gently you placed a servo on his cheek and pet him, getting a very positive response.

"Sorry, again." The handsome mech replied. "That's Krok, he's a bit cranky at the moment. But if you really want cranky? That's Crankcase." He pointed to a blue mech with half his helm gone. A servo flew to yours to make sure that headache from earlier wasn't an indication that whatever happened to him didn't happen to you, thankfully, you're still in one piece.

"I'm Fulcrum, the better looking one of the group."

"Hey! I can get plenty of valve you cowardly piece of-" The purple mech that was holding your tanks earlier was silenced by the medic bot.

"Language, Misfire." She had thrown a bolt at him.

"And that's Misfire, and our doctor Nickel."

"Glad you're still with us kid!" Nickel beamed up at you.

Fulcrum then pointed to the two largest mechs in the group. "That dinobot is our friend Gridlock, yes, The- capitol T- Grimlock." The shock on your face must've been apparent as he explained a little further. "He doesn't remember much. Just don't walk up from behind him."

On closer investigation, that's probably what that bite mark on his shoulder was from.

"And the one that's spacing out right now? That's Spinister. Dumbest bot you will EVER have the displeasure of meeting."

Spinister was watching a piece of dust fly by when Krok elbowed him. The mech snapped to attention and waved at you politely.

Everything began to piece itself together. Where you were and how you got there. The bots packed up and were about to move on when you spoke.

"You said you were looking for fuel? I know where you can find some." Pointing back up the cliff you continued. "A damn turbofox took my energon, when I went after it I slipped and ended up here."

"So if we find the turbofox..." Crankcase began.

You helped him finish. "We can get off this planet." The others nodded in agreement. You saw Krok call the others in for a huddle. Some hushed whispers and grunts were all you heard of the conversation before they broke away and Misfire approached you.

"Alright Y/N, you show us where to get the energon, you can join the Scavengers." He tried to appear smart and charming, but the exasperated sigh from Krok and his slouched posture really made the mech seem like an idiot.

"Misfire that is not what I said." You were about to butt in with your own suggestion when you were cut off by a few tons of dinobot tumbling into you. A large tongue laved over your face.

"Oh come on Krok! Grim's already attached to her!" Misfire defended Gridlock, whose tail was wagging like a puppy. Krok looked to Fulcrum and Crankcase for backup, but the two just shrugged. Looked like everyone enjoyed your presence.

Krok pinched the bridge of his nose. "FINE. Lead the way Y/N."

#mtmte #idw #tranformers #the scavengers #misfire #krok #crankcase #spinister #fulcrim #grimlock #nickle #request #full length fic #sfw #maccadam

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queasyghosts · 1 year

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shaman king ch 21

lets goooo! im back and so excited to ramble and share some cool scenes!! >:3c

cool scene : )

i like the perspective of this

i really dig seeing whenever the spirits hang around the humans, like its so cool and also i really like these two together, theyre a very cool duo and makes me respect ryu more with his teamwork with Tokageroh

cool scene cool scene >:) man

oh god HERE IT COMES ;O;)/ shit this backstory was what i was waiting for after watching the anime anaslkdfjalsdkfj oh gooooosh

i feel like even without knowing what will happen, i feel like it’s heavily hinted what ami would chose considering his personality and his big puppy heart and sense of justice.

oh my gosh he’s so cute as a human bb ;o;)/ he looks a bit like his spirit form in ball

this whole scene melts my heart!! oh my gosh!!! the power of friendship and love and just the emotional trauma and kindness they go through together ;o;)/

aaaa uuuughh ;o;)/ oh my god alkdjflasdjf

this is a stunning scene but also this was a perfect way to end this scene and set the important mood of this action. idk im rambling its been a while

another cool scene. im honestly feasting well while reading this, i love seeing them work together so much uughhh yoh looks so badass

i like how clearly and plain yoh has said this about tokageroh. i feel ike tokageroh are those characters that need things to be said clearly even if he’s still lost to what yoh is referring to. Tokageroh is also a very interesting counter to ami to confront him since tokageroh is just bad bad bad and his origions were as bloody and malicious as ami was (as bloody too) but just and good intentions.

cool scene cool scene.

;o;)/ oh god aaaaa

i honestly MISSED reading shaman king and so so glad to have the energy to get back into it >:) i hope you guys had a good new year celebration!

#shaman king #matty reads shaman king

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biolizardboils · 2 years

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its been 10 days since the movieversary but my CU hyperfixation's still going so heres another one of those Scattered Thoughts posts (minor movie spoilers!)

So i updated the playlist at treehouseblogsinc this week! Idek if Wikplayer still works for most people, but this streak’s five years long and i aint quittin yet! (Usually i just replace song links when they break, but this time i removed a song too cus the guy it references has been Bitch lately)

Speaking of, i did my semi-annual reread of the whole blog too and... man :’’’) Its still mind-blowing how many people played along (and got pissed at Melvin when he took over lmaooo). All the silly, sweet, and angry asks i got there still warm my heart to this day

You know what else i still do to this day? Draw things Pilkey-style! Sometimes i try to follow a rigid anatomy when i draw and feel stuck when it doesnt look right. When that happens, i step back and make a quick Pilk-ish sketch as a reminder to keep things loose. Works every time :)

Something i still love about the movie and the months leading up to it is how much of it felt like a grand... I dont wanna say joke, cus that kinda implies they didnt care when its obvious they truly did. Lets go with prank — it all felt like a grand prank! Like the decisions they made worked in the end, but were also super funny to read and hear about. Like oh my god, they rented Abbey Road Studios to record a choir playing kazoos and singing the word “underpants!” They got the biggest up-and-coming horror director to voice white-ass Melvin Sneedly. (Tho i guess now it can be argued that he’s white-passing in movie!verse, so thats cool)

My fave example of this is how they got Lil Yachty for the album. On one hand, whatever chunk of the limited budget they spent to get him probably could’ve been put to better use, like actually animating the Turbo Toilet fight or something? (While moving the Flip-O-Rama to another scene of course.) On the other hand, its hilarious that they got him to rap the word “cool” 15 times to a cover of Oh Yeah, and then didnt even put it in the movie. Its like George and Harold themselves wrote the stupidest lyrics possible just to see if he’d agree to them, and he did?? Thats comedy gold???

Why didnt i bookmark all the production stuff posted to Instagram. There was so much cool stuff i wanna see again but the search function there is still garbage and uuuughh

So i dont remember if it was production art or fanart but theres this one Instagram post i saw once thats lived in my head ever since. it looked like the cover of Action Comics #1, but with Captain carrying a school bus. If by some miracle somebody has it saved, please send it to me ill be forever in your debt

Im still scared of getting what’s coming to me when the Dog Man movie drops, but now im also wondering if theyll still have George and Harold as a framing device. Ngl i havent caught up with the new books in a hot minute, but ive heard that the boys have stopped appearing in them? if that’s true, that’s Dav’s choice and i have to respect that. ....but also i really wanna see them in CG again. pretty please dreamworks, i miss my sons so much

It mustve been a while since i last watched the movie, cus when i did on the 2nd, the Origin Issue sequence like... broke me all over again. i wrote about why its so great once for a thing that never got made actually, lemme dig that up and paste it in here

The score begins with chiptune and kazoos, two common motifs for childhood whimsy, and already a great fit for this sequence’s simple, handdrawn look.

But it doesn’t stop there! It goes from what sounds like just two or three people playing kazoos… to a whole chorus of them… which gives way to a full-fledged orchestra. It’s as dramatic a transition as… oh, say, a one-man children’s book to an animated movie by one of the top studios in the industry.

And in turn, as the comic continues, we’re brought closer and closer to the panels until the white gutter between them vanishes, and they engulf the screen. The medium through which this story’s being told has faded from awareness; all that exists now is the story itself.

But just as suddenly, we’re brought back to our true surroundings. The orchestral music ends, the chiptune returns for one last gentle sting, and we remember this epic tale’s humble origins: a comic book, written and drawn by two 4th graders. *sniff*

Another Score thing i love: you know how Captain is one big Superman parody? I think Shapiro mightve had that in mind when he composed his theme tune, because it starts with a triumphant first three notes (the “Underpaaaaants” part) — just like some of Superman’s! I dont know the right musical terms but cmon, theres a pattern there! And its so touching that they found Captain worthy of a song of that caliber!! Like yes, he IS a true superhero!! heres the epic theme song to prove it!!

Oh wow okay. So to dig up that Writing Thing, i had to open some folders i havent touched in years. And there were outlines for 10 different fanfics in there. I remember not really meaning to finish them ever, just writing them down cus the ideas wouldnt leave me alone. Hell i still dont have time to finish them now

But. Man now i feel bad for never doing anything with them. I have half a mind to post the outlines at least?? Cus someone out there might get a kick out of them?? You know what, if this hyperfixation doesnt peter out in another few days ill probably do it

Speaking of things i havent looked at in years, i listened to this song while typing all this and im tearing up now send post

#captain underpants the first epic movie #captain underpants: the first epic movie #captain underpants movie #dav pilkey #cu fandom #me talking #long #capitalizing sentences for once cus wow even i cant read half of this and i wrote it #cu movie #captain underpants #cu

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foxcomment · 1 year

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Why is that a thing?

Speedruns... Uuuughh... these word causing so much annoyance.

Spending lots of time in a game to play as fast as you can? Wa? Peoples still trying to speedrun random games and other things like... idk... Orginal Mario games, what's the point? Why Is there 50+ slots for *winners* if No one scrolls down these list and only looks at first places. And there's still some weirdos who submitting scores that going on 70 place. The other examples are making a speedrun of cooking "X", making someone nowode in "X" game, getting banned in "X" etc etc etc.

I love when Games are detecting that player is speedrunning, and make them move slower/making obstacles or just disabling the save system to get rid of "save/load" abuse. All in One Try or Get Out.

Been watching lots of videos about cheaters in speedruns, and Oh God you won't believe, I support Cheaters! I love them with all my heart! (not talking about absolute dummies that cannot even make a legit video) but programmers! As an example Dream (those person with weird gremlin's face), but there's an Another problem, that yt is Absolutelly flooded with MC speedruns Because of him. Speedrunners' community is small, I know, but they're still so annying.

...I also support Piracy... ...on consoles.

As a fact I wrote all this with poker face. as calm as... you can imagine while speedrunning the toilet~

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noisy-v · 2 years

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Oh? Did you really think I'd post about Thomas again and I WOULDN'T draw him shirtless ? You fools..

Tommy, signing to his S/O: The mask stays ON during se©️s in the slaughterhouse.

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #texas chainsaw the beginning #leatherface #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #slasher fandom #slasher movies #slasher fanart #uuuughh my heart #my husband #spicy #my art

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8bitlora · 6 years

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i wanna drawwwww but my hand isn’t collaborating :(

#coloring adopts helped a bit because at least it's something #but my heart wants to draw ilia/blake and victuuri uuuughh #it's that time of the year again and i'm rewatching yoi and i'm crying every single episode because they are such a healthy good couple #the next one is the ring one and i'm not prepared to watch it again aaahhhh #when are we getting news on that next season?#don't mind me

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doctorofmagic · 3 years

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Captain Marvel #28 review

In which feelings are wrecked if you’re a Doctor Strange fan.

Carol is having nightmares about her dystopic future where everyone dies and, according to her, it’s her fault.

So she decides to talk to Jess about her plan on how magic may prevent that future. Jess, in return, takes her to... yeah, Stephen.

A funny moment here - and a throwback to Jessica Jones. Stephen is definitely NOT a morning person and I love it!

Once more the sneks are being their usual filthy selves. Always glad to see them. Jess and Carol talk about this possible future and Rhodes’ daughter, the real reason why they break up. And Stephen is right there. Inconveniently enough, Jess has an emergy call and leaves Carol and Stephen alone. And boi, is it awkward.

Then, Carol asks Stephen to teach her magic, as he reacts:

I love his smile so much uuuuuuuughhhh.

Stephen realizes that Carol means it and refuses at first. But changes his mind the moment she tells him the future is in jeopardy.

He’s a little bit patronizing because this is how Kelly Thompson perceives him. That’s okay, I guess. He’s not mean or bad, he’s just worried because he knows how magic works: the cost, the time you spend to learn it, the devotion. It’s not an easy thing to do.

Next, Carol changes her outfit to match her new magic self. Here’s a meme (and I bet the guy is looking at both Stephen and Carol haha, no, you can’t change my mind.)

Here’s an interesting thing: Stephen takes Carol to the NEW Bar With No Doors. They talk about how Loki destroyed the last one, another throwback to Doctor Strange v4/v1 (Cates’ run). No Loki allowed!!!

And oh, this new bar looks amazing! Also big shout out to the nonb inclusive restroom. I appreciate it on a spiritual level, thanks.

Now, let’s get started with the suffering. See how Carol and Stephen are just having a good time again????? See Stephen’s smile? SEE THAT? Hold that thought.

Stephen then tells Carol that she has to clean her mind so she can learn magic properly. To do so, she needs to enter the “cat-room” (yeah, it’s called Schrodinger) and find the answer she’s looking for. Spoiler alert: it’s not good for Carol.

Look at my vulnerable boi uuuughh. “I’m helping you the best way I know how. This room has helped me see before... When my mind was clouded by fear and guilt. Shame. I thought it might help you too. ...I’m trying.”

HE’S TRYING, CAROL. He’s also hurting. He never overcame his insecurities. Oh. My. Vishanti. It hurts so much. And then he, he, he...

I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.

No, wait. I’ll try. I have to because there’s a ton of things that I need to say.

First of all, they were both aware that they affair meant nothing. And that’s fine. They were okay with it. They were both vulnerable and lonely. It happens. But Carol thought it was a mistake. A big mistake. Remember when Jess and Carol knocked on his door? She was avoiding Stephen. She didn’t even want to see him.

But then they bond again because of magic. And Stephen opens himself to her. He shows her his vulnerable side, his fears and insecurities. His GUILT. REMEMBER HOW MUCH I TALK ABOUT HIS GUILT? IT’S A THING™

And he goes for a kiss because, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, STEPHEN IS ALREADY IN LOVE WITH CAROL.

No, it’s not out of the blue. He be like that. He’s damaged, broken, vulnerable. It’s not hard for him to fall in love with someone who is kind to him in return. Even the simplest affecionate word. Because Stephen, he has this BIG HEART FULL OF LOVE ready to drown people in it. But he’s also afraid of hurting them. And that’s why he’d rather be alone and push people away. He struggles with anxiety and fear and guilt. He doesn’t find himself worthy at all.

But he’s also like: “I didn’t mean to fall in love, I’m sorry”. Wait, it gets worse.

So they were fine with their colorful friendship with benefits. Or their one-night stand, whatever. “This meant nothing. We’re not supposed to develop feelings for each other”. Okay, he can do that. Only he CAN’T. Because these things, you don’t get to control these things. They simply happen. And now Stephen just realized that he has feelings for her but it’s one-sided. He knew. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have feelings for Carol. But he did all the same because we’re talking about Stephen.

And now?????? HE’S GOING TO SUFFER, JUST. LIKE. WE. FEARED.

Because Carol certainly haven’t forgotten Rhodes. She spent weeks mourning him. They have a history. What history does Carol share with Stephen? Avengers? Civil War? New Avengers? Pfff. This is nothing. She doesn’t really want to be with him. And it’s fine, it’s fine. BUT IT’S NOT FINE BECAUSE HE’S IN PAIN AND IT’S EXCRUCIATING.

How does one erase feelings they’re not supposed to have? He never asked for that.

Stephen had one (1) day of happiness and it’s already ruined. Marvel doesn’t want him to be happy and it breaks my heart and soul. I just want him to be happy uuughhh I’m no doing great right now.

The rest of the chapter is: Carol goes for more mystic allies, including daughter Illyana. But Stephen warned them all, pretty much what he did when Logan wanted to go back to the past. So Carol looks for Enchantress and that’s it. End of the chapter. I’m broken and hurt.

My only comfort is Jacopo Camagni’s art. He’s my new favorite artist with my new favorite Stephen. No one has ever drawn Stephen like him. I’m in love. I’m in pain. I want him to be held and protected.

I’m done.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #captain marvel #carol danvers #jessica drew #spider-woman #jacopo camagni #review #analysis #wednesday tomes #marvel comics

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mr-smith-wesson · 3 years

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sam and dean (gen) fic recs !!!

Back with more recs <3 if you read any let me know! And as always credit to the amazing authors you are truly doing the lords work!! For the next rec I’m going to try other sites besides ao3 bc that’s my usual <3

https://roque-clasique.livejournal.com/140753.html - Sam and Dean are in pain for different reasons. ( Dean drinks too much and Sam misses him :( so of course I’m obsessed. WARNING: alcoholism)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/658891/chapters/1201351 - Sam thinks he has screwed up one time too many and he makes a choice. (This one relates to ep 8x6... This HURT. (WARNING: suicide attempt)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29002701 - Dean doesn’t want to teach sam to drive. (UUUUGHH MY HEART. JUST GO READ IT. IT FEELS VERY MUCH LIKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD HAPPEN IN CANON)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26053147/chapters/63360448 - Sam and dean like sharing a bed. (NEED I SAY MORE?? I have read so many platonic bed sharing fics <3 a favorite.)

#spn fic rec #fic rec #gen fic recs #i love doing recs even if nobody asked id do them lmao <3

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kodzumie-archived · 3 years

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Kirigiricandy is a smutty mastermind but can we talk about big sis Alexis?! She's the queen of fluff! Both of them are absolutely impeccable and their thoughts and headcanons are just marvelous

Kirigiricandy is a GODDESS at smut, like I am seriously in awe at the pure masterpieces they send—AAAH THEY’RE AMAZING!! THEY MAKE ME LOVE CHARACTERS I DIDN’T CARE FOR PREVIOUSLY AND THAT’S TRUE POWER RIGHT THERE!!! (they made me a whore for Rantaro and I adore them for that)

bUT BIG SIS ALEXIS. I WILL ALWAYS, AND I MEAN ALWAYS, BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THEIR IDEAS AND WRITING CAUSE AJDHEJEN

THEIR FLUFF IS EXQUISITE!!! IT MELTS MY HEART EVERY TIME JUST BY THE IDEA ITSELF BUT YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME FALL IN LOVE WITH IT EVEN MORE?? THE WAY THEY ARTICULATE THEIR IDEAS AND WRITE IT OUT WITH SUCH SKILL AJDHEJE—

THEY SERIOUSLY HAVE SUCH INCREDIBLE WRITING I GENUINELY STRIVE TO BE LIKE THEM CAUSE WAAAH!! IT’S SO GOOD!! THEY ARE SO, SO FLUENT WITH THE FLOW OF THEIR IDEAS AND IT CONVEYS SUCH ELEGANCE IN EACH WORD I AM IN AWE EACH AND EVERY TIME

If they ever decide to post any writings, I would go support each and every work in a heartbeat cause they are phenomenal.

HONESTLY SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE SENT IN IDEAS THAT MAKE ME JUST—

“Take my blog. TAKE IT!!” THEY ARE ALL SO INCREDIBLE AND JUST SO TALENTED AND IMMACULATE LIKE UUUUGHH I LOVE EVERYONE SO MUCH

🤠 anon, Kirigiricandy, and 👀 anon are the LEADERS of smut. LIKE THEY REIGN OVER SMUT AS THE UNHOLY TRINITY SJDHEK AAAAHH I LOVE THEM SM WAAAH

🤠 ANON CAME OVER HERE AND LITERALLY BROUGHT OUT THE INNER PREY IN ME WITH THEIR PREDATOR NAGITO!! LIKE AAAAHH IT WAS SO HOT, I NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE INTO FEAR PLAY BUT IFHEHDIDJ YES YES YES!!!

👀 ANON OMFG I NEED TO LET THIS OUT BUT THEIR SCENARIOS ARE THE REASON I BREATHE CAUSE WAAAAH!!! EACH OF THEM HIT THE MARK THEY’RE SO GOOD!! I KID YOU NOT I LEAP IN JOY EVERY TIME I NOTICE AN ASK FROM THEM SIEGEID THEY’RE SO TALENTED AND THEIR MIND IS TRULY IMMACULATE

AND @/KOMAEDABRAINROT TOO CAUSE THEIR PREDATOR NAGITO IS SO SO WAAAH IT’S LITERALLY SO IN SYNC WITH HIS CHARACTER AND DESCRIBED WITH SUCH DETAIL I LITERALLY LOVE THEIR MIND AND BRAINROTS SO MUCH!!!

AND AND MASTERMIND NAGITO ANON WITH THE PODIUM SMUT IDEA WAAAAHHH I LOST MY MIND WITH THAT ASK IT WAS SO HOT AHDHEJ!!!

And @/Oop-Komaeda’s adorable domesticity idea; doing facemasks with Nagito!! 🥺 AND THEY JUST SENT IN A SEXC IDEA AAAAA I LOVE THEIR MIND!!!

AND 🍞 ANON WITH DRAGON ANON MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH KOKICHI MORE AND MORE!!! THEIR SHARED POWER OF KOKICHI FLUFF MAKES ME SOB IT’S SO PRECIOUS!!!

🍩 ANON AND THEIR ADORABLE IDEAS ARE JUST- AAAAHH!! AND I’M PRETTY SURE THEY WERE THE ONE THAT STARTED THE SHIFTING DISCUSSION ON THIS BLOG WHICH I LOVE THEM FOR!! AND AAAHH I REALLY WOULD LOVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY SHIFTED CAUSE AAAH DID THEY GET MARRIED WITH NAGITO?!

🍧 PIGGY BACK RIDING WITH NAGITO WAS A CONCEPT I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED UNTIL YOU BROUGHT IT UP AND YOUR MIND IS LITERALLY *CHEFS KISS* THAT SCENARIO IS SO ADORABLE AND MY HEART BECAME A PUDDLE FROM HOW CUTE IT WAS!!

🛼 ANON, SELFISH NAGITO GIVES ME LIFE!! GAAAH I LOVE THE IDEA OF HIM JUST SNAPPING AND TAKING WHAT HE WANTS, AND WHEN YOU SENT YOUR ASK IN OF THAT IDEA I SWEAR I WAS LIGHTHEADED BY HOW HOT IT WAS CAUSE AAAAAH!! IT WAS SO GOOD!!

🍨 ANON!! REMEMBER WHEN YOU SENT IN SHUICHI WITH AN S/O THAT CARRIES A STUFFED TOY WITH THEM?? I NEVER STOPPED THINKING ABOUT THAT!! IT LITERALLY IS THE CUTEST HEADCANON AND I FEEL SO HAPPY TO HAVE BEEN ABLE TO WITNESS SUCH AN ADORABLE IMAGERY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

THOSE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD BUT THEY ARE ALL SO BIG-BRAINED AND I LOVE EVERYTHING THEY’VE EVER SAID CAUSE WAAAHH THEY’RE SO INCREDIBLE!!

#kodzu.asks!#kodzu’s.loves!#AAAH I LOVE EVERYONE SM THEY’RE ALL AMAZING #THIS GOES FOR ANYONE WHO’S EVER SENT ANYTHING IN #LIKE AAAAHH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUR AMAZING IDEAS

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Naughty Little Princess

MOVIE STAR WARS THE FORCE AWAKENS COUPLE THANISSON X READER RATING SMUT!!!!

I sat at my desk going about my usual work for the day press this button, move this thing, press that button, sip my coffee, all the usual boring things of my job, listening to music thought my headset instead of the channels I was meant to, not like it's ever anything interesting anyway. My mind went back to y/n as it often does all alone in our quarters, I wonder what she's up to, I wonder if she's baked me more cookies!

Just then my phone went off in my pocket so I got it and checked it under the table

'y/n <3 🌌'

- hi thanisson darlin x I need a word can you change into channel 682?

I smiled widely putting my phone away and changing to the chanel she wanted me on and instantly I could hear her sweet little humming

"You sound so beautiful" I cooed to her quietly not wanting anyone to know who I was talking to

"Do I? Don't I always?"

"Of course you do, what's the matter? What did you need a word about?"

"It was a lie. I just missed you"

"Awww... I missed you too" I smiled

"Ummmm" she whines

"You know I miss you princess" I told her and she giggled "you didn't miss me, your just ... horny" I whispered

"I can't help it, all alone all day, with my master so far away" she whined

"Uumm, princess. Don't make me come back there and give you a spanking" I warn her

"Ohh please master, you know I can't help myself all alone" she whines and I heard a familiar sound our bed creaking

"That doesn't mean my princess gets to touch herself while masters at work"

"Please... You can listen all the time I promise, and I'll do whatever you ask me to master"

"Anything I ask?'

"Anything"

"Change, into that little pink set I bought you, and you're dress'

"Which dress?" She asks playfully

"Your princess dress" I told her

"Yes master" she giggled humming her little tune as she changed, I focused on my work trying hard not to picture her laid on our bed, in her little pink lace bra, panties and thigh highs, on her little white and pink dress "all dressed, can I play now master?"

"Maybe, but if you wanted to play why did you tell me you wanted to talk?" I asked her "or is it my little princess wants to play to masters voice?" I smirked as quiet as I could

"Please master, I miss you so badly, just a little play time" she whines

"Okay, give me a sec" I smirked finishing my work off and taking my break but keeping my headset on going down the halls a little until I found a little storage room we barely use "okay, have you done as master asked princess?"

"Yes master"

"Good, now first before we have any playtime I want my little princess to spank herself"

"Yes master" she giggled and I heard a little slap

"No, no princess, better then that. Master wants to hear you squeal"

"Yes master," she giggled and I heard a firm hard slap, making her whine "uhhh"

"Another" I ordered

"Uughhh! Yes master" she gasped as she did it again

"Another, harder."

"Yes master" she whines "uuuughh!"

"Umm that's my princess. Now give those sexy breasts a grope and tell me if your nipples are nice and hard yet?"

"Yes master, they are"

"Then rub on them, hard. So it makes your thighs rub together" I ordered

"Yes master" she giggled "uhh... Uuhh.. uuuuhhhhh!" She moaned

"Ummmm that's my princess. Now how wets that pussy?"

"Dripping my master"

"Dripping? Ummm dirty little princess"

"Yes master" she cooes

"Tell me how it tastes"

"What?"

"Tell master how his princess tastes" I ordered

"Like sugar" she giggled

"Sugary sweet? You must really be horny" I smirked "but we're not playing with that yet princess" I smirked undoing my pants letting lose my hard on

"But master"

"Yes master" she giggled laying back on the bed

"Good, now set the pink toy up but don't turn it on just yet"

"But master... Please it aches" she whines

"And I'll make it ache alot more if you disobey your master princess."

"Yes master" she nods "should I remove my panties?"

"No. Keep them on, but you can put the toy under"

"Yes master" she giggled I smirked imaging her slipping back those panties and resting that sexy toy under them the little wire moving down and the control box snugly stuffed in the top of her thigh highs "uuhhh.... Ughhh!" She gasped

"I said off princess"

"I didn't mean to it pressed on the elastic"

"Liar." I growled "now turn it on three and turn over"

"Yes master" she giggled "uuughhh uuuuuhh!" She gasped as I just heard the vibration from her panties

"On your stomach. Now"

"Ummm you bad bad girl" I growled "now take your heart and..."

"And what master?" She giggled playing with me

"And spank yourself for me"

"Yes master"

"Go on the princess. Hard. Master wants to hear you"

"Yes master" she giggled before she gasped "uhh! Uughhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhh!"

"Harder."

"Uughhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuuughhh! Ughh Master!"

"Ummm such a bad, bad girl. Such a bad little princess, you've been a very naughty girl." I growled "harder. I want to see that heart shape on your ass when I get home"

"Yes master" she whines moaning and squeal I every time she spanked herself

"Uuummmm... Such a bad bad girl touching her pretty self, calling up her master so she can masturbate over my voice, what a bad bad little girl, what a naughty girl, a very naughty little princess." I groaned getting close listening to her "a very naughty little princess, that masters gonna fucking destroy when he gets home"

"Please master, please..." She begs "I'm desperate"

"You admit it then? You need your master?"

"I need my master! Please!" She screamed

"Say it."

"I was a bad girl"

"Umm good"

"A bad bad little girl who need to be punished,"

"Ughh! More more come on" I groaned getting close

"A naughty little princess who needs her master to fuck her innocent again"

"Please master, your little princess is dripping waiting for her master to fuck her, and give her a good spanking where she's been ever so naughty"

"Uuuuhhhhh!!! Princess!' I moaned as I came all over the wall gasping for breath while she whined in my ear "ummmm is my princess touching to hearing her master get off?"

"No" she lied

"Ummm bad bad girl. Turn it up to five and leave it there, I'll be there in an hour. I want you on your stomach, with your bare ass in the air, dripping pussy, in a puddle of your own squirt, with your heart waiting for me. And if I see you've turned it down? Or you haven't cum? Or you've disobeyed your master?" I ordered "else I'll treat my naughty little princess like the dirty whore she is"

"Yes master."

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lilundertale03 · 3 years

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For Forever (Mystery Skulls Fanfic)

For Forever Warning: Attempted suicide is mentioned. If it’s too triggering please please don’t read. It’s too cringe anyway. Arthur sat alone in his room, clutching a photograph of Vivi, Lewis, Mystery and himself. It was taken before the accident… before the guilt of killing Lewis started to weigh down on him, making him depressed. Arthur let out a sigh, getting up from his bed. He needed to go for a walk. Leaving his apartment, he made his way toward an old park. The place he’d first met Lewis. 10 year old Arthur swung gently on the swing, watching the children run back and forth on the playground. Nobody paid him any attention. Who’d want to be friends with the weird kid anyway? “Hey! What are you doing on my swing?” Arthur stumbled out of his seat, muttering an apology to the local bully. “I-i’m sorry! H-here, you can t-take it!” He tried to walk away, but the bully grabbed him by his t-shirt. “Nuh uh! You’re not getting away that easily!” He growled, attempting to throw a punch at the terrified boy. Arthur closed his eyes, expecting a beating. That is, until he felt himself drop, the bully letting go of him as he let out a grunt of surprise. “Hey! Stop that idiot!” Arthur opened his eyes to see a young 12 year old boy with magenta hair holding a rock. “I’ll stop when you stop picking on him.” He replied, pointing to the crying blond-haired boy at the bully’s feet. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” The bully mocked, to which the magenta haired boy threw the stone, hitting the bully square in the face. The bully screamed, running away as his nose started to bleed. With a satisfied huff, the boy walked over to Arthur, helping him to his feet. “Are you ok?” He asked. Arthur nodded. “Th-thanks.” He replied. “I’m Lewis, what’s your name?” “A-Arthur.” “Nice to meet you Arthur. Wanna be friends?” “S-sure!”

Arthur shook his head, and kept walking. They’d been friends since that day, almost inseparable. Why did he have to get jealous over a stupid relationship? Reaching a field, Arthur looked over to a large tree on the hill. He and Lewis always spent their time hanging out. It was their place, their secret hide away. He still remembered how the two would always have competitions of who could climb the highest. That was how he’d broken his arm in high school. As he stood on the side walk, a thought came into his mind. His frowned deepened, as he climbed the small fence, and started walking toward the tall tree. That was when he suddenly saw it. A phantom of a familiar friend. “L-lewis?” Arthur whispered quietly, unsure that what he was seeing was real. The phantom, Lewis, waved to him, motioning him toward the large tree in the field. Arthur ran, laughing as he reached the tree Lewis was now climbing. One foot after another, one branch then to another, Arthur followed him, climbing higher and higher. Reaching the same branch his best friend, Arthur felt the sun shine on his face. Lewis held out his hand, inviting the boy to sit down with him. Leaning over, Arthur heard a crack, the branch he was standing on giving way. He reached toward his best friend, screaming as he fell. But Lewis was no where in sight, leaving Arthur to fall. Arthur hit the ground hard. He’d jumped from the tree. He couldn’t take it. The look Lewis gave him the day he died, full of betrayal and fear…he just couldn’t. The guilt overwhelmed him. Nothing was going to be the same again, was it?

“Arthur! C’mon buddy, you need to wake up! You can’t leave us!” A hand gently shook his shoulder. Arthur groaned, opening his eyes slowly. His right arm was numb, and he winced in pain as he tried to move it. As his vision slowly returned, the blond-haired boy could see a familiar, ghostly skull with magenta hair towering over him, worry written on his features. “My god Arthur, you gave me a heart attack! The ambulance is coming, just stay with me a little longer.” Lewis said, putting a hand over Arthur’s forehead. Arthur smiled slightly. He really did come back… “Arthur…what were you thinking?” Lewis asked gently. They were inside a hospital, Arthur sitting on his bed with a cast on his right arm, as Lewis sat in the guest chair. Arthur didn’t say anything. Tears started to flow down his cheeks as he remembered all he’d done to the ghost sitting in front of him. “I-i…I c-can’t…” he said between his sobs. He closed his eyes. “I-I hurt you, L-lewis. Y-you’re dead b-because of me. Th-those memories from the c-cave… they n-never left…the guilt was too overwhelming…I-i’m so sorry Lewis.” He turned away from the skeleton, not wanting Lewis to see him like this. He heard shuffling, before he felt strong arms wrap around him in a tight hug. Arthur looked up at his best friend. “Arthur, everything’s ok now. I’m still here with you guys, aren’t I?” Lewis said gently, rubbing Arthur’s back in an attempt to calm him down. Arthur hugged back, the tears still flowing as he tried to calm himself down. A few minutes went by, and Arthur pulled back, rubbing his eyes as he chuckled. “L-look at me. Being a pathetic child.” He said, looking at Lewis. “Th-thanks man. I g-guess I needed that…” Lewis seemed to smile. “Of course. I’m always here for you if you need to talk. Just promise me you won’t do it again, ok?” Arthur nodded. He knew now that Lewis didn’t hate him. He wasn’t a burden, a failure. He could always count on his best friend if he ever needed help. I just hope that you have someone too. There will always be someone who’ll want to listen to you. You’re not a burden to anyone, and the world would never be the same without you. You’re not a failure, you never were. Remember that. A/N: Yes I was listening to For Forever as I was writing this haha. Sorry if it is a bit depressing. You can take this as a ship or as a close friendship. You don’t always need romance for comfort and angst do you? sorry if it makes no sense uuuughh... A lil announcement too: i finally did a cringe Mystery Skulls Animated Reader Included Book. If you wanna read it I could post it on here since there’s only four chapters.

#mystery skulls animated #lewis #arthur #fanfiction #for forever #i might need to make a mystery skulls blog lol

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specialmindz · 4 years

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“PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS WHERE ARE YOU?”

BUBBH!

“PAPYRUS!”

Sans poked the baby bones currently playing the bathtub. “hey uh, bro? i think dad wants you…”

“PAH-PYRUS!”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“WHAT YOU WANT STINK DADDY? I’S MAKING MOOSIC OVER HERE!”

The infant continued splashing in the tub, the bubbles floating gently through the air with each slap the water received. “UNDER DA’ SEA! UNDER DA’ SEEEA! DOWN HERE IT WETTER, DOWN HERE IT BETTER, TAKE IT FROM BAY-A-BEEEEE!”

CAP CAP CAP!

CA-THINK, WHAM!

“ugh! dad, you don’t have to slam open the door like that-”

“WHERE’S MY KEYBOARD, YOU LITTLE SHIT?”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“I don’t know what you’s talkin’ bout’. What is dis ‘key-board’ you speak of? Is a board game?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS! YOU USE IT WHEN YOU’RE USING MY COMPUTER! TELL ME WHERE IT IS THIS INSTANT!”

SPLASH!

Papyrus stopped. “Why you need it so bad? You’s a scientist, not a moosician! I’S the only one with musical talent round’ here! Listen to mah jams!”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“UNDER DA’ SEA-”

“THAT’S THE WRONG KIND OF KEYBOARD!”

“uh oh,” said Sans, studying the water. The surface of it was almost completely obscured by bubbles, but he had a good idea of what lay beneath. Papyrus normally didn’t even like bubbles, as they got in his eye sockets and made it hard to see where he was swimming, but today he actually asked for extra suds in order to create “special effects” for a “concert” he was performing.

It looked like Gaster had the same idea too, as a trademarked sigh of unmistakable misery escaped him.

Heh heh, it’s like watching a balloon slowly lose its will to live…

SPLASH SPLASH, SPLASH SPLASH!

“It’s under the water isn’t it?”

“Nyeh?”

“My keyboard. It’s underwater.”

Papyrus looked down at the water and then back up at his father. “I do bad Daddy?”

“Yes Papyrus, you’ve made a mistake...”

“I fuk up yo’ life?”

“Yes Papyrus, you’ve ‘fucked up my life,’ now give me my keyboard so I can repair it.”

“Mmm…no. No, I’s gonna fix it. I already has an idea, in fact! I can still make dis work.” Papyrus licked the water. “Yep. Daz the problem. That’s the problem right there. I got the suds, but the water not be salty enough. SNAS!”

“AHH! wh-what? what do ya’ want pap?” asked Sans, putting a hand against his skull.

“Well FIRST, I’d like you to pay attention,” said the baby. “We gots a situation over here and you’s dreaming bout’ eating Sabastian!” The infant pointed to a dead crab floating in the bath near his feet. It had CLEARLY been eaten a long time ago by someone else, probably a human seeing as Papyrus got all his stuff from the Dump, but apparently the shell was all he needed to play pretend.

“I needs you to search the Powder Place and finds the salt,” said Papyrus, now pointing at the bathroom cabinet.

The bathroom cabinet was where the family keep their cleaning supplies. Heavy-duty powder that was used to clean up serious messes regular soap couldn’t handle, pest control bottles that sprayed foul-smelling chemicals, and copious amounts of baby powder lined the floor of the cabinet. Some of the bottles and boxes were neatly arranged, but most of the supplies had been knocked over, their contents scattered everywhere due to a combination of missing lids and an unsupervised baby…at least that’s what Papyrus said.

His little brother didn’t like the Powder Place very much, and at one point he even tried to do something about it, admitting fully that he had once purposely spilled the contents of the baby powder in order to make the area smell like an infant rather than Catty’s litterbox room. It was Papyrus’s argument that cleaning supplies should never smell like fresh fruit.

“Be careful Snas, it may smell delicious in there, but erything be poison. Big people’s use it as a trick to kill off fat babies.”

“Don’t be absurd! That’s not even close to being correct.”

“Yes it is. Big people’s like their monies and a fat baby is a baby that eats alllll the time. Food costs money, so they buy poison that smell like food to get rid of the baby without legal con-see-quences.”

“That’s not true, who TOLD you that?”

“Dirt-Butt.”

“*Sigh*”

Of COURSE it was Dirt-Butt.

“Dirt-Butt” was ALWAYS saying nonsense, though it really didn’t bother Gaster as much as every other source of knowledge the infant found. He was usually relieved in fact. Papyrus was used to getting stereotypical info from the media, but the things Dirt-Butt told him more often than not, actually kept him out of trouble.

If only headaches weren’t still the norm…

“NO DADDY, DON’T USE DA’ LECTRICAL HOLE! DIRT-BUTT SAY PICHU LIVE IN THERE!”

“…What?”

“dirt-butt told pappy that pikachus were electric mice who made their homes in electrical outlets,” explained Sans, playing a game on his phone.

“IS TOO! PIKACHU’S BABIES LIVE IN THERE! YOU’S GONNA POKE EM’ IN THE BUTT!” Papyrus covered the holes of the outlet with his hands, Determined to save his fellow infants. “Dirt-Butt says only big people can get poked in the butt, he also say-”

“Pikachus do NOT live or make their nests in electrical outlets.” Interrupted the scientist. “No one does.”

“Yes they do! Dat’s why the tricity gets used up. Pichu eat da’ power so they can gets big, is their nutrients!”

Gaster shook his head. “No. The reason you don’t want to stick things in here is because you’ll be electrocuted. Dirt-Butt lied. You need to pay more attention to people when they’re talking Papyru-”

“You gets elly-cuted cause’ you piss off Pikachu.”

“Did you not hear me?”

“If you poke the babies, you gets zapped.”

“Papyrus.”

“I KNOWS MAH ANIMALS DADDY!”

“SNAS, MORE SALT!”

“NO, do NOT put salt in your brother’s bathwater, it’s terrible for bones,” said Gaster reaching into the cabinet. He pulled out the salt, but was immediately met with a wet keyboard to the face.

CACK!

“PAPYRUS!”

“GIMME MAH SALT STINK DADDY! IS MINE!”

“No, it is NOT yours-”

“GIMME MY SALT OR I’S GONNA TELL UPON YOUUU!”

“You do that.”

“I WILL! I’ll tell upon you and you’s gonna get in trouble! I tells em’ you taked the salt and tried to make a baby stew…” said Papyrus smiling.

“Wh-”

“I’ll tell eryone you putted salt and carrots in mah bath and eryone will hate you. They’ll go ‘poor baby Pappy, he has such a bad wife, his daddy try to cook him for supper! We should ah-rest that bad guy and donate lossa monies to that baby’s fundraiser so their family can eats!”

“…What fundraiser?” asked the father, sensing trouble. He immediately regretted saying anything. In fact, he regretted it before the second word even came out of his mouth, but by then it was already too late.

“MY fundraiser. Baby Pappy’s Happy Nappies for Crap Bs!” Papyrus grinned and spread his arms out wide as if in celebration.

“’Crap B’s…?”

“Crap babies. Babies who not geniuses like me. Snas say, other baes not as fortunate as us, so I should be nice and share mah toys.”

“…”

“I don’t wanna do that, so instead I makes a fundraiser to get the inferior infants nappies!”

“Papyrus-”

“Nappies is diapers.”

“I know what nappies are,” said Gaster, already annoyed. Though the fundraiser’s name was enough to prove to Asgore that he wasn’t responsible for whatever came from his youngest’s latest money-making scheme, he still had to put an end to it. If he didn’t, he’d have the king’s citizens knocking at his door, and things were already getting bad in that regard.

More and more monsters had fallen ill from Hotland’s toxic fumes due to the fact that the Underground’s air filter lacked the power to operate and the more…unreasonable, individuals were getting upset. With the Lab being the closest medical building, the sick were often brought in and placed into the renovated Medical Ward. What was once mostly a living room was now a warehouse of beds, stretching almost from one end of the room to the other and lined with monsters of every variety.

Not that he was running out of room or anything.

The monsters there weren’t being cured, but rather drained of their magic to create magic crystals, a brilliant, if cold-hearted idea to be sure. This however, was necessary, though it had a severe consequence as it resulted in an increase of the Fallen; monsters who had lost too much magic and so had fallen into a comatose state. If the comatose had a chance of waking, he wouldn’t have dozens of family members banging on his door and flooding his email with questions, but sadly that wasn’t the case. Those that fell, fell to dust. There was no waking them…at least he didn’t THINK so…Gaster admittedly hadn’t bothered to experiment with that kind of thing yet.

I’m raising two children, keeping the oil reservoir under control AND a secret, trying to come up with a permanent solution to our power problem, logging the names and the number of incoming patients, making magic crystals, recording Papyrus’s progress, AND fixing HIS messes; I don’t have the TIME to meddle in monster mortality.

“uh, dad? papyrus just ran out the door giggling.”

“Wh-what?” Gaster looked about the bathroom to find that it was, indeed, missing a baby. “Why didn’t you stop him?!”

“he ran right past you, so i figured it was okay.”

“Papyrus by himself is NEVER okay, you should know that! Where did he go?” He poked his head out of the doorway and looked down the hall. A wet trail of baby tracks led into the darkness and he could just faintly hear the clacking sound of tiny bone feet getting farther and farther away.

“he said something about ‘customer satisfaction’ or…whatever. i wasn’t really paying attention-”

“GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND GO GET YOUR BROTHER!”

“*siiiiigh* FINE. PAPPY? WHERE YOU AT BABY BRO?”

“I SAID ‘GET’ NOT ‘YELL’ SANS!”

Lazy little…

“uuuughh!” Rolling his eyes, Sans shoved his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie and walked out the door. “PAPPYYYY! HEEERE PAPPY!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

Wiping off his ruined keyboard, Gaster tucked it under his arm and followed his oldest.

He already knew where the little bastard was headed.

Earlier in the week, while he was sweeping dust off the beds, he had found a little white diaper under the covers. ALL of the beds that once held the Fallen, had them in fact. It was obvious that Papyrus was putting diapers on the comatose patients, but until today, he never knew why.

“…those aren’t babies pappy,” said Sans from far off.

“Course they are! Daz why they sweep so much. Cwap babies don’t do much Snas, they just eat, sweep, and doody in their diapies. Some of them pay wit toys, but-”

“PAPYRUS GET OUT OF THE MEDICAL WARD!”

Papyrus turned his head to look down the hall, then, waving at his daddy, he turned back around.

“PAPYRUS!”

“Shoosh, stink Daddy! You wake da’ babies!” The tiny skeleton looked at the fluffy, unconscious dog-monster. “So tell us, doody-dog…how satisfied are you wit mah pro-duct? From one to a hundred?”

“…”

Papyrus lifted the dog’s head, “Eleventy-six!” exclaimed the baby bones, “I’d definitely wear another! Mah only complaint is the lack of hole for my stupid dog tail-”

“*pfft!* pap-”

“THERE SHOULDN’T BE ANY COM-PAINTS!” yelled Papyrus into the dog’s face. “DIS A FUNDRAISER, YOU BE GATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU GET, SUCK-BABY!”

“…”

“he’s not answering you bro.”

“Cwap babies not talk much Snas, but the result be clear. They satisfied…and now I must expand mah business!” cried Papyrus, raising a finger in the air. “TO WATERFALL!”

“huh?”

Using his wingdings, Papyrus picked himself up and placed his little body atop his brother’s skull, apparently expecting Sans to take him to his destination with haste.

He didn’t.

“pap, i don’t know what EXACTLY you’re trying to do, but it’s probably not a good idea; you’re naked and dad was-”

“TO WATERFALL SNAS!!” repeated the baby, louder this time. “TIME BE MONEY, HONEY!”

“don’t call me that.”

SPL-SPLASH!

Teleporting to Waterfall, the two brothers fell into the water near the docks, Papyrus slipping from his sibling’s head almost at once.

“NYEHHHHAAH! WHY YOU PUT US IN DA’ WATER SNAS? THE FISHIES SEE MAH BUTT!” The infant covered his rear end with a tiny hand, using the other to grab hold of Sans’ hoodie.

“then you shoulda listened to me huh?” replied Sans, CLEARLY not sorry at all. “besides, you know i can’t control exactly where i show up!”

Just the area in general…

“DON’T LOOK AT MAH BUTT CWEEP FISH!”

TAP!

A strange tapping sound drew the older boy’s attention, and Sans turned his head to see old man Gerson walking along the docks, cane in hand, while the baby batted at the curious fish.

“What’s all the commotion over here?” asked the turtle, scratching under his chin. He looked a lot more ancient when he was in full view. Sans usually only saw him in his shop, as did everyone else. It was rare to find him wandering around, as Undyne had a habit of taking it upon herself to scavenge for supplies at the Dump and present it to him to selling. Because of her, he never really HAD to leave anymore.

TAP, SHIFF!

The old man got closer and peered down at the two in the water, holding a magnifying glass to his eye. “Wahhaha, of course, of course it’s you, Papyrus. Giving your brother trouble I see!”

Does he bring that everywhere with him?

“it-it wasn’t pappy’s fault, i made a mistake,” said Sans quietly.

“Is that so? Well you two shouldn’t be bathing in the same place we water folk get our food, might get a taste for skeletons! Wahhahaha!” He laughed again, but the little Horror wasn’t as amused.

“DON’T EAT DA’ BABY!”

“we weren’t bathing…i just…took a wrong turn or something…”

“You weren’t? Then where are your brother’s clothes?”

“CTHULHU TOOK EM’! I seens it, wit my own widdle eyes, Wrinkle-Man!” said Papyrus, splashing in the water.

“Really? Well that’s just awful! Isn’t that awful Sans?”

“please don’t encourage him.”

“They must be pretty mean to do something like that; picking on a poor little cherub like you.”

“Yep, I’s a sad cher-chero-cherrio. A very sad cheerio Wrinkle-Man, baby’s don’t gots lots of monies ya’ know? How I supposed to buy new jammies wit no monies?”

“That IS an issue,” said Gerson warily, sensing an approaching problem. He turned to Sans, but the child only glared at him, his expression giving the answer to the old man’s unsaid plea.

You started this, now YOU can deal with it.

I’m not helping you.

“Ya’ know what would make this little cheerio happy again Wrinkle-Man?”

“cherub, pappy.”

“*Sigh*…What’s that?”

“If you would accept dis diapie.” The baby bones held up a soaked diaper, possibly getting it from out of Sans’ pocket.

“oh, that’s right, i didn’t check my pockets today.” He looked down at his clothes sadly. Whatever was in there today was probably ruined now by the water.

Papyrus tended to hide things in his brother’s hoodie.

Every once in a while, the kid comedian would reach into his pocket to find crayons, candy, a kaleidoscope, bouncy balls, a yo-yo, and sometimes even makeup in his pocket. They were fun little surprises that he enjoyed, like tiny gifts. They obviously belonged to his sibling, but liked Papyrus liked to say “what’s mine is yours,” so he considered them gifts.

The big treasures were his favorite, as they were rare and akin to getting surprise packages in the mail. He’d wake up in the morning and go to the place on the floor near the dresser where he always threw his hoodie and be excited to find a big lump covered by his clothing. A sign that his brother had hidden something neat.

You’d think he’d quit hiding things with it by now. He’s gotta know I’m stealing em’…

One time, Sans even found a skateboard hidden under it. He played with it a lot, and got pretty good, but when he started doing tricks, Papyrus became…unhappy. He remembered his baby brother screaming in terror and crying when he showed him a kickflip for the first and last time. He remembered feeling super guilty about it too. He only had 1 HP after all; if he fell, it was bye-bye big bro.

The skateboard now sat in a corner collecting dust, a sad reminder of what could have been.

“I don’t need a diaper yet kiddo!” said Gerson, slightly insulted.

“Sure, you do! All old peoples need diapies and all we asks in ass-change is dat you gives us a small donation.”

“A small donation’ hm?”

“Yep, for just thirty-twelve G, you could have this super absorbent, long-lasting diaper. Yo’ donations go to the Happy Nappies Fundraiser where we will buy MORE diapies and gives them to the less fortunate.”

“…It sounds like you’re selling diapers for 3,012g, FAR more than they’re worth. That’s thirty-twelve right? 3,012g?”

“Correct. We uses the extra monies to buy more nappies.”

“That’s not a fundraiser young’un’, you’re supposed to be raising money for charity. If you’re selling these to the babies here in the Underground-”

“I not sell to babies, I GIVE to da’ baes!”

“…But their parents pay for them.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not a fundraiser, you’re ‘hustling’ as the kids say.”

“No! I not hustle, I BUSTLE! The fundraiser be for babies, THEY gets the diapies for free, not the big peoples.”

“you’re either not understanding bro, or you’re trying to cheat people.”

Probably the latter.

“Daz not too. I buys diapies for the peoples who needs em’ and I use the rest to buy stuffs dat I need...like my jammies. Erybody wins.”

Papyrus attempted to climb out of the water and then, realizing his arms weren’t strong enough to pull him up onto the dock, he summoned his wingdings and placed himself onto the planks.

RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE!

“ugh, pap!” Sans covered his face as his tiny and inconsiderate sibling shook his body back and forth like the dogs in Snowdin, attempting to rid himself of the water.

“Wahahaha!”

SQISH!

THAP THAP THAP!

The infant squeezed the diaper in his hands and whipped it in the air, sending beads of water every which way. He knew it would probably not be the most absorbent product he ever sold, but perhaps the old monster would still want it for catching doodies…?

“bro, that diaper’s ruined, you’re not going to be able to sell it. look, it’s torn…”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked at the nappy in his hand. It seemed fine just a minute ago, but now it was all stretched out and worse yet, the sticky parts that were meant to hold the diaper in place wouldn’t stick anymore. He tried several times to get them to, but the front kept falling open.

Sans was right.

His product was ruined.

“NYEHHHHHAAHHHH! SNAAAAAAAS!”

“*sigh*”

“MY DIAPIE BE BOKEN SNAS! NYEH-HAAAHHHH!!!”

Sans got out of the water and picked up his baby brother. “don’t cry pappy,” he said, bouncing him up and down in his arms. “it’ll be okay.” He patted him on the back, but the baby bones refused to stop crying, still clutching the diaper in his little hand.

“Oh dear…hmm…tell you what,” said Gerson, pulling a wallet out of his shirt pocket. “I’ll buy your nappy at 2,000g, since it’s damaged. A young’un’ needs a pair of clothes, right?”

“our dad didn’t sell his clothes if that’s what you’re-”

“Shu up Snas, YES PWEASE MR. WRINKLE-GUY!” yelled Papyrus, suddenly all smiles. “I WOULD VERY MUCH AH-PEA-CIATE THAT!”

“PAPYRUS!”

“WAHHAHAHAHA!” laughing loudly, the tortoise-monster gave him the money. “Looks like this old man’s been outmaneuvered in marketing! I better watch out!”

“Nyeh hee hee hee!”

“…”

“Oh, don’t look so glum, my boy. Your brother needs this practice in order to protect you in the future! He’s gonna be quite the young warrior, isn’t that right Papyrus?”

“…There will be war.”

“WAHHAHAHAHA!” Mr. Gerson laughed again and walked back towards his shop. He tended to laugh a lot when Papyrus was present, though seeing him also made the elderly monster a bit sad too.

Sometimes I miss the old days when a lot of these little guys were around…

Maybe one day, nature will fix our past mistakes. I just hope it doesn’t need help…or that it’s not too late.

TAP, SHIFF!

“…that wasn’t very nice bro.”

“The business world is a harsh one, Snas,” said Papyrus, counting his G. “You needs to pactice too big Buther. One day, you’s gonna need to help da’ baby, ya’ know? Is sad dat you has no monies of your own. Just cause’ you gots 1 hp, don’t mean you’s useless. You gots a brilliant mind, put it to good use.”

“i don’t need life advice from a crook.”

“Kay’ when you gets a life, come see da’ baby.”

“i HAVE a life, you little asshole! it’s just isn’t a life of crime.”

“No crime no dime, big Buther. Sometimes you gots to break the rules to get da’ jewels! Tell Daddy he either pay you for help, or he pay fines for child labor.”

“that’s blackmail.”

“Is genius is what it is.”

Sans chuckled and put the money in his hoodie. “why would you need my help bro? unemployed monsters down here are a dime-a-dozen!”

“…”

“all jewel need to do is lie and they’ll help you out. i don’t need to do anything, heh heh…”

“…You needs to pactice yo’ font too.”

“fine-”

“SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM DA’ BABY!” yelled Papyrus, kicking his legs.

“i can’t leave you here, child abandonment is a crime-”

“DAZ NOT EVEN A PUN!”

“besides, crawling all the way home would be a bit labor-ious, wouldn’t it?”

“IIIII HATE CHUUUUUU!!”

CAP, CAP!

Oh crap, someone else is coming. I need to get Pappy back in some clothes or-

“HEY! NO BATHING IN THE FOOD SUPPLY, IT’S ILLEGAL!” cried a shrill voice Sans knew all too well. Startled, he dropped his brother in surprise, but luckily the infant didn’t seem to care.

“HELLWOE FISH-LADY!” Papyrus threw up his arm in greeting. “DA’ WRINKLE-MAN JUST LEFT!” The baby pointed towards Snowdin.

“He was just here?”

“yeah, he headed back to his stall a few seconds ago,” replied Sans, glaring at his brother. “while you were…underwater. why were you underwater? this is the breeding area…”

“Right, I was talking to the fish. Gotta make sure no one’s stealing them, so everyone can keep eating-”

“Fish Lady’s growing an army to fight the homos!” said Papyrus excitedly.

“SSHH!! Shut the fuck up Papyrus!” whispered Undyne harshly.

“homosapiens baby bro, you have to say the whole thing or…you know what? just say humans, kay’?”

“Homo humans!”

“…not better. also, are you talking about actual fish, undyne or water monsters?”

“WHO CARES?” yelled the young girl. “THE MORE SOLDIERS THE BETTER!” She grinned proudly, her hands on her hips. No one would expect an attack from the water AND the land, the next war against humans was as good as won.

That is, if no adults found out about it. They didn’t appreciate Undyne’s ingenious war strategies like Papyrus did.

No matter how helpful or cool they were, adults always seemed to have a problem with her ideas, and unfortunately, Sans and Gaster were no different. For most of them to work, she needed science nerds, but they saw her plans the same way they saw Papyrus’s, terrible and “asinine.”

The Royal Scientist’s words, not hers.

She didn’t know what “asinine” meant, but it had the word “ass” in it, so she assumed their father was calling her ideas booty.

My ideas aren’t ass!

My ideas are GREAT!

Stupid, crappy, science dweeb, is just lazy. How hard can it be to build a giant robot? Isn’t there already someone asking him to do that already?

“…A giant robot can destroy entire towns, I saw it in a movie.”

“what are you talking about? are you still on about that robot army?” Sans sighed, a trademark sign of his that meant he thought she was being stupid. Undyne had heard it many times before.

“IT’S A GOOD IDEA!!” she screamed. “AND IT WASN’T AN ARMY, IT WAS JUST O-”

“for the last time, if you saw something already done in a movie undyne, the humans know how to COUNTER it; they make the friggen’ things!”

Undyne’s so dumb…

“Yeah, but the movies are old, Sans! They’re in the Dump, because no one watches them anymore! We’ll have the element of surprise.”

“I wish to pilot a Gundam, big Buther.”

“SEE?! Papyrus wants it!” she said, pointing at the baby bones. “You want to blow up a town widdle Pappy?”

The infant smiled and bounced up and down on his rear end excitedly. “Yeah yeah yeah!” he said, ignoring his sibling’s frown. “I’s Middle Eastern ya’ know…is mah calling.”

“still don’t know what middle ease is, pap.”

“Middle East Snas! It mean I comes from da’ center of the earth…only is a liiiittle East.” The infant pinched his fingers together, squinting with one eye to make sure there was space between them, hoping he had solved the mystery.

“The center of the earth…?” Undyne looked confused. “You mean Hell?”

“i’d believe that.”

“Noooo! I’s on the WOOF of Hell…cept’ is a liiittle East.”

“Yeast…isn’t that the stuff bread is made from?”

“he’s saying east, undyne. it’s a direction.” Sans pointed towards where he knew the Lab was located.

“…That’s left, Sans-I MEAN RIGHT! That’s your right.”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

“SHUT UP PAPYRUS, I WASN’T WRONG!”

“you are.”

“YOU SHUT UP TOO!!”

“how old are you?”

“YOU CAN’T ASK ME THAT! I’M A WOMAN, IT’S ILLEGAL!”

“Is you a baby like me, Fish Lady? If so, I gots a great product for you…”

“I’m NOT a baby, I’M GROWN!” Undyne stomped her foot angrily on the planks of the pier, scaring Sans a little. He had no idea how long those timbers had been there, but he knew people walked on them every day. Eventually, they would break and need to be replaced…probably by the pines in Snowdin.

There are some people who use them for firewood too though, I know Grillby does. What if we run out? How long does it take a pine tree to grow?

…

Who planted them there to begin with?

“Nyeh? You spacing again, big Buther?”

It was something he thought of often whenever he was bored, and he highly doubted it was the monsters doing.

“Come back down from space, Snas!”

No one knew what the inside of Mt. Ebott was like, which is why everyone in the beginning not only scrambled for a home as soon as possible, but also refused to leave it behind for something better. It didn’t make sense to begin with for the monsters to carry saplings with them into a mountain with little to no sunlight. Even if the sunlamps in Snowdin had been immediately installed, it would’ve taken time. Could the trees survive that long without the sun? Why were they all pine trees to begin with? If the monsters came from different environments all over the world, wouldn’t some have brought cacti, palm trees, and other tropical plants?

It’s like someone made preparations for us to live here…

“EARTH TO THE SNAS!”

“AH!”

“Stop daydreaming and tell da’ Fish Lady how great mah fundraiser be! She doesn’t want to buy my diapies…” said Papyrus quietly.

“Why are you naked?”

“s-sorry bro, i was thinking about the trees. how come there’s only pine trees and fruit trees in the underground?”

“Nyeh?”

Why was his brother always thinking about trees?

“There’s a fern in the Resort Area,” said Undyne, hoping to change the subject. She’d rather talk about plants than diapers.

“why though? who was the guy who went ‘hey, yeah, i know i’m being ushered out of my home with little to no warning and should prooobably pack everything i think will be needed to maintain my survival-”

“But this fern doh…” The young girl laughed, imagining the scenario. “I gotta take this fern, man!”

“*pfft!* c’mon undyne, for real-”

“FERNS BEFORE FOOD! FERNS BEFORE FAMILY!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“AND THESE FLOWERS, DUDE! I NEED THESE GOLDEN FLOWERS IN MY LIFE!”

Sans laughed in spite of himself as his baby brother let out a high-pitched screech of delight. As curious as he and it was, the comedian had to admit it was also pretty funny.

I guess back then, people didn’t have to worry so much about survival as they do now. They probably weren’t expecting things to be so hard down here.

It’s good that kids like us don’t have to worry about that sort of thing…most of us anyway.

Dad’s a douche, but our generation depends on him and he’s doing his best to deliver. Without him, the Underground would be doomed.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was one of the worrying kids. The future frightened him; his father frightened him.

One of the perks of being invisible, aside from whenever the Royal Scientist needed him, was that Sans could go anywhere and do anything he pleased when off the clock. He knew about the Fallen and what his father was doing before Flowey even appeared to tell him, and he was willing to bet his brother did too.

Papyrus didn’t mess with the draining machine.

Sans noticed he didn’t talk about it either. There were no questions, no threats, no mentions whatsoever. In fact, these days Papyrus seemed to mellow out a bit in general, his pranks becoming fewer and fewer in number until the labs horrendous reputation began to fade. The baby bones had even gone out to recruit other bright minds to help in the lab, no doubt sensing his father’s incoming mental collapse.

Despite how serious their power problem was, the truth remained that they HAD oil. It was dangerous to use, but it was a choice Gaster had other than draining that he didn’t favor. He CHOSE murder, their father CHOSE to drain sick monsters who came to him for help, and showed absolutely no remorse or concern for his actions.

Not good.

“Does Onion-chan gots ferns?”

“huh?”

“It’s Onionsan, Pappy. You’re spelling it wrong, and yes, those are ferns.”

“oh, you’re still talking about ferns…who’s onionsan?” asked Sans. He didn’t know much about the monsters that lived underwater, but apparently no citizen was safe from his little bro. He hoped he hadn’t caused too much trouble…

“Onionsan-chan be a monster from Japan, man!” replied the infant, enjoying his tongue twister. “I doesn’t know how he got here dough…”

“OnionSAN, Papyrus-”

“They too big for mah diapies, so we not visit the tentacles today.”

“what?”

“Onionsan is a monster that looks like an octopus. I’ve never heard of Japan though.”

“Is where the woah-bots come from, Fish Lady! Da’ Vocaloid and the Gundams and the aira-planes…”

“airplanes aren’t robot birds baby bro,” said Sans smiling.

“Nyeh? No bird? Tsundereplane lie…?”

“huh?”

This alarmed Sans. Papyrus was behaving himself more in the lab, but that meant he was spending most of his time outside where it was dangerous.

Who’s Tsundereplane? How many people is he talking to?!

“you know what? it doesn’t matter. stop talking to strangers papyrus, it’s dang-PAPYRUS!”

BEEP BEEP!

Taking Sans’ phone out of his pocket via wingdings, Papyrus called his “friend” on speed dial.

“Hellwoe?”

“papyrus, stop!”

Who the hell gave him their number?! How long has that been in my phone?!

“Yep, is da’ baby…”

“hang up, papyrus. whoever gave you their number isn’t a sane person-”

“Snas say you’s not a whoa-bot bird Tsundereplane. Why you lie to cute widdle me?”

“…”

“WELL SCU YOU TOO, STINK ARROW-PLANE! I BEAT YO’ ASS!”

BEEP!

“…”

“…Tsundereplane not my friend no more.”

“Aww…poor Pappy…” Undyne patted the infant’s skull.

“don’t feel sorry for him! that’s what he gets for talking to strangers, maybe next time he’ll think before putting numbers in MY phone!”

“Yep, woe is me Fish Lady…”

“are you even listening to me?”

“…First they steals mah jammies and now they lie and call me an idiot-face. I am the saddest of cheerios…”

“THEY STOLE YOUR CLOTHES?!”

“you little shit.”

“STEALING’S ILLEGAL! Don’t worry Pappy, THE UNSTOPPABLE UNDYNE WILL GET YOUR CLOTHES BACK!”

“he’s lying undyne-”

Sans reached out to stop her, but Undyne was already off towards Hotland.

Damnit!

There’s no way he’d catch her, he didn’t even know who or where Tsundereplane was.

I don’t even know what they LOOK like…an airplane probably, but…

“Nyeh hee hee hee!”

“*humph!* i bet you’re pretty proud of yourself, huh baby bro?”

“Yes.”

“you think you did the right thing?”

“Yes.”

“what do you think’s gonna happen when undyne finds out you were lying?”

“She gonna come back and do the accu-sa-tions and Imma say ‘they throw my jammies in da’ lava?’ then I’s gonna cry reeeal loud, and she gonna feel sorry for me.”

“…”

“She’ll say, ‘aww, I didn’t think of that! Poor baby Pappy…I should go out and buy you NEW jammies!’ and then I say, ‘no, no, you’s done enough.”

“…is that right?”

“Yep. I say, “Just gives me some monies and I go gets em’. Shopping be boring.’ Then she gonna go ‘you’s right! Shopping IS boring. Here are some monies…and a widdle extra for the accu-sa-tions.”

“…”

“That’s when I be reeeal nice and say ‘keep da’ extra, you deserves it for being a good friend to da’ baby.’ Then I buys candy and I eats it, then we all live happy ever after.”

“…i’m calling undyne.”

“WHY YOU GOTS TO DESTROY MY HAPPY AFTER?”

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

“I’M NOT SELLING YOU NOTHIIIIINN’!!!” screamed Papyrus, “NYEH!” Snatching his brother’s phone, the baby bones took off running towards Snowdin.

“PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS, NO!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“DO NOT GO INTO TOWN NAKED, PAPYRUS!”

Friggin’ dumbass! There’re dogs everywhere there, he can’t be showing that many bones, he’ll get eaten!

Or they would.

Probably the dogs.

Either way, Sans knew who would ultimately be blamed.

“GOOD LUCK FINDING ME IN DA’ SNOW BIG BUTHER!”

“ugh, shit!”

POOF!

With an enthusiastic smile, Papyrus leapt into a snow poff as soon as his sibling lost sight of him. There was no way Sans would find a tiny white skeleton in a snowfield. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack…whatever a haystack was.

Finally, his Michael Jackson syndrome was paying off.

“Nyeh? *sniff sniff*”

That was odd. The snow poff he was in smelled like doody. Well, actually, the whole town smelled like a barnyard, but this was especially bad…

“*huff puff* pa-papyrus…”

“…”

“papyrus, i know you’re in there, your tracks lead right to the snow poff field!”

“…Those could be anybody’s tracks, there’s no baby here, skelly-man.”

“really? heh heh, well that’s weird. most people who live in snowdin avoid the snow poffs.”

“…I had to move cause’ I missed my rent. This my home now.”

Sans laughed; his brother had no idea. “woooow, that sucks. i’d personally hate to live in a poop-igloo, but you do you man, ha ha ha!”

“What?” Papyrus poked his head out of the snow poff and looked down.

“yep. the reason the snow is built up in this area and nowhere else, is because this is where people dump their chamber pots.”

“…”

“the snow tends to build on top of the droppings and that’s what makes these little mounds, cool huh?”

“…”

“asgore is trying to get plumbing up and running, but it’ll be a while before THAT happens, what with the power issue and all. personally? i don’t see it happening. people make money gathering these snow poffs up to sell for fertilizer.”

Without saying a word, Papyrus climbed out of the snow poff and walked towards the Ruins. It was the longest route to a river, but at least it didn’t cut through town.

“papyrus?”

“Shut up.”

“aww, what’s wrong pappy? paaappyyyy-”

SPLASH!

The baby bones jumped into the river, using his wingdings to hold himself steady in order to keep from being swept away by the current.

“…”

“oh no, pappy! you can’t just hop into the river, the fishies will see your butt!”

“…”

“you know what you need to catch those doodies? what every baby needs?”

“Choke on bread.”

“a dia-”

SPLASH!

“heh.”

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #Papyrus #Sans #Baby Papyrus #Kid sans #Kid undyne #Undyne #Gaster #Undertale fanfiction #Dark Comedy

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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years

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Blue - Colby Brock x Reader - Part 2/3

Part 1...

*** end of last chapter ***

“How’s it going so far?” Jake quietly asked, sitting on the coffee table facing Colby.

“Terrifyingly easy.” Colby answered, looking down and finding Ivy fast asleep.

“Well that’s a good thing, right?”, Jake said. “Y/n seems to fit right in. Her and Tara are bonding over SpongeBob memes as we speak.”

“That’s the terrifying part.” Colby said, gently brushing Ivy’s hair out of her face. “They’re here for a month. They’ve only been here for like 7 hours and I’m already sad that they’re going to leave.”

Jake watched Colby gazing down at the tiny sleeping figure in his arms. “I don’t know, brother. You’re usually a loner that likes his space. You might be happy when you’ve got your apartment back”, Jake laughed.

Colby just sighed. *what the fuck am I getting myself into?* he thought to himself.

*** start of new chapter ***

“All done!” Tara said, her and Y/n walking out of the spare room.

“I knew she was going to crash soon.” Y/n laughed, seeing Ivy once again asleep on Colby.

“This girl has endless energy.” Colby laughed, holding her tight against him while he sat up, making room for the girls on the couch.

“I told you. Having a kid is a lot of work.” Y/n replied, taking a seat next to Colby.

“Mike is the one that ran around playing tag with her for over an hour”, he laughed. “I got the easy job. We took naps and watched movies.”

“Well I, for one, am exhausted.” Y/n said, reaching to grab Ivy. “Us two are going to head to bed.”

Colby shifted Ivy from his arms to Y/n’s. “If you guys need anything at all, come get me. I don’t even care if I’m asleep.”

“He’s a deep sleeper.” Tara laughed. “Make sure you bring something to hit him with if you need to wake him up.”

Colby nodded, “She’s not wrong.”

“I think we have everything we need”, Y/n laughed. She turned to Colby. “Thank you again for making this so easy. All of you guys have gone out of your way to make us feel welcome.”

“You ARE welcome, Y/n. Both of you.” He could see her getting choked up again. “I’m going to walk these two out while you two get settled in your room.”

“It was so nice meeting you guys.” Y/n said, waving to Tara and Jake as she made her way to her bedroom.

“Same. I’m looking forward to hanging out again.” Tara replied while Jake waved.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Colby said, walking them to the door so he could lock it after they left. Once the door was locked, Colby walked the apartment making sure everything was turned off or put away. He hesitated at the spare bedroom door before lightly knocking.

“Come in.” Y/n called, throwing her hair up in a messy bun as Colby opened the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in one more time.” He said, standing in the doorway.

She looked over at him. “I’m sorry I got emotional a minute ago.” y/n apologized, looking away from Colby. “I’m exhausted and the trip was stressful….” She rambled.

Colby walked towards y/n, interrupting her with a hand on her shoulder. “Y/n. While I have no doubt that road tripping with an almost 3-year-old is stressful…I know there’s something else bugging you”, he said, pulling her into a tight hug. “I don’t know if something happened or if maybe someONE made you feel like you don’t deserve to be treated well, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m literally only a room away.”

Y/n nodded, her face hidden against Colby. “I’m just…I’m realizing a lot being around you guys for even just a short time.”

“I mean, we ARE kind of awesome.” Colby teased, trying to break the tension. He smiled hearing her laugh. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a few more people to meet tomorrow.”

Colby woke up the next morning to loads of noise coming from his living room. When he turned over and checked his phone he realized why. It was almost 1pm. “Oh fuck.” He croaked out, slipping a clean hoodie on before noticing something on his bedside table. There was a piece of computer paper with a crayon drawing on it. A stick figure in blue and a heart in red.

He walked out to the living room with the drawing in his hand. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Mike teased him, “Did my baby sleep well?”

“I slept like a rock, sweet cheeks”, Colby replied, blowing Mike a kiss.

Mike moved to “catch” the kiss Colby blew him before turning and pretending to wipe it all over Sam’s face.

“Noooo. No!” Sam dramatically wiped his hands on his face.

Ivy was cracking up watching the whole exchange. “Iiiiivyyyy” Colby drew out her name, holding up the drawing he had found by his bed. “Is this mine?” he asked, squatting down next to where she was coloring at the coffee table.

She looked up at him, nodding yes. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going to hang it up over here.” He took the drawing and hung it on his fridge. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” Colby asked, turning back to the room.

“I was going to when Ivy went to put the drawing in your room, but she shushed me and pointed towards the door.” Jake laughed, “I wasn’t going to argue with her.”

Colby sat cross legged on the floor by the coffee table, pulling the little girl into his lap so she sat a little higher. “You can always wake me up, Ivy.” He told her, watching her draw.

“No get in trouble.” She mumbled, reaching for another crayon.

“I promise you’ll never get in trouble for waking me up.” He said, kissing the top of her head. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re picking up lunch. Kevin and some of the others are going to head over here soon, too.” Mike answered.

The next few days were a crazy hectic blur. Y/n and Mike had shared some of their half-written songs and lyric ideas with each other to get their creative juices flowing. Kat and Y/n filmed a “Singing on street corners” video and before they even posted their video, clips of them had practically gone viral. Each of the guys and a few of the girls all filmed group videos. Y/n was in most of them and Ivy was in a few too. And after an already long day, Colby still needed to film his video.

“uuuughh”, Colby groaned, staring blankly at the wall.

“You good?” Sam asked, his laptop out with research for their next series location on the screen.

“I have to film my video tonight and I have no idea what to film.” Colby replied.

“Film something that always bangs.” Sam said. “Let’s do a truth or strip.”

“Ahem.” Colby cleared his throat, pointing towards the little girl sleeping on the couch cushion next to him.

“Yeaaaaaah, let’s not.” Sam laughed. “Wait, do it the way Kat and I did! We put something on every time we didn’t want to answer a question.”

“Could do.” Colby said, thinking it over. “Just no swearing or sexual stuff.”

“Who would have thought Colby Brock would turn his channel PG.” Sam teased, going to set up the camera. “Go grab a bunch of hoodies and stuff. I’ll start writing down questions.”

“Aight, I’ll be back.” Colby replied. He stopped by the spare room to see if Y/n would ask the questions for the video.

“Of course.” y/n replied.

So far, the video was pretty funny. Even with keeping it fairly cleaner than Sam and Colby’s usual content. “Next question. Have either of you ever skinny dipped?” Y/n asked.

Sam and Colby looked at each other, Sam reaching out and grabbing another sweater.

“Brother, putting on another shirt is basically just saying yes.” Colby laughed, blushing a bit, “So yes. I have gone skinny dipping.”

“I think everyone should at least once.” Y/n added, saying “Next question” before either of the boys could say anything back. “Who are your YouTube crushes?”

“Katrina Stuart”, Sam smirked into the camera.

“Not fair.” Colby shoved Sam.

“I mean, Kat’s hot. I get it.” Y/n pointed out.

“Don’t I know it”, Sam made kissy faces at the camera.

“I’m keeping that whole thing in the video” Colby laughed. “Ignore me while I throw on ANOTHER friggen hoodie.”

“You cold?” they heard Ivy ask. She had woken up sometime during the last question. Colby finally popped his head through the hoodie and he made a face a her. She burst out in giggles.

“Are you laughing at me?” Colby asked, slowly creeping towards the little girl.

Sam stood up, taking the camera off the tripod. “I think she was.” He added.

“Nooooo” she squealed, backing up off of the couch.

“I think you were.” Colby said, wiggling his fingers towards her like he was going to tickle her.

She ran around the coffee table, uncontrollably laughing before trying to hide behind y/n’s legs.

“Oh no you don’t”, Colby crouched down on the other side of y/n, reaching around her legs and tickling Ivy.

“Hey, how did I get in the middle of this?” Y/n laughed.

“Moooom”, Ivy squealed between fits of laughter.

“Run Ivy!” Y/n pushed Colby off balance, so he fell back on his butt. The girl went to hide on the side of the couch.

“Not fair! I can barely move in all these hoodies!” Colby laughed laying on his back, pretending like he couldn’t get up. “Ivy, come help me!”

The girl peeked around the side of the couch. “I don’t know if I’d trust him.” Sam said, still filming the whole thing.

“I can’t get up!” Colby continued.

Ivy started slowly walking towards Colby, leaning over to see what he was doing. Colby laid there with his eyes closed not moving an inch. “Blue?” Ivy said, reaching down to poke him.

“Got you!” Colby half shouted, sitting up and pulling Ivy to his lap. He tickled her again, laughing quite a bit himself.

“You fibbed” she squealed out between laughs.

Colby chuckled and stopped tickling her. “I’m sorry”, he said, pulling her into a hug. He looked up at Sam and remembered they had been filming a video. “I think that’s all we’re going to get done for this one, guys” Colby laughed, addressing his audience. “Make sure to like and subscribe. Hit up all my social media pages. I’ll make sure to link Y/n and Sam down below so make sure you check them out too.” Colby looked down at Ivy. “Wave bye to the camera, Ivy”

“Byyyye” she waved, laughing when Colby tickled her again.

“Alright, guys. See you next week!” Colby waved to the camera.

“I am sweating to death” Sam said, starting to take the hoodies off.

“You think you’re sweating? I’ve got on twice as many, brother.” Colby whined, struggling to get them off of himself. “I’m going to shower and edit, so I probably won’t see you guys again tonight”, he said, looking up at Y/n.

“I have to be at Mike’s early tomorrow anyways” Y/n replied, looking at the time.

“You look nervous”, Colby chuckled, shedding the last of the hoodies.

“It’s always nerve-wracking working with someone new. I’m equal parts excited and nervous.” She explained.

“You’re going to do great.” Colby said, standing up and looking at her fondly. “Seriously. You write amazing music and your voice…come on. Your voice is killer.”

Y/n blushed. “Thank you. I think I needed that.” She said, turning to head to her bedroom. “Come on, Ivy!”

Ivy ran to Colby, reaching up for him to pick her up. “You have to get to bed, kiddo.” He said, picking her up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “Night, blue.”

Colby couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Goodnight, sweetheart”, he replied, putting her down so she could head to her mom. He was up editing for a few hours and when he checked the living room, all of the lights were off. He made sure the front door was locked and headed to bed.

“Ivy, you need to eat your breakfast so we can start our day.” Y/n quietly told her daughter for the 3rd time. Ivy laid her head down on the coffee table with her hand to her other cheek. “Aww, baby. Your teeth?” Y/n realized why her daughter had woken up in a mood.

Ivy nodded as a few tears fell down her cheeks. Y/n grabbed her ice pack and picked ivy up, cradling her in her arms with the ice pack against her cheek.

Colby was up the second he heard Ivy crying. He shot out of bed and hurried into the living room in just his sweatpants ready to tackle whatever made that little girl cry. “What’s going on?” he said, looking around until he saw the two girls on the couch. “What happened?” he asked, kneeling down in front of them.

“Nothing happened. I’m sorry she woke you up.” Y/n apologized, “She’s got a few more baby teeth coming in.”

“Stop apologizing”, Colby said, his voice still thick with sleep. He grabbed Ivy’s hand “I’m sorry you’re hurting.” Looking up at Y/n he asked, “Is there any medicine we can give her to help?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s in my room.” She answered, going to stand up.

“Here.” Colby said, putting his arms out for Ivy to come to him. “Why don’t you go grab the medicine and I’ll take this one.”

Ivy clung on to Colby, tucking her face in his neck. “Oooo your cheek is cold”, Colby laughed. “Do you want the ice?” he asked her, feeling her shake her head no.

“Here you go, baby.” Y/n walked into the kitchen to grab a spoon. “This will help you.” Ivy lifted her head to take her medicine and quickly tucked her face back in Colby’s neck. “This stuff always makes her so sleepy.”

“You’ll feel better soon.” Colby said, lightly bouncing her in his arms.

“I’ll go grab her a comfy outfit so she can sleep in her car-seat.” Y/n said, turning to head to her room.

“Y/n, you can just leave her here”, Colby suggested, continuing to bounce the little girl in his arms.

“I’m going to be gone all day, though.” Y/n replied, putting her hand on Ivy’s back.

“So? We can go back to bed for a while, I’ll make sure she gets something to eat in a little bit, and you won’t be stressing about her on your first writing day with Mike.” Colby reassured her.

Y/n thought about it. “Maybe I can come home for lunch.” She said, “I’d feel bad if you had to watch her all day.”

“Y/n, I don’t HAVE to do anything. I’m volunteering. And if you install her car-seat in my car, I can bring her to visit you guys if she’s feeling better when she wakes up.” He offered.

Y/n took in the scene in front of her. Colby was standing there shirtless, gently bouncing her daughter, rubbing soothing circles into her back. His hair was a mess and his eyes were closed as he mumbled little ‘you’re okays’ to Ivy. *I could get used to this* she thought to herself, finally warming up to the fact that maybe some people really do care. Not everyone wants something from you. “You’re a hard man to argue with.” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Then don’t argue with me.” Colby smirked.

Y/n reached up and pressed a kiss to Colby’s cheek. “I’m going to go get dressed”, she said, looking down at Ivy. “And this one is already half asleep so you two are good to go back to bed.”

“Does she have like a blanket she likes or a stuffed animal or something?” He asked, following Y/n.

“She’s never liked stuffed animals, actually.” Y/n answered. “Here’s her little security blanket.”

"I’ll grab that, we’re going to go nap, and you have a great day.” Colby said, sleepily wandering back to his room. He left his door open so Y/n could stop by if she wanted to before she left. “Let go, sweetheart.” Colby whispered to Ivy, laying her down on his bed and handing her her little blanket. He made sure she was on the side that was against the wall so that she didn’t roll off. “Your mom said you didn’t like stuffed animals, but this guy here is special.” He said, grabbing his stuffed koala.

Ivy sniffled, little remnants of her crying finally fading. “Thank you”

“Get some sleep.” He said, crawling into bed “You’ll feel better soon.”

When Y/n finished getting ready about an hour later, she quietly tiptoed into Colby’s room. She immediately grabbed her phone, taking a picture of the precious sight before her. Colby was on his side and Ivy was the cutest little spoon you’ve ever seen. In her arms was the stuffed Koala and Colby’s arm was draped over both of them, snoring.

Over the next week or so, it became a habit that when Y/n would wake up early to go write with Mike, Ivy would just crawl into bed with Colby. He would wake up hours later to tiny cuddles. They’d get dressed, go sit at some restaurant for lunch, and then bring food to Mike and Y/n. In fact, Colby’s video this week was just vlog footage of him and Ivy. They had gone to the zoo, gotten ice cream or food a dozen times, and gone to the park to swing. Today, Brennen brought Kobe over to the apartment so Colby and him could film a video for Brennen’s channel.

“I never thought I’d think something was cuter than my dog, but damn.” Brennen laughed, watching Ivy and Kobe play fetch.

Colby laughed, reminding Ivy not to throw the toy in the kitchen. He didn’t want her to get hurt on the corners of the counter. “She’s something”, he said, hearing Ivy call out an “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay, sweetheart. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Colby smiled.

“You’re in full dad mode, bro.” Brennen said, smirking over at one of his best friends.

Colby looked at him with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Am not.”

“My dude, it’s obvious you care about her. And you haven’t shut up about Y/n.” Brennen laughed, hitting Colby’s chest with the back of his hand. “You haven’t come out partying once since they got here.”

“First, y/n obviously doesn’t like me like that. She’s been here for 2 weeks and absolutely nothing has happened. No real flirting, no nothing. So, I can pine all I want, but I’m going to have to accept it when they leave.” Colby said, trying not to sound sad about that fact.

“I disagree”, Brennen tried to sneak in, but Colby continued talking, giving him a look.

“And second, I do care about Ivy.” Colby said, hearing her break out in a fit of laughter as Kobe licked her face. “I have this feeling that her dad was a dirtbag.”

“Yeah?” Brennen asked.

“Y/n would fight back tears the whole first week she was here whenever we were nice to her. Like, just our normal friends group level of nice.” Colby said, thinking back on how Y/n had reacted. “And Ivy apologized for everything. She accidentally spilled water on the coffee table and kept asking me if I was sure she wasn’t in trouble. Like, who the fuck would get mad over spilling water? Especially at their own daughter?”

“Have you talked to Y/n about it?” Bren asked.

“No. I kind of let her know I knew something was going on. That I was here. That she could talk to me whenever she was ready, I just…They don’t deserve that, dude. They deserve all the love in the world.” Colby continued watching Ivy and Kobe play.

“I gotta head out, but I’m going to say something to you first.” Brennen said, waiting for Colby to look at him. “I know you’re young. I know. #Brolby. We’re wild boys that like to have fun and do stupid shit so I know I’m not who you expected this to come from…but you’ve got a lot of love to give, brother. My dad didn’t give two shits about what happened to my siblings or my mom. It’s fucking obvious you care. A LOT. So don’t NOT take your chance because your palms get sweaty around your crush. There’s a lot more riding on this than whether or not a girl rejects you. No one’s going to love that little girl as much as you already do.”

Brennen stood up, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing his camera. “Preciosa mío, come say bye to uncle Brennen.” He called out, picking Ivy up when she ran to him. “I promise I’ll bring Kobe back to play soon.” He kissed her on the cheek and put her down.

“Hey Ivy, if you go put on your jacket, we can go see mommy and Mike.” Colby stood up, following Brennen to the door.

Ivy ran to her room squealing about getting to play with more dogs.

“Brennen.” Colby said, pulling him into their usual bro hug when he turned around. When Brennen went to pull away, Colby held him tight for a second. “Thanks, man.”

Brennen clapped him on the back, “Anytime, brother.”

part 3...

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greatpretending · 5 years

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I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up

Word Count: 5063

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, cheesy fluff, discussion of sex/a little steamy stuff but nothing actually NSFW

Summary: The sequel to Catch Me If I Fall. Thank you to everyone for all of the support for that fic. I’m sorry it took me so long to get a sequel up, but the inspiration has to be there, you know? Huge thanks to @peterbparkerr for encouraging me and for proofreading it for me as well. Also @steelfeather for proofreading it and screaming in my text messages.

Your eyes were stinging. You blinked, hard, for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to get them to focus. You were sitting on your too-small couch in your too-small living room in your too-small apartment. Your legs were over Peter’s lap, and you were desperately trying to ignore the sounds of him tinkering with one of his webshooters while you read.

Five pages left.

You were so close. So close to the end of this book. So close to the end of your assignment. Of your class. Of your year. Of college.

Four pages left.

Peter’s tinkering continued. It was the first time in two weeks you’d spent any longer than 20 minutes in the same room together- sleeping not included.

Three pages left.

Between exams, final assignments, your thesis paper, and your job, you were living more off Starbucks and bagels than balanced meals. Not to mention Peter had all of that plus his Spider-duties, so your relationship had become little more than a quick kiss goodbye in the mornings and your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder when he finally crawled into bed late at night.

Two pages left.

In fact, the only reason you were together right now was that Peter had needed to put off going out for the night to fix his webshooter. You knew as soon as it was fixed, he’d be swinging out the window. Selfishly, you hoped it took a while.

One page left.

As soon as you had your degrees, you’d be moving back to New York with Peter, where you already had a job lined up - thanks, Pepper Potts - and maybe, just maybe, things would be a little less crazy.

“Fucking finally!” you shouted, throwing your book onto the floor and startling Peter a little. “I never want to read a book about women that was written by a man again.”

“And you never have to,” Peter said, rubbing your leg soothingly. He slid his webshooter onto his wrist, poked it a few more times, then used it to snag your book off the ground, setting it on the coffee table. He then patted your legs to get you to lift them off of him. “Alright, I gotta go.”

Instead of letting him up, you sat up and knelt over his lap, knees on either side of his hips and arms around his shoulders.

“Or,” you suggested, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You could stay in tonight.”

Peter hooked his hands under your legs and stood up, making you squeal in surprise as he carried you to your bedroom.

Peter laid you sideways on the bed, crawling over you and pressing quick kisses from your collarbone up your neck. You were just reaching down to pull his shirt off when he reached your ear.

“I can’t,” he whispered, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead and hopped off the bed.

“That was mean!” you complained, sitting up and watching him pull his suit out of your cramped closet.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling his clothes off and suit on. Mask in hand, he walked back over to the bed where you were still pouting at him. “You know I can’t take a night off right now. Not with all those muggings going on in Charlestown. Plus,” he continued, tapping you on the nose with a finger, “you have a thesis to work on.”

“Uuuughh,” you groaned, throwing yourself back onto the bed. “I would so much rather have sex with you.”

“I know,” Peter laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you back up. “Three more weeks. Then we’re done and we can have all the sex you want.”

“All the sex I want?” you asked. Peter shook his head.

“I’m still not going to take you to the top of Trump Tower to defile it.”

“Fiiiiine.” You tugged on Peter’s hands to get him to lean down and kiss you again. After the soft peck, Peter held onto your hands, kneeling down in front of you and looking into your eyes.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, already catching onto Peter’s latest bullshit.

Lately, Peter had taken to getting onto one knee to ask you the dumbest things. Will you grab milk on your way home? Will you please order him a caramel macchiato with six shots of espresso and an extra pump of vanilla? Would you grab lunch with him between classes?

“Will you promise me you won’t wait up for me?” Peter asked, with all the sincerity of a real proposal. You rolled your eyes and continued to laugh.

“Yes, I promise,” you said, shoving on his shoulders playfully. “Go save some spiders.”

Peter pulled his mask on and headed to the window.

“Don’t stay up too late.”

“Only if you come home safe.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more.”

By 1 AM, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, and decided to call it a night. By 2 AM, Peter was sliding into bed next to you. You reached out your hand and put it on his shoulder like you always did, but this time you didn’t notice the blood seeping into the sheets.

At 5 AM, your alarm went off, blaring loudly until you managed to dig your phone out from the sheets and shut it off. Wanting to cry more and more with every passing moment that you were awake, you sat up and stretched. You scratched your leg, which was weirdly itchy, and felt something… flake off.

In a lot of confusion and a little panic, you flicked the lamp on your nightstand on and pulled the covers back, finding dried blood on your thigh. You pulled the covers back more and found that your sheets were soaked dark with blood, coming from somewhere underneath Peter.

Panic setting in fully now, you grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

“Peter, wake up!” You all but yelled at him, voice shaking. “Peter!”

“H- What-” Peter grabbed your hand and startled awake, eyes flicking around the room before settling on yours. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re bleeding!”

You were already crying. Between the exhaustion and the terror, it wasn’t a surprise that you’d become such a mess so fast.

Peter sat up quickly and looked down at his leg, running his hands along it and trying to see every spot he could. With your brain in the state that it was, you couldn’t make yourself do anything more than sit there and stare at him with your hands covering your mouth.

After a few moments of Peter checking himself over, his shoulders relaxed and he turned to you, taking your blood-stained hands in his and pulling them away from your mouth.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, squeezing your fingers. “Whatever it was, it’s all healed up now.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, sniffling.

“Positive.”

You let out a sigh of bone-weary relief, leaning into his shoulder and feeling his arms go around you.

“That scared the shit out of me,” you mumbled into his skin.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath and sat up again, resting a hand on his face and kissing him slowly.

“Go get in the shower,” you said. “I’ll take care of the sheets. And get us coffee.”

Peter kissed your cheek and stood up. You did your best to ignore his slight limp as he walked into the bathroom. With another sigh, you stood up and began pulling the sheets off the bed. You took them straight to the trash can, knowing that no amount of bleach could save them from that much blood.

As you were pouring two cups of coffee, you felt Peter come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You leaned back into him as he placed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“I’ll buy more sheets on my way home from class, okay?” he said, hugging you a little tighter.

“Mmkay,” you said, reaching up and carding your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a little while, just trying to enjoy whatever short time you got to spend with each other lately.

“I also have good news,” Peter said when you finally leaned away from him, unable to resist the aroma of the coffee any longer.

“What’s that?” you asked, handing him his mug and leaning back into the counter. Caffeine didn’t really do anything for Peter, but routine and familiarity did, so he shared morning coffee with you anyway.

“Tony wants to throw us a graduation party,” Peter told you.

“I love when Tony wants to pay for things,” you replied, sipping your coffee.

“It’ll be a black-tie event,” Peter continued, and your heart sank a little.

“I don’t own anything black-tie,” you said, and Peter grinned.

“I know,” he said, grabbing his wallet off of the counter and pulling out a heavy, black card. “That’s why I have his credit card.”

“I love when Tony wants to pay for things,” you said again.

You set your coffee onto the counter and went over to the couch, pulling your planner out of your bag and flipping to the current month.

“The only day that neither of us have class and I don’t work is… next Sunday,” you grimaced. “And my thesis is due at eight in the morning on Monday.”

“We can make that work,” Peter said, and you nodded, already penciling it in.

“Where do you even buy black-tie attire in Boston, anyway?” you wondered aloud.

“Uh… Tony said he wanted to set us up with personal shoppers at Barneys.”

“There’s a Barneys in Boston?”

“Uhm, maybe,” Peter said, seeming hesitant. “But Tony wants us to go to New York and get the full experience. Whatever that means.”

“New York?” you asked, incredulous and a little panicked again. “Peter, that’s a three and a half hour drive!”

“I know, I know, hear me out,” Peter said. “I’ll pick you up from work Saturday night and we’ll head straight there. We’ll spend the night with May, go shopping Sunday morning, and then you’ll have plenty of time to go over your thesis before Monday morning. Then you can sleep in, and we’ll come back that afternoon before your four-thirty class.”

You stared at your planner, already filled with pencil marks and notes. You couldn’t believe you had to block out forty hours for a shopping trip.

“Also Tony said he’d pay for gas.”

“He should fly us down in his dumb private jet,” you grumbled, filling in your calendar.

“I could probably arrange that,” Peter said, and you waved your hand.

“Between getting through security and finding a cab in the city it’ll take the same amount of time if we just drive.”

“That’s true.”

“Okay, I need more coffee and I need to go,” you said. “I need to be in my seat taking a test in…. 49 minutes, fuck.”

The week went by in a blur, just like the last few had been. By Saturday night you were almost grateful to be going to the city. At least May would cook for you and you would get to have something for dinner that wasn’t a microwave burrito.

Peter pulled up in your Mustang just as you were locking up, and you hopped in the passenger seat, immediately reaching into the backseat for your overnight bag.

As Peter began driving, you pulled out some pajama pants and a t-shirt, tugging off your work uniform as quickly as possible. You fucking hated khakis.

“Is it sad that this is the most naked I’ve seen you in almost a month?” Peter asked, glancing over at you in just your underwear as you struggled to get your pants on.

“Whose fault is that?” you replied. “I told you, any time you want, we can go up to Trump-”

“Okay!” Peter interrupted, turning up the music as you laughed.

You spent most of the drive working on homework, but as you got closer to the city and Peter began growing tired, you put it away. For the last hour you and Peter talked more than you had in several weeks, laughing and singing along to music and telling bad jokes back and forth. Even though you’d technically seen him every day, you realized that you had missed him. You’d missed just being with him. No homework, no Spider-duties. Just laughing.

And even though you had so much left to do, you had this moment to yourselves. For just a moment you felt your stress melt away and be replaced with pure, unadulterated joy. When Peter smiled at you and took your hand, you knew he felt the same way.

It was just nearing 2 AM when you pulled up to May’s apartment, and you and Peter let yourselves in quietly, heading straight to bed. You snuggled into him, feeling closer than you had in a while, and for the first time in weeks, drifted off to sleep with a smile.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of pancakes. Peter had gotten up before you for once, so you were sad to find the sheets empty.

You weren’t sad for long though, as Peter soon creaked the door open poking his head in.

“You up?” he asked softly.

“Hhhngdbjuh.” you replied, affirmative.

“May has breakfast ready.”

“Hmmmmminute.”

By the time you stumbled your way into the bathroom and back out, there was a plate of quiche and pancakes at the table for you, set next to a cup of coffee. You gave an awkward hug to May’s shoulders as you made your way to your seat, immediately reaching for you coffee.

“Thank you for breakfast, May,” you said, digging into the melt-in-your-mouth quiche. It was incredible, just like everything else that came out of May’s kitchen.

“Peter flipped the pancakes,” May said.

“And they didn’t end up on the other side of the kitchen? I’m so proud of you, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re such a bitch before your coffee,” Peter joked, and you laughed as May kicked his shin under the table.

When you were dressed and ready to leave for Barney’s, Peter grabbed his wallet and your hand, kneeling down and smiling up at you.

“Would you do me the honor of going shopping with me?” He asked as you laughed and tugged your hand away.

“Yes, now knock it off!” You said through your laughter. “What if May had seen you, you would have given her a heart attack!”

Peter just shrugged and led you out the door.

On your way to the store, you let yourself revel in the familiar sights, sounds, and smells of New York City. Even the crammed subway felt calming and familiar as you stood with one hand on the railing and the other in Peter’s.

Walking up Madison Avenue, you felt a strange combination of nerves and excitement. You kind of loved the idea of spending someone else’s money on extravagant things, but you also felt a little guilty about spending all that money on extravagant things. You tried to push it out of your head - this was a gift from Tony, and he could choose to spend his money however he wished.

Peter held the door open for you as you entered Barney’s and you were immediately greeted by two very stylish employees. They swept you away to their “consultation rooms” and began asking questions about what you thought you might like to wear. You and Peter had talked about it a little on the way there. He was going to get a classic black tux, and you were leaning toward a red dress. Black and red were MIT’s colors, after all.

You tried on a few different dresses that your shopper pulled for you, not really loving any of them. Eventually (long after Peter had picked out a tux) you found one you felt really good in. It felt stylish and classy and a little sexy, and you hoped Peter liked it as much as you did.

He must have, because when you stepped out of the room to show him, he looked you up and down and said “Yup, you’re getting that one. I have to go try on shoes.” And walked away.

When you went back into the changing room, your shopper said “I know a great pair of Louboutins that we have that would look amazing with this dress, let me go grab them.”

“Okay,” you said, swallowing. You had a general idea of what the average pair of Louboutins cost.

She wasn’t wrong, though. The shoes were amazing. She also helped you pick out a nice pair of earrings and a clutch. You never saw a price tag or a receipt. Everything was “added to Mr. Stark’s account” and would be delivered to May’s apartment that afternoon.

“Why did you get all weird and walk away when I showed you that dress?” You asked Peter on the way home.

“Because if I looked at you in it any longer I was going to pop a boner,” Peter shrugged, and you laughed so hard you cried a little.

You spent the rest of your day on May’s couch, headphones on, laptop open, notes spread around you, and coffee nearby as you perfected your thesis paper. You didn’t move except for bathroom breaks and fifteen minutes to eat dinner. Peter, the ever-patient and wonderful boyfriend that he was, kept your mug full and periodically reminded you to drink some water as well.

You didn’t pay attention to anything else for almost sixteen hours. You couldn’t. Every word in every sentence in every paragraph had to be perfect. Every statement had to be fact-checked and cross-referenced. You couldn’t stop until the minute you turned it in.

When you finally crawled into bed, just as the sun was beginning to rise, you felt both anxiety and relief. You were asleep before you were able to pull the covers up.

At some point you were vaguely aware of Peter kissing your forehead and telling you he was making a Starbucks run, but you fell so deeply back into your sleep that you never realized it took him nearly an hour and a half to get back.

Your last week of college was a whirlwind of turning in projects, working, taking exams, and packing up your apartment. You’d never been so truly, deeply exhausted in your life. You knew you’d lost a little weight simply from not having the time to eat.

As you exited the building after your last exam, the sun was shining and your wonderful, wonderful boyfriend was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and he shouted “You did it!” as you ran into his arms. He lifted you into the air and spun you around in a circle.

“I did it!” you repeated when he set you down, handing you the flowers. You took them and rolled your eyes as he got down on one knee, putting both hands over his heart.

“Would you make me the luckiest man on the planet and let me take you out to dinner?” he asked.

“Stop it!” you laughed. “Someone’s going to think you’re actually proposing!”

Peter pouted dramatically and stood up. “Is that a no?”

“Oh my god, I’ll go to dinner with you, stop being… the way you are.”

“Got it, I’ll be a total and complete asshole for the rest of my life.”

“So what are you going to change, the- hey! Don’t tickle me!”

You went to your favorite diner and had your first full meal since you’d gotten back from May’s. When you were stuffed and just picking at the remainder of your fries, you felt the exhaustion start to kick in again.

“Hey, babe?” you asked, feeling your brain start to lose focus.

“Yeah?”

“Can we go home and take a nap?”

“Yes, please.”

And so you did just that, flopping together onto your mattress and relaxing. You both slept through the night and into the next morning, despite your plans to pack and Peter’s plan to do Spidey things. Clearly you both needed the sleep though, because neither of you woke up until after 9 AM.

When you finally peeled your eyes open and found your phone, you groaned at the clock. Technically, you hadn’t missed anything that needed to be done, but you still felt like you’d wasted a lot of time.

You reached over and put a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Peter. Babe. Peter. Peter.”

“Huwassat?”

“It’s like… morning.”

And thus started another week of trying to keep your shit together. You finished up your last few days at your job while Peter finished his last class. You packed up your apartment. You finally had sex for the first time in five weeks.

Your commencement ceremony came and went in a blur of speeches, sweating in your gown, hugging your classmates, thanking your professors, hugging your family, and feeling all eyes on your group as you left with Tony Stark.

“They ask me to speak every year,” he explained when he arrived unexpectedly. “This is the only time I’ve ever wanted to come.”

Peter was very touched by that.

Tony took Peter, May, you, and your family out to dinner, and then it was back to the apartment to finish packing and cleaning. You moved back to New York in the morning.

Of course, the day after you moved was the party.

After getting everything down to New York, you brought everything inside and started unpacking as quickly as you could. Thank god Peter had super-strength, or you didn’t know how you would’ve gotten some of those boxes inside.

You had your shared playlist playing from your speaker on the windowsill as you sorted through box after box. It was a little annoying that unpacking was way faster than packing had been.

Now I’ve….had the time of my life….

“Oh, baby, we have to dance!”

You smiled. Peter only ever called you ‘baby’ when this song was playing, or right after you’d caught Dirty Dancing playing on TV.

“We don’t have time,” you argued, though you did let him spin you once.

“We have all the time in the world!” Peter retorted, grabbing your hips and trying to get you to sway with him. You smiled again and pecked him on the lips.

“We really don’t,” you said. And you weren’t lying. Tomorrow night was your super-fancy graduation party and then you started your new job on Monday.

You didn’t have time to dance, but as the song went on, you decided you at least had time for a jump.

“I love you,” Peter said, smiling as he set you down.

“I love you more.”

The next morning you met up with May at a nearby salon and got your hair done, then you grabbed a light lunch and went to the nail salon. You felt like you were going to high school prom all over again.

You went back to your apartment and steamed your dress, ridding it of any wrinkle it had acquired during the move. A few minutes before a car was supposed to arrive to pick you up, you stepped into it carefully, having Peter help you zip it up.

His eyes trailed up and down your body as you stepped back.

“I really, really just want to take that dress right back off you,” he said. You smiled, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you grabbed his chin and kissed him. You loved how wanted he made you feel.

“You look pretty good yourself,” you said, tugging on the lapel of his jacket. His hands fell to your waist and he pulled you close to his body, kissing you deeply. He kissed you until your back was against the wall and his knee was between yours.

Eventually Peter broke the kiss, breathing a little heavily and leaning his forehead against yours.

“We don’t have time for this,” he said.

“No, we don’t,” you agreed. Peter pecked your nose.

“Fix your lipstick.”

When the car came and Peter held the door for you as you slid in. With every mile you drove you became more nervous. This was the biggest you-centered event you had ever had. Tony said there were around two hundred people on the guest list. And that was after he had trimmed it down. You didn’t even know two hundred people.

Peter held your hand during the drive and every step into the venue. You could tell he was nervous, too. Tony wasn’t there when you got there - he was never on time to his own parties, let alone early - but Happy and May were. Employees of the venue were finishing last minute set-up.

“There’s a fucking ice sculpture,” you whispered, staring at the giant beaver that you assumed was supposed to represent MIT’s mascot.

It wasn’t long until guests started to filter in, heading to the bar to grab a drink for cocktail hour before dinner. You mingled as best you could, introducing yourself to people you’d never heard of and embracing your family and friends. You lost Peter for a little bit, and you tried to smile and nod your way through conversations with several talented, successful, beautiful people. You probably explained your major to seventy-five different strangers.

Finally, dinner was served and you found your boyfriend again.

“Ellen Degeneres is at our freaking graduation party,” you whispered to him as you sat down.

“I know.”

“How the hell did that happen?”

“I don’t know.”

Throughout dinner there were a few toasts made in your honor. Tony made a lovely speech about Peter beginning his internship with Stark Industries at just 14 years old, and how in the time since he’s become nothing less than family to Tony. By the end of it, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

When all six courses of your meal were through, you were really starting to feel overwhelmed by the event. There were so many people, and you weren’t even allowed to get drunk to cope with that. Well, you probably could get drunk, but you weren’t going to risk embarrassing yourself in front of all these people you could potentially work for in the future. Or who could work for you. Or Ellen Degeneres.

So you tapped twice on Peter’s wrist (his cue to follow you in a few minutes) and stepped into the hall where the bathrooms were. When Peter met you out there he took your hand in his.

“There’s a playground across the street,” Peter said. “Wanna go get some fresh air?”

You nodded and Peter led you out a side door so you wouldn’t be caught ditching your own party, if only for a few minutes. You hurried across the road and wandered into the playground, empty at such a late hour.

There was a tall tower structure right in the middle that you really, really wanted to climb.

“I’m having a really hard time not climbing that tower,” Peter said, making you smile.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

“So lets do it!”

Peter started up the ladder without hesitation, but you knew there was no way you’d be able to make it up there without losing a shoe, so you carefully stepped out of them and then followed him up.

“Oh good,” Peter said when you reached the top. “You’re not an extra three inches taller anymore.”

“I like those shoes,” you pouted.

“And I like when I don’t have to give you a foot rub at night because you gave yourself cramps and blisters.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

You leaned against the railing of the tower, looking out across the street at your party that was still in full-swing. You knew you’d have to go back before things started to die down so you could say goodbye to your guests, but you figured you had a couple minutes to yourselves.

Peter stood behind you, arms around your waist and head on your shoulder. The silence was comfortable and calming, broken only by the occasional passing car. You leaned into Peter’s embrace, enjoying the quiet after weeks of chaos. Life would never move slow when you lived in New York City and had a superhero for a boyfriend, so you had to learn to appreciate these small moments.

“Are you ready to go back?” Peter asked after a handful of minutes had passed. .

“Yeah, I suppose so,” you replied, gathering your skirt to turn around.

“Okay,” Peter said, and you watched as he began a now familiar motion.

“Peter, don’t mess up your tux- yes, I’ll go back to the party with you, you don’t have to-”

Peter grabbed your hand, and when you looked down into his eyes, something was different. There wasn’t playful laughter there, but serious sincerity. Your mouth went dry.

“The last two and a half years with you have been better than I ever could have imagined,” Peter said. Your heart was thundering in your ears. “Doing what I do, I never expected to meet someone who was willing to- to put up with that. To support me. You have been the best support I could have asked for. No one makes me laugh harder. No one is more patient with me. No one makes me feel more loved.”

You squeezed Peter’s hand with your shaking one.

“If you’ll let me,” Peter continued, “I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel just as happy, supported, and loved.”

Peter fumbled into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a box, laughing at himself a little as he struggled to flip it open with his thumb. You weren’t laughing.

“Will you-”

“Yes.”

Peter smiled brightly. “I haven’t even asked you yet.”

“Sorry. I’m the worst. Go ahead.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

Peter stood up and wrapped his arms around you kissing you and brushing the tear off your cheek. He pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. Then you grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him again. You felt like your heart was about to explode out of your body.

“I love you,” Peter said against your lips.

“I love you more.”

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