#um anyway i drew this to get him made into a keychain and he turned out soooo cute

[thatnununguy]

kid named balls

[beelsnack]

When MC Gives The Obey Me! Boys a Present

Lucifer: The Eldest had always been an early riser. Honestly, he wasn’t fully convinced that this habit hadn’t been the real reason behind his moniker “Morning Star.” Although there was no sun in the Devildom, and therefore no sunrise, he still liked the idea of sitting by the grand window in the living room with a cup of coffee, watching the sky change from inky black to a dusty lavender. He would steal this few precious moments of peace while everyone was still asleep.

Well, almost everyone.

It was common for the human to get up early as well. On occasion, his brothers would keep them up with some ridiculous scheme that tired them out, but almost every morning the human joined Lucifer for coffee. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy having them to himself.

“Good morning.” they smiled as they entered the dining room. Their hands were clasped behind their back, and Lucifer regarded them with a raised eyebrow.

“Good morning. And whatever could you be hiding there?”

Suddenly shy, they kept their gaze on the cup of coffee Lucifer had poured for them. “Um, well...uh...” they cleared their throat, bringing their arms to their front to reveal what they were holding.

Lucifer studied the little box curiously. It was plain and black, made of velvet and looked like it came from a high end store. Well, now wasn’t that interesting?

Swallowing, the human pushed it towards him, quickly hiding their expression behind their coffee. “I-It’s for you. I didn’t want to give you it with everyone else around.”

“Oh?” he couldn’t help the quirk of his lips. “Don’t tell me you brought me something scandalous.”

“No!” they exclaimed. “Of course not, I just - it would - just open it, will you?”

He chuckled lowly. “As you wish.”

All teasing remarks died on his tongue as he opened the box. Nestled inside was a brooch, a brilliant ruby surrounded by delicate obsidian in a lace-like pattern. The gem caught the light and shone beautifully, and Lucifer was at a loss for words.

“You’ve been so kind to me.” the human’s voice, soft with sincerity, drew his gaze from the brooch. “I wanted to thank you. Asmo dragged me out shopping the other day, and I saw that. I had money left over from working at the bookstore, and I thought...”

They trailed off, flushing nearly as red as the brooch. Gently, Lucifer removed it from it’s box and affixed it to his uniform.

“I like it.” he smiled, catching their hand as they set down their cup. He brought their knuckles to his lips, watching as they squirmed. “I shall wear it with pride.”

Mammon: The human world was an exciting place. It had been a while since he dared to pop up in the mortal realm, afraid that one of the witches would catch wind of his presence and track him down. But the human had been wanting to take a visit to their world for a while, and someone had to make sure they didn’t get themselves mauled.

(Mammon was absolutely weak against the power of the human’s puppy-dog eyes and would probably throw himself into an active volcano if they pouted at him enough.)

After hours of exploring all the nooks and crannies the city had to offer, they eventually wandered into a coffee shop. After ordering their drinks - paid for by the human, of course - they tucked themselves into a table in the corner by the window.

“Man, I’m tired.” Mammon groaned, slumping back in his seat. “Followin’ you around all day is exhausting.”

They laughed. “Sorry. Maybe this will make up for it?”

They reached into the shopping bag at their feet and pulled out two little boxes. After carefully examining each one, they nodded to themselves and placing one of the boxes in front of him.

“What is this?” he tilted his head, picking the box up and shaking it. Something rattled inside.

“A blind box!” they grinned. “Remember those keychains we bought with Satan and Lucifer? These are from the same series, but their little figures. You don’t know what one you get until you open it.”

“Ehhh? Man, you humans are creative little things, aren’t ya?” he looked at the side of the box that had all of his options. “Aw, man, these are all the mythical creatures, aren’t they? Where’d you snag these, anyway? And when?”

“In the game shop, when you were trying to win the demo.”

“Hey, no one told me it wasn’t winnable, a’ight?”

The human shrugged. “Whatever. The sign for these things said ‘test your luck,’ and it reminded me of you, so I bought them.”

Mammon always did love a gamble. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s crack these bad boys open!”

Mammon basically tore the box apart. He ripped open the little plastic bag and a small plastic figure of a dragon tumbled out. It was even breathing fire!

“Hey, check out what I got! Betcha it’s cooler than yours, huh?”

When he looked up, the human was holding the exact same figure.

“Looks like we got our matching things after all!”

He felt his cheeks heat up, and he might have laughed just a bit too loud as he straightened up. “Look at that! How about it, human? Do you feel honored to be matching the Great Mammon?”

The bright grin they sent his way made his heart flutter a little bit. “Of course. I have to match with my first man, don’t I?”

Levi: He kept checking the time on his D.D.D. The stream was going to start any minute! Maybe they decided that didn’t want to watch it with him after all? Maybe they had just been screwing with him in the first place. They probably - 

KNOCK KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCK

“Levi, it’s me!”

He sat in surprise for a moment before he realized that he had to actually let them in. He scrambled over to the door, squaring his shoulders and taking a few deep breaths to try and appear cool before he opened the door.

“Where were you? The stream’s starting soon!”

“Sorry, sorry!” the followed him into his room, kicking the door shut behind them. “I couldn’t remember where I put it, I was tearing apart my room looking for it, of course it was in my desk drawer - “

“What are you talking about?” the human had a tendency to babble if left unchecked. Now that his heart rate had returned to normal, Levi noticed the thin piece of cardboard that they were holding.

“Oh, right, sorry!” Levi really wanted the human to stop apologizing for everything, but didn’t know how to say it without sounding like a dick.

They held up the mystery item for Levi to see. “Last time I was in the human world, I picked these up! They’re cool, right?”

Attached to the cardboard were two black-corded wrap-around bracelets. Both were decorated with a pixelated heart, one saying “Player One,” the other saying “Player Two.”

Well, so much for a normal heart rate.

“I - you - what - a-are you sure you want to wear something like this. With - with me?”

Levi didn’t want to think about how soft and kind the human’s face looked when they took back the cardboard and began taking the bracelets off. They remained silent as they handed the Player One bracelet to him. His hands were shaking as they dropped it in his palm.

“I don’t want to wear it with anyone else.”

Satan: No matter what he did, Satan always ended up losing his bookmarks. They got lost in books that he had forgotten he had, accidentally thrown away when he cleaned off his desk, he definitely saw a cat steal one and just couldn’t bring himself to take their new toy from them. Every time he turned around, a bookmark had gone missing. 

He was in the middle of searching for one - he absolutely refused to dog-ear the pages, he might as well rip the page out - when he heard the door to his room open. “Satan? Are you in here?”

He couldn’t help the small smile. The human was probably the only one in the house he didn’t want to punch in the face. “Up here.” he called.

The human began climbing the spiral staircase that led up to his bedroom proper. He still couldn’t find a bookmark, so he was forced to turn the small paperback over and rest it on the desk. He could practically hear the spine breaking and wanted to cringe.

“What’s up? I thought you were going shopping today.”

“I already did.” they were holding a small bag in there hands. “I couldn’t really find anything I liked, no matter what Asmo made me try on. But! I found something for you!”

Satan blinked as they handed him the bag. “Really? For me?”

“Mhm!” they looked quite pleased with themself. “Go on, open it!”

He reached into the bag and plucked out it’s contents. “A...what is this?”

It was made out of metal, shaped like a dagger with a green stone (there was no way it was real emerald) decorated the hilt. He moved it around in his hand, and felt it bend. It was a similar shape to a paperclip.

“It’s a bookmark.” the human grinned. “It clips onto the page, and the top part here sticks out so you don’t forget you have it in there! It’s just something litle, but I remembered you complaining about how you’re bookmarks always disappear, so..yeah.”

They lost a little bit of steam when Satan just continued to stare at them. “...You don’t like it?”

“Of course I like it.” he replied. “I’m just shocked you remembered something trivial I said weeks ago.”

Expression turning sheepish, they shrugged. “I guess I just have a good memory.”

Satan hummed, leaning down to press their foreheads together. “That you do. Thank you.”

Asmo: The best part of taking a long, luxurious bath was putting on his favorite bathrobe. It was soft and fluffy and felt like a cloud against his skin. And it always sent a little shiver up his spine as it was sliding off to reveal - 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Ugh. Someone always had to interrupt, didn’t they? His beauty routine was terribly intricate, and there would be hell to pay if he broke out.

“Asmo? Can I come in?”

...Okay, this was an acceptable interruption.

“Of course, darling, door’s open!” he briefly contemplated leaving his robe untied before deciding against it. Undressing was part of the fun.

The human stepped into his room, arms laden with shopping bags.”I wanted to show you what I got!”

“Ooh, yes!” he beamed. “Show me, show me!”

They set their bags down on the bed, digging through the bags to decide what to show him first. Asmo sat at his vanity, watching them search. They’re eyes lit up like jewels when they found what they were looking for.

“Ta-da!” they produced a length of dark magenta fabric. It looked soft, and caught the light in a way that made it shimmer. A silk scarf.

“Oh, isn’t that lovely?” he crooned, standing up to run his fingers delicately over it. “And so soft, too! What a find, darling!”

“So you like it?” the human asked. Asmo hummed, nodding. He couldn’t stop feeling the scarf. Silk always felt good against the skin ~

“Good! Because I bought it for you.”

He paused mid-stroke, bringing his eyes up to look at them. “Eh?”

“I saw it at the store,” they placed the delicate fabric fully in Asmo’s hands. “And I thought that the color would look sooo good on you. It was the last one, too, so I snatched it up.”

“Oh, aren’t you a treasure!” he wrapped his arms around the human and damn near squeezed the life out of them. “You know me so well! But, you know...”

He slipped the scarf around their waist and used it to pull them flush against him. 

“I can think of a couple different uses for silk.”

Beelzebub: There would be a world of trouble if they got caught. But you wouldn’t know that at all just by watching the human. They hummed to themself as they mixed the ingredients, like this was normal cooking duty instead of an emergency late-night food run.

Beel felt kind of bad. Not only did he ruin their bedroom over custard, he woke them up in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare. And instead of being angry with him like they should be, they offered to make him cake.

“You don’t have to. You can go back to bed.” he mumbled. Despite the cheerful expression they wore, he could tell they were tired. 

They turned around, pointing their spoon at him accusingly. “No, I can’t. I just put the cake in the oven.

“But...”

“Besides,” they shrugged, turning around to put the dishes in the sink. “I’ve been wanting to try out a new recipe for a while. What better way to shake of a nightmare than taste-testing, right?”

Beel had never heard that one before, but he wasn’t going to argue. Instead, he just folded his arms on the table and rested his head on top of them, watching the human work. “Can we call this nightmare cake?”

“No, that sounds like it’ll taste bad.”

“I’m calling it nightmare cake.”

They wrinkled their nose at him, and he couldn’t resist reaching out and giving them a little nose boop.

“Thanks. I’ll bet this is going to be better than any store bought cake.”

Belphegor: Honestly, he was trying to do his assignments. He had actually missed going to classes while he had been locked in the attic, and he was already on thin ice with Diavolo. But he was so sleepy...

A knock at his door jolted him awake. Damn, he dozed off again.

“Yeah?” he called, rubbing at his eye.

“Can I come in?” 

Oh. The human. “Yeah, door’s open.”

They stepped into the room and immediately zeroed in on him. “Did you fall asleep on your homework again?”

He lolled his head back without turning around in his desk chair to look at them upside down. “No.”

“Then why do you have ink on your cheek?”

“It’s a fashion statement.”

They raised an eyebrow. “What are you supposed to be stating?”

“...That I fell asleep while doing homework.”

Belphie didn’t want to admit how much he liked the human’s laugh. So, he focused on something else. “What do you have there?”

“Oh!” apparently, they had forgotten what they were holding. “There was one of those crane games at the arcade, and I won this!”

Belphie straightened up and turned around. They were holding a plush toy shaped like a black ram. It was kind of cute.

“It kind of reminded me of you, so here!” they held it out to him, but he only looked at them quizzically.

“Why did it remind you of me?”

“The horns, mostly.”

Upon closer inspection, those did look like his horns. “Huh. Yeah, okay, I see it.”

The human thrust the plushie out again, and this time, he took it. It was really soft and cuddly. He could definitely imagine falling asleep with this. But...

“Hey!” the human yelped as Belphie stood and shoved the plushie in their face. “If you don’t like it you can just say so!”

“I want it to smell like you.” he drawled. “So I can think about you before I go to sleep.”

“So you try to suffocate me with it?!”

Truthfully, Belphie just didn’t want them to see him blush when he muttered, “Thanks for the gift. I really like it.”

[bitch-ass-bangtan]

The one about how you met.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3k

A/N: ay yo figured I could share my writings for once instead of just writing it and then never looking at it again like I normally do, hah. Anyways, enjoy some good ‘ol fluffy Yoongi. I wrote this at 3 am and never bothered to edit because I figured I would lose it between all the other stories but guess who just played themselves? And to be honest I can’t really be bothered to edit now because I’m lazy lmao. Also, please message me I have 0 ARMY friends and I want some to cry share all the memes with because oml.

Yoongi watched from where he was sat at his desk, smiling contently, as you slept peacefully on the sofa in his studio. An overwhelmingly sickening feeling of love and luck coursing through his veins. His stomach turned as he realised just how lucky he was to have found someone so pure, so beautiful, so content with just being with him. He slowly drank in every bit of you from the way your hair was sprawled out over the back of the armrest, to the way your arm was thrown over that same armrest, slightly covering your face. He smiled slightly as he heard you sigh contently in your sleep.

Yoongi didn’t realise how long he had been staring until his computer screen went black, indicating he hadn’t touched his mouse or keyboard in at least fifteen minutes. He didn’t even bother to get it to light back up, nor did he take the time to close it down properly like he know should do. He just simply stood up and sauntered over to the sofa. His heart hammered in his chest, the overwhelming feelings not fading in the slightest. In fact, they seemed to intensify with every step he took towards your sleeping form.

In the single year you had been in his life things had changed for him. He never knew how much impact a love interest could have, only knowing the incredibly romanticized version of the movies he would sometimes watch. The ones he would always deny to have seen whenever he was asked about it. But here you were, sleeping soundly on his sofa, and her he was, heart hammering against his ribcage at the reality of him having you here.

As soon as he was in reach he stuck out his arm, the back of his hand softly caressing your cheek as he crouched down next to your sleeping form. His touch seemed to have tickled as you scrunched your face and turned away from him, your body fully turning so that you were on your side. Your face was pressed into the back cushion of the sofa and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Yoongi smiled, not even bothered by you turning away in the slightest. He knew he should wake you, get you to bed, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so quit yet.

He enjoyed the peace and tranquillity that coated the room like a thick blanket. Completely silent apart from your heavy breathing.

He looked at your back, his eyes resting on the exposed skin of your lower back where your- or in all fairness his- hoodie had risen up slightly. Once again Yoongi couldn’t help himself as he reached out to touch the exposed skin. It was cool under his warm touch and he smiled slightly at the goose bumps that appeared as he ghosted his nails over your skin.

His mind drifted once again as he absentmindedly drew patterns. He thought back to how you met. Your wide eyes, a bit anxious and full of wonder, still fresh in his mind as you took in him and his bandmates. At first he had thought you were a fan, stunned by seeing them in person, but as you stuttered out for your manager to come and help you he realised the only reason you were so shocked was because Namjoon had spoken to you in Korean and you –at the time- didn’t speak a word of it. Namjoon had apologized profusely, none of the boys realising you didn’t speak their language, and you had just smiled politely before telling him not to worry about it.

It had peaked his interest. He had wanted to know why you were working in Korea when you clearly didn’t speak a word of Korean. Hell, you didn’t even know how to greet someone in the language.

So, the next day, after Yoongi had left his room key in his room and closed the door by accident he found it a good enough reason to saunter back to the hotel lobby. He had felt so dumb as he slowly walked up to the desk, his cheeks slightly tinted pink as you were the only one there and he had to test his English abilities without help of his friend Namjoon.

You had greeted him with a smile, asking him how you could help him, and Yoongi had stuttered. Slight panic was evident on his face as he pondered over his words.

“I- um, I left my keys.” He nodded firmly, confirming to himself that it was in fact a solid English sentence. However you had frowned at him.

“You mean you lost them?” You questioned.

Yoongi shook his head. No, if he had lost them he wouldn’t know where they were.

“It’s in my-uhm.. room.” Proud of yet another sentence he met your eyes.

You smiled brightly at him, amusement radiating off of you as you nodded.

“Do you want a new set or do you want me to walk up with you to unlock your door?”

Yoongi had lost you there. He had no clue what you just had said, the words had flown out your mouth way too quickly, so he just sheepishly stood there.

“Yes?” he tried, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

This time you couldn’t help it as you let out a small laugh.

“I’ll just walk with you to unlock it, then,” you nodded.

Yoongi smiled at you as you made your way from behind the desk. Your master key card was hanging from a keychain around your belt and you tapped it in confirmation.

“What room were you in again?” you asked, leading the way to the elevator. Yoongi followed you, stumbling over his feet as caught up to you.

“Uh- one, five, three, nine?” He really hoped he had the correct translation to the numbers, otherwise this would turn out to be an even more awkward experience. And if he was honest, he really wasn’t looking forward to that, especially not at 1:15 in the morning.

Yoongi watched as you pressed the button for the elevator to come down. He kept a respectful distance, his eyes studying your movements.

The elevator dinged as its doors opened and both you and Yoongi got in. You went to press for the number 15 but Yoongi had beat you to it, resulting in an awkward touch of hands and an even more awkward elevator ride.

Yoongi cleared his throat as he folded his hands together, looking up at the ceiling. He was silently praying for God to end his misery already.

The doors to the elevator closed and the ride up begun.

Yoongi couldn’t stand the tension in the small space and cleared his throat again, desperately searching for a way to start up conversation. If only he had studied harder with his English, he thought.

“Why-,” he started, grabbing your attention, “Why you in Korea?”

You smiled at him, his attempt to speak English endearing you.

“Adventure,” you had simply shrugged, and it had peaked a whole new interest on Yoongi’s part.

“You learn Korean?” Yoongi, even though he still felt awkward, felt his ego grow as he realised he was having a conversation in another language. The boys would never believe him when he’d tell them.

“I want to, yes,” you smiled, trying to keep you sentences short so he wouldn’t be overwhelmed with foreign words.

“Maybe I can teach!” he smiled happily. You smiled back, his smile was contagious. Eyes crinkled and cheeks puffy.

“Maybe,” you mused.

The elevator dinged, indicating you had reached the right floor, and this time it was Yoongi who led you through the corridor. He stopped in front of his door and waited patiently for you to unlock it.

“Thank you,” he smiled, nodding at you.

“You’re welcome,” you had smiled back.

The two of you had stood there rather awkwardly, simply just smiling at each other, before you cleared your throat.

“Well, have a good night, sir.” You spoke politely before turning around. Yoongi didn’t reply, as he didn’t know how, and just watched your retreating form until you rounded the corner.

He pursed his lips, biting the inside of his cheeks as he entered his room. He really wished he could have spoken more to you.

After that it had become a habit for Yoongi to leave his key in his room, but only when he knew for certain you were at the front desk. Every night he would saunter down to the lobby with a sheepish smile and a little shrug.

By the third night you had caught on to his little act, but you didn’t say a word about it as you both stepped into the elevator.

On the fourth night you had surprised Yoongi by asking how he was doing in Korean. Your foreign tongue was evident, but Yoongi had been so impressed by it that he answered without even thinking about it. You had chuckled sheepishly as you told him you weren’t able to understand his replies yet, and Yoongi had laughed loudly at that.

On the fifth night Yoongi came down you were already waiting for him. You had grinned at him, waving your key card, and he just grinned back shook his head in response. You were surprised when he threw a bag of snacks onto the marble top of the front desk. He leaned on the marble surface with his elbows and smiled sweetly.

“I would take you out on a date but you’re working so this is the next best thing.”

His English had been so perfectly that you were rendered speechless. For a second you were convinced his entire broken English thing had been an act. But Yoongi had smiled as he opened up the bag.

“I practise that all day,” he had stated proudly, holding out the bag for you to grab some chips.

You had smiled brightly, a slight blush on your face. You couldn’t believe he had been practising just to talk to you and it made you feel special.

“So this is a date now, huh?” you asked, leaning forward in your seat.

Yoongi simply nodded, not even questioning whether you were okay with it. He figured if you weren’t you would have told him.

“Cool.”

On the sixth night Yoongi came down, but he wasn’t alone. Namjoon had caught on to what he was doing and was adamant to come down with him to make sure Yoongi would be too embarrassed to  do it again.

You were slightly confused as you saw the two of them together, Namjoon dragging towards the front desk Yoongi by his arm.

“Hi! Sorry to bother you but Sugahyung seemed to enjoy his midnight adventures so much that I just wanted to join and see for myself!” The tall man had smiled brightly.

You had been too taken aback by his appearance and behaviour that you completely failed to see Yoongi shaking his head with pleading eyes.

“Sugahyung?” You questioned, choosing to focus on just a tiny bit of his sentence.

Namjoon smiled brightly, letting go of Yoongi’s arm, and nodded.

“It’s what we call Yoongi, but anyways; so what do you guys do? I find it hard to believe it’s talking.”

The silent jab by Namjoon made you frown and look at Yoongi for the first time in a while. He just looked at you guiltily as he grabbed his elbow and pushed his arms into his chest. You instantly felt sorry for him just by looking at him.

“We speak a lot, actually,” you shrugged looking back at Namjoon.

The tall boys eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Really? How?” He questioned, his smug and annoying attitude faltering for a second. It was only just a second, though, because Namjoon quickly remembered why he had come down here in the first place.

“Anyways, Yoongi-hyung keeps falling asleep during the day because he thinks his night time adventures are more important than our careers, care to tell him anything about that?”

You just frowned and shook your head.

“Namjoon, please,” Yoongi felt ashamed as he begged his friend to back off.

Namjoon turned to Yoongi fully and shook his head at the uncomfortable looking man.

“No, you have to understand that wasting your sleep just to get some ass is not the way things work!”

Yoongi looked shocked, eyeing you and praying you didn’t understand a word they were saying.

“Stop, that’s not what we do,” Yoongi spoke, his voice weirdly monotonous for the argument they were having.

“Right,” Namjoon nodded with a scoff, “you two talk.”

At this point you had had enough, the initial shock had worn off and you really didn’t like the way the dude was talking to Yoongi as if the poor man was 5 years old.

“Look, excuse me,” you started, catching both of their attention. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I would really appreciate it if you’d act like an adult here, we don’t want to scare away our clientele now, do we?”

Your voice was sickly sweet, the typical customer-service voice, as you smiled at Namjoon. The man looked around before looking at you like you were insane.

“There is literally no one here.”

You just simply shrugged, “My lobby, my rules.”

Now it was Namjoon who was taken aback.

The corner of your mouth quirked up at the fact you finally got to quote Mr. Mosby before you looked at Yoongi. He just mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again as he looked at your completely mortified. You just smiled calmly at him, wishing you could fix this situation for him.

“Look, just tell him to stop coming down here after 10 at night, or something,” Namjoon all but whined.

“Once again I’m sorry sir, but I am not mister Min Yoongi’s mother.”

Namjoon just scoffed as he looked between you and Yoongi, the latter not being able to hide a small smirk at how worked up you had gotten his friend. It was quite impressive if he was being honest.

“Please, it’s nothing personal,” Namjoon tried again.

“I think mister Min Yoongi is very capable of making his own decisions, sir,” you nodded with a polite smile.

“Oh, drop the act!” Namjoon cried out. “No need to use the customer-service voice on me.”

You just smiled, not giving the man a single inch.

“Fine,” the tall man huffed, “have it your way, then.”

He stomped off towards the elevator and Yoongi looked at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry for this,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled brightly at him and shook your head.

The seventh night you hadn’t expected Yoongi, and you couldn’t blame him either. But when the elevator dinged at 2 AM and a smiling Yoongi stepped out you couldn’t contain your smile.

“Second date, huh?” you questioned as he neared the front desk.

Yoongi smiled brightly, his eyes turning into slits, and nodded before throwing a new bag of snacks on the marble counter.

“If you still want, yes,” he spoke, his smile faltering slightly.

You snorted and without a reply ripped open the bag, causing Yoongi to smile brightly yet again. If the single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened in his life didn’t scare you away he had a good feeling about it.

“You learned new Korean?” he questioned, popping one of the sweets into his mouth. Both of you choosing to not mention the previous night as you fell in conversation with each other.

Yoongi cringed at the memory of that faithful night where Namjoon had acted like some psycho father. It had taken a whole lot convincing on his end for you to start liking Namjoon once the dates you two had turned into something more serious.

Right now, though, he was happy with the way you liked his bandmates. You all got along greatly and he wouldn’t wish to change things for the world. It was very important to Yoongi to be able to share his entire life, his highs and lows, with you. And BTS was a part of that. A huge part.

The fact that your Korean had gotten better to the point where he hardly even needed to speak English anymore filled him with pride. You were so smart, and beautiful, and loving, and funny, and persisted in learning Korean just so you could talk with his parents when you met them, and he was completely whipped; but he couldn’t give a shit about it.

Yoongi’s hand ghosted through your hair and you whined softly, alerting the man that you were waking up.

As you turned your body towards him, stretching in the process, and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. You smiled back tiredly, your face scrunching up as your supressed a yawn.

“Hey,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again.

“Come on, it’s late, we should go to bed,” he mumbled, his hand stroking through your hair again.

You sighed, enjoying his touch, and nodded. The sofa was comfortable, but it was nothing compared to Yoongi’s bed.

“I love you,” you stated lazily, still not moving and eyes closed.

You suddenly felt his lips touch your own as he captured you in a kiss that made you feel so incredibly loved you almost cried. When Yoongi pulled back you opened your eyes to stare up at him with big eyes.

“I love you, too,” Yoongi smiled, his eyes looking into your own.

You reached out to touch his face, a smile breaking through on your own. Yoongi leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek. You pulled him back down for another kiss, your arm wrapping around Yoongi’s neck while the other grabbed his sweater.

Yoongi chuckled through his nose at your response and pulled you up, never once breaking the kiss until you were stood up straight. As he pulled away you whined softly, missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Let’s go to bed,” Yoongi spoke lowly, a tiny smile gracing his lips.

“Yeah, let’s.”

[dreamuponamovie-old]

Audition

Prompt by writers-are-writers

Pairing: Penny Forrester/Hiro Hamada

Genre: Angst with a happy ending (??)

Synopsis: Penny is consoled by a boy she hardly knows.

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Penny drew long lines in the dirt with a stick. She was sitting by her lonesome in a small park, with the bare minimum of a small playground structure, swings, and a sandbox. The rest of the space was filled with fake grass or dirt, boring and bland. It took the life out of the space.

The vision came back. The hot stage lights, empty audience chairs, a lone director down front, chattering of kids on the wings but loneliness on an open stage.

“Penny, honey, you’re an amazing actress, but you’re just too bland for this role. You take the life out of this happy, musical scene.”

She smiled politely and nodded with grace. “Thank you for letting me audition.”

She couldn’t keep her gracefully content face any longer. The little tears dripped gently from her eyes and her breath was becoming limited. The tears dripped onto the dirt and made dark spots. She kicked dry dirt over them so no one would see. As she tried to calm herself, the tears flowed faster and faster out of her eyes. She was becoming anxious about anyone seeing her, despite the park being completely empty.

Penny tucked her hand into her sleeve and wiped her tears away, taking long, deep breaths. Her eyes stung with pain, reminding her of the existence of her feelings. A dreadful feeling of fatigue overtook her body, but she couldn’t go home to her mother just yet. Her mother was the one who encouraged her to audition for the musical anyways after 2 years of leaving the show business. She didn’t want to break the news to her just yet.

Maybe I was only made to be a serious girl.

The thought made Penny want to cry again, but she held back before it started.

“Hey,” A male voice greeted. Penny turned to it and a small pack of tissues was held out to her.

“Do you want these?”

She looked up and saw Hiro, the boy she sits close to in her science class.

“Oh, yeah…” She took one tissue and wiped the lingering tears from her eyes then accidentally blew her nose loudly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He put his bag down and sat next to her. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong?”

“Um…I…was rejected for the school musical.”

“A former professional actress was rejected by a school production?”

“My status can’t get me anywhere, he called me bland and life-sucking.”

“Not going to lie, I play that part better,” Hiro chuckled and Penny smiled a little.

“Hey, how’d you know I was a former actress?”

Hiro became visibly flustered. “O-Oh, well, I just kinda…know famous people, as I should, since they’re…famous.”

“Or maybe…you watched Bolt?” She smirked.

“Well…I watched a couple of episodes but I’m not a fan or anything…n-not saying you weren’t good at acting in it, just uh—”

Penny began laughing as Hiro tried to desperately explain. “You don’t need to tell me, I felt it was obvious.”

“How was it obvious?”

“The little Bolt keychain on your bag isn’t that subtle to the main actress.” She touched it and winked. He blushed furiously and pulled his bag away from her.

“Is that weird?”

“Of course not, don’t be embarrassed.”

“It just feels weird that the main actress of my favorite show knows that I’m, like, real.”

“Just treat me normally…uh…” She gestured him to say his name.

“H-Hiro, Hiro Hamada.”

“I guess there’s no introduction needed for me. If you were wondering though, my last name is Forrester.” Penny smiled genuinely. When she’s on billboards and the screens, her smile looked beautiful because she rehearsed it thousands of times to make it perfect. When she smiled in front of Hiro, it was her being a typical girl. To Hiro, she’s a typical girl who loves to tease and gets a little sad sometimes.

“Are you feeling okay now, Penny?”

“Yep, it felt good to tell someone.”

“Don’t sweat too much about it, that one guy’s critique doesn’t define your abilities.”

“That’s true, but…I am a pretty serious actress.”

“No, you can play fun people when you put your mind to it. I know you haven’t tried it before, but actors can be whoever they want to be. You can be whoever you want to be.”

To hear this from the brooding boy who only answered tough questions was sudden. Their only conversations consisted of partner work in class and asking if there was homework. Now, Hiro was telling Penny to feel better and keep trying. People are more than the attitudes they have in class.

“Hey, Hiro.”

“Yeah?”

Penny picked up another stick and drew a smiley face in the dirt.

“You make me feel like I can do anything.”

Hiro was wide eyed and flustered again.

“Well, that’s good, I guess? I didn’t do anything special…”

“You went out of your way to talk to a lonely girl in the park that you hardly know.”

Hiro took the stick she was holding and drew another smiley face, then made them into stick figures, very happy ones.

“It’s just what people should do.”

End

[blacksheep28]

Meeting the Skelebros

Papyrus cheerfully pushed his cart through the grocery store, greeting the humans and monsters he encountered. He had always known the Lapin family was clever, but their running of an entirely monster owned grocery store on the surface was a great achievement. They even drew in humans!

He walked down his favorite aisle and began to analyze the great variety in noodles. The surface had such a wide variety. Even after months on the surface he still was in awe of it! So many ways to craft his best dish!

Grocery shopping was easily one of Shannon’s least favorite things to do. There were always so many people and so much activity. Some of them had decided to stay away from this particular store knowing a monster owned it, and that just made it her favorite.

Except for when they stocked her favorite brand of parmesan on the highest shelf. She put in a valiant struggle, but it was out of her reach. Shannon tilted her head around to seek out help and spotted a tall monster down the aisle. “Excuse me, hi?” she approached with a shy smile. “Could you help me get something down?”

Papyrus turned around at the call and beamed at the brave human who had approached him. "A NEW FRIEND?" Papyrus gasped in delight. "NEVER FEAR! THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL AID YOU IN YOUR SHOPPING!"

There was a pause as she took in just how big and evidently loud this guy was. Shannon smiled a little wider, relieved to have some assistance, and from such a nice seeming guy. "Okay, Papyrus," she tested his name, leading him back towards the poorly placed product. "I'm Shannon, by the way, and thank you so much for helping me."

"ANYTHING FOR A FRIEND!" Papyrus cheerfully followed the human across the aisle. "WHAT CAN I ASSIST YOU WITH GRABBING?"

"The green bottle of parmesan up there, can you see it?" To help point him in the right direction, she rolled up on her tiptoes, then glanced over at the monster again. "...what am I saying, of course you can," Shannon laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry about that."

Papyrus grinned, grabbing the prized bottle of parmesan and holding it out. "IT IS FINE! I AM PLEASED TO MEET ANOTHER PASTA LOVER!"

She plunked the down bottle into her cart and turned to thank Papyrus again, taking in his full appearance now that she wasn't just asking him for help. "I do love pasta, but also? That scarf you're wearing. Kinda like mine." A hand trailed up to the burgundy cloth wrapped around her neck. "You style it really well, I can't imagine how complicated getting that to look so... Heroic is."

Papyrus could have floated away on her words. She was so nice! And seemed to genuinely admire his greatness! He loved it! "YOU ARE VERY STYLISH YOURSELF!" Papyrus grinned. "WE SHOULD EXCHANGE PHONE NUMBERS! I WISH TO SHARE SPAGHETTI WITH YOU TO SEAL OUR FRIENDSHIP! WE CAN WATCH MTT TOGETHER."

"Oh, thank you." Pink started to dampen her cheeks, baffled by his complete sincerity and forwardness. But she found herself agreeing anyway, dragging her phone from her pocket to input his number. "Sure, sounds like a date. Unless MTT means something scary, in which case I'll have to politely decline on that front."

She didn't know the delights of MTT? Clearly this had to be corrected as soon as possible! "ALLOW ME TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR SHOPPING NEW FRIEND!"

His eagerness was cute, if not a tiny bit nerve wracking. "Okay, big guy, deal. Now I won't have to climb up to get the juice I like," she laughed. "And we can walk and talk, yeah? Friends should know stuff about each other."

Papyrus nodded eagerly. "THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA! WE ALREADY SHARE A PASSION FOR PASTA, BUT YOU ARE PROBABLY UNAWARE I AM A TRUE CONNOISSEUR!"

"I was unaware of that," she nodded in agreement, picking out a box of cookies as she passed along the shelf. "I am also unaware of exactly what being a 'pasta connoisseur' entails, so feel free to enlighten me."

"WHEN MONSTERS WERE STILL UNDERGROUND MY MENTOR UNDYNE TAUGHT ME THE ART OF SPAGHETTI. IT WAS PASSION. IT WAS BOLD. IT WAS FIRE! AND I LOVED SHARING IT WITH OTHERS." Papyrus smiled, reflecting on the various surprised looks of the Snowdin monsters as he gifted them spaghetti. It brought them all so much closer together.

"WHEN I CAME TO THE SURFACE I PLANNED TO MASTER MY CRAFT, ALONG WITH PURSUING MY DREAM OF DRIVING DOWN THE HIGHWAY. IT SEEMED HUMANS HAD NOT STOPPED WITH JUST SPAGHETTI. THE DISH WAS PERFECT, BUT THEY MADE MORE TO SHARE!" Papyrus spread out his arms. "I HAVE WORKED TO TRY THE DIFFERENT KINDS AND ADD THEM TO MY SKILLS EVER SINCE!"

It was slightly concerning that he thought the art was fire, but she hoped it was a metaphor, or maybe he'd caught up with recent slang. She hoped. "That sounds amazing, Papyrus. I'm glad the surface has given you so much." The fate of monsters always made her ache with sadness when it was brought up, but at least he seemed happy to be here. "NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus beamed down at her. "THE SURFACE IS WONDERFUL! EVEN MY LAZY BROTHER IS PUTTING IN EFFORT! THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD MAKE IT BETTER WOULD BE IF I WAS IN THE ROYAL GUARD!" Papyrus paused. "WHICH IS NOW DISBANDED." There were monster policemen, and talks of an honor guard for the king, but it wasn't the same. Which was a good thing! They didn't need to capture humans anymore! Papyrus beamed at the thought. She managed to tear herself away from that precious smile long enough to grab a half gallon of milk. "If you want-- and I'm not royalty, sadly-- You can be my 'guard'. Lord knows I attract enough trouble," Shannon offered with a small smile. "But like, if you want. It's not a requirement or anything, just since yours was disbanded." She was so incredibly kind. They had barely met, and already she wanted to help make up for his lost dream. It was just perfect. Papyrus glowed with happiness. "I WOULD BE HONORED TO PLAY YOUR GUARD FRIEND. YOU ARE WONDERFUL!" Looking around for something suitable, Shannon settled on a can of Pringles and gestured for Papyrus to come down to her height. "On this, my favorite flavor," Shannon started, tapping each of his shoulders, holding back giggles. "I dub thee guard." Papyrus knelt down and laughed with her at the ridiculous little ceremony. It was a far cry from what he'd dreamed but somehow perfect here. "I WILL DO MY BEST!" "Your best is perfect, Papyrus," she laughed, setting the chips into the cart. "You'll have your hands full with me, so that's all I can ask." Papyrus beamed. He stopped to pick up a few large bottles of ketchup before continuing on. "WHAT ARE YOUR DREAMS?" Questions about herself were always hard to answer when they were so open ended. "Um, huh." Shannon shrugged, scrutinizing the mass collection of ketchup. "I just want to be comfortable, safe, and happy. When I was younger, I wanted to design the plots and lore for games, though. Write out worlds and let people interact with them," she admitted, chuckling softly. "A far cry from what I ended up doing with my life." "A WORLD BUILDER? WOW THAT SOUNDS INCREDIBLE! I BET YOUR WORLDS ARE AMAZING!" Papyrus smiled down at her and patted her shoulder. "I CAN CERTAINLY HELP WITH THE COMFORTABLE PART. YOU SHOULD VISIT MY HOUSE! IT IS VERY COMFORTABLE! I AM SURE IT WILL GIVE YOU GREAT IDEAS!" She blinked at him for a moment, surprised with his enthusiastic reaction. "Oh... Thanks, that's nice of you to say," Shannon murmured with a small smile. "I'd be happy to. I try to make my little apartment as cozy as possible, but it's an apartment. There's only so much I can do. Plus," she added, nudging Papyrus gently. "With that sense of style, I'd love to see your take on interior decorating." Papyrus nudged her back gently. "NYEH HEH HEH! I DO HAVE IMPECCABLE TASTE!" "I'm sure you do, big guy. How could you not? Look at you, that's one fine look you've got going," she giggled, maneuvering herself out of his nudging range. "I'd love to come over some time." She was flirting with him! Papyrus' cheeks dusted a pale orange. "TONIGHT?" He would make sure the house was at its best. Maybe he'd even get Sans to pick up his sock! He had no idea how Sans had managed to drop a sock in the living room again. She was already dressed and ready to meet other people, why not? "Sure, I'd like that." Shannon pushed her cart into the checkout lane and waited, taking the time to settle out details. Papyrus cheerfully paid for his groceries and wished the cashier a wonderful day. "WOULD YOU CARE TO BE ESCORTED TO YOUR HOME TO DELIVER YOUR GROCERIES, OR DO YOU WANT TIME TO PREPARE? I UNDERSTAND MY GREATNESS CAN BE OVERWHELMING."

"I'll take the stuff home myself, don't worry about it. And I'll let you make sure your place is in top form-- I wouldn't expect any less of my loyal guard," Shannon teased, waving a hand. "I'm kidding, I don't really care." Papyrus laughed even as part of him took it seriously. "I'LL SEE YOU IN A COUPLE HOURS THEN! I'LL TEXT YOU MY ADDRESS!" She dug out her car keys from one of many jacket pockets and gave him a little wave, showing off her cute keychain. "Okay! Drive safe, Papyrus, I'll see you later." Papyrus texted her his address as soon as he was home, then set to work cleaning the house. The groceries were put away, the floor was vacuumed, and Sans was busy working in the basement. He told Sans a friend would be coming and received a grunt in acknowledgement, but he wouldn't be surprised if Sans forgot. He prepared to make his best friendship spaghetti for his new friend. As soon as she got the message, Shannon figured the time she needed to leave and how much was left to make herself a little more presentable. She straightened out her clothes and ran a lint brush over them to make sure she wouldn't shed too badly in his house. In the bathroom, a little conditioning spray went on, smoothing down the curls around her face. Too soon, it was already time to leave. Nerves twisted in her gut as she approached the right address. Papyrus perked up as he heard steps at the door. He raced over and flung it open. "FRIEND!" Her hand hovered in the air with surprise, having prepared to knock. "Uh, hi," she tried to save it with a little wave. "I really like what you've done out front." "THANK YOU! GYFTMAS IS SOMETHING TO CELEBRATE ALL YEAR!" "I can't argue with that," she nodded. "Is there anything I should know before I meet your brother?" "HE'S BUSY WORKING ON A SECRET PROJECT, SO WE WON'T SEE HIM UNTIL DINNER. HE'S A GREAT GUY, AS LONG AS YOU IGNORE HIS PUNS." "Sounds like...a busy guy." Shannon shifted a bit uncomfortably and smiled up at Papyrus. "Can I come in now? It's a little cold out here." Papyrus nodded. "OF COURSE! SORRY!" He waved her in and headed back to the kitchen where the spaghetti was cooking. "MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME." Inside the house and warming up, she let out pleased sigh. "No worries. It looks nice around here," Shannon complimented as she looked around. "Do you want me in the kitchen with you?" "YOUR COMPANY WOULD BE MOST PLEASANT AND ACCEPTED." Papyrus moved the pot off the stove and hummed cheerfully as he dumped a burnt cheesy spaghetti sauce on the crispy noodles. He put the dishes in a sink almost taller than him and began to stir the noodles violently. "And it's easier to keep me nice and guarded if we're in the same room, I'll bet," she said playfully, following along. Nothing could have prepared her for the horrors that had been done to that pasta. "Um... Papyrus, hun? Is everything okay?" "YES, WHY?" Papyrus asked. He looked around. "I WILL CLEAN UP AS SOON AS THE FOOD IS READY!" Is this what'd he'd meant by connoisseur? She bit back a shiver, watching blackened sauce fleck the counter around Papyrus. "Well-- Humans, at least, don't usually... Cook their spaghetti like that," Shannon tried to be gentle. "THEY DON'T?" Papyrus gasped. "HOW DO THEY DO IT?" "Um, we..." How was she supposed to explain spaghetti, she wondered, children could cook this. "You boil it until it's slightly soft, then dump out the water. And if you use sauce, you put it in a pot on the stove under low heat for a few minutes." Papyrus frowned. "BUT HOW DO YOU SHOW YOUR PASSION IN COOKING IT?" "Well, some people say spices," she laughed. "But as long as you are passionate about it, it'll come through in the food regardless, I think." Papyrus hummed in thought. "YOU SHALL HAVE TO SHOW ME YOUR TECHNIQUE NEXT TIME YOU VISIT." He turned around and dished out the abused spaghetti. Then he went to a door and hollered down it. "SANS! DINNER!" "on it bro." A much shorter skeleton walked into the kitchen from somewhere. He was wearing a very faded blue hoodie with grease stains on it, and black oil patches on the edge of his sleeves. In contrast the pink bunny slippers with googly eyes looked brand new. "huh, company. sup. i'm sans. sans the skeleton." Her stomach was going to raise hell about this later. She smiled uneasily and took a seat in front of a plate, staring warily at her doom. “Oh, hi,” her head lifted. “It’s— Okay, it’s nice to meet you and my name is Shannon, but are you like—good? You okay?” Sans tilted his head, grin on his face. "yeah. not the first time i've had my bro's spaghetti." Papyrus returned and took a seat of his own. "PLEASE, DIG IN!" He cheerfully took a huge mouthful. “That’s— you know what, alright.” She waved it off, it wasn’t the time to press and come off rude within three minutes of an introduction. The spaghetti crunched, to her horror, as she stuck the fork in.  Maybe if she chewed fast enough nothing would register. She shoveled in a bit and regretted it immediately.

Papyrus was cheerfully oblivious to Shannon's pain, even as Sans laughed silently. "did you hear about the italian chef?" “No,” she choked out, forcing herself to swallow. The...love in there was truly...something else. “What about him?” "he pasta way." Papyrus froze, horror in his expression. A deadpan stare was thrown towards Sans, though it may have been muddled by the tears in her eyes. “Oh. I see. He was a great chef, may we never sphagetto bout him.” "NO. NOT PUNS!" Sans laughed. "here today, gone tomato." Despite laughing, she threw an apologetic smile Papyrus’ way. “Not a big fan, I take it?” Papyrus shook his head. "NO! HIS PUNS ARE HORRIBLE!" "you're smiling," Sans teased. He winked. "You are smiling, Papyrus," Shannon conceded. "Puns are alright in my joke book." She looked down when the terrible stench wafting from her plate was suddenly absent, blinking at her now cleared plate. Papyrus looked at her plate. "WOW YOU MUST HAVE REALLY ENJOYED THAT. DO YOU WANT MORE?" Oh she definitely enjoyed it being gone. "Oh, uh, yeah! I could just... taste your passion in it, Paps. Couldn't resist it," she lied nervously, offering a smile. "But I think I might've stuffed myself on it." "THAT'S ALRIGHT. YOU READY TO WATCH MTT?" Sans finished his own plate and left, absently waving at Papyrus and Shannon. "Sure. Can you tell me what I'm in for, at least?" Shannon asked, curious as to what exactly she had agreed to view. "Bye, Sans, it was nice to meet you!" "gouda to meet you too," Sans answered absently. Papyrus huffed, but cheerfully left to the living room. "IT'S A VARIETY SHOW STARRING THE UNDERGROUND'S BIGGEST CELEBRITY METTATON!" She wondered to herself if she'd made a bad impression on Sans. He seemed... Rather distant, especially compared to his brother. But then again, he had saved her from Death Noodles. "....remind me to thank him later," Shannon murmured. "For... The puns. I don't know about Mettaton much, but I'm always here for a variety show!" Papyrus beamed. "YOU'LL LOVE THIS!" Papyrus settled down and clicked on the tv. A very sexy looking robot stepped out and greeted the audience, and the show started rolling. It was completely illogical, musical, and random. Papyrus loved It. "I'll take your word on it." Shannon settled down on the couch a little stiffly, being in a new place, and tried to make sense of the show. There was absolutely no plot or point, but... It was entertaining. "How have I never heard of Mettaton before, he's gorgeous?" "HE IS EXTREMELY SEXY," Papyrus agreed. "HE'S THE FIRST MONSTER TO STAR ON THE SURFACE. HE STARTED HIS NEW RELEASES A COUPLE MONTHS AGO!" She made a noise of understanding. "Oh, that'd be why. I don't keep up with TV very well," she admitted, leaning back and relaxing a little. "But if his other stuff is anything like this, I might have to catch up." "I CAN LEND YOU MY COLLECTION," Papyrus offered. "I TAPED EVERY SHOW." "Wait... Really?" Shannon asked excitedly. "That means I can binge watch it! Yes please, thank you!" she enthused, grinning brightly. Papyrus beamed. His new human friend was so wonderful! She loved MTT, pasta, and playfully offered for her to act as his guard. "I'LL GET THEM AFTER THE SHOW!" "Thanks, Paps, I really appreciate it." The show played on, and eventually she found herself curled up comfortably on the couch and leaning on Papyrus while they marveled at Mettaton's stage presence.

It got late. Papyrus was surprised to realize it was already eleven. Sans stepped into the room. "hey. having a sleepover?" "SANS. BEDTIME ALREADY?" Papyrus asked. "yeah bro. your friend staying?" Papyrus turned to Shannon and gave her a pleading look. She glanced dazedly over at Sans. Had it really gotten this late? "Mm... Yeah, okay," Shannon agreed. There was no way she could drive home this tired and while it was this dark. "Sorry we didn't tell you sooner, Sans." "that's fine." Sans directed a warm tired smile at her. "just means two bedtime stories 'stead of one. you need to borrow pajamas?" Papyrus gasped. "I CAN SHOW YOU MY RACECAR BED!" “Slow down there speed racer, I’m fine with the couch, no need to give up your bed,” she laughed, reaching over to give Papyrus’ arm a pat. “I will say yes to the pajamas, though, if that’s okay.” Papyrus pouted. "ARE YOU SURE? IT IS A GREAT BED. I OFTEN DREAM OF RACING DOWN THE HIGHWAY WITH THE WIND IN MY HAIR IN IT." She shook her head, smiling. “Even if you are my loyal guard, I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.” Plus, if he needed a bedtime story that was fine, but she wasn’t going to make Sans adjust for her too. "i'll make sure they're taken care of bro," Sans promised. Papyrus looked between Shannon and Sans, twisting his hands together.

"ARE YOU REALLY SURE?" “I’m sure. This couch is amazing, I’ll be fine,” she reassured, unsure of how to react to the proposal of Sans taking care of her. “Go get some sleep, Paps, it’s bedtime.” Papyrus nodded and headed upstairs. Sans meandered up after him. While Papyrus changed into his pajamas Sans found a relatively clean shirt and pair of shorts for Shannon. He came back down with a blanket for the couch.

"here ya go. hope these fit." In the meantime, she dug out an emergency contact case from her purse and took out the lenses. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks, though.” She suddenly realized two things—  The location of a bathroom for her to change in was a mystery, and she could barely see, anyway. “Could I ask you to point me towards a bathroom?” "no problem. it's just down the hall." Sans gestured to a tiny hall with a door hidden in shadows. “Cool, thanks.” Her hip bumped into an end table as she carefully started in the right direction, then into the wall beginning the hall. “Oof, I’m worse at this than I remember,” Shannon mumbled to herself. She blindly groped for the wall and started to feel along it. "need a hand?" When she hit a painting with her hands, Shannon stopped and sighed. “Yeah, think I do.” Sans came down the hall and took Shannon's hand. It was oddly soft compared to the ridges of his bones. He gently lead her to the bathroom and flipped the light on. "here ya go." “Thanks. Sorry I’m imposing so much tonight,” she apologized with a little smile. “I’ll be right out.” "no prob. thanks for hanging with my bro." Her clothes were off and replaced rather quickly. She was so eager to be rid of that damn bra. “Oh, no problem,” Shannon emerged from the bathroom, old clothes tucked under her arm. “Thank you for.. Not dinner. He’s great, but I may have to give him a cooking lesson or two.” Sans chuckled. "he's gotten better. it's edible now." He guided her back to the couch. "my brother is really cool. he keeps on cooking. he's determined to be great." She wrapped her hand back around his gratefully. “Oh, he wants to be great at cooking?” He would need a lot of work, but it was admirable how passionate Papyrus was about seemingly everything.  “I already helped with the guard thing, what’s a cooking lesson or seventeen.” Sans chuckled. "thanks for that." He left her at the couch and headed into Papyrus' room to read him Fluffy Bunny. “Sure, no problem,” Shannon smiled, throwing a little wave as he left. She got comfortable on the couch and wrapped herself up in the blanket to try and doze off.