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Soooooo, as it turns out, I've been sucked back into the Undertale rabbit hole. So, this ended up pouring out of my brain, and now I present it to you. There's gonna be multiple parts to this thing, and the only full chapter I'll post here on Tumblr will be this first one.

The rest will be on ao3, but I'll probably post links to them as they're written. Minors dni, this is gonna be nsfw in a few chapters. Hope you enjoy!

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"....What do you mean, you're stuck here?"

"well, yes, I know that doesn't sound, er…. ideal, per sé, but-"

"No! I don't wanna hear it! Just," You take a deep breath, slowly settling yourself back into your chair from where you'd jolted up in your shock. "Why exactly does it have to be my problem?"

The skeleton sitting across from you blinks his sockets, shifting so rest his chin in his palm.

"simple," he begins, unoccupied hand tracing the patterns in the wood of your dining table "given that there's currently a block on my magic, preventing me from leaving, I need somewhere to stay for the time being"

"That still doesn't explain how it's my problem" You grumble, tapping at your water glass.

With a hmph and a half hearted glare aimed your way, he tuts you, wagging a finger in your face "ah, ah! i wasn't finished! see, in this particular universe, monsters haven't surfaced yet. Which means,"

The finger he had previously been wagging instead boops your nose.

"if I were to leave, it would cause a public panic. and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He finishes with a cheeky grin, closing his sockets as he moves to pinch your cheek.

You slap his hand away. Goddamn it.

"What, so you're just supposed to be my roomie now or something? Seriously?"

Your incredulous tone makes him snort. He readjusts himself, slouching in his chair and kicking his feet up onto your dining table. He opens a single eye socket to stare at you, eye light a deep orange and a grin slowly stretching across his face as he ever so slightly tips his chair back.

"Duh."

…..

You throw your water into his face.

The skeleton, not expecting your surprise attack, yelps in surprise "it's in my eye!"

His hands shoot back towards his face to try and wipe at the water, his body jolting out of his previous position. The sudden movement causes his chair to tip completely, and he proceeds to follow it to the floor.

You swear hear the sound of bones rattling.

Snrk-

You can't help yourself. It starts as a giggle, but it doesn't take long before you're clutching your gut from laughing so hard. Maybe it was the events leading up to this finally catching up to you, or maybe it was the look on bone boy's face as gravity pulled him home. Either way, the floodgates are open, and you keep having to wipe tears from your eyes.

"oh, yea, har-de har har. very funny." Grunts bone boys from the floor.

His phalanges clack on the table as he uses it as leverage to get back up on his feet, eye sockets dark. His head slowly rotates to your hunched over form, and his wide eyes narrow.

With a huff and a scowl, he picks the chair up off of the floor and sits back down, legs crossed with his hands on his knees. With a blink, his eye lights return, only to disappear again with a flinch as your hand slaps the tabletop in your giggle fit.

"...are you done yet?"

You wheeze and gasp for air, attempting to compose yourself. Your stomach is sore and your cheeks burn as you finally manage to catch your breath. With a sigh of relief, you turn your attention back to your skeletal companion.

"Y'know what? Fine. You can stay."

He blinks at you again, grin working it's way into his cheeks as his eye lights fade back in "well, I mean, I was going to anyway, but thanks for the sentiment!"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I'll set you up a spot on the couch."

His brow bones furrow "what!? why do I have to sleep on the couch??"

"I'm not giving you my bed."

"we could share!"

"Ew, no, fuck you."

"i mean, if you're offering."

"You're sleeping on the floor."

"i'd like to revoke my previous statement?"

"Yea, that's what I thought."

You glare at him while he pretends to scratch behind his non-existent ear.

".....You never told me your name."

"i couldn't give it over all your screaming"

"...."

"....Ink."

"____"

He gives you a thumbs up. You sigh, pushing yourself up out of your seat. You make your way to your hall closet, grabbing some pillows and a blanket before heading back into the living room and dumping them onto the couch.

Ink is peeking at you from the dining room, eye lights flashing as question marks before he decides to approach. He looks from you, to the couch, and back to you, and then back at the couch again, before deciding to face plant into the cushions.

You hear a muffled thanks.

You hum in response, then head back to your room to try and finish the work that had been so rudely interrupted. You don't get much done, however. You're distracted, constantly glancing back towards your bed, the events of this morning flitting through your mind.

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It had been a typical morning. You'd stayed up until about three in the morning, and when your alarm begins blaring 'It's Raining Men' at nine a.m. sharp, you proceed to slap it off your bedside table. After shuffling your behemoth of a cat off your chest - no wonder you dreamed you were drowning in quicksand… - you make your way down to the kitchen.

After feeding your feline and downing about half of pot of coffee, you head back to your room and plop down into your desk chair, flipping your laptop open to start on your English thesis. Or, at least, that was the plan. Not even five minutes in and you hear a weird humming noise behind you, feel a suffocating pressure in the air, which is then followed by the sound of something slamming into your bed with a grunt.

What the fuck????

You spin around In your chair, mouth agape as you stare at the person who is now apparently lounging on your comforter. Wait. Are those bones? That's. Not a person. Why is there a dead body in your bed?

A gasp gets caught in your throat when the pile of bones begins to move.

And then sits up. And then looks at you.

Obviously, you do what any rational human being would do in your situation. You scream.

"oh, hey, wait, no, don't do that-"

IT CAN SPEAK!?

The skeleton man scrambles to his feet in a flurry of limbs and blankets, bolting over to where you're sitting and slapping his bone hands over your mouth, a colorful sweat beading down the side of his head.

You stare at each other for what feels like forever before he speaks again.

"i'm going to remove my hands, and you're going to not scream. okay?"

After a few more seconds of staring, you give him a curt nod. Slowly, he takes his hands off your mouth, then holds them in front of his chest as if to show he meant no harm. Tension is thick in the air as you stare each other down, and as time goes on you can tell how much it's starting to weigh on the bone man in your bedroom until he deems it necessary to break the silence.

"so," he starts, clapping his hands together and startling you. "this is probably weird for you - well, not probably, definitely, - but I mean no ill will if that's of any consolation! besides, i'm about to be out of your hair in probably less than thirty seconds, so you can just forget this all happened!"

You open your mouth to respond but he abruptly turns away from you, summoning a giant fucking paintbrush and swishing the bristles through the air.

Nothing happens.

".....that's odd."

He tries again, and gets the same result.

"....well that's no good."

He huffs, turning his head to look at you over his shoulders, the visible eye light in the shape of a…. Caution sign?

"well, this is awkward!"

You throw a notebook at his head.

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You're suddenly snapped out of your thoughts, quite literally, given the fingers snapping in front of your face. Your eyes dart up to the face of a very, very close Ink. You roll your chair away from him, getting him all up out of your grill.

"Have you no semblance of personal space?"

"nope." He replies, popping the 'p'. "you were spaced out, and I got bored! So," He decides it appropriate to heft himself up onto your desk, swinging his legs. "here I am!"

"I have a TV?"

"messing with you sounded more fun."

You groan, running a hand through your hair. This guy is gonna be the death of you, and it's only been like two hours. Probably less, if you're being honest.

He pokes your cheek, and you swat his hand away again.

"Okay. Okay. I can see you refuse to let me get any work done. So," You take a moment to glance down at yourself. You'd never changed out of your pajamas. At least you wouldn't have to change. You continue, "Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go downstairs, and we're going to watch Netflix, and you're going to behave. Or else you're sleeping on the floor."

"is that gonna be your go-to threat?"

"Shut up. Living room, now."

With an irritated huff, you push yourself back out of your chair and make your way out of your room. You detour to the kitchen, acknowledging the soft 'puft' of a body being thrown onto the couch as you grab a bowl and fill it with your favorite chips.

Blankly acknowledging the TV turning on in the background, you shuffle your way back into the living room, plopping down on the opposite end of the couch from Ink. Said skeleton had apparently made himself at home quickly, leaning against a pillow placed between him and the armrest, one leg bent near his chest and the other thrown onto the fucking coffee table. The remote was in his hand, and he deftly flicked through options.

This continues for about five minutes before you lean over and snatch the remote from his hands, ignoring his over dramatic gasping, and settling on a random comedy.

Things are actually pretty chill for the first time since you woke up that morning.

At least until a bony hand reaches over and nabs a chip from the bowl. Your eyes dart over to your skeletal companion, ready to complain. Your words die on your tongue, however, when he opens his jaw and tosses the chip into his mouth. You expect it to fall out of his ribcage or something, but it doesn't.

"...You can eat??? How????"

Ink snorts and starts chuckling at your expression. Then, with a lift of his hands and a waggle of his fingers, he whispers,

"mmmaaaaagic~"

Your face contorts from shock to confusion as you stare at him. He giggles and grins at you, before he brightens as a metaphorical lightbulb apparently lights up above his skull.

"wanna see a magic trick?"

Without bothering to wait for a response, he opens his jaw again, and then proceeds to blow a raspberry at you. With a goddamn rainbow tongue.

"Dude, what the actual fuck-?"

"language,"

"You have a tongue!?"

The very amused skeleton proceeds to wheeze at your mental misfortune, arm slung across his non-existent stomach as he laughs at you.

With a growl, you snatch up a couch pillow and proceed to beat him upside the head with it.

"ahaha-! hey-! snrk, stop-! mercy, mercyyyy-he-he-he!"

He giggles, holding up his hands in an attempt to stifle your assault, one eye light morphing into a star shape. His efforts are in vain, however, and he can do nothing to stop your fluffy fury in the midst of his giggle-fit.

He takes a moment to compose himself and manages to snag the pillow, yanking it from your hands and yeeting it elsewhere in the room. He then grabs your wrists, successfully predicating you'd resort to slaps. He's still chuckling softly as he gives you a gentle push, where you land back into your side of the couch.

"You're such an ass, you know that?" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He grins. "i've been told, yes."

You groan, pulling your knees to your chest and turning back to the TV.

"Just watch the stupid movie, you stupid skeleton…."

"sure, sure." He snorts.

You're already so done.

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Things had actually settled down a bit after the first movie, the occasional poke or prod from Ink aside. You ended up just watching movies for the majority of the day, actually.

Dinner time had rolled around, and you were currently stationed in the kitchen, diligently watching the cup noodles in the microwave.

The next room over, Ink was laying flat on his back on the couch, holding your cat over his head. He blinks at the furry motorboat purring from the attention, eyes drooping from boredom.

He's so focused on nothing in particular that the sound of a noodle cup being sat on the coffee table startles him, and he proceeds to drop your cat onto his face. The feline doesn't seem to mind, and just tucks their paws underneath themselves happily.

"Hello?"

He just lets out a muffled grunt.

His eye lights flick up towards you when you lift your furry buddy from his face, his mouth somehow formed into a contemplative frown.

"Are you good? You're being significantly less annoying."

A shrug.

"You're so pouty." You sigh, setting your cat onto the floor.

He scowls.

You grab your food and scoot his legs over so you can sit down on the couch. A grunt sounds from the pile of brat beside you as he sits up, stretching his shoulders with an audible 'pop'. Gross.

He makes grabby hands at the remote, and you hand it to him with a bit of hesitation. You don't want to watch him flick through every available program again.

Despite the odd tension, things remain relatively peaceful. If you don't count the moments where Ink decides to occasionally grab a noodle from your bowl with his bare hands.

The sun is starting to set when Ink decides to speak again, seemingly back to normal.

"So… I still have couch permission, right?"

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Link to the story on ao3

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galaxybonez · 2 years

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Howdy do~! I greatly admire your work! I would like to request a fluffy sfw one-shot in which Riddle’s female s/o takes her boyfriend to an amusement park, something he has never been to in his life, as a reward for his hard work. How will they have fun? Thanks a bunch!

Oml thank you so much!

I'm still learning characterization for twst so hopefully our favorite tiny tyrant isn't too ooc. Hope you enjoy, hun!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1,269

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It’s no question that Riddle is a hard-worker. His strict nature, both with himself and those under his authority, was one of the core parts of his personality.

Even after his over-blot, he pushes himself to the highest of standards, always striving to be as perfect as possible and barely giving himself a moment to rest or relax.

This doesn’t sit well with you.

Although he’s doing better now, old habits die hard, and he can’t seem to help himself from pushing to perfection.

He’s always so busy, and though he’s good at hiding it, you can tell he’s tired.

So you’re gonna do something about it.

On a trip to Sam's shop for some supplies one day, you notice a flyer for an amusement park that had just opened up recently, and wasn’t all that far from campus

Cue lightbulb moment

After dropping your supplies back at ramshackle, you rush over to Heartslabyul to find your boyfriend. Upon finding the boy in the garden, sipping on some tea, you rush over and slam your hands on the table “Riddle!”

He chokes on his drink, startled

“Who dares-!?...oh, Rose, it's you” he responds, a hand patting his chest in an attempt to stop sputtering on the tea that went down the wrong pipe. “What brings you here?”

With a giddy grin on your face, you exclaim excitedly, almost shoving the flyer you borrowed(stole) in his face “There’s an amusement park that opened up nearby! Can we please, please, pleeeease go?” You don’t care what his answer is, you’ll convince him.

He responds with an amused huff, gently grabbing your wrist and moving it away from his face “My Rose, you know we can’t. We aren’t supposed to leave campus,” he motions for you to sit across from him as he pours a cup of tea for you .”Besides, even if we could, I couldn’t leave Heartslabyul unattended.”

That's about the kind of answer you expected “So we’d have to sneak off campus. It’s not just open during the day, you know. We can go at night, so we don't miss class. Honestly, who would notice? Crowley? And i’m sure Trey would take over for a night, you know he’d be able to handle it”

The boy was too stunned to speak. He can’t believe you regarded the headmage so casually. He refuses to believe you just proposed sneaking off school grounds at night to go to an amusement park. How absolutely unbelievable. Preposterous. Unimaginable. Poppycock, if you will. He wouldn’t say these things aloud (not to you, at least), but he cannot comprehend how you thought it was a good idea. He chooses his next words carefully.

“(Y/N), Dear, I have to refuse. I cannot condone such behavior, much less participate myself. I don’t understand how such a trip would be worth the trouble”

You narrow your eyes “Have you ever even been to one?”

“Well, no, but-”

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence “Then how can you say it’s not worth it? C’mon, Riddle, live a little.”

He just gives you a gentle but stern shake of his head. It’s here you decide he’s going whether he wants to or not.

After enlisting the help of Trey and Cater, you manage to drag Riddle (Kicking and screaming) to the amusement park

He is very grumpy about this, and giving you the silent treatment

He loves you, he does, but how. Dare you.

Him, Riddle Rosehearts, breaking the rules. Absolutely unthinkable.

However, upon actually entering the park, he’s mesmerized by all the lights and movement.

Slowly but surely, as he’s given time to adjust, he’s far less cranky and hesitant. Instead, his gray eyes shimmer with curiosity.

Well, he’s already here. And you’re so excited and giddy. He may as well enjoy himself, right?

You decide the best way to start things off would be some rides, and Riddle agrees, so long as it isn't too extreme. You decide the Teacups would be a good choice. And you were right! Despite his initial reluctance, Riddle actually enjoys the spinning teacups more than he'd like to admit. The next ride, per his request, was the carousel, which he also seemed to enjoy. Then you convinced him to ride a coaster or two. These, he did not enjoy. He did not scream on the first big drop, shut up.

After the coaster fiasco, you decide maybe a break to eat would be a good idea

He was very thankful for this

Until he almost has a heart attack at all the deep fried foods on display

He decides he just wants a water

Until you buy a cotton candy and convince (beg) him to try some

Initially refuses and calls it ‘tooth decay on a stick’

Tried it anyway and actually really enjoyed it. You end up sharing it.

After a food break, games are next on the metaphorical list. Riddle is very quick to notice how rigged the games are. But he plays anyway. Specifically a balloon popping one, where he had to hit a certain amount with a limited number of darts. He saw a big, red and round stuffed hedgehog as one of the prizes and really wants to get it for you. Actually, correction, he has to get it for you. And he’s stubborn. The hedgehog is eventually acquired through an admittedly tame, anger induced battle against the balloons. but don't mention the amount of theumarks he lost or he’s giving you the silent treatment again. You win a stuffed animal to give to him, too, and his face turns cherry red. It’s going on his bed as soon as he gets home.

Eventually, it’s time for the night to come to a close, but not before one last ride. Fluffy prizes in hand, you bring Riddle onto the ferris wheel. He’s pretty nervous as the ride starts moving, until he realizes it's a relatively slow ride. The trip to the top is a calm one, both of you calming down from excitement down below.

And then you reach the top.

The view is something else, and Riddle is absolutely fixated. He can see the entire park in all its glory. He can see NRC out in the distance. And then he turns to see you. The bright lights reflecting on your face, exposing the redness of the evening in your cheeks. The shine in your eyes as you look around the scenery has his heart in his throat, and your hand gently gripping his has his pulse getting quicker.

When you turn to face him, he’s staring at you with the softest look on his face you’d ever seen, and a small, wobbly little smile on his lips. And he’s so pretty. His hair is messy and tousled, but the park's light enhances the gorgeous red hue. His big, gray eyes are watery, and you almost think he might start crying. He gives his stuffed gift a squeeze and scoots closer, pulling you into him for a hug. He gives your cheek a peck before resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes as his face starts to color in a familiar red, resting your opposite cheek in his palm.

Despite his earlier reservations about coming, he can’t say he regrets it. He had a lot of fun, and he’s so incredibly happy he got to experience it with you. He won’t say it aloud, but he doesn't need to. Instead, you sit together in each other's embrace as a comfortable silence settles around you, everything forgotten but each other.

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Hope I did this justice! I'm getting back into the writing groove. It was super fun to write, and I did it in one sitting hfhfhfhf. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed!

~ Bones ~

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