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Tenor used to be with the good guys. That was until the accident....

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Monster Summer Mash: Naps and Lazy Days

Fourth entry!! Tbh these will all probably be either art or reader inserts lol. Anyways, once again, could be platonic or not, up to you, reader is gender neutral, and it's with Swapfell Papy (you decide which version lol)! 

Edit: Fixed the paragraphing issues lol. Dunno why that was a problem in the first place.

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 Summer has always been your lazy season. The warmth of the sun makes you slow and lethargic, content to lounge around your hours sleeping or relaxing. You get more days off, so you can stay up as late as you want without repercussions, or just binge-watch whatever show holds your fancy. 

 And even though most of your human and monster friends are notorious busy-bodies and athletes, you’re a well-known couch potato. So your friends understand when you turn down a day at the beach, or to go to the movies, or-ugh-running. This year, you’re staying in more than usual. This whole year has been astonishingly stressful, and you wanted a nice, long break to recuperate. 

So you wanted to spend most of your time at home, doing little things to make you happy and pass the time. You feel bad turning down your friends so often, but you know you wouldn't be able to enjoy it as much right now. 

 Or maybe that's just your excuse. Who knows. 

You’re in the middle of binge-watching yet another series on Netflix, eating potato chips on the couch, when your phone goes off. You grunt, scrambling up to pause your show and grab your phone. You don’t bother to check the caller ID before answering. “Y’ello?”

 “knock knock,” comes the raspy tenor of your best friend, Papyrus. 

 You snort, completely forgetting that he can’t see your eye roll from the other side of the phone. Still, you decide to humor him, drily replying, “Who’s there?”

 Someone rings your doorbell, briefly distracting you until he chuckles. “me.”

 Paling, you glance down at yourself. Thanks to a malfunctioning AC and too-hot weather, you’ve been chilling in a tank top and a pair of underwear in the dark all day. You’re also sweaty and you’ve got crumbs of food littering your body. Cringe. “Uh, hold that thought, buddy, I gotta go make myself presentable.”

 “psh. you know i don’t care about that,” he states, unaware of you rushing into your bedroom.

 It’s true, he’s the chillest dude you know, and of all your friends, he’s the least likely to judge you for your current state. But still! “Yeah, well I do. Go ahead and come in, I’m taking a quick shower. You know where the food and stuff is.”

 “thanks doll.” There’s a weird noise, presumably him teleporting into your living room. You hear him snort. “wow, you weren’t kidding. have you even moved at all this week?” 

 Betrayal! You trusted him not to judge you! Scowling, you huff, “Speak for yourself, kettle. If it weren’t for Sans, you’d never get up at all.” You collect a towel and a change of clothes from your bed, heading to the attached bathroom. “Make fun of my life choices later, I’m hanging up now.” 

 Despite your threat, you still wait long enough for him to chuckle and return the farewell before you hang up with a smile. You duck into the bathroom, taking the shortest, coldest shower possible while still getting clean. You might linger just a little longer to enjoy the cold before climbing out again. You get dressed just as quickly, leaving the towel around your shoulders to catch the water. 

 When you emerge into your living room, you find that he’s taken over your couch and your TV. You snort when you see what’s on. Traipsing over, you lean on the back of the couch to smirk down at his sprawled form. “Horror movies, Goldie? Aren’t you a little young?” 

 “older than you, whippersnapper,” he drawls, barely shifting to look up at you. The sharp gold of his canines catch the light as he raises a brow bone at you challengingly. “what’s’a matter, sweetheart? afraid of the boogeyman?” He makes a point of leering at you threateningly. 

 “Please. The boogeyman is sitting on my couch, and I’ve seen him cry like a baby when he’s drunk. I’ve stopped being afraid of him. His older brother’s the one who spooks me,” you tease, reaching out to flick his forehead. 

 He swats you away, pretending to be offended even as he smiles. He places one hand dramatically on his sternum. “really? You’re more afraid of sans than me?” When you nod, grinning, he drops the act, crossing his hands behind his head. “good call. have you seen his workout plan?” Cue dramatic shiver. 

 You chuckle, shaking you head at his antics. “No kidding.” You reach down again to swat at his knee. “Move over, Mr. Boogeyman, you’re hogging the couch.”

 For a moment, it seems like he’s actually considering it, but then his familiar smug smirk is back. He stretches his already-too-long legs farther, sinking lower into the couch. “nah. think i like it the way i am.” 

 “I will sit on you,” you threaten, though it isn’t really much of a threat. Not only is he stronger than you, he has magic, so if he wanted you to move, you’d move.

 He was also evil and knew all your ticklish spots, but you digress. 

 Papyrus simply continues to smirk, once again raising his brow bone. You shrug, giving him a “you asked for it” look. Without further ado, you clamber over the couch, landing directly on him. He lets out a little grunt, reaching up to stabilize you. You half-expect him to make some stupid remark about sitting on his lap, but he simply grins at you like this was his plan all along. 

 Actually, when you think about it, it probably was. 

 You don’t have time to ponder. Keeping one sharp hand on your back, Papyrus uses the other to fish the remote off the ground and restart the movie. You lean back, getting comfortable on his semi-rigid body, and you settled into an easy silence. Occasionally, you’ll feel his hand twitch, thumb rubbing your back.

 The movie is boring and predictable, an old number you’ve seen a ton of times, so you pass the time making fun of how bad it is. Some of the jumpscares still get you, however, and Papyrus won’t stop mocking you for it.

 Somehow, it turns into a horror movie marathon. You’re half-way through a second one-one you’ve never seen, but Papyrus has-when the hand on your back sides up to your shoulder, lightly tugging on you. You give him a curious look, so he pauses the movie to speak to you. “mind layin’ down, doll? Pressure’s kinda gettin’ to my ribs.”

 “Oh, yeah, sorry,” you agree without pause, shifting as carefully as you can so you’re on your side in front of him, back to his chest. Papyrus drapes his arm over your side, curling slightly to pull you closer. “That better?” you murmur, and are rewarded with a quiet grumble. 

Snorting, you take control of the remote and unpause the movie. For a while you’re both quite again, watching the action play out. His fingers graze your stomach occasionally, just firm enough so it doesn’t tickle. Despite it still being hot out, you don’t feel too warm-he’s the perfectly cool temperature.

 It’s not until the sixth movie, as you’re beginning to doze off, that Papyrus speaks up in a quiet voice. “missed doin’ this, doll. you ain’t been around lately.”

 You bite your lip, guilt settling in. Papyrus has been a constant source of comfort and support this whole year, and yet so far you’d practically ditched him. You stare at the carpet, frowning. “I’m sorry, Paps. I’ve been kind of a crap friend lately. I just wanted some time to myself to just… recharge, you know? I really should have hung out with you guys more.”

 “that’s not what i’m sayin’, sweetheart,” he chuckled, sitting up slightly and leaning over to make eye contact. His sockets are soft. “there’s nothin’ wrong with takin’ time off to relax. take all the time in the world, i ain’t goin’ anywhere.” He gave you a little squeeze, suddenly looking a little nervous. “y’know we don’t, uh, have to go anywhere, right? t’hang out? if you’re feelin’ a little drained, y’know, we can always just chill here or at my place, doin’ what we’re doin’. i jus’... heh, sounds a ittle selfish, but i uh. i miss seein’ ya.” 

 You can’t help but laugh a little, touched. Count on Papyrus to be so understanding but bashful. You reach up, gently touching his cheekbone to give him an honest smile. “Thanks, Papy. i’d love to do this more often. I miss you too, Mr. Boogeyman.” 

 He snorts affectionately, relaxing again. “glad m’ not the only one. jus’ remember that i care about ya’, an’ i wanna see you be happy, okay?” You nod, and he smirks, back to his normal self. “great. now enough of this mushy crap, let’s get back to blood’n’guts.” 

 You chortle, sinking back into his hold. He presses his face into your neck, not even bothering to pretend to watch the movie, and within moments he’s snoring. Though you leave the TV on, it doesn’t take you long to follow him. 

 Outside, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and on days like these, lazybones like you… Are happily napping with their best friends.

[reapers-carino]

/runs in with one shoe on/ May I have a lil ficlet where Gabes S/o was cryogenically frozen a day before the Swiss explosion, because he knew what was going to happen (didn't anticipate the outcome) and then came back for them years later as reaper, reunion that ends sweet and they'll basically follow them to the grave. Please~ your a peach

“You trust me, corazón?”Your eyes danced over his face, your heart thundering in your chest as Gabe’s thumb lightly stroked your cheek, his outer resting lightly on your shoulder. Things were coming apart at the seams; Blackwatch had been revealed to the world, Overwatch was under increasing scrutiny and the public outlash was becoming more resentful, tumultuous. Despite all this, Gabriel hadn’t stopped his hard work. Over the years he had begun to find hints that those behind Overwatch and Blackwatch weren’t the altruistic benefactors that they had made themselves out to be. Omnic rogues connected to LumériCo, Volskaya Industries funding the Talon terrorist organization, the Omnium explosion in Australia tied to an under the table deal with the United Nations. Initially, he had hidden this information, from both you and McCree, not wanting to pull more people into this conspiracy until he was sure it was just that and not happenstance. When he had finally informed both of you, it was already too late. Whoever was in charge knew that you were onto them and they had retaliated swiftly. Gabriel forced McCree to leave first; it was better to think he gone AWOL rather than he committed treason by staying. Gabriel’s protege was smart, he said he couldn’t take the arguments, the infighting of both organizations too much for him to bear. One night he was there and the next he was gone; sent away with money, false identification, a few of his personal effects and his gun. Your safety was next. He wouldn’t say exactly what was coming next, but he explained that it would be catastrophic and he would be damned if you got caught in the crosshairs. You couldn’t convince him to go with you, the both of you knew in your heart of hearts if he went with you it would cast way too much suspicion. Plus, he needed to reach Jack. Arguments or not, the two were still best friends, brothers in arms and Gabriel wasn’t going to just let him die without giving him some kind of clue what was going on. But he promised, as soon as things died down, he would come and find you and the both of you would get your ‘happily ever after’. You gulped thickly, nodding your head slowly, a shaking smile creasing your lips. “Well duh”, you said passively, giving a slight shrug of your shoulder, trying to downplay the anxiousness that thrummed through your body. “Wouldn’t have followed you all the way here if I didn’t, now would I?”You tried to be playful, tears burning in your eyes as you made eye contact with him. You both were tired; tired of being the pawn of a world who didn’t give a damn about you, tired of being told you couldn’t have a happy ending, that you would die before you got some semblance of peace. You closed your eyes tight, tears slipping down your cheek, turning your head and pressing a loving kiss to his palm. You nodded your head a few more times, laughing quietly, mirthlessly. “Un poco más”, Gabriel said, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I’ll come and get you when things die down, okay? Te amo, mi reina.”He kissed your temple, your forehead, the bridge of your nose and both of your cheeks before capturing your lips in a tender, loving kiss. Your arms wrapped tight around his neck, not wanting to let go of him, a few more tears squeezing past your lids. His hands moved to your face, his calloused fingers light stroking both of your cheeks as the both you pulled away from one another. You could see the emotions swimming behind his eyes and the control he was exerting as he looked at you. You gave a shaky sigh before giving a confident smile, nodding your head. “I love you too my king”, you responded, placing your hand over his and rubbing against the back of his hands. “Now go save the world.”He gave a low, rough chuckle before taking a step back away from you, your hands falling to your side as you pushed yourself further back into your cryogenic pod. The cushioning in the machine formed around your body, creating a comfortable surface for you to lean back on. Gabriel attached the oximeter to your finger, squeezing your hand gently before releasing it. He placed one last kiss on your forehead and lips before pulling back. The door of the pod slid down over you, the floor sliding up slightly to snugly secure you in the machine. You tapped down on the claustrophobic anxiousness that threatened to claw up from your chest, a soft hissing sound alerting you to the sleeping gas release. Gabriel gave you a comforting smile as the gas did its job, your eyes growing heavier and heavier. “I love you”, you mouthed to him.“I love you too.”-----------------------------You woke up in bits and pieces, your mind bleary, head falling listlessly against your chest. Warm air poured in through vents on the side. It chased the chill out of your bones, slowly coaxing your mind from its slumber. Your face twisted up in concentration as you tried to open up your eyes, a soft croak falling from your lips as you tried to speak. “Hey hey...it’s okay.”That deep, scratching tenor was like music to your ears, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Gabie”, you murmured throatily, your eyes finally peeling open. Your vision was completely blurred, you were only able to see the fuzzy outline a tall black figure. Your snort of laughter dissolved into a cough, the figure rushing forward to gently touch your shoulders, rubbing them in small circles. “Ah--your hands are cold!”Gabe yanks his hands back, your eyes blinking a few more times to clear up your vision. Little by little you were able to make out a clearer image of your boyfriend. You couldn’t hold back the soft chuckle as you finally caught full sight of him. It seemed he had upgraded from a black hoodie to a full, almost floor hooded trench coat with--were those shoulder pads? He looked pale, the normal warm red undertone of his brown skin replaced by a cooler gray, if his arms were any indicator. There was tension in his posture though, his hands were clenched into tight fists, his shoulders tight. You groaned softly as you tried to move forward a bit more, wincing as you moved you shifted your stiff legs.“Ah!”You fell forward, your eyes squeezing shut tight as you braced for impact that fortunately did not come. Gabriel’s arms were wrapped tight around your center, your face pressed against his chest plate. “You okay”, he asked, holding tight to you as you found your footing, still leaning against him heavily. You moaned softly, pulling your head back and nodding, your hand lifting and rubbing at the part of your forehead that slammed into his armor. A sudden shyness crept in on you as his hands moved from a steadying hold to a more tender one, a hand shifting to your lower back. You felt him go stiff under your touch as your eyes lifted to look at him, your mouth parting in surprise as you met his gaze. His skin was actually cooler toned, like all the blood had drained from his body. His face was covered in more scars than you had remembered, some fresh healing other solder. Your hand lifted, tracing a scar that stretched from under his right eye and down to his jaw, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrated. His curly hair and goatee were peppered with white hairs, the black still managing to have the gray beat. His skin felt so cool underneath your touch, your palm cupping his cheek tenderly, your eyes shifting their focus back to his. The rich cinnamon irises were now the color of garnet, flickers of black licking at the corners of his sclera. His jaw clenched under your touch, his eyes tearing away from yours but he didn’t move from your touch. “Hey guapo”, you hummed softly, thumb lightly stroking his cheek, his eyes shifting back to yours. “You getting old on me, ain’t you papi?”A slow smirk tugged at his full lips as his arms wrapped around you in a bruisingly tight hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck, the fingers of your hand lovingly stroking the back of his neck. “Te extrañé mi amorcita…”The next few hours were spent checking out your body, eating, drinking and talking. He told you about the explosion, the botched resurrection, how it took him a year to heal and two more to adjust to whatever the fuck he had become. He explained how Overwatch was outlawed, his work alongside Talon and how he had discovered more and more connections now that Gabriel Reyes was presumed dead. Technically, you had been pronounced dead as well, another unrecoverable body. He was frank with you, explaining that he couldn't stop his work to bring down those that had threatened not only the world, but had threatened his family.“I know you were tired”, Gabe started, staring directly into your eyes. “You don't have to join me on this. I have safe houses anyw---”“And miss out on the adventure”, you interrupted, a determined smirk on your lips. “There's no way I'm leaving your side again Gabriel. So if you're going, I'm going with you.”His face softened as he reached across the table and gently grabbed your hand. He squeezed before pulling it to his lips and pressing a hard kiss to the back of your hand, littering several across your fingers. His gaze was gentle, tender, the look that made you fall more and more every time you saw it.“Thank you mi reina…”