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heavy on my mind 

mocked by undyne

[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War [CH-3]

Summary: Maybe you shouldn't have made eye-contact with that creature behind the door yesterday.

Notes: At the end.

WORD COUNT: 5.7K

MAIN PAGE CHAPTER 2 <- OR -> Chapter 4

Sitting in your bed, you scrolled on twitter to see if there were any new album releases from your favourite artists or new games. You remember there was one that was released on June 4th– or was it the 5th?– but you were too busy to see what it was. 

Speaking of busy, it’s been a few days since you've talked to your neighbours. Mainly because you were trying to avoid too many interactions with them. For all you know, they could start asking you to join dinners, or go to some shady area that they call a fun place, or even hang out with them for a whole day. 

The bakery day with Caesium and Crackle was more than enough, and then getting chills up your spine when you made eye contact with– assumably– their cousin? You needed a break.

Thankfully, none of them had your number so they couldn’t text and ask where you were or what you were up to. You got a few texts from your friends so you had just texted them back a few minutes ago. The bakery was lively as usual, and now you’re just at home. You didn’t want to go to sleep since it was 10pm and nothing’s really happened to exhaust you. 

Out of nowhere, your stomach rumbled. Reminding you that you haven’t had dinner. So, you got up and walked down the stairs, going around the island and grabbing a bag of rice out of your lower cabinet and pouring it into the sieve you had. You felt like having fried rice, maybe shrimp fried rice specifically. Your friend made it for you a while back, and now you’re craving it. 

After washing the rice, you poured it all into the rice cooker and made sure to add water into it as well, making sure to put the appropriate ratio. Then closed the lid and made sure you pressed the button that starts the machine. Last time, you forgot to, and ended up having to wait even longer.

You were about to go grab the shrimps in the freezer, but you heard a weird noise near you. Specifically at the front door. You paused for a few seconds, waiting for the noise to come back, but you didn’t hear anything. 

Shrugging it off, you opened the freezer and pulled the shrimp packet out of it, grabbing frozen corn, peas & rice before closing the door. You placed the ingredients down and grabbed some garlic, green onions and eggs as well. 

Grabbing a pan as well, you put it onto the stove and put some vegetable oil and sesame oil before putting the shrimps into the pan, cooking it over medium-high heat. After about a minute and a half– maybe closer to two minutes than half– you flipped the shrimps over. 

You decided to grab your phone and put on some music, it was a bit eerie with how quiet it is. That and the random noise you heard earlier. 

Putting on your favourite party playlist, you hit shuffle and let the music play as it willed. The first song that it chose was ‘Don’t Stop the Party’ by Pitbull, ft. TJR. You grinned and put the volume higher.

Grabbing a plate quickly– and after rinsing– you put it down near the stove and transferred the shrimps into it. You realised you forgot to cut the green onion, so you quickly got to work.

You noticed the rice hadn't finished cooking, so you turned the heat off and waited for the rice to finish cooking. It might ruin the process, but who cares, you’re the only one eating. You never complained about your own food.  

Busy listening to your music, you didn’t know the slow knock against the glass doors to your backyard. ‘nor did you notice the threat at that door, the curtains were drawn over that area, hiding them.

You were having your own concert, harmonizing to the near end of ‘Can’t Hold Us’ as if you were an actual singer. Truth be told, you can harmonize, but you aren't used to it anymore. The last time you actually sang was in choir in primary school.

Suddenly a loud bang hit the glass door, and you snapped your head towards the offending sound. Hesitantly turning off your music. You shouldn’t go near the sound— you should call the police, what if it’s an intruder? You slowly walked towards the door. Pushing the curtains to the side…

To be met by a cat? 

You stared down at it before opening the glass door and crouching down, giggling.

“Can’t believe I got scared by a cat, you're so cute!” You pet the cat, it was a black one with… pretty sharp fangs. Their fangs were slightly poking out of its mouth, but then something caught your eye. The collar.

The cat seemed pretty tame and used to touch, so it’s no surprise that it’s a pet. You used your finger to bring up their cat tag.

‘Doomfanger’, well, the name fits? Fangs were the most prominent feature on the cat. You turned it around to see if there was a name or number—

‘CAESIUM SERIF, CALL HERE IF LOST’ with a bunch of numbers following… This was Caesium’s cat?

“and I can’t believe that you fell for bait that easily.” Followed by a dark voice, you slowly looked up to see a skeleton that had a bigger size than the other skeletons that looked like him. At first, he looked like Comic, but you noticed his eye— then the hole in his head— Then the bone about to slam down at you.

You launched backwards, the flight bit of ‘fight or flight’ kicking in immediately. Eyes widening, you scrambled to get up as he tore the bone back out of your floor. The cat left as soon as the violence began.

“What the fuck?” You muttered, looking back up at him. You could sense the intent to kill. You immediately bolted upstairs, to your room. The large skeleton followed behind, the thrill filling him up with fulfillment.

Running to your room, you locked your door, frantically looking around for something to push in front of it. You shoved your dressing table right in front of it. Right after, you rushed towards your phone and grabbed it. Your hands were shaking like you were insane, trying to type in the emergency number.

Suddenly you heard a crack in your door, whipping your head around, you were just on time to see a large bone pierce through the wood of your door. You screamed as you backed up towards your window. The bone stabbed through a few times before it made a hole, a red eye peeking through. 

“guess you could say you make me feel hole .” He chuckled, you looked behind yourself— at your window… Could you…?

You didn’t have time to think as you heard your door knob break, and the skeleton slam against the door. He managed to begin moving the dressing table away from the door. You quickly pushed the window up, looking if someone— anyone— was awake and able to help. You grabbed your phone with you and jumped from the window, a fucking horrible mistake as you felt something in your body break, but the adrenaline didn’t let you process. You laid flat on the floor and took a few seconds to get up, the shock stilling your body but you forced yourself to get up.

The skeleton following you had successfully broke through your door, but didn’t see you. He looked outside the window and found you getting up and beginning to run. Muttering a small ‘ fuck ’ he rushed back down.

You spotted someone right before you were about to bolt down the street. You couldn’t stop in someone’s house, so you yelled a loud ‘HEY!’ and they turned around. It was Anaia. 

Your eyes widened, and so did hers, she seemed to recognize your distress and the way your sleeve was cut. You hadn’t noticed that the bone had grazed your arm when you dodged his first hit.

She was in front of the skeleton’s house, but she stopped herself from entering for you.

“Anaia— please!! Call for help, there’s a fucking maniac—“ you paused as you immediately felt that insane aura you got from the skeleton when you looked at him first. Whipping your head around, you ran. You couldn’t use your phone while running away because there was a chance you could trip and let him catch up.

You bolted down the street, praying that your legs didn’t fail you. You used to do some sports in high school but you never continued them. Your body wasn’t used to the exercise anymore— but it didn’t let you slow down. It forced you to keep running from him. 

You didn’t want to die.

“slow down— it’s rude to run from a friend, ya know?!” You were right, he was already following behind. Your hair whipped around while you ran, you tried figuring out how to lose him. 

Turning left, you entered an alleyway you knew didn’t have a dead end. It led to the markets and even at this time, there would be people roaming about. You knew there were some troublesome teens and genuinely dangerous adults, but they weren’t the type to turn away when someone was about to die.

In the end, they still had good morals when it came to the people in this town. Sure, they had their fights with one another, but they never let someone die in this town unless it was by a natural cause. Everyone was close with each other.

But you could be wrong, you were naive. You are naive. You opened a door for a fucking cat and now you’re here running from a murderer.

Suddenly, a wall of bones burst up from the ground, causing you to stop in your place. You heard the grunts of the murderer you were running away from become louder.

“y’know, you should pay for the fact you made a starving man run. you shouldn’t be acting like this, I just wanted to know if we’re friends, kid.” He spoke as if you two were friendly acquaintances, you slowly turned your head around, not speaking.

“don’t look at me like that. a guy’s gotta do what he has to do. and honestly, this wouldn’t have happened to you if that other neighbour was still around.” He sighed, scratching his chin with his phalange, you backed up and your back hit the wall of bones 

“I ain’t regretting this, that’s for sure. gotta kill the asshole who made me run miles. no hard feelings. ” He inched towards you, you felt your heartbeat race. All you could do was watch, but you still wanted to scream. You could still find help if you just tried . 

So you screamed, with all your might. You screamed until your own ears rang, until your voice became hoarse, until the psycho in front of you looked confused by your voice. You weren’t going to die with your voice still stuck in your throat.

You lived a mediocre life, nobody saw you more than a pushover. They saw you as a polite little girl. Never as someone who had their own feelings, urges and desires. 

Crackhead rolled his single eye..light? it looked more like an eye than the eye lights you saw on the other skeletons.

You put your arms up to defend your face as he got ready to slam the thigh bone he had in hand down onto you. 

But the blow never came, instead replacing a loud sound of two cracks. 

Your eyes opened in surprise, seeing the skeleton you talked to at the dinner. Palace. 

He had a sharp weapon of his own, it was like a bone but shaped like a broad sword. The middle of the sword broke but he slid his bare skeletal hand over the sword, fixing it with some of the bone marrow that came out.

“Must you cause so much trouble? You’ve just arrived a few nights ago, Cracks .” Palace rolled his eyes, as he kept his hands on each side of the sword. One on the sharp edge, and one on the handle. ‘Cracks’ slammed his weapon down on Palace’s sword– right in the middle– with more force than before, his grin was lopsided and full of irritation.

“thought i told ya to not call me that.” ‘Cracks’ reminded, pushing his weapon down even harder, they were different heights. ‘Cracks’ was taller than you, that’s for sure, but he was taller than Palace too. You and Palace were similar in heights, just an inch difference. 

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers, can they? And I think we all can tell–” Palace grunted as he loosened his defense for a second before doubling his strength and forcing the skeleton backwards. “You’re dirtier than a filthy beggar.” You could tell that it was a double-sided insult, something darker meant by it. 

Because Cracks seemed like he was about to kill Palace, with how he was about to slam the– now sharper and cracked– bone into Palace’s skull. However, there was an array of bones that surrounded him, caging the beast. 

“MY GOODNESS! I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO TALK IT OUT, ERRR.. PLACEHOLDER NAME!” Rus rushed in, his left hand spread open as three layers of bones– that acted as walls– caged Cracks. A few more skeletons had popped up, and the wall Cracks had made faded away. There was a skeleton with a white shirt and blue scarf wrapped around his neck, swaying in the wind. It looked a bit like a cape.

“MISS (NAME)! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” He rushed over to you, he knew your name but you didn’t know his. You nodded as your knees finally gave out when he turned away to look at Cracks. You sat on the floor with your knees tucked under your bottom, your hands running through your hair. 

Palace left your side to talk to Caesium, who came a bit later. 

A hand touched your back, you flinched violently but looked up to see Anaia’s worried expression.

“Are you okay? I immediately told the household you were in trouble– I’m so sorry about Cracks.” She talked to you softly, crouched down to your level. You stared at her, on the edge of tears as everything flooded into your system. You almost got fucking killed . 

You took a breathy exhale and nodded. You couldn’t cry here. Not in front of all these people.

No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t be a crybaby. It was instinct. You just couldn’t . 

You stayed kneeled on the floor as Anaia got up and petted your head before walking over to the skeleton that asked if you were alright, and Palace walked back over to you when he finished his conversation with Caesium. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up abruptly.

“I’ll take you home.” He stated, brushing your sleeve off for any dust, you winced as he roughly brushed it down. It wasn’t the arm that got a graze, but the one you roughly landed on. Palace suddenly looked up at you when you had given a reaction to his touch. His eyebrows furrowed.

Looking around, it seemed like everyone was busy talking and figuring out what to do– and Cracks seemed to be joking around now. It was insane to you, how could he switch that easily..?

Palace gently pushed your back to indicate for you to start walking. So you did. When you walked past the people that were there, your saviour grabbed the back of your shirt.

“Keep your mouth shut for the next few seconds.” And you didn’t hesitate to do so, you didn’t have any plans to even talk. Suddenly, it fell like you were falling. The same feeling you got when you woke up from a dream you fell in. It felt scary. 

Then, you were in front of your home within seconds. You were shocked at how you were miles away and now you’re here, but amazement wasn’t the right word. Could Cracks have done that? Was he playing with you?

“oh my god– ‘ey! belt whip and chef!” You heard a voice from your ride, and you looked at where it came from. Fuck. You really didn’t want to talk to any more skeletons now. Call it racist, but the red ringlight in Crackle’s eye reminded you of Crack already– fuck even the damn name reminded you of him!

Suddenly gripping Palace’s arm– out of instinct to find something to shield you– he had gotten the memo. He also found similarities immediately when the filthy skeleton had come out last night. So he figured you might be a bit freaked out right now. 

A lot freaked out would be a better way to say it. 

Looking at Crackle, he seemed confused by how you acted before the skeleton looked back at Palace. The latter tapped the side of his skull, near his eyelights. Crackle’s eye sockets widened, realising what he meant. 

“shit. er. my bad, chef.” Crackle quickly rubbed his eye sockets with his hands, squeezing his eye sockets shut for a second before opening them. His eyelights were white now– he had both eyelights now, instead of having just his left eye. 

“what th’ fuck even happened? i heard Anaia yellin’ in the house and next i know more than half of everybody’s gone, i see chef’s window wide open but i got’ta chance to see the door in there shattered and– the fuck even happened???” Crackle rambled for a few seconds, using his hands to gesture and picture a lot of his words. You were blankly staring for a while, hell, why the fuck were you standing around here for?

Your room’s door was broken, the backyard door was still open– bugs could be coming into your house– the food you were making… You didn’t even get to eat . Your dressing table was probably broken too– was the flooring broken? He had slammed that shit weapon of his into the floor.

Palace sighed and waved Crackle off. 

“Do you not see how terrible she looks? She almost got killed, Crackle.” That had stilled the skeleton, his eyes widening. As if he couldn’t believe it, then, the cogs in his head began turning and his hand slapped over his mouth. 

“no fuckin’ way, did that big guy do it? i knew it was weird that he wanted to check the garden–” 

“ You’re the reason why that nutcase got into my house?” You interrupted Crackle. He looked at you, slowly furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. 

“not– no, i just–” He tried to figure out what to say.

“Actually, fuck that. Why the hell is a murderer living with you guys? The fuck? I thought you were a lawyer? Aren’t you breaking the law by hiding a fucking murderer??” You yelled, on the border of crashing out. You seriously shouldn’t have even talked to these assholes, because of it, you almost got killed by– by their cousin??

“I personally don’t tend to him. If I could I would ship him to another place... As if anybody would even want him in their country.” Palace muttered, clearing his throat, he wanted to get off this topic before you endured any more stress. “Now, would you like to go to the hospital now, or tomorrow?” He asked, glancing down to both your arms before back at you. Crackle followed that movement and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw one of your sleeves and… Well he didn’t know what’s wrong with your other arm, he couldn’t see your skin.

“Now…” You sighed, you had a feeling you broke your arm, it was hurting a lot, but for some reason: you couldn’t find the voice to complain about it. To be honest, your voice was hoarse, you might’ve killed your voice when you screamed for help. Nobody mentioned it though.

“Right.” He nodded, before pulling his phone out and texting someone with one hand. Then, all of a sudden, Slim had come out of nowhere. He had a long black parka, similar to Crackle’s, but the hood was over his head. Looking at you, then Palace, he gave a small wave. You didn’t return it.

“He’ll take us both.” Palace explained vaguely, grabbing Slim’s left arm, gesturing for you to do the same. 

“‘ay can I join y–” Crackle immediately shut up, seeing the look on Palace’s face. Maybe not a good time, then… “...neva’ mind. you guys stay safe or whateva’.” He gave him a brief wave, grumbling about something, probably cursing out Palace.

“Slim.” Palace called, his younger brother nodded and within seconds you were in the hospital. This didn’t look like the one you knew of, though. It was one of the hospitals out of town. 

You didn’t ask questions, and they didn’t prompt you to ask any, so you all went through the process. You had come up with an excuse for the reason why you were so roughed up, saying the three of you went to mess around in the forest that was up hill but you tripped and injured yourself. 

The nurse believed it easily, nodding. He gave a small nod towards Slim, who reciprocated it. Seems like they’ve been here before, or they know each other.

The process of getting checked up, then being given a cast for your injured arm was quick. There was a monster doctor that said the cast had a magical property that helps both monsters and humans heal faster. It normally goes faster for monsters since they have pre-existing magic in their body– so it feeds into the magic that exists in their body to help heal their bones– but it’s slightly longer for humans. But better than the normal casts. 

It was about 12am when you guys got out of the hospital. You felt… Weird.

As if this all was a dream and you were going to wake up. Looking up at the sky, you stared at one star that shone brighter than the others. Slim followed your movement while Palace was doing something on his phone, you didn’t check what though, you honestly couldn’t give a fuck.

“Would you like to go home, or grab something to eat?” Palace asked, looking at you. You muttered to have the latter, and he nodded. There was a place that was still open, so you all went there, it was a fast food restaurant. Sitting down, Slim offered to go to the screens and just order it. You gave him your order and Palace just said he’d take a drink, it looked like Slim already knew what he meant and he skittered off.

You and the short skeleton just sat in silence, he sat across from you, but you both were next to the massive window. 

“Um. Thanks for saving me, by the way. I would’ve been split in half if it wasn’t for you, haha.” Awkwardly thanking him, you used your less injured hand to scratch the spot in front of your ear. Palace didn’t look away from his hands on the table for a moment, but his eye lights went up to look at you, his head unmoving. 

“It’s hard to ignore a shrill scream like yours.” He stated, his left hand playing with his right hand. Now that you think of it, he was bleeding– or the skeletal equivalent of bleeding– when he was defending you.

Your hand reached his right hand, flipping it so his palm was facing up. You were right, there was a massive gash on his hand. Palace ripped his hand away from you, his eyes wide open. However, there wasn’t shock on his face, it was more like anger. 

“Do not touch me.” He stated, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair. It’s weird how he and Caesium sat in a chair similarly. Same amount of slouch– which was a tiny bit– and crossing their arms. Clearing your throat, you nodded awkwardly. Slouching into your own chair, maybe you should fix that habit, checking on people unnecessarily. 

“I understand you might think we are friends , however, that is not the case.” This caught your attention, so you looked at him in the eyes, him returning your gaze. “In this world, it’s give and take. I gave you the chance of survival, you owe me your life .” Maybe it was your head, but for a second, it felt like he was threatening you. 

“Right.. Um. What do I ‘owe you’ then?” You asked, internally, you began to understand Crackle. Mainly because you were cursing Palace out in your head, you just survived a murderer and now he’s making sure you know you owe him shit for saving your life? Maybe being sliced was a good idea. You just met this guy a week or so ago.

“We’ll see.” He ended it there, his brother came back with your food and Palace’s drink, he got himself some fries. You ate your food happily, to be fair, you’ve been starving. Now, you just felt tired of it all. You felt a tap on your hand. Looking up, you saw it was Slim that tapped you.

You were about to look at Palace, because that’s what Slim did last time he tapped near you, but this time the golden-toothed skeleton offered you a fry. 

For some reason, that began to lift up your mood. How could a soggy fry make you feel better? From a weirdly quiet guy, no less. Taking the fry from between his index and thumb. Slim seemed happy and just kept eating his food, Palace didn’t even glance at what the two of you were doing, busy in his own thoughts.

You would be the same, but Slim seemed to loop you back into whatever he was doing. At some point, he managed to tie two fries together..??? You were a bit confused on how he did it, but you clapped nonetheless. He seemed comfortable just doing random shit instead of talking, and so did you.

Soon, you finished your food. Palace finished his drink, and Slim finished his fries– save for the ones that he kept in between his teeth to represent his inner walrus. He was adamant on keeping them in his mouth. None of you stopped him though.

Slim helped blip the two of you back to your house. 

You stared at your house, your heartbeat beginning to race slightly. It unnerved you to go in. Hell, to even step foot in your own garden. 

A heavy hand fell down onto your shoulder, nudging you slightly. You looked to your side and saw Slim silently encouraging you to go in. But when you looked down at the grass– the same patch of grass that you ran onto when Cracks was chasing you– you saw how ruined it looked, you looked at your front door and saw it was slammed open. Probably by Cracks when he realised you were about to escape…

Slim had recognised the face of defeat and sorrow on your face, the look of fear. It was all mixed around on your face. He looked at Palace, who was on your other side, for permission. Palace simply nodded, and Slim grabbed you gently by the wrist before walking forward slowly.

“What are you doing..?” You asked, slowly following. Palace was right behind you. Your heartbeat quickened, not because of any romantic feelings, but fear. Were they planning something? Why the both of them? Was this all a ruse?

“inside…” Slim muttered, going up the steps. But froze when he heard something fall in your home. You froze as well, backing up in fear. Palace had stopped you by placing his hand on your back, patting you before opting to go forward. Slim let his older brother go, knowing he was much more qualified to recognise and deal with danger. 

When Palace stepped into the house, and looked to where the sound came from. His face morphed from stern to disbelief. He looked all around the house, chuckling before waving the two of you in.

Slim made sure to step in front of you, walking ahead before his gloomy face turned into absolute amazement. He ushered you in with a smile on his face, and you did.

When you walked in, your eyes widened like theirs. Your house was spotless somehow, nothing looked like it was broken on the first floor.

“WELL? WHAT DO YOU THINK!” Rus asked, a bit nervous. Your head pivoted to the right, where Rus had just dropped a soccer ball by accident… It looked deflated too. You didn’t care though, you were shocked by the fact you were gone for only an hour and he managed to fix up your first floor?? Alone??

“This is– I’m so grateful, Rus! Did you do this alone? It looks great!” You exclaimed, absolutely joyful, which Rus returned tenfold when he realised you weren’t irritated by him touching your stuff. 

“ALONE? NO! JAY HELPED ME!! JAAAYYY!!” Rus suddenly yelled, suddenly Jay appeared– it was the skeleton who asked if you were alright when Cracks was caught. 

“MWEHEHEH!! JAY IS HERE! HELLO (NAME)! I FIXED YOUR DOOR!... UHM. BUT YOUR DRESSING TABLE IS BROKEN. I’M NOT IN WOODWORKS SO..” Jay scratched his nape as he sighed, a bit guilty but Rus patted his shoulder, to which helped Jay get back on track. 

“I’M SO SORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED WITH CRACKS TODAY!” He began, a genuinely guilty look on his face. “YOU SEE– UM… IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHAT TO DO… LIKE LEGAL ISSUES..” Jay glanced at Palace, “THEN YOU CAN COME OVER IN THE MORNING TOMORROW! WHEN MOST OF US ARE OUT AND IT’LL JUST BE RUS, PALACE, AND I! AND MAYBE SLIM..?” Jay looked over at Slim this time, who shook his head. 

“job stuff.” He replied, pocketing his hands. Jay nodded and looked back at you.

“JUST US THREE THEN!” He slapped his hands together, grinning even wider. Rus nodded frantically. 

“YES!!! DON’T WORRY ABOUT CRACKS TOMORROW, WE’VE DEALT WITH HIM!” The first thing that popped up in your head was murder, but they didn’t seem to be the type to do that..? 

You nodded slowly, scratching the back of your neck. After a bit of chitter chatter between all of you, Jay and Rus had to go due to them needing some sleep after all this. You watched them go, but Palace and Slim were still standing next to you.

“I suppose we must go too. It’s getting too late.” Palace gave you a brief nod before looking at Slim who gave you a quick wave before following Palace near the door.

“Wait!” You cringed immediately how loud you said it, as if you were some movie character. But it worked, the both of them turning around– almost in sync, how cool– and waiting for you to say what you needed. Palace looked a bit impatient but Slim seemed fine. 

“Could I get your numbers..? Uh, just… In case something happens again.” You explained yourself, Palace nodded after a few seconds. Making a grabby-grabby motion, and you immediately knew what he wanted. Putting your phone into his hand after you opened the contacts section of the phone app.

He was typing before pressing ‘done’, handing your phone off to his brother– who did the same. Then Slim returned your phone back to you. You glanced down at it before looking back at them, they were already halfway out the door.

“Goodbye, (Name). See you tomorrow morning.” Palace had given you a half-assed goodbye, not bothering to turn towards you. Slim contrasted him easily, waving at you with both of his hands, waving his arms around before catching up to his elder brother.

You smiled at Slim’s behaviour before closing the door. He was kind of similar to Rus with how he acted, but again, not so similar. You didn’t want to think about it so you quickly went upstairs, a bit cautious out of fear. You saw your door surprisingly with no hole and the knob was fixed. Talk about a real professional.

Looking inside, you saw your dressing table in a corner but some of the drawers were put next to it, that's probably what Jay meant. It was fucked. You sighed, and grabbed your pillow and blanket.

You didn’t really feel safe in your room, or anywhere right now. So you opted to go to your favourite spot, from the day you bought this house till now. It was the attic that you allowed nobody into. Kicking a certain part of the wall, the trapdoor fell loose. You jumped up and grabbed the edge of the retractable ladder and pulled it down.

It was a struggle to climb up with one arm and with items you needed, but you figured it out eventually. Placing the stuff you needed next to the trap door, you pressed a button on the side of the top part of the ladder which caused it to start retracting itself. 

Then, closed the little door and clambered onto the inflatable mattress you had brought up when you found this place. You had made this your second bedroom, for when times were rough and you needed to escape. 

For some reason, you had relief and safety rush into your body when you looked up at the window that was on the other side of the attic. Laying down on your bed, you could get a perfect view of the moon. 

Slowly, the moon’s lullaby began to flood your ears. The sound of rustling leaves and weak wind pushing against the window lulled you to sleep, as if it was trying to tell you that you were finally safe.

However, in your dreams… You had dreamt of Cracks, but he wasn’t the main focus. But this much more beastly character was, teeth split towards different directions, stained red and pink, and you assume he liked keeping his mouth open… Or he had a dislocated jaw. 

Moving a lot in your sleep, you eventually fell into a deep sleep. 

But you best pray you don’t die tomorrow.

END NOTES!

OK! I think you've met everyone so far.. So here's the list

Undertale SANS - Comic

Undertale PAPYRUS - Rus

Underswap SANS - Jay

Underswap PAPYRUS - Zen

Underfell SANS - Crackle

Underfell PAPYUS - Caesium

Swapfell (RED) SANS - Palace

Swapfell (RED) PAPYRUS - Slim

temporary names:

HORRORTALE SANS - "Cracks"

HORRORTALE PAPYRUS - "Cape" (?? they're [read: i'm] bad at naming skeletons)

I didn't want the horrortale sans to be cuddly in this fic, I wanted him to actually be a monster.. BUT!! Angst coming next chapter! I don't know what you would call this chapter though, angst? hurt/comfort? no clue!!

Anyways people who wanted Swapfell Indigo & Dancetale will get their wishes soon!! Just stick around for a bit longer...

VOTING RESULTS:

Horrortale: 6

Swapfell (INDIGO): 2

Dancetale: 1

OTHER: 0

Happy weekend! Updates every Saturday OR Sunday. Not both, lol.

[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War

An ongoing fic! Summary: It all started with a housewarming party where only you showed up. Now, you're tangled up with multiple skeletons and a woman that hates your guts for no reason. As much as you want to act like you don't care, you really do, so what do you do now?

Ships: Sans x Reader, Papyrus x Reader. However it starts off as an anti-harem. Meaning most of the love interests will instead dislike or even hate the main character in the beginning. There is also a factor that there will be a POLL for the final love interest(s) when it gets to that point.

Right now, just enjoy reading drama, slight romance and daily shenanigans between the Main Character and the skeletons! -> Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

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[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War [CH-2]

Summary: You go to work, and three of your neighbors manage to follow along.

Notes: N/A WORD COUNT: 6.1K

MAIN PAGE CHAPTER 1 <- OR -> CHAPTER 3

Work was a hassle, getting up was a hassle, getting dressed was a hassle… What the hell isn’t a hassle at this point? The fucking word didn’t even seem real now to you…

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you looked down at your clothes. You owned the bakery, can’t you just… Go in pajamas? 

…No. No you can’t… You cant… If you do, then you’ll look like a homeless person claiming to own a building. Then someone’s going to call the cops or something. You’d rather not deal with that.

So, you quickly got dressed. Grabbing the ‘uniform’ (In your opinion, it’s just bakery appropriate wear.) that only you wore, since you were the only employee at your bakery. You should hire some people soon… 

The clothes you wore was a button-up shirt that had a pure beige colour, with black buttons. Then you put on your black slacks, slipping a black and golden coloured belt through the loops and adjusting it until it fit snugly around your waist. Your apron was at the bakery, so you didn’t have to worry about it. 

You opened your curtains, only to see someone doing the same. You forgot the neighbour’s house had a window to a room right in front of yours. You didn’t expect it to be… Palace? 

Eyes widening, you stared at him. He seemed busy with making sure the curtains were hung to the sides, since you could see him tying something and a bit of the curtain drooping at the top to make a curtain bang type of look on the windows. He was wearing a black t-shirt, from what you could see. It was early in the morning so it made sense if he was still getting ready.

What time do lawyers even go to their job?

It seemed like Palace sensed someone staring because he paused with what he was doing, and snapped his skull towards where your window was. Staring you dead in the eyes, making your heart almost leap out of your mouth. You clutched where your heart was, your eyes widened. His eyes matched yours, as wide as the sun at this point. 

You gave him an awkward wave, to which he furrowed his brows at. Guess he decided he didn’t want sunlight with how quickly he closed the curtains. Yikes. 

Is waving offensive or something..?? Damn. Talk about rude.

You couldn’t blame him to be honest, if you were in his shoes, you’d act the same. 

Dismissing that weird interaction, you went downstairs so you could put your shoes on and then grab a fruit from the fridge. You grabbed a banana because it was the easiest to eat on the go. Like, you wouldn’t choke on it or something. It was too soft. Maybe.

Peeling the banana, you stuffed half of it into your mouth as you fixed your pants to layer over your black shoes. Grabbing your keys and locking your door, you removed the banana from your mouth before it could rip off of itself. 

The banana tasted good. You subtly looked at your neighbour’s house, to see if they were out or not… And by subtle, you snapped your neck towards that area, scanning like you were trying to find a victim to attack. 

Once you saw nobody, you hummed. You didn’t bring your bag with you today since you plan to just quickly work and go home asap. You pocketed your phone and keys, checking your other pocket to see if you had your bus card. Yup. You did. 

You were going on the bus today because you had turned your car in to get fixed yesterday, so public transport was the next best thing. So, you began your journey towards the nearest bus station, which wasn’t too far from your house, a 4 minute walk. 

“I wanted you to know, that i’m ready to go, heartbeat– in a heart beat…” You were muttering lyrics of a song that’s been stuck in your head for ages. Bopping you head to the music in your mind, muttering gibberish as you enjoyed the music in your head. 

As you approached the bus station, you noticed someone tall there. 

Oh. It was Caesie. He seemed to have noticed you as soon as you entered hearing range, his head slowly turning towards where you were. For some reason, his gaze on you felt threatening. Though, nothing about him made it seem like he was going to attack you. 

Looking him over, he had a black shirt on under a black leather jacket, a silver chain and black pants. You look at the sky, then back at him. Isn’t he hot? Matte back usually absorbs the most light out of any other material…

“Aren’t you hot?” You asked immediately, since he wouldn’t look away from you. It’d be awkward if you just walked towards him without speaking and waited for the bus. You hated socialising, but you hated awkward silence even more.

“NO.” Simple and short, you suppose. Clearing your throat, you tried to figure out what to ask, feeling a bit unnerved by his side.

“So.. How are you, Caesie?” Continuing the conversation, your sentence seemed to cause him to choke. On his saliva? While breathing? You didn’t know, but his gaze definitely felt much more threatening now. 

“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME BY THAT NAME.” He seemed pissed. Did you just call him a slur or something??? 

“Isn’t– that your name?? I heard Anaia call you that yesterday so–” “NO. IT’S CAESIUM. CALL ME BY SUCH. NEVER AGAIN DO I WANT TO HEAR THAT NAME COME FROM YOUR MOUTH.” Caesium stated, cutting you off swiftly and looking ahead. Yeah, he was angry with you. Talk about a great few interactions. He seemed so lively talking to Comic and whatever the orange’s name was, so why was he so angry talking to you? Even yesterday he was like that.

“..Sorry, uh… Where are you heading?” You didn’t dare to ask about the vehicle situation, keeping it minimal since he seemed mad enough. He glanced down at you before continuing to stare ahead. You figured you weren’t going to get a response, so you continued the conversation for the two of you. “I’m heading to my bakery, since I work there… And need to get money. And… Yeah.” Caesium suddenly looked over at you, eyeing your outfit before nodding. 

“If you’re not busy, do you want to come see it…?” Fuck. Why are you asking him to come? He already seemed like he was going to bite your head off, was this considered overstepping a boundary? Even Caesium seemed disinterested by your offer, tapping his foot against the floor and keeping his gaze off of you. Lord, let a time traveller come and scoop you up so you can kidnap yourself before you run into this guy. Seriously. How does a single skeleton make you so anxious.

“YES.” What the fuck. You looked up at him, but he didn’t bother looking at you. It seemed like he was already thinking about something.

Fuck all that meditation and yoga classes you took, dude. You’re jumping off a building later.

“Oh. Um. Okay.” You cringed at how rough your tone seemed about him coming, but he didn’t react. So you both just stood in silence, neither of you choosing to sit down like a normal person. Why the hell did he want to come? Why did you ask??

The bus eventually arrived after a few minutes of silence, you were mentally scolding yourself while it arrived, so you hadn’t noticed. When Caesium had cleared his throat, you looked over at him– or where he was supposed to be, noticing him about to step onto the bus. So you rushed behind him, joining him and… Literally no one else on the bus. 

I mean, it made sense. The neighbourhood you lived in mainly had elderly people or people with small families and young kids as it was known to have a more peaceful and less lively place, so most were retired or worked elsewhere. You lived here because you liked your peace and quiet. Throughout your life, you weren’t known to be loud. The only person who knew how loud you were, was yourself. 

Sitting down on a seat at the back, Caesium proceeded to sit as far from you, but in the same row. Guess that ‘Caesie’ thing really added onto his distaste for you. Fair enough. 

You thinned your lips and leaned into your seat, closing your eyes as you let your head fall back onto the wall of the bus. It was about 5:30am, the sun was still rising so it wouldn’t hurt to take a nap. It took about 20 minutes to get near to your bakery anyways. 

While you kept your eyes closed, Caesium took it as an opportunity to observe you. You could also tell… I mean, how can you not feel a gaze as heated as his? It always felt like he was judging you, and you’ve met this guy like, twice. Eventually he looked away and you opened your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief that you could breathe without being judged now.

Caesium glanced at you before looking out the window. 

“So, Caesium…” You began a new conversation, the skeleton not responding. “What do you do for work? I only know that one of your cousins work as a lawyer, and the other is like a music producer– soon to be? Something like that.” He looked over at you once you mentioned his cousins, raising an eyebrow at the choice, but nodding slowly. 

“YES. SLIM IS BECOMING A MUSIC PRODUCER…” He then paused, as if he was trying to remember who was a lawyer, his eye sockets squinting a bit before humming. “PALACE IS A LAWYER. YES. HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS.” Caesium suddenly asked, crossing his arms and moving so his body was facing you while he leaned against the interior of the bus’s wall.

“I… Talked to them..?? I’m not a psychic or something, if thats what you’re asking.” You responded, a bit confused by what he meant but still played along. He furrowed his brows– or where they would be?... Same thing, there’s brows somewhere on that massive skeleton head of his. 

“So… Like. I’m taking you to my bakery, could I please know what the hell you work as? I’d rather not go into my bakery and find out you actually work as a murderer. I’m not ready to die in that place yet.” It didn’t seem like he liked that with how he changed his gaze, yikes. Talk about a guy who can’t take a joke.

“I PLAN TO WORK IN THE POLICE FORCE.” Your eyebrows went flying up in surprise, him? Working with the police??? He seemed like he would be the one police would be chasing. “WHAT? DO YOU THINK A MONSTER CAN’T BE APART OF THE POLICE?” He asked angrily, leaning forward and keeping his arms crossed but a harsher fire in his eyes.

“Alright you’re just putting words in my mouth.” You rolled your eyes, “I never said that. It’s just that you seem like the type that would be the police would be trying to catch.” You explained, this is the second skeleton who’s assumed this, the first to verbally express it too.

“BECAUSE I’M A MONSTER.” He argued back, squinting his eyes as if he was testing you. “Again, I never even said that?!” You matched his intensity, shaking your head and squinting your eyes to emphasise your need for him to shut up about this. He nodded slowly and leaned back, you sighed and turned yourself to face forwards. Looking at the window, you seemed to be close. And honestly, fuck if you wanna be in a bus with this guy. 

Standing up, you pressed the red button to alert the bus driver you wanted to stop here. Caesium noticed you stand up and followed, you forgot he was coming with you… 

Thanking the driver, you quickly hopped out and checked your pockets to see if you dropped anything. Thankfully, nothing was lost yet. So you began walking, letting Caesium walk behin– nevermind, he rushed forward. 

“SO. WHERE IS IT.” He asked impatiently, looking around.

“Hell.” You replied, your mood being a bit off now, I mean, who would be joyous after having someone insist you’re something you’re not? Caesium’s mood also seemed to be a bit off now, great. You honestly hope he trips now, just so you can bolt. He didn’t reply to your sarcasm and just stayed silent. 

Eventually the both of you reached your bakery, you shoved the key inside of the keyhole and entered the shop, letting him in before you went to open the blinds, pulling the chains so they rolled up. 

“This is my shop, what do you think?” You were curious on how he thought about your store, glancing at him as you finished rolling up the curtains. You chose a store that was facing the sun, and adjusted a bit of the windows so when the sun sets or rises, the sunlight hits the window and casts a pretty colour upon the inside of the bakery.

That’s what was happening now. The colours orange and yellow began to turn into a more blue colour, as the sun rose, but it gave the cafe a warm feeling.

When you looked at Caesium, he had an unrecognizable look on his face. You hadn’t known him for long, but you never saw an expression like his. It was a mix of awe and curiosity, but something else too. 

“You good, dude?” You asked, opening the counter’s swinging door and entering the employee’s area. “Do you like it that much?” 

“NO. IT’S JUST HORRENDOUSLY UGLY.” …Okay.

Wow.

Your shock was evident, because when he looked at you, he smiled. 

“Get out.” You sighed, shaking your head. You didn’t need this type of negativity, did someone piss in his drink or something? You went into the back of your bakery, in hopes that Caesium would just waltz out. But to your disappointment, when you had returned, he was still there. This time, he was looking at the empty glass display that normally had pastries in it. It was curved outwards so he could place his gloved hands onto the glass and lean a bit.

You noticed his gloves just now, it’s not even cold, whats the point? You didn’t want to ask though.

“WHERE ARE YOUR EMPLOYEES.” Caesium suddenly asked, normally in a store you would see the employees and, if there’s any, a manager opening up the store. Not the owner of the store. 

“Uhh… Don’t have any?” You replied, spraying the cleaner liquid you grabbed onto a rag and cleaning the counter. Suddenly, a phone began buzzing. You immediately picked yours out of your pocket and checked if someone was calling you, but nobody was. Looking up, Caesium had already fished out his phone from his pocket, accepting the call. He turned towards the left to face away from you and began talking.

“HELLO? WHAT DO YOU NEED?” He asked, however his tone didn’t seem impatient. “WHAT? WHAT DOES HE NEED?! DOESN’T HE HAVE HIS OWN DAMN PHONE– OH? BROKE?? HOW THE FUCK… WHATEVER. GIVE THE PHONE TO HIM.” Nevermind, it was definitely impatient and irritated now.

You watched from behind the counter, he used his hands a lot while on phone. Scrubbing the same spot over and over again, you eavesdropped on his call… Not really, his voice is incredibly loud and you can’t hear anyone else.

“YES. RUS, WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Caesium asked, tapping his foot against the floor. He seemed to be content with talking to the person before Rus, now he seemed normal– fast-paced and rude. Nodding along to whatever was on the phone, he glanced at you.

“NO– PLANS WERE CHANGED. IM AT (NAME)’S BA– WHERE? IT’S– CAN YOU LET ME FINISH!?” He yelled all of a sudden at the phone, causing you to flinch from how random that was. Though, it was easy to assume that Rus was interrupting Caesium with random questions…

“NO– YES IT’S DOWN NEAR THE COMMUNITY MALL, THE LITTLE SHOP CENTRE WITH ALL THOSE THRIFT STORES AND CAFES. NO– NO- YES, NO… YES!! YES THAT ONE. FINALLY– YOU’RE COMING HERE???” As soon as he asked the final question, he pulled the phone away from the side of his skull and look down at his phone, confused. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked, noticing you barely cleaned the counter, you began to wipe around the surface properly. Sometimes, you got too absorbed in listening to other people’s conversations… What can you say? You like drama.

“YES. JUST FINE.” Caesium sarcastically replied, turning his phone’s screen off and placing it back in his pocket. “IT SEEMS LIKE THE VANILLA HERO WANNABE IS COMING OVER.” 

“The– the what?? We have a vigilante??” This immediately threw you off, who the hell is ‘The Vanilla Hero Wannabe’..????

“NO– RUS.” He exasperatedly said Rus’s name, as if it was going to kill him if he said it once more. Now it made more sense… Kind of? Caesium rolled his eyes when it finally registered in your head, opting to take a seat on one of the two seater tables.

“So… Uh. When is he coming?” You were confused, why would Rus want to come anyway? Don’t any of this guys have jobs…??? I mean, Palace obviously does, Slim’s starting his in a few days– a week was it?? Caesium was going to be a police officer… But you had zero clue about anyone else. 

“DON’T ASK ME.” Who the fuck are you supposed to ask then??? Your imaginary friend???

You didn’t speak up though, staying silent and finishing the counter off by starting to wipe down the glass display too. Moving around to go back to the front to wipe it down. 

While cleaning, you glanced behind yourself to see what Caesium was doing, he was looking outside the bakery’s windows from his seat. Maybe he was watching out for Rus? You couldn’t figure him out. He was like a Katy Perry song. He was hot and then cold…?

You went to the back to grab a broom and mop. There was two hours until opening so you could take your time. Finding both tools, you grabbed some soap and water and put into the bucket– midway, the bell to the door rang as someone came in. You dropped everything to check who had the audacity to come into a closed shop so early in the morning.

Surprise, it was Rus! You forgot he existed while you were trying to remember how much soap you put into mop water.

“HELLO CAESIUM!!! HELLO (NAME)!!!!!!! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WORK AT A BAKERY!!!! WHERE IS THE OTHERS?!” Rus was already energetic, he wore a cropped shirt– his spine visible– paired with those jean shorts again. But this time they were a bit shorter, above his knees and it was ripped a bit on the bottom, a cute look on him. Especially with the… Picture of him? On his shirt? Did he get a custom crop top with his own face??

“Hi Rus! I–” “SHE DOESN’T HAVE EMPLOYEES. SHE’S THE OWNER OF THE SHOP. IT’S DEPRESSING TO SEE SUCH A POOR STORE.” Caesium sighed, obviously attempting to provoke you. He leaned back into his chair, he kind of reminded you of Palace. You knew everyone had a pair, but you didn’t know who was blood-related (bone-marrow related???) to who. You should ask Rus later.

“WHAT!! YOU DON’T?” Rus suddenly asked, shocked by the revelation. 

“Nah. Never needed any, business is slow and…” You trailed off, watching Rus walk towards you with a weird sense of compassion in his eyes. 

“I UNDERSTAND… YOU MUST BE BROKE!!” Rus exclaimed, placing both his hands on each side of your shoulder, shaking your head. You heard a bone slap onto something, glancing behind Rus to see Caesium’s hand over his teeth, closing his eyes… Was he holding his laughter back???

“I’m– I’m not broke??”

“IT’S ALRIGHT. I UNDERSTAND YOU’RE TRYING TO KEEP YOUR DIGNITY IN FRONT OF CAESIUM AND I!! BUT ITS ALRIGHT!!! I WILL ALWAYS HELP A FRIEND IN NEED!” Looking up at him, you were fighting an internal battle. Do you say no to his help, or do you say yes? On one hand; you might hurt his feelings if you say no, on the other hand, you get free help. 

“Okay. If you want to help… Can you mop the floors?” You asked, deciding to just go with it. If someone said you’re broke, then I guess you’re broke now. In response to your request, Rus’s eyes brightened up. He immediately turned around towards Caesium.

“CAESIUM!!! GET UP!” He called, to which the other skeleton gave him a confused look. 

“WHY AM I HELPING?” Caesium replied, crossing his arms. He frowned even harder. If he was a human, he’d have wrinkles from how much he frowns… 

“MY GOODNESS.. (NAME)... HE’S BECOMING LIKE HIS BROTHER… A LAZY BONEHEAD!!” Rus gasped, slapping his boney hands over his teeth as if the situation had shook him to the core. But, thanks to Rus’s immediate taunting, Caesium stood up. Knocking the chair he was sitting down. 

“HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME!?!? I AM NOT! IN FACT, I’LL CLEAN BETTER THAN YOU! YOU’LL KNEEL DOWN AT MY FEET BECAUSE HOW WELL I’LL CLEAN THAT YOU’LL BEG!  YES, BEG FOR MY ASSISTANCE AGAIN! MWAH HAH HAH!!!” Caesium yelled, immediately stomping over to where you were earlier, behind the counter, after flipping the swinging door open and marching into the back of the bakery.

You heard some stuff being moved around, guess he was trying to find the mop. Looking up at Rus, you raised an eyebrow.

“Was that on purpose?” 

“PURPOSE? WHAT?... NO! OF COURSE NOT, NYEH-HEH-HEH!!” He replied, waving you off with a massive grin on his face. It was definitely on purpose. He seemed to have a brighter attitude when he was out of the house from what you saw last time, it was a bit odd, but you suppose everyone had bad days at home.

“Whatever you say…” You played along, a smile on your own face. “Could you set the mats and seasonings onto the table?” At your request, he seemed a bit confused.

“I THOUGHT THIS WAS A BAKERY, THOUGH?” He asked, only noticing how odd the tables and chairs seemed now. 

“It is, but we have some items that allow people to sit and eat– like a cafe I suppose… Do I even run a real bakery..??? What..” You trailed off to your own thoughts when you realised it was similar to a cafe. Rus stared at you while you were in your own mental battle.

“WELP! I KNOW MUFFET’S IS SIMILAR! SO DON’T WORRY, SOME BAKERYS TEND TO HAVE SEATINGS!! IT’S STILL A BAKERY!” He tried to reassure you, Rus did the same thing as you sometimes. So he knew how to deactivate it, patting your shoulder, he decided to move on. “WHERE’S THE MATTING AND ITEMS? DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE I CAN GO OFF OF?”

You quickly whipped your phone out, showing him a picture. He gently grabbed your wrist to pull the phone closer to his face instead of grabbing your phone. Then, he let go of your hand, having successfully studied the layout. You told him where the decorations where and he rushed off. 

While he went in, Caesium came out with a mop. Ready to scrub the floor back to hell. You opted to go to the kitchen. Your bakery sold pastries and cakes, so you normally came in the night before to start. Truth be told, you forgot this time. 

When you realised you forgot to bake some items beforehand, you groaned into your hands. Quickly grabbing an apron and hair-net, you got to work. Item by item.

20 minutes in, it seemed like Caesium was done mopping the entire store, even in the tiniest spots. You glanced up, mid-mix. He stared at you, then the metal bowls you were using. Sighing, he walked away into one of the rooms, coming back with an apron in hand. He put his head through the loop and tied the strings around his back quickly. 

A bit confused, you stared at him. He quickly noticed when he stood next to you, in response, he placed his left hand on his hip and leaned onto his left leg. 

“WHAT?” Caesium seemed ready for confrontation already. You shook your head slightly, as if to say nothing was wrong.

“I was just going to ask why… You’re in the kitchen..?” You struggled to put words together to form a sentence, not sure on how or what to ask him. Why he was wearing one of your aprons? Why was he helping? 

“BECAUSE YOU SEEMED PATHETIC AND IN NEED. THE GREAT CAESIUM NEVER IGNORES SUCH A PATHETIC BEING.” He announced, patting his chest in pride. You furrowed your brows in response, a bit concerned about how big his ego was proving to be. You glanced at the door that led outside, and he caught on.

“RUS IS BUSY CORRECTING THE PLACEMENT OF THE CHAIRS AND TABLES. AND FIXING THE COUNTER. HE’S ALSO THOROUGHLY WIPING DOWN YOUR PASTRY DISPLAY…” The skeleton rolled his eyes, facing the kitchen island you were working on and looking around. He had seen the board that was above the counter earlier, the ones with all the pastries and cakes. He turned to look in the ovens, crouching down, it seems like you had a few going already.

“But I already wiped it down?” You muttered, continuing to stir the dough in the bowl until it began to form. 

Standing back up, Caesium grabbed the container of flour you had put on the island, and a bowl. Putting it in one area and going off to grab eggs and such. “IT’S BETTER IF HE BUSIES HIMSELF.” He left it at that. Returning with some ingredients and getting to work immediately. 

In truth, Caesium hasn’t baked in a while. Last time he did, it was underground. This world’s underground. His eyebrows furrowed in memory of the underground, how weird it was, how… claustrophobic it was. Instead of lingering on those thoughts, he kept mixing.

Noticing his aggression being put into mixing, you let him be for a while. The two of you were like that for  a few minutes until Rus popped into the kitchen as well. He seemed to be sweating bullets, but it didn’t seem like it was because of fixing and cleaning. 

“IM SO SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO SKIP OFF!!! THERE’S AN EMERGENCY– ARE YOU COMING, CAESIUM?” Rus rushed his words out, an emergency? Looking over to Caesium, you saw an irritated expression. Seems like he knew what this was about, but didn’t look or say anything to you.

“NO. YOU CAN HANDLE IT JUST FINE, CAN’T YOU? TELL MY BROTHER TO COME HERE. I DO NOT WANT HIM MIXED UP IN THERE.” Caesium demanded, having paused his motions since Rus popped in. The worrisome skeleton just nodded, not phased by his attitude and rushed out after yelling a quick goodbye to you.

Caesium went back to pouring the batter into cake moulds after putting some extract in each bowl. Meanwhile, you were just concerned as hell. What emergency had Rus rushing like that? At the same time, it was none of your business. You had just met the guys yesterday– but at the same time, it’s their first day in a new house and they’ve already got an emergency.

However, it seemed like a topic Caesium didn’t want to talk about. Or maybe he had a resting bitch face? No clue.

“So uh… Palace doesn’t seem lazy.” You started a new conversation, to which he snapped his skull towards you for. 

“HE IS NOT. WHY BRING HIM UP?” Caesium asked, moving around until he reached a vacant oven and placed the cakes in there. He made about four one-tier cakes. Quick baker, you noted. If he wasn’t going to be a police officer, then you would’ve asked him to help you at the bakery. 

“I mean– Rus said he was a lazy bonehead?” That had Caesium turning and looking at you like you were a mad man, then looked at the wall while trying to figure out what you meant. Then his face slowly looked back towards your direction.

“PALACE IS NOT MY BROTHER. WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT!?” He sighed, crossing his arms. Quickly unfolding them when he felt flour from his apron touch his bones. Suddenly, the both of you heard someone knock on the glass door before the bell rang. Indicating someone’s entered.

You walked out the kitchen to see who it was, Caesium walking behind with little to no tension. He seemed to know who was here. Looking at where the door was, you recognised the skeletons, he was the one talking to Palace the other night.

“‘ey.” Caesium’s brother raised his hand, not waving it but deciding it was good enough for a hello. He shoved it back into his jacket. He was dressed up in a black parka, red turtleneck– you could see a glimpse of something golden under the folds of the turtleneck, a necklace maybe?–  long black shorts with a yellow stripe on the sides of it, yellow socks and red shoes. Oh, and he red gloves too. But they looked more like mittens compared to Caesium’s.

And he was sweating, no wonder. It’s summer, why is he wearing all that? 

“Hi.” You greeted back, feeling a bit awkward before Caesium spoke up.

“THATS MY BROTHER, CRACKLE.” He pointed at the short skeleton. You stared at Caesium, who looked down at you, before looking at his brother. Your eyes widened as your mouth fell into a small ‘o’. 

“Thats your brother?” You asked, shock evident on your face. In all honesty, you thought Crackle was related to someone like Slim. “I thought he was like… Slim’s or something. They have matching teeth and all…” You pointed out, which caused Crackle to raise an eyebrow and approach the counter. Since he was closer now, you could tell he was sleepy. It was almost 7am now anyways.

“why are we talkin’ like i ain’t even here? ‘that’? what? am I some branded microwave now, ay?” He asked, chuckling. He yawned and basically unhinged his jaw with how wide he opened it, lazily waving his hand in front of his mouth as if he tried to cover it. He slowly blinked his eye sockets.

“My bad, haha. How are you?” You asked, smoothing out your apron as Caesium went back to the kitchen to check on something. 

“i’m doing a’ight.” His reply was bland, but it was expected, you two just met and he’s tired. “knock knock.” 

Raising an eyebrow, you slowly replied. A bit confused on how sudden it was. “...Who’s there?” 

“are ya a here?” Crackle raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was genuinely asking the question, but it didn’t make sense. So you continued.

“Are you a here who?...”

“one, it’s pronounced hero, two, nah. but you’d be mine if you lemme sleep somewhere around here.” He grinned, showing off his golden tooth unconsciously. A small smile slipped onto your face, that joke was horrid. Genuinely, horrible. You had to take a second before replying, knowing you’d burst out in giggles if you tried talking.

“I do have a little staff break room– which is just for me, actually. You can go there. Do you want me to show you where?” You got a nod in response, so you opened the swinging door for the fifteenth time today, letting him into the back and pointing him towards the You Room, can’t even call it a staff room.

You looked to the side, seeing Caesium work on the cakes, and you decided to start putting out the pastries that you’ve made into the display areas. Walking in and out of the kitchen. It was already opening time… With Caesium working on the cakes, it’d be finished before 9, hopefully. 

Once you flipped the sign at the door to say ‘OPEN!’ you made sure to not to move from behind the counter too much. The day went by quickly, Caesium proudly presenting the cakes he’s made and placing them in a nice area inside the display glass. It seemed like he was planning to stick around until you finish. So he ended up working in the back for any person who wanted something to eat here, or a drink. 

You didn’t know why. 

It was almost like he was avoiding going back home.

Crackle woke up about a few hours after you had led him to the You Room, asking if he could get some mustard. You told him you didn’t own any, so he opted for a chocolate shake. You told Caesium to take a break and he did, mentioning that this hour of day, 2pm, didn’t have a lot of customers. 

The three of you talked about nonsense, none of you mentioning the ‘emergency’ at home. It was just about the customers.

Sooner or later, you closed the store at 8pm, surprised the two had stuck around for so long.

“Didn’t the two of you have plans?” You asked, pulling down the blinds for the windows, Caesium had his jacket in his arm, his phone in the other, texting someone. 

“PLANS? NO.” Caesium replied, smiling at his phone. Crackle snuck a peak at who he was texting and got shoved. Laughing at whatever he saw. 

“Well, thanks for sticking around. Hope everything is fine with Rus, though.” You mentioned Rus, which caught Crackle’s attention.

“y’mean the grand ol’ hero, Rus? don’t worry, i was checking up and the guys thought there was a burglar, turns out it was just our distant cousins visiting, heh. haven’t seen the two in ages, y’know?” He explained flawlessly, watching you walk out the bakery, the two skeletons following. You locked the door to the bakery, it was a bit breezy outside now. “too bad they left so soon, might get to see ‘em again later.”

“Really? I get that. Once, I thought someone broke in but it turned out to be two of my friends that got in because one of them had the key and the other was drunk.” You related, letting Caesium walk behind the two of you. 

“what time was it?” He asked, happy to continue the conversation with his hands in his pockets. For a second, you thought the fur on his parka flew up like flames, but there wasn’t anything when you looked at it. Must’ve been some bit of fur flying off.

“2am? I was busy writing down some bills and deadlines when it happened, so I was stressed-stressed. Like, holy shit, I’m already mentally going insane, is this guy gonna actually make me lose my mind?” You animatedly told, causing Crackle to let out a few loud cackles. He seemed to laugh heartily whenever he did. 

“So, how’s Anaia?” You liked her, she seemed pretty and nice. Welcomed you as much as she could, in your opinion. You knew Crackle was dating her, so you wanted to hear more about her. Crackle seemed to sense that you didn’t have some sort of malicious intent behind the question, and didn’t hesitate to talk about her.

You didn’t notice, but Caesium was glancing at the two of you a lot. Especially whenever Crackle said the name ‘Anaia’.

After riding the bus back home together, you bid the skeletons goodnight. They went in first, but you noticed something odd. 

Even though Rus was the one to open the door, you saw someone different next to him, you didn’t recognise them from the dinner party… Didn’t Crackle say they left already? 

They looked at you before the door closed, which ran chills up your body. Shit, it felt like you got caught. You quickly walked into your front yard, then walked up the porch and opened the door. You rushed into the house as quickly as you could, it wasn’t like you were in danger, but it felt like you were invading their privacy by looking at that person's eyes for some reason.

You locked the door, and went up to change back into your pajamas. You made sure the curtains were closed before changing. After you did your nightly routine, you got curious if Palace was in his room, so you opened your curtains. Sadly, the curtains were still closed. Blowing a raspberry to nobody, you closed your own curtains and flopped onto your bed. The thought of that cousin for theirs kept pestering your mind, but you still managed to fall asleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be good too.

[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War [CH-1]

Summary: It all started with a housewarming party where only you showed up. Now, you're tangled up with multiple skeletons and a woman that hates your guts for no reason. As much as you want to act like you don't care, you really do, so what do you do now?

It's not like you can survive on your own. Notes: Hi! This is my first undertale fic for the first time in years, if there's any issues, please let me know!! WORD COUNT: 5.2K

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You hated noise early in the morning, it was the one thing you despised more than snobby customers at your shop. So when you heard trucks beeping all of a sudden outside, you almost had a meltdown immediately. You had a short temper, especially with everything that was going on with your work and some competitors. Someone opened up a bakery across from yours, and it seemed prettier so you’ve been fighting for your life out there.

Getting up from your dining table– since you were calculating some additional costs to your bakery and how it’d affect both your workplace and home– you moved towards the window closest to the noise, peeking out from behind the curtains. Big ass trucks, you didn’t know for what though. You squinted and leaned a bit to the right, since the trucks were in front of the house on your left. You finally spotted the big blue writing on the truck, ‘BIG BIRD MOVING SERVICE!!!’, you raised an eyebrow at the choice of exclamations, but honestly it was pretty eye-catching. 

Then it hit you, you have new neighbours … You felt a bit bad with how your brain jumped to groan at the fact you have new neighbours, but you weren’t always a fan of new people because you can’t tell what type of person they are. For all you know, a bunch of murderers could’ve moved in.

…Or the victims of murderers? You had spotted three skeletons– one was wearing a white shirt and a half-sleeved blue unzipped jacket, probably because it was summer, with a lazy grin. They seemed a bit short. The other two were similar in height, one wearing a similar jacket to the shortest one but in orange and it was full sleeved. The other was in darker clothing, sharp teeth, sharp… Skull too? You personally didn’t know how they managed to make their bones sharp, but hey, you can’t judge them.

They seemed similar in appearance, maybe they were siblings or relatives? You’ve met a lot of monsters who look almost identical and claim to be related to each other. So it wasn’t unexpected. But some weren’t related, just from the same species but completely different families. Maybe it could be the same for them. 

The two tall skeletons were talking to a blue bird, who seemed a bit buff but definitely average height. The third skeleton, the shortest one, was talking to a lively but shorter version of the buff bird. They had glasses on and were rambling about something, the short skeleton amusing the kid(?) by nodding along. You can’t tell if he was saying anything or not because his back was to you now. 

You cracked your window open just by a bit, and you could immediately hear the blue bird talk about how smart he was, the games he played, and his classmates. You immediately closed the window. Maybe not today. You didn’t wanna hear a nasally voice who matched the stereotypical nerd appearance. 

After affirming that people had moved in, you went back to the dining table, picking up your pencil and scribbling down some costs. You weren’t a curious person, so you didn’t go over to greet the three skeletons. You could go in a few hours, claim to have just seen the ‘FOR SALE’ sign suddenly disappear and wanted to greet the new neighbours. 

Also, how the fuck did your water bill spike up from $135 to $210?? You must’ve been careless when it came to making sure you didn’t leave the water on while cleaning… You should fix that habit of yours.

After hearing knocking on your door, you immediately got up. Did your delivery finally come? It said it would come tomorrow, oh well, better for you. You grabbed some money from the table you kept next to the door in a drawer, ready to pay the delivery fee since the shop you bought from didn’t cover it online, you might need to switch shops later, something cheaper or something with more variety of tools.

Opening the door, you were met with a tall boney guy– sorry, a tall boney cool guy , his shirt said so. You stared at the containers in his hands, before looking up at him. He looked like the two tall skeletons you were staring at earlier, but dressed really differently now. Could they change that fast?... Also you didn’t order any food, maybe this is a completely different skeleton who was meant to deliver to the other house, despite the fact he wasn’t dressed in any sort of uniform. Or maybe he was a friend who was visiting someone else. 

“Hi..?” You started the conversation, noticing how he was just staring at you with a huge grin on his face. Maybe he forgot to talk. Or he was waiting for you to say hello first, although he came to your house…? 

“HELLO!!” He exclaimed, his volume wasn’t too loud but it was still louder than the average person. The skeleton presented his hands towards you, each hand had one container. One had spaghetti, and the other had… You couldn’t tell actually, maybe it was a dessert? A slice of something. “MY NAME IS RUS! I’M YOUR NEW NEIGHBOUR! ALONGSIDE MY BROTHER AND COUSINS!” He explained, letting you grab the containers out of his hand, smile as wide as it was when he came to your door.

“Oh! Right, I just– I just saw the truck a few minutes ago actually. I’m (Name), I’ve been living here for almost two years, haha. It’s nice to meet you.” You quickly dmade sure to keep a polite tone, stacking the smaller container on top of the spaghetti, offering your hand to shake his. Rus quickly took your hand, shaking it eagerly. Almost causing you to drop the food he had just given you, but thankfully it didn’t fall.

“IT’S WONDERFUL TO MEET YOU! MY BROTHER IS CURRENTLY BUSY CHECKING IF EVERYTHING HE BROUGHT IS UNDAMAGED, BUT WE WANTED TO INVITE YOU TO OUR HOUSEWARMING PARTY… DINNER!! PARTY DINNER YES!!” Rus invited, very eager to invite you to their house, and maybe some others too. You paused, hesitant about going to a stranger’s house. I mean, you thought of it earlier, the whole ‘neighbours could be murderers’ thing. But then again…

“When is it, and will there be other people?” You quickly asked, trying to figure out the information so you could decide. Rus rubbed his chin with his gloved hand, you didn’t notice earlier but you did now, he had red gloves, but they were also slightly orange? Red-orange? You squinted at his hands to try figure it out before he began talking again.

“IT WILL BE AT 6PM TODAY! AND YES! HOPEFULLY! MAYBE! I AM GOING TO TRY TO INVITE MOST OF OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD! I ALREADY ASKED OUR OTHER NEIGHBOUR, BUT THEY CLAIM TO BE BUSY… AND THE HOUSE ACROSS ISN’T HOME!” Rus explained his situation, rubbing his chin before shrugging and placing his hands on his hips. He seemed a bit fashionable in your opinion, or in today’s standards at least. He had jean shorts down to his knees, sneakers, a baggy white shirt with colourful text saying ‘COOL GUY’. He also had a backwards basketball themed baseball cap, and those gloves he wore were red and yellow, which matched his shoes, which were also red and yellow. He had a loose scarf on, but it didn’t seem to look like wool, more like a scarf made for fashion than warmth.

“I’ll try to come then, thank you for the invitation, Rus.” You quickly thanked the tall skeleton, who giggled a small ‘nyeheh’ and skipped off back to his house. He was a bit weird in your opinion, but who could you blame? Everyone’s a bit weird, even yourself. You took your phone out of your sweatpants, looking at the time, it was 4pm, so you had two hours before you went. You opted to check out the food Rus had brought you, walking to your open kitchen. You liked this house a lot because it had an open kitchen, which meant you could watch TV, since the lounge area was right in front of the counter. 

Placing the containers on the counter, you opened the spaghetti first, grabbing a fork from your drawer and quickly rinsing it before twirling the spaghetti around the metal tool and eating it. You forgot to assess if it could possibly be poisoned, but it was already in your mouth so you gave half a shit and ate it. It was a mix of cold and warm, so it was possible that he had made it earlier today and warmed it before he came to give it to you. 

It didn’t taste bad honestly, for a guy who doesn’t have tastebuds (assumably…) he had gotten the taste and texture of the spaghetti to be perfect, you hummed in contentment. Placing the container lid back on and cracking open the second container, sticking the fork into your mouth as you observed the cake. It looked like strawberry shortcake. You haven’t had some in a bit, so you quickly licked the fork clean so none of the spaghetti or tomato sauce was on it, and took a bite of the slice. It didn’t taste too bad, but it didn’t suit your tastes, it tasted a bit off, maybe the strawberries were a bit too bitter. Yeah, it was definitely that. But you decided you’ll eat it later for sure. You wouldn’t want to waste any food. 

So, instead of choosing an outfit, you decided to watch TV for an hour and a half. When your phone rang, you were reminded of the housewarming party you needed to attend. You had decided you needed to go because it would give you a good impression on whoever lives in the house. Then, they wouldn’t bother you anymore. Plus, there's bound to be other people. So they won’t bother with you as much either. It’s a win-win situation for everyone!

Getting up, after turning your reminder off, you walked through your house. It was a two floor house, bedrooms were both downstairs and upstairs, so it was pretty big. The houses in this lane are incredibly similar, but some had only one level, others had wider houses, or bigger backyard space. You only got this house because you had friends who sometimes visited your country, and you liked having people in your house. That, and your family occasionally visits. 

It felt scary to be in a big house all alone, but you had to be independent. It’s a key thing in your life, how else are you going to live? So, sometimes you buy big shoes that look like what a man would wear and place them outside, especially after getting them dirty and all. You had a bicycle and a car, so you assumed it’s all you needed. I mean, the bicycle looks like one that a couple would use, since it has a little area for someone to sit on and already has a cushion on top. It looked a bit worn so it added to the effect of someone living here. 

You hated having to depend on needing to make it seem like someone else was living with you, but you had to be safe. 

Brushing that topic aside, you reached your room easily because it was the second door on the right in the hallway upstairs. You looked through your closet to find something that could look nice on you, quickly finding your long baggy jeans and a baggy white shirt that had a shark surfing, with big bold letters on top of the picture saying “TOTALLY COOL”, your parents bought this a while back and you wore it whenever you could. It was funny.

You weren’t against dresses, you actually had a lot, but you didn’t know how your neighbours thought about dressing up like that for parties or if they were fine with trousers and shirts. You didn’t need anyone to start gossiping about you. As much as you wanted to say you didn’t care about what others thought, you did . No matter how much someone says ‘just ignore them’, or ‘they’re dumb, it doesn’t matter.’ you can’t get rid of the feeling of unease. Especially when it’s obvious they’re gossiping about you.

Dressing up, you just put on some light make up, seeing this as an event where you won’t be the main focus. You decided to put on some concealer and foundation, then began to play around with some lipstick and gloss to make your lips a bit shiny, but not stand out. Eyeliner is a must, but instead of mascara you just curled your eyelashes and decided you were good. You went back downstairs.

Since your trousers were so long, you grabbed a chunky pair of shoes and slipped them on while sitting on the stairs that led upstairs, but instead of tying your laces normally, you wanted to make it look cool. You’ve seen a lot of tiktoks with people tying their laces into bows, or other stuff. Grabbing your phone from beside you, you searched up ‘How to make butterfly laces’. You placed the phone down and watched the video, it took you a good 10 minutes to get a good butterfly, it was a bit hard since you had huge laces on your shoes. 

Satisfied, you stood up and fixed your trousers so it layered over the shoes, the back of the pants catching under your feet slightly. You pocketed your phone after checking the time, you’ll be 10 minutes early if you go now…

Oh well, who cares. 

You grabbed your keys and pocketed it once you had locked the door. You might be just next door, but you never know when someone breaks in. Might as well just make it harder.

Walking over to the house next door, you noticed how the truck was gone now, there was no trace of it ever coming here. You looked at how only some cement split the two front yards, you might have to invest in getting a little fence and a gate… Your other neighbours were a bit nosy too sometimes and you’d just prefer if their kids didn’t try to pick flowers from your tiny garden. You didn’t have a green thumb so it was hard gardening, some plants kept dying or never sprouted for some reason.

You knocked on Rus’s door, you didn’t really know who else the house belonged to so you just labelled it as his. You could hear some shuffling towards the door and a lock being unlocked– a couple of locks actually..? Did they already install locks or something? It’s been just a few hours…??? 

The door opened and revealed someone that wasn’t Rus. Instead, you were met with the skeleton you were looking at earlier, the one with a pointy skull. The embodiment of every My Chemical Romance fan back in the 2000s. He didn’t look the type to like it, but the fans would love him, maybe.

“Hi, this– uh, this is Rus’s house right? I was invited.” You quickly spoke up before he could say something, like you being a random person. Which you weren’t.

“I AM AWARE. RUS HAD ALREADY INFORMED US. COME IN.” He spoke, his voice was a bit similar to Rus’s, just a bit more deeper and hoarse? It was hard to describe it, but it was different. Matched his appearance well. He had stepped to the side so you could walk in. 

Eyes widening, you were shocked at the fact that the house was already decorated and the furniture was in place, seriously, how the hell..???

“Didn’t you guys just move in? How is everything set up already?” You quickly asked, curious on this topic specifically. Maybe if you move in the future, you could ask these guys to help you. I mean, nothing looked out of place or messy, it looked clean as hell.

“WE ARE SIMPLY FAST.” He vaguely explained, not interested in conversation with you as he walked somewhere else, you got the feeling he didn’t want you to follow though. So… You didn’t.

It was a bit awkward, just… Standing in someone’s house. That you didn’t know about…

Speaking of house, there wasn’t anyone else here but you in the entrance. You expected to hear or see someone you knew in the neighbourhood hear, but you saw nobody. You heard some foreign voices that you immediately assumed were the people who lived here, or maybe their friends? Either way, you didn’t know them.

You heard someone rush down, your eyes immediately darting towards the source of the sound, the house wasn’t formatted too differently from yours, so you didn’t have trouble figuring out where the sound was coming from.

“(NAME)! HELLO! WELCOME!” Rus yelled, quickly walking towards you. He seemed conflicted on what to do in greeting, so he offered you a high-five. You looked confused for a second, so he pointed towards his hand. “WELCOME HIGH-FIVE!” He explained, looking giddy. His energy was fortunately infectious so your face broke out in a confused grin, slapping your hand against his.

“Never had a welcome high-five before.” You commented, blowing some air out of your nose from how ridiculous it was. Not that it was bad, it was just a bit funny to you.

“WELL I AM GLAD I GOT TO GIVE YOU YOUR FIRST WELCOME HIGH-FIVE, (NAME)!!! COME!! LET'S GO TO THE KITCHEN!” He ushered you over to their open kitchen, you were right, it seriously wasn't that different from yours. From what you remembered, your landlord owned this place too, so maybe that’s why. They liked keeping things the same. 

“I like how you did the kitchen.” The compliment seemed to brighten Rus’s mood even more, him giving out a quick thanks before he looked around the kitchen. “So.. Is anyone else coming or is it just me? Not that I mind.” You were quick to add the last part, not wanting to seem impatient.

“HMMM… WELL, THE NEIGHBOURS WERE A BIT BUSY, BUT THEY AGREED TO COME ON THE WEEKEND TO MAKE UP FOR IT! BUT I STILL WANTED TO INVITE YOU! AND THE ONLY OTHER PERSON COMING IS OUR GIRLFRIEND!” Rus explained, having needed to think about all the neighbours he had asked. You tilted your head at him when he mentioned ‘our girlfriend’.

“Our girlfriend…???” You echoed, pointing at yourself, then him, and repeating that motion with a confused look. Last time you checked, you didn’t have a girlfriend…? 

“NYEHEHEH!! NOT YOU! ME, MY BROTHER AND A FEW OF MY COUSINS HAVE THE SAME PARTNER! IN MONSTER CULTURE, IT’S A NORMALISED THING. YOU COULD EITHER HAVE MULTIPLE PARTNERS WHO LIKE EACH OTHER, OR PARTNERS WHO ONLY HAVE INTEREST IN YOU, OR JUST A SIMPLE MONOGOMOUS RELATIONSHIP!” Rus ran down the whole concept, speaking like he’s rehearsed it over 20 times, which he probably did. It’s only been about two or three years since monsters came out anyways. Polyamorous relationships weren’t entirely normalised, but they weren’t exactly hated upon. Kind of. You have no clue, you never were in a polyamorous relationship. 

“Ohh. Right, cool. It’ll be great to meet her then, an extra friend for me.” You took it positively, you didn’t really care about who was dating who, you hated all couples equally if they wanted to be all mushy and weird in public.

“YES!!! FRIENDSHIP! WHAT A GREAT WAY TO PLACE IT!! SPEAKING OF FRIENDSHIP, I’LL BRING ALL MY COUSINS DOWN! IT’S ALMOST TIME TO EAT ANYWAYS!!” Rus stated before he jogged off in glee. Does this guy just not run out of joy and whimsy? It was entertaining to watch honestly, it’s refreshing too. You quickly sat down on the tall stool that was placed in front of the counter. You might need to get one of these, you never thought of getting a stool or two for your own counter.

After a few minutes, some– no, a lot of people came down. Holy shit, Pitbull needs to make a song about an 8 person party now. One’s company, two’s a crowd, eight’s a party..??

You looked at how there was a pattern in these guys. Short ones had a similar skull structure– and they all were the same height…?? Somehow?? Then the tall ones were also all the same height, maybe give or take a few inches for all the skeletons. Some of them seemed a bit taller but some were a bit shorter but they were definitely all in the same range. The tall ones had the same skull structure too– similar, actually, some of them had sharp teeth. One having a golden tooth that matched a short skeleton, were they brothers? Matching tooth core?

“Hi.” You greeted them, you got a lot of greetings back, Rus ushering you to the dining table to sit down. 

You sat at the right corner of the table, on your left, the cool skeleton who greeted you with a high five sat. In front of you, sat a short skeleton that seemed to hold himself as high as the sharp skulled skeleton you met earlier, then sat at the head of the table was the golden toothed skeleton, the tall one. The one sitting across from you seemed to be content talking to the person on his right, which was the guy you’re assuming is the golden tooth’s brother, since they both had gold in their teeth…

A few minutes pass and everyone is chatting away, you contributed a bit but remained silent as possible, feeling a bit awkward. The guy at the head of the table on your right was also silent, guess he wasn’t a fan of talking either. Something to relate to, I suppose. 

Suddenly, there was rapid knocking at the door. The sharp-boned skeleton got up and opened the door, you leaned forward on the table to see who was there. It was a girl, was that their girl–

“Caesieee!!” The new girl squealed, hugging the skeleton that opened the door for her. Was that his name? Caesie? Probably. Maybe?? You didn’t know but you figured that you might learn later. In the peripheral of your eyes, you saw the skeleton sitting across from you grimace at the girl’s entrance, weird.

“ANAIA, JUST ON TIME.” He greeted her, patting her back before leading her to the table. You were going to introduce yourself but Anaia seemed to want to talk about something, and immediately went off on a ramble, most of the skeletons encaptured by what she was saying.

“– So, I was talking to her right after, and you know what she said? That she didn’t care if he cheated or not, because then she can actually get divorced with him? It was so crazy!” Anaia had given an ending to her story, which you were listening to. Kind of surprised as well.

“Was that like… Something she’s just been waiting for? Like for ages?” You asked, and her eyes widened at the sight of you, as if she didn’t know you were even there. You didn’t blame her, you didn’t speak up after she arrived.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t see you there! But yeah, I think? I have no clue, but my name’s Anaia! Who are you, girly?” She asked, smiling. You liked how she spoke, she seemed nice. Smiling back, you introduced yourself, mentioning that you were invited because it was a housewarming party at first. Rus nodded and smiled. He seemed a bit tense now, but you didn’t know why. 

“Oh! It’s sooo nice to meet you!” And with that, she went back to talking to the skeletons. You wanted to say something more but kept yourself quiet, maybe you shouldn’t intrude. It could make you seem weird. Maybe annoyingly persistent.

As Anaia kept talking, you just sat in your seat. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, Rus and Caesie went off to get the food and began to set it on the table. Once they sat down, they announced everyone could start eating, to which they did. You did too, you didn’t eat on purpose so you could just eat here. 

The food was great as expected, munching down on your food you kept your eyes on your plate. Silent and listening to everything everyone was saying. You suddenly saw a bony finger tap twice near your plate, but it wasn’t loud enough for anyone else to glance at you or the intruder. It was by the golden tooth skeleton, who gestured towards the skeleton across from you with his head.

“Oh, uh. Did you need something?” You asked, lowering your spoon down, you were in the middle of eating rice and steamed vegetables.

“Yes. What’s your name?” He asked, his voice wasn’t as loud as the tall ones, but it still had a distinct personality to it, the sound of it was stable.

“Uh, (Name).” You repeated your name for the third time today, surprised he didn’t hear it when you were introducing yourself to Anaia. Maybe he zoned out? “You?” Returning the question back to the skeleton, he seemed to smile a little bit more, it didn’t feel like it was out of friendliness but more of a formality. 

“Palace.” He introduced himself easily, crossing his arms and leaning onto the table once he placed his arms onto it. “What Do You Do For Work?” Another question was shot at you. So you had to think for a moment before deciding to talk about both. 

“I work at a bakery. I also have a workshop online and physically, but it’s something I do on the side.” You did carpentry for fun, honestly. It was something you grew up doing with your dad, and just carried it into your daily life. Saved some furniture costs back when you moved in for the first time.

“Workshop?” He repeated, curiosity evident in his voice as he placed his head onto his hand, his fingers pressed softly against where his cheek was. Could you call it a cheek? He didn’t have a hole where there was supposed to be one, so maybe you could.

“Yeah, I do carpentry.” You replied, shoving another spoonful into your mouth. Chewing as you stared at him, he stared back with the same intensity. “What about you?” Your chewing muffled your words, earning you a disapproving look from him, but he still answered your question.

“I work as a lawyer.” Choking on your food, you swallowed and coughed a bit. Rus looked over at you immediately, patting your back instinctively. You gave him a thumbs up and drank some water, and he left you to be. 

“No way, really?” It was cool, you never met a lawyer before. But he may have taken your surprise to be shocked that a monster could be a lawyer, judging by his face. You quickly waved your hand in front of his face, making him move back and raise an eyebrow. “Not– not like that. I’ve never met a lawyer before, you seem nice for a lawyer too. I mean– I usually see them being rough and mean and stuff, y’know?” Rushing your words out, Palace smirked before moving your hand down to let you know you can suck your hand back to your side. 

“No need to act so shocked, for Toriel’s sake. I assume you’ve never ran into trouble if you’ve never met a lawyer.” To which you replied by shaking your head, he hummed. Knowing he was right. There was a few seconds of silence between the two of you, save for the skeletons and Anaia talking to each other. It felt like Palace was assessing you, so you just continued to eat your food. You were almost done eating before Palace cleared his throat. Is that even possible?

“Slim.” He muttered, the golden toothed skeleton immediately looking at him. Palace nodded his head towards you, you stared at him, confused. But ‘Slim’ seemed to understand immediately. In Palace’s perspective, he wanted his brother to talk a bit. It’ll help Palace assess you too. 

“i’m starting work as a music producer soon.” Now his voice was a mix of Caesie’s voice and a lazy one, talk about weird genetics. Do genetics even affect vocal chords? 

“Really? You like music? When are you starting?” You asked, curious about him now. You turned your body to face him, he seemed hesitant to continue but did.

“uh, next week.” He replied, scratching his neck. “i like music, yeah. you?” 

“Love it. Do you have any favourite artists?” And soon enough, the two of you were talking back and forth. Seems like music was a good common ground between the two of you, he even began asking more about your bakery and carpentry jobs. You noticed Palace was just staring while the two of you talked, so you looped him back into the conversation, which Slim matched.

Soon enough, the party was over as it got late. Rus volunteered to walk you out but nobody but Comic, who you learned was his older brother, responded. Everyone else– but Palace and Slim, you suppose– was busy with Anaia, you noticed him deflate a bit at the lack of response. Patting his back with both of your hands, like a bongo, you told him to speed up or else you might go back home in the morning with how slow he was. He took that comment as a joke, laughing and speeding up. Palace and Slim followed a bit curious on which house you lived in.

“That was nice, next time I’ll try to learn everyone’s name, haha.” You told Rus, walking towards your house on the sidewalk with him next to you, and the other pair behind you. You glanced behind, looking at them. “Why are you guys following? Not to be rude, just curious.” 

“wanted to see where you lived.” Slim answered, Palace humming in agreement as he kept his arms crossed. 

“...So you could break in and rob me..???” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in pseudo-concern. Not genuine with your question. “AH! NO! TRUST ME!! THESE TWO WOULD NEVER ROB SOMEONES HOUSE!” Rus rushed to defend them, Palace chuckled lightly as you tried to let him know it was a joke, but he cut you off before you could. “THEY’RE LIKE VAMPIRES! ASK TO COME IN AND THEN THEY’LL ROB YOU!” He joked, which caused you laugh heartily, Palace guffawing and entering a playful argument with Rus. Slim giggled, simply liking the ambience. 

You stopped in front of your door, the others on the steps to your house. “Welp. It’s time for me to sleep, see you guys whenever.” Giving them a quick wave, you went in after they gave you their own goodbyes. You were quick to close the door, slamming it shut and locking it. Sighing loudly, you were exhausted, you didn’t expect to be so socially drained from a party where more than half the people didn’t even talk to you.

You quickly moved upstairs having kicked your shoes off somewhere in the middle of the house. You took your clothes off and changed into some pajamas, deciding to shower in the morning.

Fuck, you hated socialising so much.

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I like to think the papyruses (if they lived in the same universe by fate) would get along in their own ways, like a bunch of friends living in the same house. Road trips are also a must! Also, Fellswap GOLD Papyrus and Horrortale Papyrus would be adorable as friends. Also Swapfell & Underfell being friends. Love that duo.

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Hi there! I have a request =) ok so can I please get a Science-Teacher Kuroo who students don't like because he assigns too much HW, x Art-Teacher y/n who's super eccentric and all the students have started calling "Auntie" bc they like her so much... and somehow the students realize they're dating

I apologize for such a delay! Happy new years everyone! I had some issues regarding countries and tumblr for a bit but I’m good now!! Hope everyone is safe and doing well! Requests are open again!!!

Good cop, bad cop.

Science Teacher Kuroo x Art teacher Reader

SUMMARY: The students sure are riled up! After calming them down from the stress that a certain teacher gave them, you decide to sit down and spend time with your boyfriend!

WORD COUNT: 1.5K

Various sighs from the students filled the room as Kuroo finished explaining the new homework that’s due next week, 15 pages of a practice exam for physics, 5 questions for each level of difficulty. He obviously heard a lot of complaints but waved it off.

“Y’know, I had to do more pages than you bums and I had to be the captain of a volleyball team too. Now get your asses to your next class before I kick ‘em myself.” Tetsurou joked around, wiping off the smudges that the markers left. He heard a few more complaints but slowly everyone began to file out of the room for their next class before break. Thankfully, Kuroo didn’t have any classes after this. So he could head home early if he wanted to.

But he decided to stay and clean a bit more…

The students filed into their next class, everyone sitting down at their respective tables in groups of 8 as the tables were decently big. You were pinning up a few pictures up the cork board, glancing behind the gloomy students. They always were tired out on Thursday afternoons, and you knew why, but you had the decency to stifle that small giggle crawling up your throat.

“What’s wrong, everybody? You all look so dull today!” You asked, patting your hands as you successfully pinned up all the pictures needed on the board. Spinning around on your heel and walking towards your desk to face your class.

Various complaints burst out of the students’ mouths, almost gave you a migraine immediately. You pressed your little bell— the students knew if the bell was rang, everyone had to quiet down— a few times and waited for a few seconds.

“How about we have just one or two people explaining at once? (Student name), you seemed most eager to tell…” You chose a random student, looking over at them.

“Mr. Kuroo always gives us way too much homework, Auntie! This time— this time he gave us 15 pages! To submit next week!?” The teen complained, dragging his hands down his face and dramatically falling into his friend's arms. To which they muttered ‘look at what Mr. Kuroo did, miss…’

“Oh dear, that much? Well, I can’t do too much about it, but if you’re all feeling a bit stressed, we could do something more simple for today's class?” You suggested, organising your desk a bit while you talked to them. Thankfully, the students seemed happy with that suggestion and once you explained the little freestyle clay project they could do in groups of 3, 2 or alone, they all skittered off to their respective groups and began working at it.

Looking at your timetable for today, you didn’t have any classes— and thankfully zero to substitute for too. You hated substituting for classes but you’d rather not create a bit of a rude reputation all of a sudden. You watched the students before sitting in your comfy office chair and opened up your phone. You found a few texts from Tetsurou and a smile laid itself onto your face easily.

(Red is Kuroo, white is you!!)

Psst.

Psssst.

(Name), you there??

Do u have any classes after lunch? :)

Nope.

I have a class right now though…

I’ll come to you *during* lunch?

Sounds great ❤️

Be careful with those kids btw, I heard about one of them managing to start a fire with a pair of sticks when you were sick and someone else was subbing.

Lol

WHAT

You sighed at the thought of one of them being able to do that. You also wondered why you were never informed of it. God.

Soon enough, it was almost time for class to end, so you got everyone to show their little clay models before cleaning up. There were some interesting ones… Anime characters— someone made two clay models? ‘Go’ and ‘jo’…— the Lorax, a boat, so on.

“Now, I want everyone to listen. You have homework for this class too—“ A group of students groaned, some of them whining. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing big! Just take three pictures of things you find appealing, and we’ll look at them all together next week. Okay? Okay! Now quick, off to lunch!” You rushed them off, wanting to attend to your troublesome boyfriend. You heard multiple rounds of students saying ‘Goodbye, Auntie!!’ In their own weird way, but you didn’t mind.

You did appreciate every student of yours. They were occasionally annoying but that comes with the job, witnessing their milestones in class obviously overpowers that little thing. You pulled out your phone to text Tetsurou to come to your classroom so you two could chat and eat, but the door opened all of a sudden.

“Finally! I thought those mini punks were going to keep you busy all day, lovely!” Tetsurou shut the door with his foot, his hands full of hand packed lunches. He set it down on one of the tables before wrapping his arms around your waist. Giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“You missed me that much? You do realise we see each other everyday, right?” You teased, fixing the tie he wore today, he often switched between formal, casual and business casual. You gave him a small kiss on the lips, cupping his face.

“Yeah, but it’s always nice to see you whenever I can, y’know~” He lengthened out the last syllable, moving his hands up to your back and hugging you. “Also, you’re the only thing that keeps me from throwing a kid out onto the field and making them run laps.” He joked, to which you responded with a light slap onto his chest.

“Tetsurou!” You playfully called out, he laughed with his entire chest. Seriously. It’s a habit he hasn’t let go of since high school. You moved away from him and onto one of the seats. “Come on, let’s eat.” You advised, to which he immediately agreed towards. Sitting on the chair across from you and opening his lunch. You doing the same.

You two ate together, talking about mild topics before you remembered how glum the students in the class before acted. You pointed your fork at Kuroo, smiling.

“I also heard you were torturing my students today, hm?” You accused Tetsurou, to which he raised his hands in a way where he was admitting defeat.

“Hey. I’m going light on them, back in my day I—“ You cut his speech off, already knowing what he’d say. He normally said the same thing to every class.

“—was the captain of the volleyball team, but I still maintained great grades. Hell, I was the top of the class!” You finished his little rant for him. Even going as far as mimicking (read: attempted to mimic) his voice, to which he seemed amused by.

“Good on you for memorising the things I say, darling bunny sugar pie.” He responded in a playful tone, using his chopsticks to raise up a piece of food and put it in your mouth. To which you accepted graciously, giggling.

“Oh my god. They have to be dating!” One of the students gasped, hitting their friend's shoulder multiple times.

“Are you that dense?! They literally kissed earlier!” The other student whisper-yelled, confused by their classmate’s stupidity.

“Well— well ya know that kissing is also a form of greeting people in France or something!” They argued, pointing a finger in the other student’s face.

“We aren’t even in France!? We’re Japanese!?” A different student breathlessly argued, facepalming.

“Oh my gosh, is that seriously Mr. Kuroo and Auntie (Last-name)!?” A new student peeked from behind the crowd of teens who were curious about the ‘secret’ meeting between their strictest teacher and kindest teacher.

“Did any of you guys know they were dating!?” Another student asked, responded with multiple responses, all of them being variations of ‘no’.

The students noticed the two teachers beginning to get up once more, all of them rushing to run away and tell everyone else about what they saw. Some of them tripping but rushing to get back up and get out of there before they got in trouble

The two of you opened the doors as soon as all of them were gone, the both of you laughing at their antics.

“Do they really think we didn’t notice?” You asked Tetsurou, to which he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his other arm busy carrying both your bags.

“Probably, they’re dumb like that. Haha!” He laughed it off, squeezing you against him.

…

“Could you two seriously knock it off. It’s making my drink taste disgusting.” Sugawara commented, filling his water bottle up at the dispenser with one hand while his other hand held his coffee. “Just— just go home, seriously.” He shook his head. Restraining himself from telling the both of you off.

Kuroo and you looked at each other, before cackling in a strangely similar manner. Apologizing to Koushi, the both of you left the building to go hang out.

… You were kind of curious about what rumors will come out of your little lunch date today.

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I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My How would adult Kusuo Saiki act around a shy significant other? request is so good! I love it especially Saiki appreciates that they're quieter than his friends 🤐, he would be slightly worried as they don't mention when something bothers them 😟, he would remove them from anything uncomfortable subtly 👍, he often checks them if they're comfortable in public 👍, they would be brave enough to take care of the cockroaches 🪳, he would prioritise their comforts first but he would also make sure they would still go out 👍, he would be extra careful with his psychic powers around them as they seem delicate to him 🔐, there are little things he would do because he's in love with them 💘, he would make sure anyone who caused them discomfort would pay but nothing violent 😁, he would order for both of them but also would encourage them to order by themselves 👍, he would do his best to persuade them to leave their comfort zone once in a while 👍, life is generally peaceful 😌, and he wished he could read Nendou's thoughts so he can teleport both of them when he suddenly visits them 🤣 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course!

Im so happy you liked it, anon!! I tried my best and i'm really glad you found it good!!!! <3

Also, go ahead!! No need to ask, I'm working on some requests but I'll get to yours eventually!!! Send as many as you want! <333

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Can you do an aged up saiki x non-japanese best friend hcs please? ^^

How would Adult Saiki K act around his foreign best friend?

When he met you, he sort of expected you to act annoying. He isn’t against foreigners or anything but he was worried you’d bother him a lot.

Like Teruhashi, Nendo or Toritsuka.

Mainly like Nendo.

But surprisingly you didn’t seem that bad, you both bonded over a few things after bumping into each other in the cafe he normally gets coffee jelly from.

You aren’t that bad in his opinion.

Though, he notices when you slip up on certain phrases or words in Japanese, makes sure to correct you in a subtle way though.

He’d never say “Are you DUMB? Guys look at this dummy! They don’t know Japanese properly!!!”

Seriously even if you irritated him he’d never say that

Mainly because he doesn’t want attention

He just taps your shoulder and lets you know.

Your occasional Japanese teacher…

You two like to sit in silence sometimes while you do some work you probably forgot to do.

If you wanted to go somewhere, he’d probably deny at first to go with you but then think of every horrid situation that could happen…

Like you mistaking someone saying something else and either getting kidnapped or in a fight… Or you getting lost… And getting kidnapped by some insane people.

In the end he goes with you because his friends eventually got to know you too, and they’d bother him with your disappearance

(Secretly, he's worried about your safety too. But to hell with letting you know that.)

Surprisingly finds your confusion at some stuff entertaining.

He’d make sure nobody tries to scam you, seriously, there’s a lot of scammers around. It’s annoying.

In the end, the two of you bond over simple stuff too, like the people around the two of you, or cafes, mutual dislikes or likes.

He finds you calling him your best friend at some point.

Saiki doesn’t make any movement to correct you, just sighs in his mind and lets you talk.

You’re definitely the more talkative between the two of you.

He finds your stories honestly pretty interesting, especially your own personal stories from other countries since he’s always lived in Japan, optionally.

Never had airport trouble so when you tell him about it, he’s listening with open ears. Even with that resting bitch face of his…

The both of you are the bestest of best friends

Saiki disagrees with that statement but we all know he enjoys your presence every now and then.

Though… He wonders if you could rival Kaido with your energy and ability to misunderstand things sometimes.

Helps you when you need it, even if he’s internally annoyed, he still helps.

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Could I request headcanons for Adult! Saiki with shy gn s/o please?

How would adult Kusuo Saiki act around a shy significant other?

He enjoys your company, it’s less loud in the house when you’re around. Less headaches to deal with, like Nendo…

Saiki would be a bit concerned about how you don’t really speak up when something annoys you, despite being the same.

Would probably discreetly drag whatever annoys/makes you uncomfortable out of the room.

He isn’t very affectionate, openly, but he does subtle things to make sure you’re alright in public situations.

I.e. checking your face occasionally for any signs of discomfort, your thoughts on if you’re panicking, and keeping bugs away.

When you two are in the house, and theres a cockroach around, you become the man of the house.

Saiki’s ‘small’ fear of bugs caused you to grow out of your shell a bit, becoming more confident with doing things.

Kusuo definitely makes you more comfortable whenever the two of you go out.

He wouldn’t force you to speak to his friends, or go out. He’ll make sure you go out from time to time, though. Don’t want you to become a shy vampire…

Finds himself making sure he’s more careful with his psychic powers when you’re around, despite being incredibly confident in himself. You seem slightly more fragile than everyone else in his eyes. 

(He’s very in love with you, just look for the small things.)

If anyone were to make you uncomfortable, he’d make sure that the person would have an ‘accident’ occur and have to leave. 

Nothing violent, but it’ll range from their outfit being ruined to their entire night being ruined. He doesn’t use his psychic powers for anything evil.

He’s the “They asked for no pickles” of the pair.

Orders things for the two of you, however, does push you to try to order sometimes. For your own good, honestly.

Definitely would try to get you to some stuff outside of your comfort zone so you could be a little less shy.

Overall : life is more peaceful. 

Other than Nendo randomly visiting your house occasionally, Saiki wishes he could hear that guy’s thoughts so he could teleport the two of you somewhere else…

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Hi there!! I've been pretty stressed lately, so can you write something where Yaku's s/o is struggling in their favorite class for the first time and is really stressed out about it because normally they're an expert in that class?? Thank you so much I hope you have a wonderful day!!

i apologise for taking such a long time! due to some irl issues, I was inable to properly upload this!! Hopefully this'll come out on Nov 2nd, if I did it properly... Enjoy!!!

Melt your stress away

Yaku x Reader SUMMARY: Yaku's s/o is struggling in their favourite class for the first time and is really stressed out about it because normally they're an expert in that class.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

Sitting down at the table in a study room you and your boyfriend— Yaku— decided to reserve, you stared down at your paper with a mixed bag of feelings upon your shoulders. Yaku had stepped out to get some drinks from a nearby vending machine so you guys could get a bit of a break from studying. You insisted on staying in the room, despite his protests for you to take a bit of air, however, he didn’t push you to leave. He never was pushy, he just sighed in defeat and nodded. Dramatically leaving the room to make sure you didn’t feel guilty about denying, you had your own comforts after all.

However, it’s been a good hour or two since you guys began studying for your exams that were coming soon in a few months— better be safe than sorry, honestly—, and you started studying your favourite subject around 20 minutes ago. However ever since you started studying it today, you couldn’t push yourself to actually highlight or note down anything about it. It was as if it just… didn’t make sense to you.

Why the hell did it not make sense to you?

You gulp down as you stare at the paper, truth be told, you recently got a test back from your teacher, and the results were below your average. You used to excel in that subject, hell, you probably were one of the top students in your class with how quick you could understand topics and apply it to the tests.

Involuntarily, you could feel your eyes water up. Your hand clenching around the pen in your hand. You’ve honestly been pushing down your emotions when your results came back. You just laughed it off when your friends asked if you got your usual grade and nodded, feeling awful for having lied but at the same time… Did you really want to tell them the truth?

You heard the door creak open, Yaku having used his elbow to push the handle down so the door opened. 

“I brought some (favourite drink) for you, (name)!” Yaku smiled, setting down the drink next to where your hand was. However, he noticed the tense atmosphere immediately: mainly by seeing how your head was still staring at the paper, and how tight you were gripping your pen. 

“Hey, (name)…?” Yaku whispered, lowering his tone just in case you might be having a migraine, or a headache. He slowly put his hand on your shoulder, not squeezing it or anything. He just rested his hand there.

You looked up at him from your seat, you must’ve zoned out while thinking of everything. However, Yaku’s eyes widened slightly before they returned to normal. Both his hands slowly moved upwards to cup your face, his left hand’s thumb rubbing against your cheek in a comforting manner. 

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Yaku quietly asked, maintaining eye contact with you. He’s been your partner for long enough to realise that you’re stressing over something again, he’s already got a few ideas since you guys were just studying. 

Your eyes drifted to the side, your lips twitching down slightly. You felt like crying, and it felt a bit humiliating too, crying over this. However, you knew pushing your emotions down would lead to this eventually. So you tell him about how you’re beginning to lose your spark with (class), it’s confusing and stressing you out because you don’t get how you could be great in a subject and suddenly you’re struggling. You couldn’t even annotate anything on the study sheet you two printed out!

Yaku found himself familiar with that type of feeling you told him about. He slowly pulled your head towards his midsection to hug you. Brushing his fingers through your hair and if you had tied up your hair, he made sure to untie it so your scalp doesn’t hurt later on for having a consistent hairstyle for a while.

“It happens to everyone, (name), and I understand how stressed you are. It must be so stressful, right? Gosh. You shouldn’t cry over this, you’re such a smart person. If you’re struggling and can’t find yourself asking the teacher, you can always ask me for help, you know I’ll always help.” Yaku whispered to you, threading his fingers through your hair to help you relax. In all honesty, the physical affection did help. That lump in your throat slowly went away as you two stayed like that for a good minute or two.

“How about we pack up for tonight and take a little stroll? We can get ice cream~” Your boyfriend stretched out the last syllable, fixing your hair as he pulled you away from the hug. His hands on your shoulders as he shook you slightly to playfully encourage you to take a break from studying for today. You hesitated to answer his offer, the both of you staring at each other, but you eventually agreed after weighing out the pros and cons. It’ll be nice to have a bit of a break.

“Alright then. I'll pack everything up, and I'll meet you outside, okay?” Yaku told you, insinuating for you to go out first and take a breather. You agreed to do so, grabbing your jacket and putting it on. Giving him a small ‘I’ll wait for you.’ before you left. 

You waited outside the entrance of the building, gazing upon the stars. You guys had been hanging out all day. You didn’t notice how much time passed, actually. It was always fun to be with Yaku, he was always joyful around you. 

Yaku came out of the building, calling your name out as he had his bag on, wearing yours on his front. He was carrying both bags, in short. Your eyes widened and you ushered to grab the bag but he gently slapped your hand off.

“Let me, it’ll lift some weight off of your shoulders.” Yaku told, smiling widely at the small joke he slipped in, it was a rare sight to see him slip jokes into his speech. You remember him telling you about one of his volleyball teammates doing it whenever they spoke up. Guess they had some influence on Morisuke. 

He grabbed your hand and the two of you began walking on the sidewalk, only after you made him reassure you that he wasn’t going to topple over with how heavy the bags are. Laughing at your concern, he bumped his hips against yours from the side, with little to no force so you didn’t stumble over your feet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine!” Yaku reassured, squeezing your hand in a comforting manner. “Let’s get some ice cream, it’s a nice night for a treat, right?” He suggested, smiling brightly at you.

“Yeah… Sure! I haven’t had some in ages, honestly, it’s driving me crazy.” You complained, scratching your chin with your free hand; seeming happy with grabbing some ice cream. You began to slightly swing your hands back and forth with Yaku, the ambience around the two of you growing to be much more relaxing than in the study rooms.

The ice cream shop wasn’t too far from the building the two of you left, but it seemed to be closing soon as it was one of those ice cream shops that started in the morning and closed at early evening in order to restock flavours and toppings. It was extremely popular, so it made sense.

The two of you began to speed walk— or started borderline running— towards the shop, giggling as Yaku struggled not to topple over with the bags that had different weights. The two of you were huffing by the time you reached. Yaku patted your back as he crouched down, almost falling over again, and regained his breath.

You took that as a sign to order for the both of you.

“Hi, could I have one (favourite flavour) and one…” Your eyes scanned over the glass protecting the ice cream, looking if Yaku’s favourite flavour was still in stock. “Oh! And one cookies and cream.” You looked back up, meeting the seller’s eyes. She nodded and got to work with your ice creams. She asked if the two of you would like any toppings, which you denied.

Yaku suddenly stood up, stating he’s fine now. His timing was interesting, he got up right before you were about to pay for the ice cream. 

“I’ll pay, my treat.” Morisuke gently pushed your hand away from paying, pulling out his own money and paying for the both of you. 

You smiled at the gesture. He noticed, and smiled back. Handing you the ice cream once the cashier confirmed it was the right amount of money. The two of you walked towards a bench and sat down.

The two of you began in silence, but eventually: began talking about a variety of things. From simple things around you to laughing about stupid shit the both of you used to do. You hadn’t even noticed that the stress that weighed upon your shoulders finally disappeared.

But your boyfriend did.

He didn’t mention it though, he only held your hand and kept laughing about a joke you made about how he got hit by a volleyball when the two of you kept talking, having pulled him away from practice to simply chat that day. 

The night remained bright, the stars surrounding the moon gleamed brighter: affected by the joy the pair of you brought.

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sometimes, in order to live laugh love, you have to chug. ALSO I LOOOOVE KIYOKO AND TANAKA LIKE <33!! i'm their biggest fan trust. EXTRA:

ORIGINAL PICTURE USED AS A BASE!!

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Did you get a request? It's headcanons for Adult! Saiki with shy gn s/o. Thanks!

Yes I did! Thanks for the request!! It’ll be coming soon <3

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Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request? Would you accept a request about a character reacting to reader who's suicidal? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you age up characters? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

Hiya!! Here to answer your questions!!

I do both! Happy to do headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, reader-suggested serieses, anything really!!

For a headcanon/scenarios, currently I’m good with 5-7 characters for headcanons! And for scenarios, I’d say 3-5!

I will happily do the same prompt for multiple characters! It’s super fun for me to write things in different perspectives.

Im happy to do female and GN readers, but unfortunately I don’t normally do male readers, which I heavily apologize for! I’ll try improve on it first because occasionally it does feel strange, but this might be changed in the future!!

I’ll write for literally any character! Except for the problematic ones like Teruhashi’s brother, if there’s any characters I’m uncomfortable with, I’ll let the asker know!!

Yes, you can ask for multiple fandoms in one request!

I can and will write about characters reacting to a suicidal reader, however it may take a bit for those requests as I like to thoroughly research about symptoms, causes and effects about each difficulty a person has.

I apologize but no, I do not do poly x readers. This is because I’m not experienced personally about poly relationships, ‘nor do I understand certain aspects about it no matter how much I search about it.

I love AUs, so yes, you may request for an AU version X reader, I love those! Just put a bit of detail in it so I understand what type of AU it is. ❤️

Aging up characters are totally fine as long as they’re not being requested for smut/nsfw requests. Again, I can write suggestive but not straight up smut. But anyways, aging up is totally fine by me as long as it’s not for something nsfw!!

And definitely, you can! I recommend sending another ask in the inbox as due to some spam/scammers flooding my DMs, I have closed my DMs.. But I check my inbox daily! So just brief your previous request and ask if I’ve received it, I’ll confirm! — Though, I may open my DMs again someday, I’ll keep you updated if I do!! ^^

Thank you for asking a lot of questions! This helped me to also clear up what I could and couldn’t write personally, if you have more questions, please ask right away!! ❤️❤️

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hii!! could you write anything fluff related with rengoku?? thank you so much in advance! 💓

of course! thank you for the request!! ❤️ Apologies for taking so long!! 🙏

Umai..? — UMAI!!

Rengoku x Reader — Fluff

SUMMARY: in which you finally get some time to eat a meal with an old friend of yours.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

It was a slow day today, mainly because you didn’t have a mission today. It was weird, in all honesty. You often were out completing more missions than the average slayer per day, and suddenly you don’t have a single mission? Huffing, you scratch your head in irritation of what’s possibly going on, seriously: you might hate demons or whatever, but you don’t hate money.

The day itself wasn’t that bad, the sun was shining and birds all around were having a delightful conversation: except for maybe one or two, they seemed to be having an argument… Kasugai crows, they’re either a blessing or a curse to your life. Which reminded you of something, these crows don’t take as long as the normal messenger pigeon, getting messages around asap. You looked to where your own crow was perched, clicking your tongue a few times to grab their attention. Noticing your dire need for them, they flew over and huffed, similarly to how you did so earlier. 

“Do you think we could head over to the Rengoku Estate?” You asked, scratching the underside of their chin. The crow hummed before waiting for you to continue on. “Perhaps I could send a letter?” You suggested once more, to which the bird happily nodded towards. 

A letter… That couldn’t be too hard to write! You weren’t often on the giving side of letters, more often on the receiving side. Mashing up words onto a piece of paper wasn’t really something you had time for, anyway.

You notice that there’s a nearby inn, as you were on a walk with nothing to do earlier, and quickly entered it. Thankfully it was one that was slayer-inclusive, quickly thanking the innkeeper, you settle down and get to writing. You wondered why your left arm kept throbbing, though. You recall hitting it during a fight but never paid too much attention to it due to the urge to keep fighting throughout the past few days. Shrugging, you kept thinking, what to write?

To the Rengoku Family— Already a bit odd. You knew of Kyojurou’s father and his changes, you didn’t really want to include him in this.

Dear Kyojurou— A bit personal? First names were taken seriously, what if Shinjuro or Kyojurou’s adorable little brother opened the letter, instead? They’d jump into conclusions, especially that drunkard. He had nothing much to do, you suppose. Dead wife, dead life. 

You mentally slapped yourself for that, shaking your head. You quietly muttered an apology to Kyojurou’s mother, before continuing your letter.

To the Rengoku siblings— Inclusive to the ones you liked. Nothing personal and nothing that included the drunkard. You continued on.

To the Rengoku siblings, 

I hope this letter finds you in good health, It’s been a while since we’ve all met together, and I’d like to propose a meeting for us to greet and talk as it’ll be nice seeing you both. 

If Kyojurou is off on a mission, I am still more than happy to spend time with Senjurou, you both are enjoyable to be around after all. 

Please don’t rush your decision, and let me know within two days whether you’d like to accept or decline my arrival. 

Live long, (Full name).

You placed a harsh dot at the end, cringing at how oddly worded it was, but at the same time you gave barely more than half a fuck about how to write letters properly. Clicking your tongue, like you did before, your bird hopped over to collect your rolled up letter: placing it into it’s small carrier under their neck. You gave the bird a small peck on the head, storing wisteria in their locket as you changed it out weekly, just to make sure they stayed safe.

Demons would do anything for more information on slayers.

The crow bid you farewell, returning the peck to your hand, softly given. Stretching, you took the clothes the old woman gave you earlier and changed into it, your arm still bothering you. You debated on asking for a doctor, but decided you’ll ask tomorrow or see one in town. 

After a hearty meal and a few hours of leg exercises, you decide to tuck yourself into bed, expecting your bird to come back the next morning. After all, you were far out. However, a knock at your room’s door caught your attention, blinking a few times: your heart began to race. 

It wasn’t uncommon for a demon to knock to seem friendly, before attacking the person inside of their room. It was apart of their game. They were natural hunters. You gulped, standing up and trying to listen for any abnormal sounds, grabbing your nichirin sword and holding it tight. You slammed the door open—

Just to be met by a terrified doctor’s face.

You sighed in relief, the doctor realizing that they may have scared you and apologizing. Apparently it’s normal for these type of inns to get doctors to check slayers within the first day of rest. So, you allowed for the doctor to look you over, deciding you might as well mention the issue with your left arm. Turns out, it was fractured due to the previous demon. You cursed them out mentally, demons always caused you inconveniences, more than humans themselves…

Suddenly, tapping on the window was heard. You whipped your head around, almost knocking down the doctor. You were met with the sight of your crow back so soon, a new letter in their carrier. You could tell, as there was the Rengoku signature stamped onto the edge of the paper. 

You pardoned yourself from your checkup, your doctor just muttering something about overly rash slayers. But excused you, telling that all you need was some medicine that he’ll give in the morning, and leaving. Most likely fed up by you.

You didn’t care though.

“Hi there buddy, what’d you get for me, hm? Did you convince the Rengoku siblings to let me come with those beady eyes of yours for me? Hmm?” You cooed at the bird, petting them as you opened the small carrier on their collar. You carefully opened the letter, and proceeded to read.

To my dearest, (Name),

It’s most definitely a pleasure to hear from you after multiple long months! The Rengoku Estate would be delighted to have you come here after so long, so please meet soon! If possible, tomorrow! Senjurou has mentioned you many times in your absence, however he is a bit busy with the butterfly sisters in assisting some people! If it doesn’t clash with any of your upcoming missions, may you stay for a day or two? 

Your best buddy,

Kyojurou Rengoku.

P.S. I’ve fed Funimobu and added much more wisteria to his stock! I’m sure he’s still full, if not, then that crow surely is like us! Haha! 

You found yourself smiling at his letter, laying back down on your bed on the floor. You grinned to yourself, you were finally meeting Kyojurou Rengoku after so long, and he’s invited you to stay over at his home. 

You looked to where your bird was, and to no surprise: he was fast asleep.

You decided to do the same, you had a big journey tomorrow.

You had woken up early, as planned, and were happily on your way to the estate. You didn’t exactly grow up in the Rengoku Estate, but you did visit often which was because your families were well acquainted due to your ancestor’s friendship, or that’s what you were told. You partially didn’t believe it, friendships couldn’t last that long. However, it filled in the gap of why your families were so close. So you never bothered too much about it.

It took a couple of hours to travel to the estate, and god were you exhausted. But you still haven’t received a new mission, which began to concern you even further. Why has there been a lack of missions? Has something happened to the master? Did all demons suddenly disappear?

You really couldn’t put your finger on it, there was a lingering feeling in your stomach that there was something wrong.

However, all those feelings went away as soon as the sight of the Rengoku estate washed over your sight, your breath having been taken away by the nostalgia of the estate. It really did feel like it’s been a long time.

Staring at the shoji doors, you knocked harshly onto the wood. Before proceeding to yell:

“Excuse me! Are any of the Rengokus inside? It’s (full name)!”

You could already hear footsteps halfway through your yelling, no doubt your partially deaf friend rushing to open the entrance and see you. He was good at being quiet, having years of practice, so it was obvious he was being loud on purpose to let you know he was the one opening the door. 

That, or you’ve memorised their footsteps and you’re just bargaining with yourself.

In contrast to the man’s loud footsteps, the entrance to the estate softly opened. You (raise/lower) your head, your eyes meeting with bright and curious colours. Kyojurou Rengoku’s eyes. You grin, Kyojurou quickly matching your joy. 

“(First name)! You’re just on time! I’ve finally mastered the perfect bento box combination!” Kyojurou exclaimed, he sounded loud to others: but to him? He sounded as if he was speaking normally. He was hard of hearing due to a demon that had a certain blood demon art that almost turned him deaf. Hence, his loud tone.

However, you didn’t mind.

You never minded when it came to Kyojurou. He was a pure soul.

“Really? Perfect, I was getting hungry!” You matched Kyojurou’s enthusiasm, his volume too. He heard you perfectly and smiled even wider, his smile similar to an owl's general expression. It brought you warmth.

“Very good! It is wonderful to see your hunger hasn’t died down, (Name)! It truly satiates my worries, we have not seen each other for a good amount of time, that is true, no?” Kyojurou started a conversation immediately, allowing you to follow him throughout his home. Senjurou’s sweeping was unheard of, as his presence was absent. 

“That’s true. It eases me to see you doing so well, Kyojurou! You haven’t changed a bit.” You smiled, seeing the skin on his face somehow untouched. Yours, however, had a few scabs and scars. Your body too. However, it never bothered you too much. You knew it would happen.

“Hahaha! I’m glad my unchanging form relaxes you. You can sit outside, I’ve set up a mat for us to sit and eat on!” Kyojurou stopped near the kitchen, letting you take a step in front of him so he could easily pat your lower back. Encouraging you to go to the back porch. 

Nodding, you did as he told you to. Opening the shoji doors that led outside, being met with the sight of a well decorated area. There was a mat, a tea set, wooden circles built to keep any hot dishes on top of it, and two cushions set for the both of you. Smiling, you set your shoes aside and carefully sat down, fixing your (skirt/pants) so you looked a bit presentable despite your tired body begging you to just not care.

You stared at his garden, the flowers and trees as strong and youthful as they seemed back when you were a child. You heard shuffling, sometimes you could barely hear people talk— for reasons you were unsure of— but you could pick up on little noises or faraway conversations easily. 

Kyojurou sat down next to you, his legs tucked under his body in a respectful manner. Having set down the dishes, he looked at you.

“I hope you still enjoy (favorite (sweet) dish), I put my entire soul into making it for you!” Kyojurou exclaimed, scooting the plate near you.

Your heart swelled as soon as you saw it. 

It’s been so long since you’ve eaten (dish), due to your consistent travels and missions and the lack of energy to even search for a shop that made that food after a mission. 

“Kyojurou…” Your voice wavered, smiling even wider.

“Eat up, (Name)!” He pets your head, his calloused hands standing out to you. He offered you chopsticks and let you eat at your own pace, the man himself eating heartily but not chewing loudly. 

However, that signature ‘UMAI!’ Of his could very easily heard. After all, he was literally shouting.

That didn’t really bother you though. That odd feeling earlier was washed away, thanks to him. And also thanks to the dish he made, you knew this took a long time to make, after all: he was awful at cooking dishes unless he kept trying a specific recipe over a hundred times. 

Your eyes softened at your food, then at him.

“Do you think the wind tries to tell us things that are important, but we’ve outgrown the language it uses for us to understand, (Name)?” Kyojurou asked out of the blue, his mouth full of food.

“I just want you to stop saying stupid shit, Kyojurou…” Sighing, you gobbled up the food he made. His voice continued to fill the silence. Eventually, he began asking— repeatedly— if you were going to stay the night, to which you reassured him— again, repeatedly— that yes, you were going to stay and see Senjurou the next day. However, he just kept asking every few minutes “Are you sure?” Just to pull an irritated reaction out of you.

Once you did, he laughed with all his might, even with you telling him it wasn’t even funny. 

The day stretched out, your laughs and giggles harmonising with Kyojurou’s bellowing laughs and comments. You really did miss this. And god, you were glad to have him near you. 

[theplutodeity]

he’s not impressed ..

at all

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[theplutodeity]

I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCH!! ESPECIALLY TBE FACT THE TRIO’S DYNAMIC IS AS LIVELY AS EVER!!

plus this WOULD make sense since Fukunaga’s people skills need to improve.. perfect opportunity and aligns with how he’s a comedian in the future too.. people skills slowly develop and the captain role probably helped..

I love fukunaga..

Nekoma 2nd years in their 3rd year braindump

Captain - Fukunaga

Vice Captain - Tora

Despite his quiet nature Fukunaga gets chosen as captain and he's suprisingly good. He has a way of leading without saying much, he just stares at people and they somehow understand what he means. Besides that he's the best option by default, Tora's too quick-to-anger and Kenma would never take a job with that much responsibility. If either of them was in charge they'd fight constantly since Tora would run that shit like the millitary while Kenma would try way too little. Fukunaga's the perfect balance— he's respected by both his third-year peers, keeps the energy fun with his jokes (but still knows when to take things seriously), gets super into the game, and isn't afraid to douse troublemakers with a bucket of water. He also brings snacks.

As vice captain Tora's essentially Fukunaga's personal megaphone. He does 90% of the yelling, scolds first-years who interupt the coach, and is the go-to-guy for gathering up the team for huddles. Initially some of the new players doubt Fukunaga's captain skills and although Fukunaga himself isn't bothered Tora gets super defensive of him. A lot of shouting about respecting your upperclassmen and whatnot. He also has the tendency to rile himself up (the other teams like to provoke him) but Fukunaga knows how to keep him in check

Tora and Fukunaga insist that Kenma is “Honorary Captain” and convince the new members to call him that. Kenma hates it. He tried to stop them but by the first week it had already stuck. Despite his distaste towards the nickname Kenma's a cornerstone of Nekoma's leadership, he's the brain after all! He's still the strategic mastermind of the team and first-years often go to him for advice (much to his dismay). He doesn't love being relied on by so many people but he tries his best for Kuroo's sake (who he calls to rant to at least 4 times a week).

Fukunaga asked Kuroo to teach him the “We are blood” chant so he could continue the tradition, but the first time he tried it in an actual game he burst out laughing before getting through a single line. Then Tora—being way too intense as always—started yelling at him to do it right, which only made him laugh harder. In the end Kenma put aside his embarrasement and did the damn chant, just to get it over with. Tora and Fukunaga were so proud that they tried to hug him right there in the middle of the court. The whole thing was a mess.

On his last day as captain the first-years dump a bucket of water over Fukunaga's head. Karma at last.