So I’ve got just a short little drabble I wrote yesterday, probably too short to put in my osc but it’s funny and a little stupid so here y'all go
“It’s not that weird!” Error protested.
“What’s not that weird?” Ink asked, confused, as he stepped into the kitchen.
Blue turned his head towards Ink, snickering. “His tongues.”
“Blue!” Error protested.
“Wait, tongues? As in plural, multiple tongues?” Ink asked disbelievingly.
“Yes,” Error hissed reluctantly, huffing and crossing his arms as he leaned back on the counter. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal! They’re just tongues! Get over it!”
“No way, let me see!” Ink said, grinning.
Error scowled. “I’m not letting you see them,” he hissed.
“See what?” Geno poked his head in the room.
“Error’s tongues,” Ink and Blue replied simultaneously.
“And yes, that means plural,” Ink added. “C’mon, Error, let us see!”
“Not happening,” Error growled.
“Why? What’s so embarrassing about multiple tongues?” Geno asked, a bit curious.
“Nothing, which is why I don’t know why they’re so insistent about me showing them!” Error huffed.
Error glared at Violet, who had just entered the room. “None of your business,” he snapped.
“His tongues,” Ink, Blue, and Geno all said a few moments later.
Violet’s eyes widened. “As in-?”
“Multiple tongues, yes,” Error repeated, exasperated. “Why is it such a big deal?”
The room was silent for a moment before Violet piped up, “I’m gonna go tell your boyfriend, and then you two are going to make use of those pronto.”
Error’s eyebrows shot up as the statement registered. “Violet, don’t you dare tell Lust any-!”
Violet had already left the kitchen.
Error clenched his fists and then huffed again. “Dammit.”
There was a pause.
“…Show us, show us, show us,” Ink started chanting softly.
Blue and Geno joined in. “Show us, show us, show us-”
“All right, fine!” Error snapped. Like a defiant child, he stuck out his tongues.
And in that moment, Lust blipped into the room. Error turned his head and made a startled noise, muffled by the fact that he had his tongues sticking out. He gave a nervous grin to Lust. “Uh. Hey.”
Lust’s eye-lights had shrunk to pinpricks, and more than anything, he looked like he wanted to just reach out, grab Error’s arm, and blip them both away. He refrained from doing so, however, and instead settled for two words.
Lust blipped away.
Error tried to ignore the wolf whistles and cheers as he hurried out of the kitchen, his entire face burning bright yellow.
You know it would be pretty scary if my family even had to ask if I was in my bedroom . Of course I am. Where else would I be? Outside ? The club? With friends ? LOL.
If I got a text saying hey are you in your bedroom I would know instantly :
Ah, yes I must have a doppelgänger wandering around outside that my dear father has spotted, it seems I have found myself in some sort of horror tale!
How delightfully creepy! Wait no - that says chat stories wtf why is she chatting with her dad?????
N: is the perfect type of guy that you’d wanna bring over to meet your parents. He’s not even stressing- he’s got the perfect outfit, knows exactly what to expect from them and what kind of questions they’d throw at him, and he’s bought the perfect gift to have that cherry on top.
Leo: he’s only nervous if he senses that you are, other than that he’d be pretty nonchalant. Ofc he’d make sure to clean up nicely and to not have his hands all over you out of respect for them, and try his best to not stay quiet for the whole night. He’d surprise you by cracking a couple jokes and winning your parents over in no time.
Ken: you’d have to tell him to calm his hyper self down before meeting them. He doesn’t want them to get the wrong impression and think of him as childish, so he’ll remain polite and quiet unless your parents ask him something.
Ravi: he’s hella nervous but he’ll be dead before he admits it. Pretends he’s got everything under control when driving over to their place, but you can tell by the way his hands are shaking and his eyes darting in your direction every so often. His nerves would wash away when your parents welcome him and act friendly, so he’s all smiley and happy the whole night.
Hongbin: is thinking of the most inappropriate things while having dinner, esp if you’re wearing something revealing. Something about the fact that your parents are sitting right there is making him think this way, as if he knows he’s gonna embarrass himself and be a goof. He’d shake it off and remains chatty until it’s time to leave, then he’s thankful that he got it over with.
Hyuk: he’s as devious as ever, and tries to embarrass you even in front of your parents. He’d tell funny stories and get along with them perfectly, but can’t stop teasing you and makes those stories about all the times you’ve done something stupid or funny lmao.
Summary: After a fight, Lin appears at your door with an apology speech.
Warnings: Mentions of an argument, mentions of self-doubt, some swearing, crying, bit of angst, kissing, think that’s it?? (sorry if i missed something)
A/N: This isn’t that long, but I really liked writing it and thought it was cute. Here ya go - Skye x
He was standing at your door, drenched from the rain. It had been almost two weeks since you’d last spoken to him, since you’d sobbed and screamed and slammed the door behind you. You had started it, to be honest, but it wasn’t really your fault. It wasn’t your fault you were waking up alone every morning, it wasn’t your fault you were alone all the time, it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t be silent anymore.
You knew it wasn’t his fault either. He couldn’t help his hectic schedule, the schedule that meant you were so often on your own. But then he said exactly what had scared been scaring you the most, and so, the door was slammed and you ignored everything to do with him for two weeks.
Maybe he was right, maybe he had every reason to spend more time on Hamilton than he did on you. But hearing him say the words had made it all so real. Because maybe you would leave, and it would’ve come to nothing, maybe you would leave and Hamilton would’ve been all he had left to work with.
“Lin, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be doing something purposeful instead, like Hamilton?” you watched as the hurt appeared in his eyes as you shot his words back at him.
“Okay, okay. I know I was an ass but, please, (Y/N), here me out.” his eyes were pleading, when you looked at them you were practically swimming in his guilt.
“Go for it.” you replied, annoyance seeping into you words. As you leaned against the door frame, you prepared yourself for some bullshit excuse, prepared yourself to slam the door again – no matter how much it hurt to do it.
“(Y/N), my life was pretty substantial before you appeared in it. Visited my parents every few days, talked to people who recognised me from Heights, found some place to get coffee every morning. I was content, happy even. Everything was good. Then, you fell asleep outside my door because your friend was drunk and sent you the address wrong, and everything was better. You wriggled your way into my life and I gladly let you.”
You were still looking at Lin with a straight look on your face, waiting for him to continue.
“You quickly became the center of everything I did. If someone asked me to go out for the night my first thought was always ‘What about (Y/N)?’, whenever I wrote something that I wasn’t sure about all I could think was ‘Ask (Y/N), she’ll know’. You hold everything in place, (Y/N). Without you my life is a mess and I never know what I’m doing,” Lin paused, trying to think of what to follow up with. “I know I often ramble like my life depends on it, and here I am, doing it right now, but when it comes to you, (Y/N), I’m so lost for words. Nothing comes to mind. Nothing can compete with your brilliance.”
There were tears welling up in your eyes now, you let him see. You didn’t have anything to hide from him - if you were going to cry, he was going to see it.
“Not only are you beautiful,” he continued. “You’re one of the most articulate people I know. You can spit out the most amazing string of words like it’s nothing, it’s truly wonderful to watch. It’s like you control words, they fulfill your every whim without you even asking. Yet, sometimes you’re so stupid it’s funny. Sometimes you say things that don’t make sense in the slightest, but we still all know what you meant.”
You were full on crying now. Lin always managed to move people with his words and you were certainly not an exception. Your voice trembled, but you spoke anyway.
“I’m not done.” you laughed through your tears a little at his persistence, letting him go on.
“Whenever I look at you it feels like I’m home. I know that’s cheesy and shit, but it’s true. Nothing feels more like home than looking at you, or hearing you speak, or listening to your laugh, or eating your crappy cooking, or watching you smile. You are my home, (Y/N).” he stopped for a second, attempting to control his tears, which, now, were running wild on his cheeks. “I love you, and I know my schedule isn’t always great. I know I’m always busy and I know I’m usually gone before you get up in the morning. I know. But, honestly, (Y/N), there’s absolutely nothing I cherish more than when I do wake up to you each morning. When I do wake up and your hair is tangled in my hands, when I do wake up and your face is buried in my chest, when I do wake up and you’re there.”
“Still not done, (Y/N),” he replied, cutting you off again.
“For the last four years of my life, the four of them in which you’ve existed, I’ve been trying to put how much I love you into words, and I’ve never quite managed to succeed. I’ve come close, but they’ve never matched the beauty and rhythm of your words. So, in my attempts, here it is,” he stopped, checking that you were still with him. “You’re like thinking you won’t make it home for the holidays, but managing to. You’re like thinking you don’t need an umbrella, but you do. You’re like being late, but still earlier than someone else. You’re like watching the stars disappear as orange spills onto the dark night sky. You’re like everything good in the world, and everything bad in the world, and every okay in the world. You are everything in the world. And, if we’re being fully honest here, I’m completely and utterly in love with every single thing about you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
You threw your arms around him, the anger from the last two weeks suddenly disappearing into thin air. The hurt and sadness were gone, nowhere to be found.
The two of you stood there for what felt like hours, arms wrapped around each other as you took one another in. Lin smelt like he always did; coffee and ink. It was your favourite scent in the world, you would bathe in it if you could.
You kissed him gently, lips molding together perfectly. It had been weeks since the last time and you could feel it. You pulled apart, burying your head in the crook of his neck.
“You’re my favourite person,” you mumbled. “I love you, so much. I don’t care if you’re not always there when I wake up, I just miss seeing you sometimes. But, if that’s what it means to have you living your dreams, I can learn to love night cuddles as much as morning ones.”
“(Y/N), you don’t have to. I got my shit together, from this point on, I don’t have any meetings before ten a.m. - I’ll always be there in the mornings now.”
“I can’t mountain.”
*aggressively* “Fuck! The paints not dry.”
“Where am I in the clouds guys.”
“This mountain can go fuck itself.”
“The blue paint attracts to me like a fucking magnet”
“It’s not a mountain. It’s like a fake-n. A fake mountain.”
“My mind is a banana.”
“Ummm, a blob of nothing-ness.”
Student 1: “I can’t figure out what colour this is.”
Student 2: “It’s all the colours all at once.”
*singing* “It’s a mistake. It’s a mistake. Everything’s a mistake.”
“Abort.” *5 seconds later* “Mega abort.”
“I get to do space for my summative. Space! I get to do… Wait that came out wrong.”