the cheekiness

anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

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“Things have changed.”

Otabeks cheeky friends in Almaty Headcanons!!

- amongst all his posters of famous Musicians and DJs and festival promos there’s at LEAST two or three glossy creaseless fullbody shots of the beautiful soldier eyed Yuri Plisetsky (his friends may or may not have bought for his birthday as a joke, but secretly knowing he’d love them and he does)

-when his cheeky friends in Almaty found out that Beka was finally going to be in the same competition bracket as his (exclusively) highly spoken of (super) crush, the (loving? friendly?) brutally teasing banter (kissy noises, heart eye emojis, birds and bees and protection talks) didn’t stop until Otabek was safely through airport customs.

-when he turns his phone back on after landing, however, theres a hundred new messages and a photoshop edit of Bekas face over a water bottle Plisetsky is drinking from with the caption “this could be you”

- when the candid snapshots of one Russian Ice Fairy straddling the motorcycle backseat of one Kazakh Hero spread across the internet like the sleet of a Siberian mid-winter blizzard, Otabeks friends absolutely lose it.

-every single social outlet of Otabeks (although few) blows up mental. His phone, his friends group chat, hundreds and hundreds of caps locked screaming, heart eyes, tongue winky faces, “FINALLY"s and various funny edits of the leaked photographs and the support makes Beka chuckle quietly, completely red faced, happy.

-Otabeks friends go over to the Altins home for a viewing party of the Grand Prix Final.

-like they do for every big competition. They’re always so proud of him (some of them say so some of them don’t but he knows they all are)

-although understandably upset for Beka, cannot help but continue to tease him about how his “boyfriend not only stole your gold, but ours as well ;)”

-they all go out for drinks when Otabek returns to Almaty, and force him to spill every detail about what happened between him and the Russian Tiger.

-when they hear he’s going back to visit St Petersburg in the new year, the group is almost thrown out of the bar for the raucous uproar that explodes between them.