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RFA+SV - MC gets a...pic from...some...guy...ok, I don’t know how to title this one.

Ok, to start off:  I am ALWAYS taking funny prompts.  I’m actually a fluff writer, but there’s a lot of crossover between funny and cute.  And it’s therapeutic for me.  I can do the angst thing, but writing happy stuff makes me happy!

Secondly:  so, like is this safe for work?  Not safe for work?  I don’t know!  D8

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i work in a small shop that also holds art classes in the back and i was explaining to this 60+ year old woman that the best way for her to find out about future classes was to sign up for the stores e-newsletter since we send out an email each time a class is coming up
and she says to me very rudely and loudly
“ugh i don’t have email! i don’t use that crap, i refuse to own a computer, the internet is a fad and computers will be gone in a few years anyway”

what? the fuck?

i just stared at her, i honestly could not find any words to reply to that so i just handed her her receipt and said “have a nice day ma'am” to which she responds
“hmph well you stupid young'ns will realize i’m right once we all go back to pens and paper”

two weeks later and i’m still baffled

anonymous asked:

Bless us with part 7 our kind goddess.

Flattery gets you places my dear ;3 the long awaited part seven! :D
Blue narrowed her eyes, but before she could respond the pod hissed softly, signaling that the healing process was finished. She jumped to her feet just in time to catch Lance, shooing away Shiro’s attempt to help. She may have only been 5'7" but she was stronger than she looked. Lance was still asleep, not that she blamed him, poor dear. That ion cannon had really packed a punch.
“Um, Blue? The others are worried about him too, so, would you mind bringing him to the common room? Everyone is waiting. That’s also why I came down here. We wanted to apologize, in person.” Shiro explained, flinching slightly at the deadly glare the humanized Lion gave him. “Do you promise to treat him better?” She growled, already scooping her Paladin up into a princess carry, tucking his head against her shoulder. Shiro nodded. “I swear.” He said quietly, in all seriousness.
“Hmph. Very well then.” Blue turned and left the med bay, Shiro walking after her as she made her way to the main common room. She was still a slight bit angry. They had hurt her cub, which was unforgivable in her eyes. Unfortunately, she could not freeze the offenders without her sisters interfering, as each were quite protective of their chosen cub as well. Red would probably set her on fire, which was annoying in its own right. Scorch marks were hard to get rid of. Not to mention Green would probably tangle vines in her metal body’s wiring again. Seriously, you terrify a Green Paladin one time…
She focused on the door to the common room as it slid open, stepping inside to see a sight that alleviated some of her anger. Keith was pacing worriedly, boots scuffing the floor, gaze trained on the ground. Hunk and Pidge were both on the couch, Hunk watching Keith and bouncing his leg anxiously, clearly distressed. Pidge had rested her arms on top of her legs, head bowed to stare blankly at the space between her feet, obviously upset.
Shiro entered behind her, clearing his throat to gather attention. Keith’s head whipped up so fast Blue could have sworn she heard a crack. “Lance!” The name uttered from the Red Paladin’s lips had both Hunk and Pidge looking up as well, relief flooding all three faces. Blue huffed quietly and moved to set her cub on the couch, the opposite side from the Green and Yellow Paladins. She looked up when her sisters slipped into the room as well, and smiled as Red shot her a begrudging palliative smile. Blue and Red may have been opposites, but the still cared about each other.
As soon as Lance was settled, Blue was tackled into a hug by Yellow, the bulkier human Lion babbling about how worried she was when Blue got broken off of Voltron like that, Green joining in as well and poking her body, commenting on her choice of body type. Black stood next to Shiro, arms folded under her chest and smiling happily at the sight of her sister being safe. Red was busy scolding Keith for pacing so long, the shorter 5'2" woman barely clearing her Paladin’s chest. Blue meanwhile, was trying to answer Green’s questions and Yellow’s babbling to the best of her ability, only to shush them suddenly.
Lance groaned from his spot on the couch, and blinked his eyes open.
*cackles again* I leave you with yet another cliffhanger! I don’t think I even have to ask if you guys want a part 8 at this point :3 soon my dears!
Patience yields fanfics! ;3


Games-Giving - wherein Nanami gives out games to the rest of the sdr2 kids

Somewhere in between the crammed spaces was a logical explanation as to why everyone was packed into Nanami’s already condensed cottage.

Initially, she wanted to bring her stuff with her to the lobby where it’s much more spacious but looking back at her hoards of console she knew that it would take too many trips and by then someone would have walked in and ruined the surprise for the rest. Besides, wasn’t this a surprise in its own way? Granted there’s barely enough room for them to breathe and much less to play but it would have to do. Once everyone had settled in as much as they could possibly have, Nanami started handing out the games and necessary consoles.

“Hanamura, you’re getting Cooking Mama.” She says and before he could be offended at a cheap knock-off of real cooking, she explains her choice. “I know how much you miss your mom… I know that the mama here isn’t exactly like yours, maybe. But I figured it might help with the homesickness hopefully.”

He looks at a loss for words. “This is… a wonderful choice.” And before he could get sappy, old habits kick in. “I’ll have you know that you are an exquisite choice yourself. You don’t need to flatter me with gifts if you want to spend a good time with me.”

She listens quietly, unresponsive. And then stoically turns to her next recipient. “I got you Fat Princess. It reminded me a lot of you while I was playing. It has food and strategy, I thought you’d like it… I guess.”

Twogami chuckles and it is a genuine heartfelt laughter. He’s more than happy to know that he was thought of especially by his one defining character trait. “It’s a worthy recommendation. I shall hold back my judgement until I finish it in all of its glory.”

She takes that as a sign that he likes it so she turns to meet the curious stare of a redhead. “I got you Life is Strange. It’s about this photography student but it’s less about taking photos and more of time travel I think… The protag is a girl with short hair and her freckles reminded me of you coincidentally.”

“Oh, wow that’s some… weirdly specific coincidences.” Koizumi admits it’s not quite the game she was expecting. She expected a typical point and shoot (with a camera) game but definitely not time traveling.

“Her name’s Max so I guess you both have names starting with M.” Nanami adds and then tilts her head in inquiry. “Are you okay with this? I can get you something else.”

“And miss out on time powers? I think not.” Koizumi just shakes her head. Sure, why not? It’d be a nice experience to see in someone else’s viewfinder for a change of perspective. “Besides, where else am I going to find a game that stars a girl and photography?”

She nods in agreement. Before Nanami could move on to whom she had planned for next, Saionji beats her to the punch as she unceremoniously jumps onto her. “Me! What about me? What did big sis Nanami get for me?”

She hands her the game with an excited smile. “I think you’ll like this one… Bully is an open world with the usual freedom of Rockstar games.”

“You had me at bully.” Saionji grins deviously.

Nanami shakes her head. “It’s not exactly that kind of game…”

“But I still get to do the stuff I like, right?” She smirks and breaks into childish cheer. “Yay! Thank you so much for this! I’ll play it to my heart’s content!”

She then turns to the nurse who jumps at the sudden attention. “Mikan, I got you Trauma Center. I know it’s far from the actual thing but I’m not exactly sure how… different it is.” There’s a certain genteleness in the way she hands out the game. And shyly, she asks, “Is it alright if I ask for your feedback on this?”

Mikan is still shocked from the experience of affection that it takes her a beat or two to stammer back, “T-Thank you! I’ll cherish this forever!!” She cries as she holds onto the game tightly to her chest. “You can count on me! I’ll be sure to point out all the inaccuracies.”

“Thank you, too.” Nanami then turns to the more if not the most excited member of the group. She smiles as she gestures to the whole setup behind her. “Ibuki, you get rockband… The full set.”

“Awesome! Ibuki has always wanted to play on these!” Ibuki hollers and she’s already at the drums while holding both the guitar and the bass. She looks just about ready to play all instruments at the same time. “The frets on the guitar are buttons! Kyaaah! How wild is that!”

Nanami can’t help but get carried along with Ibuki’s energy. She’s still smiling when she turns to Pekoyama. “If it’s sword slashing precision then the best I have is Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance. You’ll probably appreciate the free slicing blade mode rather than the button mashing on most games… I think.”

Pekoyama gratefully accepts the gift with a bow. “This is quite thoughtful of you. Thank you. I will try my best to master the fighting style here.”

“And when you get bored of that, take a break and play this instead…” She hands her a portable console this time and when Pekoyama opens it, the game is already on and it’s absolutely adorable. “It’s Nintendogs. Now those fluffballs won’t run away from you… probably.”

“I…” Pekoyama’s speechless but that’s mostly because she’s distracted by the puppies hounding at her screen. No animal has ever approached her with such zeal that it catches her off-guard. It’s a surprise that she’s more than willing to welcome. She locks eyes with Nanami and her lips tug slightly into a sincere smile. “I will remember to return this goodwill of yours.”

It doesn’t go past Kuzuryuu who watched the whole exchange. When Nanami turned to him, he was caught unaware and so his defenses shot up. “Heh, so you’re giving away games based on what we do? Don’t tell me you got me one of those dumb trying hard yakuza themed games.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think you’ll like Yakuza that much so I suggest Mafia as a better alternative…” She innocently tilts her head. “Then maybe it’s better when you think it’s a different culture?”

“Ha! You got a lot of nerve thinking I’ll play crap like that.” He scoffs at her.

“I’m not. I think you’re more respectable than that… maybe.” She says not quite sure what she wants to mean. She gives him a different game instead. “This is Undertale. I think you’ll like the Fight or Mercy mechanics. You’ll choose well, probably.”

“Hmph, whatever.” He crosses his arms but his expression softens. She got him a game with a pacifist route and he appreciates the gesture. He murmurs, “But thanks anyways. I guess I’ll give it a try when I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“I’m sure you’ll love it… I think.” Nanami crosses the room to the other half of the class and Sonia catches her eyes first. “I was trying to find a game where the protag is a princess but it was hard so… I just went for the game with an… intense female main character. Tomb Raider’s a classic and you’re pretty hardcore like Lara Croft.”

Sonia reads through the summary at the back with sparkling eyes. “Oh, I have always wanted to go on my own expeditions without royal guards hounding me!” She claps her hands in her excitement. “I think this is just a lovely game filled with action and adventure! Thank you!”

“Ah, Gundam.” She moved on to the next person on her list. “I know you don’t like games about breeding animals since you consider them…” She squints as she tries to find the exact words that he used. “An insult to the actual gods?”

“That is correct!” Gundam agrees with a scowl. “Those are outright blasphemy! Why waste time on fakes when there are actual gods among us? If I were not such a forgiving Dark Lord then I would have rained judgement on all of those atrocities!”

“But is it okay as long as it’s not based on actual animals?” She asks with uncertainty. She didn’t want to offend Gundam but she’s not sure how well he’ll take this suggestion of hers. “Monster Rancher is a classic for your type. You get to learn about raising a whole bunch of new species that are literally out of this world… Here, look.”

Gundam inspects the game with a snarl at first but as he goes through the monsters, he finds himself more intrigued rather than disgusted. A whole new world to conquer, huh? He breaks out into raucous laughter. “Feast your eyes on these poor lost souls! The time has come for the Tanaka Kingdom to recruit yet more unearthly races! Cower in fear as our strength increases right before your eyes! Bwahaha!”

“Oi, do your delusions more quietly! Nobody cares!” Souda shouts but it falls onto deaf ears since Gundam is already absorbed in raising his first monster. He doesn’t want to accept being ignored but then he remembers that he hasn’t gotten his game yet and so he turns to Nanami with expectant eyes. “Man, looks like everyone’s getting good picks. So what do I get? Is it cool? It’s definitely cooler than dork lord’s over there, right?”

Nanami’s smile is playful. This one was trickier to find but it was an achievement to finally get it. She pulls out a box and brings out its contents. There’s the game and console and… a mini-robot. “Meet R.O.B., he’s your partner for playing Gyromite.”

“This is…” He gapes over the robot and his hands roam over across the plastic, he’s already picking it apart in his mind and deciphering how it works. He expected a game but he did not expect it to come with its own mini-robot. His eyes are shining and he almost looks in love. “This is fricking sweet.”

Even Nanami thought it was cool and she’s sure that Souda thinks of it a tenfold more. While Souda was busy mooning over his new toy, she sets up Owari’s. “I couldn’t find anything close to your ideal but… Wii Sports is close enough, maybe. As long as you strap on the remote and keep your distance, you can play boxing to your heart’s content.”

“So I basically beat people up by actually beating them up?” She shouts a battle cry and gets fired up on the spot. “Yosh! I’m game for this!”

“Nidai, I got you FIFA Manager among other coaching games… I couldn’t decide which one would be your favorite.” She adds that last part shyly but he takes them with a smile as always.

“I’m the best at managing my players! I’ll even be the best in these games of yours!” Nidai lets out a hearty laugh. “I’d watch out for your highscore if I were you.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” She then turns to the last two of her list.

Komaeda is already wearing his trademark lopsided smile and is eager to see what new hope would be born out of this. “I’m grateful that you would even consider giving me a game- the embodiment of your hope- when I’m trash undeserving of such greatness. I feel bad that you bothered thinking about me when I’m worthless.”

Nanami lets out a sigh and her hands are on Komaeda’s face in a heartbeat. “Stop talking like that or you won’t get yours.”

“But I don’t-”

“Stop.” She puffs her cheeks while she pinches his.

“Ow! Okay, okay. I concede.” He chuckles and even raises his hands in a show of defeat. “I’m still new to this whole thing about people thinking I’m worth more than I really am.”

She stares at him for a long time, judgingly, taking his words into careful consideration. She huffs again and releases him. “Close enough.”

“Well you do inspire me to try, you know.” He smiles and there’s laughter dancing on his lips. “The truth is I’ve never been this excited in my life! Oh, aside from that time I received my acceptance letter to Hope’s Peak Academy that is.”

Somehow he always brings back the conversation to hope. She shakes her head and there’s a small smile forming. “Here. Try this.”

He takes the phone in his hand with the camera on and it surprises him slightly when something else appears on the screen. “Uh, Nanami? Is there supposed to be a creature here?”

Her hand quickly swipes the phone out from his grip and her face practically beams. “A Lapras! As expected from Komaeda’s luck!” She flicks her finger a few times and by the fifth pokeball, she catches it with a triumphant smile. “I’ve been looking everywhere for her. Thanks for helping me out.”

“No problem.” He chuckles and then inquires, “So I’m guessing that wasn’t actually my game.”

She smiles shyly and then hands him his true gift. “That’s Legend of Mana and it’s legendary for its unique luck system. Almost the whole game is rigged on luck… I think.”

“I see. Then it is fitting for me.” He smiles broadly. “As expected from the ultimate gamer. Instead of bringing me the usual games, you hand me an excellent rpg. I will not let you down and maximize my luck just as much as your hope inspires me!”

“As long as you have fun.” She giggles and there’s a cough behind her. When she turns around, she sees the only person who has yet received a game from her. She smiles wider. “Hello there, Hinata.”

“Uh, hi.” He flushes and then straightens himself after a shaky breath. He fidgets from being too tense for his own good. He’s nervous even though he has no reason to be. He looks like the only person who’s afraid of what he’s about to get. “I know I don’t have any talent and all… so I’m sure you had a hard time finding a game for me.”

“Oh, not really.” She objects readily and she makes sure that her voice comes out as reassuring as possible. She finds his worries odd especially when there’s no trouble at all. “Actually… I picked out yours first.”

“What?” He shoots her a look of confusion. And when he holds the game in his hands, he feels absolutely lost. “Danganronpa…?”

“I feel like it’s life-and-death important for you to be good at this.” Nanami says in a tone that’s too serious to be talking about just games. And then in the next moment, she’s back to her laidback self. “By the way, it’s a series and I’ve already finished the latest one: New Danganronpa V3 or ndrv3 for short.”

“Um…” He’s still staring at the game and trying hard to read its hidden meaning but he comes up with nothing. He feels that there’s a joke somewhere in there that he’s missing. “Wait, so how did you end up picking this out for me?”

“Just an important feeling… probably.” She casually shrugs. There’s something cryptic underneath her words but he doesn’t have the code to decipher them and so he just loads the game with skepticism and caution. She nods at him approvingly. “When you’re done with that one, I’ll lend you the second one. I’m sure you’ll find the sequel more… interesting, I think.”

Nanami pulls out her own portable console and continues the minigame she left off. Every now and then she looks up to check on her classmates if they needed any help but they’re too engrossed with their own games, some more loudly than others. Playing games with everyone here is different from her usual peaceful solitude but it’s a good kind of different. It’s nice, she thinks.

And in this crammed cottage of Nanami’s where everyone is busy having fun, she thinks that everything is as it should be.

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Cross-over between SLBP and Bleach. Reactions. Lords and retainers plus the side fellas and ninjas. MC is a kickass shinigami. [She's beauty she's grace. She'll bankai your ass into Seireitei space. *bricked*]


“Are you expecting me to be surprised? A powerful woman fits the bill for Lady Oda, I’d presume nothing less.”

He mumbles after she leaves the room, “How in the seven hells am I supposed to be intimidating when she fights off hollows for a living..”


“Lord Nobunaga would definitely feel threatened if he knew you were more powerful than him.”

“What do I think about it, you ask?”

“I’m fine with it, of course, I just worry that you’ll be lonely without me when I die.”

“Send me off with a smile, will you? Maybe the God that takes me will turn me into a soul reaper so I can be with you again.”


“Whoa, you send spirits to the afterlife?! That’s so cool!”

“Wait, there’s no evil spirits after my soul, are there..?”

“Er..if there are, will you protect me from them..?”

“Wait, no! I have to be a man and protect you from those..things!”


“You know I’m not a fan of you getting yourself in dangerous situations, little lady.”

“I’m not one to talk, am I..hmph..well, if you’re good at what you do, who am I to complain? The grim reaper needs his goddess of death, after all.”


“Kita always read stories about Shinigami before me and Shigezane went to bed, but I always that they were myths..”

“If it isn’t too much trouble, when it’s just the two of us, will you teach me more about it?”


“I’ve heard of soul reapers, but I’ve never actually seen one in the flesh before, I’m afraid.”

“It seems that I’ve yet to know all of your secrets, my precious girl. Kita will surely be glad to hear about this.”


“Wow! So Shinigami really do exist, huh..”

“The grim reaper has never looked cuter.”


“You’re a WHAAA-?!”

“Stupid! You’ve known me all these years and never told me this?”

“Well yeah, it’s cool, like, REALLY cool, but that’s not going to stop me from protecting you, just so you know.”


“A Shinigami? Hmph. Don’t get the idea in your fruitless head that you’re better than me, even if I’m a mortal, you answer to me only.”

“I’m not jealous. It’s perfectly normal for me to be wary of inhuman men, just because they have a couple of years added to their life they think they can wag their tail at any piece of meat they find.”



“As if it wasn’t bad enough that you’re older than me, I now come to realize that you’re centuries older than me? What a disgrace..”

“Listen, you! Don’t get all arrogant just because you can defeat evil spirits..and live for a long time..and have super strength..”

“Don’t laugh at me!”


“My goodness, is that so..?”

“The title of a soul reaper sounds too bleak for you, rather, you’re a dark angel, letting those around you pass on in peace.” Kenshin stfu


“Shinigami, is it..”

“That might be trouble for me when its my turn to pass on, I’d rather be stuck on Earth by your side.”


“Ooooh? Is that so? You’re quite lucky, you know! Even after hundreds of years you still look pretty as a picture.”

“When I die, I’ll just wander the Earth with you, I’d make a pretty kickass ghost, wouldn’t I?”


“I always knew there was something ethereal about you, I’m glad you told me.”

“You truly are Lady Sanada.”


“You have a power..just like me?”

“People don’t make you feel ashamed of it, do they..?”

“I’ll always think you’re special, so don’t worry.”


“Did you say soul reaper?”

“Ahahahaha! That’s amazing! Ahahahahahaha!”


“That means you’ll get to witness me die, what an honor..”

“Hm? You don’t want to see me die?”

“Then I guess I’ll try to stay alive. For you.”


“What? I..huh?”

“You’re messing with me again, aren’t you..”

“You aren’t? Oh..”

“I guess it doesn’t change who you are, though. Even if you were a human, you’d be kind, and..”

“I’d still fall in love with you..”



“No, no..I just..I need time to process..wow..”

“I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with..you know..you being one or anything..”

“You’re a strong woman, through and through, and being a Shiginami has nothing to do with that.” It’s Shinigami you dumb bitch


“Damn, you’re serious?”

“Hey, you better not let Kenshin in about this, he’d probably lock you in his treasury and never let you out. Not that I’d let him, of course. Ain’t no one taking my soul reaper away from me.”

fic for victuuri week day one!

Title: i have a confession to make
Rating: Teen.

Wordcount: 1.6k

 “Yuuri,” Victor asks, his voice suspiciously cheerful. “What’s this?”

Victor is holding a poster. Not just a poster, though. The poster. The 2013 Victor Nikiforov doing a swimsuit spread for Vogue poster that he hunted for for endless months.
Although he knows it’s pointless, Yuuri racks his brain for any, any possible way to explain himself that doesn’t include the sentence: “I was obsessed with you and I maybe jerked off to you when I was 15 once or ten times.”

Link to A03: here

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anonymous asked:

PaRt 11 iS WhAt I nEeD !! GoD of bLuE! I pRaY To yOu!

*laughing* I hear thy mortal plea, and thus I grant you part 11, my dear!
It was late, she should have been asleep in her metal form, but it had been so long since she’d been able to walk around of her own free will. Which is probably why Shiro seemed so surprised to see her wandering the hallways that night, after everyone had already been tucked away for bed. It had only been a day, and the first time her sisters left their Lion forms they had gone back in order to recharge.

But unlike them, Blue had been storing energy ever since she’d met her precious little pilot, waiting for the day when she’d finally have enough to form a human body to match her Paladin’s species. But now she turned on her heel to raise an eyebrow at the Black Paladin. “Oh. Blue. You’re awake this late at night? I kinda figured you would be back in your Lion form by now, since that’s what Black did the first few nights she used her human form…” Shiro trailed off, unsure how to fix the awkward and tense atmosphere.

After all, Blue was still upset over the mistreatment of her little cub. One day doesn’t fix the damage of a month. And they had damaged her Lance, unintentionally or not. Blue hummed quietly. “I have not used this form in a very long time. I was storing energy in preparation for when the system finally repaired itself.” She stated coolly as she motioned for Shiro to walk with her, instead of standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway.

“Also, I would ask you why you yourself are not asleep like your fellow Paladins. My studies on human anatomy and physiology during my time on Earth show that lack of proper sleep leads to negative side affects.” No one was safe from Blue’s mothering side, it was just in her nature to care for others, no matter how angry she was at them. Besides, this was her cub’s potential mate. She had several questions for the Black Paladin, might as well clear them up now.

Shiro laughed wryly. “Just… felt like checking the perimeter is all. Black is currently covering the other half of the Castle.” He explained as they both padded quietly down the dimly lit hallways. Blue raised an eyebrow, figuring there was more at work than just “feeling like a walk” here, but didn’t press further. That was Black’s job, not hers.

They walked in silence for a little while, when Blue finally spoke up. “Thank you, by the way.” Shiro gave her a questioning glance. “For earlier. Carrying Lance to bed while I was busy with my sisters. Thank you.” She clarified, and as she suspected, a light blush formed across the Black Paladin’s cheeks. Hmm. Interesting. She’d have to ask Keith and Pidge a few things too it seems.

“Ah, I was just trying to be a good teammate. Besides, he was barely out of the healing pod, walking was out of the question. We’ve been treating him badly for too long, I figured I should start trying to make amends before we lost him again…” Shiro managed to keep the embarrassment out of his voice, but the look on his face was more than enough for Blue.

“Black Paladin, I want to know your intention with my cub.” She stated suddenly, stopping and pinning Shiro with her gaze, both stopping in the middle of the hallway near Pidge’s room. Shiro blinked, startled at the sudden inquiry. “My… what?” Blue folded her arms under her chest and quirked a brow, the very image of a mother interrogating her son’s future boyfriend. “Your intentions with Lance. Because I’m receiving very mixed signals from you about him and I’d like some clarification.” She asked, and Shiro suddenly got a whole lot redder.

“Oh. Well, he’s a vital part of the team and an all around nice guy to have backing you up…” Shiro tried first, but Blue stepped forward and he stepped back in return. “Your. Intentions.” She stated quietly, golden eyes full of promises of intense hurt if he said a single word wrong. “Umm, I have no intentions? I really don’t?” He squeaked, the intimidating commander of Voltron reduced to a shy and blushing schoolboy under the ancient Lion’s gaze.

Blue hummed, pleased, and stepped away, finally allowing Shiro to relax. “Hmph. Very well. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to talk to my sisters about something.” She said calmly as she walked away, towards the Hangars, leaving a shell-shocked Black Paladin behind.

“What the hell just happened…?” Shiro muttered, as Pidge opened her door, peeking out and grinning at him. “You just got the meeting the parents lecture! From Blue!” She giggled, Shiro merely going brighter red in response and pressing his face into his palms.

“Pining denial! I fucking called it!” Red screeched, pumping her fist in the air and turning to give Green a high five. Yellow merely sighed in defeat while Black smiled indulgently. “Language, Red.” She chided lightly as Green spun around, cackling about how her calculations were always correct.

Blue rolled her eyes at her sisters, sighing. The Lions had been betting on possible mate pairs since they’d met their Paladins, and Yellow had been betting on Lance and Hunk.

Black had been torn between Lance and Shiro or Keith and Shiro until the Blade Of Marmora incident, when Red had come back smugly informing them that Keith saw Shiro as a brother more than anything else.

Green and Red had both been rooting for Shiro and Lance since day one, though they’d also been chatting about Keith and Hunk. Green had firmly declared Pidge off limits though, not that anyone was going to argue with her. The smallest cub was too young for a mate, even if she was barely a few years younger than the others.

Blue was very into the Hunk and Keith pairing, but her Lance was too precious for a mate. She’d rather tuck him away from the possibility of a broken heart, thank you. Black sidled up to her youngest sister, smirking. “Oh Bluuuuuuee~!” She purred, and the blue haired woman pouted. “Absolutely not.” Black’s smirk widened. “Come on, even you can’t deny it at this point.” Blue kept her mouth shut. “They’d be cute together and you know it.” The eldest Lion sang cheerfully, and Blue pouted even further, crossing her arms under her chest and slouching a little.

“Black, no. My cub is not ready for courting.” She argued. “Oh come on, Blue! Don’t you think they’d be adorably lovey dovey as mates?” Black wheedled, knowing she was wearing down her sibling by the waver in Blue’s lip.

A few moments of silence while Red, Yellow and Green leaned in as well, each giving the youngest Lion a knowing smile.

“…….okay, maybe a little bit cute.”” Blue mumbled in defeat, and Black grinned. “Told you so.” Blue glared at her pride. “I hate when you’re right.” She huffed. "I always am, dear sister.” Black purred, completely smug.
The Lions have a betting pool on their Paladins and nobody else is any the wiser. Soon enough Green will pull Pidge, Keith and Hunk into helping make Shance canon while secretly doubling up in getting Hunk and Keith together. What? Their Paladins deserve happiness! And Pidge needs blackmail!

But yeah. Part 12? Or should I finally end this arc and move on to the next one, the one I’m calling the Progression Arc with a shit ton of awkward flirting and fluffy Shance? And bits of Heith? :3 send me an ask telling me if you want a part 12 or the new story arc! :D

(Masterlist here!- https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/160169071603/mama-blue-au-masterlist )

ahsokacassian  asked:

"For one ticket, your total is 6.50." "Is that the senior price?" "It's actually our early bird discount, so it's even cheaper than senior price!" "Hmph. Well, you should have a senior discount on top of the early bird discount." Why are old people so fucking cheap. Lady, you're already saving a dollar from our regular senior price, can't you just be happy with that.

Most older people live alone and all their friends have died. They are lonely. But why can’t they just say hello or other small talk. Why do they have to mostly be nasty as duck o other people. Like it’s my fault you woke up today and your going to make my life miserable too.


anonymous asked:

Every blog always has a what if mc was a kpop star or was a amazing singer...how would the rfa and v and unknown react if mc was tone deaf and sounded like nails on a chalkboard(mostly because I'm the worst singer ever, btw I love your blog :3 )

Okay but that’s literally me too! My singing voice is so awful too so I feel you lol! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this but I hope that you like it!! :D


  • Yoosung was off in his room playing games like usual so you decided to take a shower
  • He won yet another round of LOLOL and took a little break
  • When he took his headphones off, Yoosung heard what sounded like someone screeching to a song from in the bathroom
  • Yoosung shuddered at the horrible noise and assumed that it was a song that you were playing from your phone
  • When you got out of the shower, you walked into the kitchen to find Yoosung making some dinner
  • “Hey MC what was song were you listening to in the shower? And who was the singer, they were awful!” Yoosung asked you
  • You turned your head in embarrassment and awkwardly answered “Uh that was me singing Yoosung.”
  • He immediately feels so bad and runs over to hug you almost crying as he says “I’m so so so sorry MC! You weren’t that bad, really! I’m just a little tired from gaming and I probably didn’t really understand what I was listening to, please forgive me!”
  • You told him that it was alright and that you wouldn’t try to sing as loudly anymore
  • But Yoosung still felt horrible and made your favorite dinner for you and kept reassuring you that you weren’t really that bad of a singer


  • Zen was practicing his script for a new musical that he was starring in with you - He had a long singing part that he was excited about
  • Zen had the voice of an angel and you loved listening to him practice  
  • Once he finished practicing for his solo song, Zen asked for you to practice a duet song with him
  • He started singing the first part and when it was your turn, you sang your heart out to try and be as good as Zen
  • You finished singing your part and looked at Zen excited to hear what his opinion was on your singing - Zen’s eyes went wide, how could someone as perfect as you have such a terrible singing voice?
  • “So how did I do Zen?” You asked him - He blinked a couple of times and forced a smile saying “Your singing voice is uh good MC.”
  • You smiled brightly and hugged him, telling him how excited you were that Zen approved of your singing voice
  • Zen smiled and hugged you back, there was no way he could tell you how awful your singing voice was
  • “Hey MC, how about I give you some singing lessons to make your voice even better!” Zen told you
  • You happily agreed and Zen sighed in relief
  • Even though your singing voice was atrocious, Zen taught you some basic skills and over time it got slightly better
  • Zen just made sure not to let you sing in public for both your own sake and his


  • You and Jaehee were closing up the cafe for the night after a long day
  • You were cleaning up the cups while Jaehee was sweeping the floor
  • Jaehee was singing in a small voice and your eyes lit up when you heard her
  • You knew the song she was singing so you decided to join in and sing in your best voice
  • Well your best singing voice was simply terrible and Jaehee jumped when she heard you sing - “MC… What in the world was that?” Jaehee asked cautiously
  • You smiled and said “That was me singing silly! You have a great singing voice Jaehee, we should sing together sometime!”
  • Jaehee sighed and decided to state the obvious and say “MC, your singing voice isn’t very good. But mine isn’t either so let’s not sing together.”
  • You frowned a little but agreed saying “Yeah I guess you’re right. We can just listen to Zen sing in one of his musicals instead!”
  • Jaehee smiled in relief and nodded saying that she wholeheartedly agreed with you
  • So for he rest of the night and Jaehee cuddled on the couch and watched Zen’s musicals, neither of you singing along  
  • Jaehee was silently relieved that you took the news about your singing voice so well and decided that she would tell you all about your good qualities instead


  • After another long, stressful day of work, Jumin was looking forward to coming home
  • On his way home, he thought about how he wanted to have a nice dinner with you and just cuddle each other for the rest of the night
  • Jumin walked in to the penthouse and the sound of someone’s singing was heard
  • He thought that his ears would bleed from the horrendous singing so Jumin went to find the source
  • Jumin was left almost speechless when he saw that the horrible singing was coming from you
  • You were laying down on the bed singing in your ‘unique’ singing voice to Elizabeth the 3rd
  • “MC, what’s wrong with your voice?” Jumin asked startling you and Elizabeth the 3rd
  • You smiled saying “I’m just singing a little song for Elizabeth the 3rd! We were both waiting for you to come home and got bored.”
  • Jumin gave you a confused look and said “I don’t understand. Your singing voice is appalling but it seems like Elizabeth the 3rd enjoyed it. She doesn’t even like it when I sing to her…”
  • You pouted and said “Hmph, well maybe my singing voice is better than yours Jumin! I bet you’re an awful singer too, sing something for me.”
  • When you heard Jumin sing, everything became right in the world
  • Jumin smiled when he saw your surprised look and pulled you in for a hug
  • From that night on, you had Jumin sing you to sleep every night since his singing voice was perfection
  • But Jumin still thought that even though your voice was awful, he always had you sing for Elizabeth the 3rd since she seemed to like your singing voice better than his for some very strange reason


  • You and Seven were bored one night and decided to go out for a karaoke night for something new and fun
  • Seven was extremely hyped when the two of you got there and immediately started searching for duet songs for the two of you to sing
  • Once he found the perfect song, Seven dragged you onto the stage to sing
  • It was some cheesy romance song and it was fun until it was time for your part to sing
  • Never in his life did Seven hear someone sing so horribly and the rest of the crowd agreed
  • Some people started booing you and telling you how terrible your singing voice was
  • When Seven saw you on the verge of tears, he grabbed the microphone and started singing in the worst voice that he could come up with
  • Everyone’s attention was now focused on Seven who then told him how awful of a singer he was
  • He had enough of the rude people and took your hand and lead you back to his car
  • “Why did you do that Saeyoung? I mean I know that I’m not a great singer, but I didn’t realize that I was that bad.” You sad sadly to Seven
  • Seven scratched the back of his neck and said “Well no offense, but your singing voice is kind of… bad. But there’s no way I’m letting those people get away with saying those mean things about you. They’re going to be destroyed by the Defender of Justice!”
  • So that night, Seven went through and hacked into all of the obnoxious audience member’s accounts and essentially ruined them for making fun of you
  • When he was finished, Seven told you all kinds of jokes to make you feel better and he said that he could use your terrible singing voice as a weapon against the other RFA members when they wouldn’t listen to him
  • You agreed because who couldn’t say no to this adorable dork?


  • You and V were doing some spring cleaning mostly cleaning out his thousands of pictures that he’s taken
  • V was in the other room tidying up and humming to himself in his own little world
  • But he was rudely awakened when he heard some kind of terrible singing
  • He assumed that you were playing some kind of music and went to investigate
  • V’s eyes widened when he heard the awful singing wasn’t coming from some one else, but it was coming from you
  • “Is something wrong V?” You asked as he continued to stare at you
  • “Was that you singing just now MC?” V questioned
  • “Yes it was! Why? Was it really that bad?” You asked nervously
  • V smiled telling you no that your voice was beautiful and he was just surprised was all
  • There was no way this angel could break your heart and tell you that your singing was horrible, no matter how bad it really was
  • So for the rest of the day, you sang in your awful voice to V and he only smiled, telling you how good you were
  • At the end of the day you had finally convinced V to sing a little something for you
  • And when you heard him sing, you told him that you would rather him sing than you since he was clearly much better
  • V had never been so thankful in his life at your request


  • Saeran was acting moodier than usual today and that was saying something
  • You felt bad for him since he seemed more sad than anything else so you thought of some ways to cheer Saeran up
  • You grabbed him some ice cream and sat down on the couch with him handing him a spoon
  • Saeran started to feel a little bit better so when he was done, you made him lay down on the bed to cuddle with him
  • You laid behind Saeran, stroking his hair and he seemed to be calming down
  • That was until you thought it would be a good idea to sing a little song to help him fall asleep
  • Saeran sat straight up when he heard your terrible singing and gave you a strange look
  • “MC, what the hell was that?”
  • “I was just trying to sing you a little song to help you fall asleep since you seem kind of upset… I’m sorry if I did something to upset you.” You said sadly to Saeran
  • He sighed and said “Well yeah your singing voice sucks. It’s worse than Saeyoung’s laugh.”
  • You were about to get up and leave him alone but Saeran grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the bed
  • “Your singing voice may be awful but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. Sorry if I hurt your feelings and thanks for trying to make me feel better.” Saeran mumbled
  • You had always made Saeran feel better because of your kind heart but Saeran made a mental note not to ask you to sing for him ever again
  • Unless it was to make Seven go crazy

orenjineki  asked:

(I really love your blog so far) 1!P America opens his door to see his female crush who just so happens to be studying in his country for a few months, but someone stole all her stuff when she arrived including her passport/money/suitcase and now she's scared of being homeless or being sent back home. Will the hero be able to help his damsel in distress?

Stoooooopppppp! You all know my weakness! I can’t handle praise! Staaaahhhppp! Hmph! Well, fine!

I don’t know about you, but I’d probably break down if everything I had was stolen. So I had reader-chan break down.

“Mun! If everything is gone, how did she get to Alfred’s house-?”

*lovingly smothers anon* Ssshhhhhh. Hush child. Let the fanfiction happen. Don’t ruin it with logic.


What was at the top of the list of things that America wasn’t expecting to be at his doorstep?

His crush.

So, you can imagine his surprise when he opened his door, after the doorbell rang, and there she was, looking absolutely terrified.

The moment she saw him, they locked eyes for a second. And in that second, relief and despair flickered onto her face as she nearly tackled him, near tears at this point.

“Whoa! Yo, dudette, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what’s with the random visit?” His confusion was rising by the second, and her near breaking down was not helping. Should he be happy that she was this close to him? Yeah, not when she was crying.

“S-somebody stole everything! My money, my suitcase, my p-passport! Alfie, I don’t wanna be homeless! How am I gonna get home!? What if they SEND me back, before I can even do anyth-!?”

He cut her off, happy as can be. “OOOOOHHHH! How about you stay here! Yeah, that sounds great! There’s no way you’ll get shipped off if you’re here with me!” He grinned, proud of his solution, and reveling in the way his heart started fluttering. She’d be in his house. It would be just him and her…yessssss.


“W-what? Can you really promise that?” She asked, pulled back slightly, causing him slight disappointment, only to look at him with widened eyes, causing him to fanboy slightly from her cuteness.

He puffed his chest out, voice taking on a boastful tone…per usual. “Of course I can! Leave everything to the hero!”

She kept looking at him for a moment or two, before breaking into a wide grin. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” This time she actually hugged him, rather than clinging to him in an attempt for comfort.

And boy, did he feel the difference. And he loved it.

Now that she had started to settle, his mind finally wandered to what the next few months would entail. She’d be so close all the time. He could see her whenever he wanted-

Holy shit.

She’d be using the same shower as him.


And her clothes were gone.

Until they eventually got her new ones, she’d have to wear his-

He wasn’t going to survive this. The mere thought of seeing his girl in his clothes was almost too much to handle. If it actually happened…

Well, she couldn’t leave as long as her passport was gone, right~?

xyourpinksky  asked:

Hi! Can you do a BTS reaction to a new trainee at BigHit Entertainment that can dance and play drums very well, please?

a/n: i used a female trainee..



Originally posted by jiminrolls


“i think we’d dance pretty well together.”

Originally posted by loveshob


“talented. hmph..”

cold and bugged

Originally posted by dreamyoongi


“y-you know… you could.. teach me?”

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants


“wOWOWOWOWWOWOWO” he’s fascinated. a lot. suggests also to play drums on live stages and asks if the trainee could join them on tour.

Originally posted by mvssmedia


“…dance? uhHHHHHHH”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


“we’d probably be the greatest dance duo on earth. but im the best.” dance battles are gonna happen with this boy

Originally posted by nnochu

Man on a Mission

Hanzo Shimada was no stranger to operations. He was considerate, and though there had been days where securing his next goal was more important than his life, his well-being, and the health and safety of those around him, those days were more in the past. He’d gotten to a point where the people he worked with had gained value, where the looks of concern whenever he pushed himself too hard or took too large of risks. 

No, he’d gotten to a point where he was beginning to accept Overwatch. Beginning to feel more at… home, he supposed. Healing was a tumultuous process but he’d found support among the team, among those he once sneered at (and still, sometimes did). It was a slow process, reclaiming a life that had never really been his, but he was beginning to enjoy the freedom he’d found in forgiveness. He was able to pursue his own interests, express himself (as the apparently shocking haircut and piercings could attest), and begin to take advantage of his second chance.

Of course, there was one thing he’d been yet unable to do. Which was why, after two days of silent deliberation and reluctant speaking with his brother, Hanzo Shimada was on a mission.

He was going to give McCree a compliment.

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Walking Alone | Jungkook

Word Count: 1.1k
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Warning: Depression, Swearing, Sexual References


Summary: Jungkook and you always walked home together from school, but one day it just all… Stopped.


Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

“Jungkookie! Hurry up it’s raining!” You laughed chasing after him.

“All the better reasons to stay here and watch you in the rain!” He called back.

You two were best friends. Did everything together.



But it all stopped when you slipped and dislocated your arm. You saw nothing of it, it was only a dislocation… But Jungkook saw it as everything. He saw it as his fault. His doing.

Two Weeks Later

Two weeks ago you dislocated your arm. It did hurt, but not too bad. It was kind of fun because you got to miss out on school for a whole two weeks, isn’t that great! It was boring though, you were hoping Jungkook would come over and stay with you for a bit.

In fact he didn’t contact you at all. No texting, no calls, no nothing. He just didn’t contact you, and that just made you even more excited to see him. You had waited two weeks to see him.

The school bell rang, and you were just at the gate. You were always late like this, so you were hoping Jungkook was there. He’s always early. Thankfully you saw those familiar brown eyes and instantly ran up to him.

Well you stopped half way actually.

You came back to school to see your other friend from Primary School. (I’m not American sorry!) With their tongue town Jungkook’s throat. How did that feel? Well it felt like too much that’s true.

But mostly it felt like betrayal.

Thankfully you had other friends. Those other friends knew how you felt about Jungkook, they told you that they had started dating the day before you came back and that they backed off them to not hurt your feelings.

They were really great friends, better than Jungkook at the moment, and Liza, my other friend. Well not anymore.

We were all texting in a group chat about it during class. 

[9:24AM]  [Name]: It really does suck guys…
[9:24AM] Paris: Just like Liza’s sucking off Jungkook right now.

I turned to Paris in class to see her grinning at her own joke, soon I was smiling. She always knew how to lighten the mood. But then I had one glance at Liza and Jungkook and instantly felt terrible again.

[9:26AM] Ella: [Name] quit being upset, you know we love you more than that jerk ever did.
[9:26AM] [Name]: I know, I don’t know why I’m upset… I just kinda feel like shit. God dammit this makes me wanna fucking suicide this is how much I hate it.

You could see Paris replying, but she was stopped her the teacher put her hand out in front of her.


The teacher grabbed the phone out of Paris’s hand and started reading the messages.

All of your eyes widened. But the teachers frown turned into a sad attempt of a smile.

“Miss [Name] please come see me after class…” She spoke softly.

You shivered. She was going to pity me? She was going to scold me? What was she going to do?!

Class went on for what felt like forever, but finally it ended. Which wasn’t good. you needed to speak with the teacher.

“[Name], I read your messages. Why do you want to suicide? I stopped reading at that point.” She spoke.

You shuffled in your chair, did you really have to answer?

“I don’t want to talk about it, please let me leave.” You mumbled quickly.

She sighed and nodded, then motioned for the door.

Those few seconds were god awful.

“What the fuck! You can’t say that! It’s absolutely none of your business bitch!” You heard someone yell.

It wasn’t anyone, it was Ella. Ella was always calm about everything, she would always work it out passively. She never swore, never yelled. She was an introvert, but she was perfect. This was a whole new Ella.

“Hmph, well it is the truth!” Another girl huffed. Oh my shit it was Liza.

You turned to the corner and saw Ella pinning Liza to the wall.

“Ella!? What’s happening!?” You shrieked.

Ella let go of Liza and turned to you, “She was saying how you’re already getting in trouble and it’s your first day back.”

You wanted to scream. That fucking bitch. You know what helped? The fact that Jungkook was standing there letting them fight.

“Just leave Liza.” You muttered.

School thankfully ended, you wanted to get the fuck away from this torture. Why were people like this? Why was the world like this?

You sat outside the school for about half an hour in the rain when your then messaged you to say she couldn’t pick you up.

You had to walk home in the rain with it fucking storming. Lighting, thunder, you hated it all.

A long sigh left your mouth and you picked up your soaked bag and started walking home. A small smile formed on your lips, this was the place that you and Jungkook would wait for each other at. Then it turned into a frown, that was the place you saw him and his ‘girlfriend’ making out.

You started walking through the rain it was raining really hard and you were in your uniform. Which sucked.

A small ding came from your phone and you checked it.


“Jungkook!?” You shouted aloud.

[3:42PM] Jungkookie: Babe i’m home, come over?

You cringed, he sent you a message. But to the wrong number.

[3:42PM] [Name]: wrong number. sorry to interrupt you asking your girlfriend to have sex with you. better luck next time.

You were furious. He didn’t reply probably because he didn’t want to talk to you. God dammit he pissed you off. But you stopped in your tracks when you saw the place it all stopped. Your friendship.

Tears fell from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. You wanted lighting to burn that place to the ground.

“Why do you want to suicide?”

You had your teachers phone number since she was over-protective and gave it to everyone’s. The only reason for messaging her was… To answer her question.

[3:56PM] [Name]: Because of Jeon Jungkook.

And you put your phone back in your pocket. Then walked to that one place. That place where it all stopped.

Then you…


But it was a lot harder.

And you passed out this time.

Everything turned black.

And you couldn’t breathe.

It made you happy.

Maybe it made him happy too?

(Okay i’m gon go cry-)

In The Country of Hearts ♥️

Summary Idea: It’s a world where the Queen is able to gather energy from everywhere but cannot use/exert it—Fons.
And the King is called Vis for being able to use the energy but can only take it from the Queen.
The exchange is done by either the act of intercourse in the exchange of body fluids to allow more energy to be taken, or quick fixes via kisses (less energy taken, of course)

Pairing: Fellcest

(they’re not bros here)

“Sans!” Thunderous steps made its way to the bedroom chambers as the King slammed the doors open.

“Get your lazy ass up already! It’s past noon!”

Doors shut just as hard and an irritated groan followed under the covers.

“Ugh, fuck off. ’M still tired.”

“It’s noon! And is that any way to address your King?!”

Sans grumbled, slowly sitting up. The blanket was the only thing covering his lower area for he was still bare. “I’m recharging myself since you took so much last night.” He yawned widely, not bothering to cover his mouth as he sleepily met the other’s gaze. “And I’m your Queen, asshole. I can treat and call my King however I want.”

“Hmph.” Papyrus didn’t mind the snarkiness of his mate and was quite proud, and amused if he admits, that his partner wasn’t pliant. His Queen needed to stand by his side as his equal after all. Still, “Your mannerisms are still atrocious.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway,” Sans stretched, sighing in relief at the crack of his bones. And the tall skeleton couldn’t help his eye lights move about as the marks from last night’s activity still looked fresh. “Let’s get down to business. What’s got you so annoyed?”

Papyrus was reminded how sharp his lover really was. He cleared his throat to answer. “… It’s nothing you need to concern about.”

“Oh fuck you. Tell me. You woke me up. Can’t be for nothing.”

“Hmph. Very well … Have you been chatting up some of them?”

Sans took his time to remember if he did. “Yeah, some of them. Why?”

Papyrus found himself turning his hands to fists by his sides. He covered the action by crossing his arms. “You are not allowed to associate with them anymore.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Don’t give me that shit. What did I do?”

“You know what you did.”

“What, flirting a little? You know it’s just to gather some info and allies. We are preventing chances of rebellion after all.”

“What you’re doing is unnecessary.”

“Unne—How dare you?!” Sans snarled. “I’m doing this for you, you asshole! How else am I supposed to support you?!”

Papyrus neared the bed, making sure to use his height to his advantage as he towered over him. Arms placed on either side of his partner as he leaned down. “Just being by my side is enough.”

The short skeleton huffed. “Don’t be sap.”

“It’s the truth.”

“That shouldn’t be all.”

“But it is.” Papyrus kissed Sans on the cheek. “I’ll say it again. Just being at my side is enough.”

“But …” Sans looked down with a frown. “Isn’t it too much to bear the weight?“

“Thank you.“ The short skeleton raised his head. It was only when they were alone that Papyrus was affectionate, but with how busy the latter usually was, the loving moments they can share felt rare. “But I’m more than capable of handling it.”

Sans leaned to the touch on his cheek and Papyrus smiled. “You’re supposed to be my lazybones of a Queen. What are you doing?”

The short skeleton laughed. “Yeah, what was I thinking.”

“Besides, you’ve yet to get your energy back. I’ll send someone to bring you a hefty meal.”

“You’re spoiling me.”

“Don’t I always?”

They shared a slow kiss, simply enjoying the relaxing moment.

Still, Sans didn’t get his answer. “Not to ruin anything, but you didn’t answer what you got mad about.”

“Hmm,” Papyrus stood and his smile looked villainous that the short skeleton couldn’t help getting reminded how dangerous his lover could be when he wants to. “Let’s just say that if you do manage to meet them again, they’ll know their place.”

Sans didn’t know what Papyrus did, and he’ll probably never know. And somehow, he felt that it was for the best.

After all, there was a reason why no one had ever gone against the monarchy in the country of Hearts. And it was something only the King will know.

Phew, took two drafts. had to scrap orz

Maybe one day, I can showcase one of the King’s powers for the last country I have in mind. Derp. will attempt orz

I’ll reveal what King’s ‘true’ powers are eventually. hoping. Greatly hoping. ;v;)