I'm not sure if you're still doing these prompts, and sorry if you aren't, but if you are, could you do the lovesick/obsession prompt
"How did I ever get so Lucky...?"
With Dusty?
Maybe the reader could be saying it to him?
Hehe okay :D
I’m having a lot of fun with these yandere things. I never write stuff like this so being able to is... a lot of fun -w-
Dusty felt so lucky to have his datemate.
At first, he was so worried about them leaving him and finding someone else that they were much happier with but then Pappy gave him an idea, they wouldn't be able to find someone else if they weren't allowed to be near other people, right?
He was right!
Ever since he took Y/n away from their world, bringing them to the world of Nightmare's castle, they were both so happy together. There was nothing he would change.
The first few weeks, they seemed upset, and would even shout and complain at him but after a few weeks, maybe months? They seemed fine being here. Then they even started to like it! How amazing, right? Right?!
Now nobody could ever take Y/n away from him. They were going to be together forever.
Today they were laying in his bed, cuddling. He had his arms wrapped around their waist, with his head nuzzled into their tummy, the softest purrs coming from his chest. They had their hand rested on top of his head, petting their fingers against his skull.
His hood was back, something he didn't often do but he trusted his datemate.
"Hey Dusty?"
He makes a soft sound to show that he heard them, just the smallest bit annoyed that they would talk. It was distracting...
"How did I ever get so lucky...?"
That... made him pause.
What?
He lifts his head, looking up at them squinting slightly "what are you talking about?" he asks.
They smile, putting their hands on his cheeks, gently pressing them against his skull. "How'd I ever get so lucky to have you as my boyfriend?" They lean down, peppering soft kisses against his skull and teeth. The best way to kiss him, honestly.
His cheeks quickly get a bright purple blush on them his eye sockets widening "H-Hey!" he turns his head away, tugging his hood up to try to hide his face "Warn me before you do that," he grumbles.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he should have never trapped them here, he should let them see their family, but they don't have a family to return to. He made sure of that himself.
hi! for the prompt could you do “alright you’ve won, happy?” or something like that (i can’t remember what it exactly was HAHA) with killer with an s/o that always challenges him to like duels or like play fights HAHAHA and finally won? i think i’d be kinda funny and cute
Let's go!
Killer had always been proud of his ability to fight, even before he became what he was... now.
Sure, that didn't mean that he LIKED to fight, just he was proud of how good he was at it. Most of the time, he would rather have not fought back when he was just Sans.
Now he was Killer, and he had to fight every day.
Even if it wasn't a battle against someone else, it was a fight against himself.
So, every single time that his datemate asked him to fight against them, he found it pretty funny.
He has fought against more people than they could most likely count. He has killed so many, so why do they ever think that they would be able to beat him?
Of course he would never try to let that cloud his mind, they were a strong fighter, even if it was always just a play fight.
More often than not, he was able to beat them. Fairly... easily.
Most of the time they would roll around on the floor, and he would be able to pin them and that meant that he would be the big spoon when they cuddled.
Sometimes he thought about allowing them to beat him, just so he could be the little spoon but... that was embarrassing, and he was fairly sure that they would be able to figure out if he allowed them to beat him.
So each and every time they played fight, his datemate would lose to him. Today though? Something different happened.
He has no idea how it happened, but somehow, he found himself under his datemate his arms pinned down by his sides and them laying on top of him, panting softly. "I win!" They say, excitedly, laughing softly.
"You win?" he mumbles, shocked looking down then huffs softly “alright you’ve won, happy?” he asks, looking up at them again.
They smile, nodding in approval "Very" they tease, and lay down on the ground beside him and kiss his cheek. "You didn't let me win, did you?"
He grumbles softly under his breath, feeling a little embarrassed, and shakes his head "No" he mumbles, and pulls them into his arms.
"Ah ah, I'm the big spoon today" they kiss his cheek again, making his face get darker and he mutters soft curses in a language that only he and the other skeletons would most likely know, and turns so they could wrap their arms around his waist, nuzzling against his spine.
Well... this isn't the... worst thing in the world.
Of course :D though uh with Mutt... I feel like I need to say this.
I don't know mental stuff very well, and I don't claim to. I write Mutt in the way that I want to write for them. I don't follow anything like that, and I give them what I think is best.
So, they aren't to like make fun of anyone, or anything! They're just a cute character and one of my favorites to write.
When Mutt first woke up, they didn't remember a lot of the things that happened in the past. There were things that their brother told them that they didn't need to know about, and it might have been best for them to not know about it. He says that the past was just that, the past, and trying to unlock it would have been stupid on Mutt's part.
So, Mutt never tried to ask too many questions. Mostly just their name, and who this guy was. Lord told them that he was their brother and that their name was Mutt. Mutt wasn't allowed outside of the house for a while after that because they needed to heal. Something that Mutt agreed with, their head hurt a lot.
Sometimes they felt their head and felt the crack and little hole. Lord always told them to not touch it because that would get the crack worse.
Luckily they had a hood that they could wear! One of the few times that they were allowed to leave the house, they could feel so many people looking at them, some of them were snickering or laughing.
Then there was another person. They ran over, calling Mutt Alpha and hugging them "I'm so happy you're back! What happened?" Mutt panicked, and pushed them away from them, knocking them back against the grass and they ran back to the house.
Their brother came back a little while afterward. Lord didn't speak, just made Mutt food, and they sat together, eating.
Mutt was a little... confused. Who was Alpha?
After that, Mutt started to go out sometimes. All of the time with their brother and sometimes they would wander away which is why they started to need to wear the collar and leash. It was for 'safety' reasons their brother said.
Mutt didn't mind!
What they did mind, was the fact that the monsters would stare at them, and point laughing. Sometimes they would hear them say look how far he dropped, or something like that. Mutt didn't like that, just because they didn't get what they were saying... and they weren't a he! They were a they. They didn't drop anything, or fall? Mutt would sometimes ask their brother, and they would say “It doesn't matter. Ignore them” while lightly tugging the leash to get them to walk with him.
Oh, and whenever they saw that one monster that tried to hug them, they would avoid them by hiding behind something. Not very well but, you know, enough. Something in their chest, their soul most likely, told them that they should go to talk to them. Be with them, be near them but Mutt couldn't bring himself to do it. The idea of that, made them scared.
What in the world was wrong with them? Why was their body betraying them like this? Their soul wanted what it wanted, they figured? So, they decided to do something that Lord told them to never do.
They snuck out of the house while their brother was away doing royal guard things.
The reason that they weren't supposed to leave the house, was because their brother told them that their magic levels were still too low and some of the monsters would most likely try to kill them if they were away from Lord, and went out.
Mutt knew that this was dangerous but they needed to see that monster.
Something happened just as they thought it would. Two monsters came around, and they felt panic settling into their body, enough that they couldn't even hear what the monsters were saying. something about how the 'past royal leader was such a weakling now' or... something like that?
Mutt had magic, they should be able to use it! Every time they tried to use their magic though, they would feel it spark and their body would start to hurt. Their head felt like it was breaking and slowly tears started to fall from their eyes. "L...Leave me alone" he takes a step backward from them, losing his balance on a tree branch, falling back onto the floor with a thud.
The two monsters laugh. "Wow! And you used to call your brother a waste of LV" one said, which caused the other to snort with laughter.
They never said that.
They would never say that.
...Right?
What did they do before their accident? What even... who were they?
Before they could tell what was happening, the two monsters were gone, and replacing them was the one that they pushed away before. What happened? Where did the other two go? Mutt looks around quickly, then saw a hand in front of him, making him flinch away.
"Don't push me away again" The voice says.
Mutt slowly lifts their head, looking up at them, seeing them holding out their hand, a small frown on their face. They reach up, taking their hand into their own and they help pull Mutt up "Come on, let's get you back to your house" they put their arm around Mutt's waist, starting to walk.
Mutt leaned into them, looking at them out of the corner of their eyes. Who were they to them? They must mean... something to them, right? Their mind rushed with different thoughts. It made them a little dizzy... all of this made them dizzy. Were they going to pass out? They reach up, putting their hand over their mouth feeling them squeeze them gently. They figured they would be fine... this might be a little fun!
Lord was going to be sooo mad at them most likely for leaving the house without telling him first...
Fallen Star with ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
Man, I love writing for this fella. He's so easily flustered, it's fun to tease him.
My friend says that he would be a total bottom lol
Shooting Star knew for a long time that he loved his datemate.
He might be able to feel too many emotions because of an accident a long time ago but... he had started to learn how to feel them again, and being near Y/n made him so happy. A warm feeling in his soul, that beat just for them.
They were everything to him, other than Nightfall, you know, but... they were all that he had left. After he agreed with Chara to stop them from killing everyone over and over again, he killed them all himself...
Sometimes he would think about that and wish that he wouldn't have his emotions again. It made him so sad to think about it.
Today they were spending time together in one of the Outer AUs, and he was happily cuddled up against them, them holding their arms around him.
The only time that he felt truly comfortable cuddling up against them, was when they were alone. Today they were fully alone, and he was so happy.
Sometimes when they were spending time together, he would have to leave for a little while to deal with his emotions. It was a little overwhelming! They made him... so happy. Sometimes he would start to lift off the ground and it was so embarrassing! Mostly whenever they brought up the sparkly black stuff under his eyes, saying how pretty it was or when they kissed him or... touched him.
Really, whenever they paid him any attention he got a little flustered.
They look down at him, and smile kissing the top of his head, causing his body to tense, his bones locking for a second. "Y/n..." he mumbles, turning his head to hide his face against their side.
They laugh, petting the top of his head with their finger tips "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I had to. You're just so cute"
That didn't help him calm down at all. He makes a soft mrr sound, nuzzling his face more into their side. He might be getting the black stuff on their clothes but... this was their fault.
"Hey Stars?" that was their nickname for him, a nickname on a nickname, which was a little funny. He was also called Fallen, sometimes?
"Yeah?" he lifts his head a little, looking up at them.
They look at him, and smile putting their hand on his cheek, which he leant into "Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" they ask, a sparkle of amusement in their eyes.
He makes a soft sound, then pulls his hood up and quickly pulls it over his face "Stop it!" oops there he goes, floating up. Y/n snorts with laughter, and reaches up grabbing onto his hoodie so he wouldn't float off "Come on, it was a real question!"
"Sttoooooooppppp!" he groans softly. They weren't fair, they didn't know what they were doing to him.
I dunno how I feel about this one but I hope you like it anyway :)
Sometimes Dusty would listen to his brother.
His brother would tell him that he deserved all of the bad things that happened to him, after what he did to them? Why would he deserve to be happy?
They were all killed by his hand, just because he couldn't deal with whatever was going on.
Because he was too weak to save them.
Too weak to fight back.
Dusty agreed with his brother.
He was too weak. He could have done so much more than he did, they didn't deserve to die. It hurt Dusty so much to have to wake up every morning and see that he was still alive.
He wasn't even allowed to fix that.
Sometimes it would become too much for him and he would claw at his bones, sometimes his face, shouting for Pappy to shut up! It wasn't his fault. He just wanted everything to end. He wanted everything to stop hurting.
That's why Nightmare had to file down Dusty's finger tips, so they wouldn't be too sharp and so he couldn't use them to hurt himself.
Dusty hated it whenever they needed to do that. It was embarrassing! Why didn't they make Axe do it? He scratched at himself too!
Whenever he asked that, Nightmare would explain that Axe didn't do it to hurt himself more as a relaxing thing. They would do that if Axe ever hurt himself too bad.
Dusty hated that Nightmare was right.
Sometimes Dusty would leave the castle without asking the others and telling Error to drop him in just a random AU in a random place, so he could try to calm down.
He only did it when he wanted to be alone.
At first, Error always said no, luckily nowadays, he just huffs and opens one then pushes him through it and closes it.
Dusty liked going to different AU's, not to fuck it up but just to go around and see all the strange new worlds. Sometimes he found ones that he liked, and other times ones that he didn't, and you know, if Killer was allowed to go to random ones then he should be as well!
That was how he met his datemate for the first time. They found him while he was in the middle of arguing with his brother, getting close to losing his cool and they asked if he was okay.
He... almost attacked them before thinking about it. He sat with them, talking about his problems and the thoughts that went through his mind all the time. They tried to help him the best that they could.
That was when he started to come back every so often to meet them. They cared about him, and it was... nice!
They didn't know who he was, they didn't know that much about him other than what he's done. They told him that they didn't agree with what he did but they understood why he did it.
He didn't care if they agreed with what he did.
Neither did he.
Today he was in the AU to see them again. He sat with them, his legs pulled up to his chest, his head rested on his knees. "Do you think I deserve all of the bad things that happen to me after what I did, Y/n?" he suddenly asks.
Dusty knew that that was a crazy question to ask out of nowhere, he should have... been careful with what he said. They were his datemate, not his therapist.
They never seemed to care though? Which made him happy?
"You deserve to be happy."
That catches him a little off guard, and he turns his head to look at his datemate, frowning "What?"
They look back at him, leaning back on their free hands, and smile a little. "I said that you deserve to be happy. You've been through so much Dusty... even if you've been hurting people, that doesn't mean that you don't deserve to be happy" they hold up their arm, a symbol that he knew well.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Dusty crawled over and under their arm, snuggling up against their side, and sighs, shutting his eye sockets mumbling a soft thank you.
Dusty didn't know if he believed them with that but... it still meant a lot to him.
“Wait. You’ve seriously never kissed anyone before?” with Rad
Man, it's been forever since I wrote for Rad :o
I honestly had a hard time remembering how I wrote him.
Rad knew that he was the best friend that someone could have. He was the best fucker round these parts, and anyone else that said otherwise was wrong. Aiight? He was all that! The bees knees! Yet, even with how great he was, he knew that he wasn't... the most likable person.
Fresh was the more well-known guy and he, honestly, wasn't liked by too much. Rad was honestly scared of the big fucker! Why wouldn't he be? Just look at em. Plus, he was older and stronger. So bogus...
Fresh wanted him dead.
He was a parasite, they were both ones, and it was in their body to kill, to stop the other one. They never were able to kill each other though and listen to him, they tried.
There weren't a lot of people that Rad really cared about, he was aggressive and mean to a lot of people. He was supposed to be the 'enemy' to Fresh. He would offer people drugs and stuff like that and teach people curse words then Fresh was supposed ta appear and go "Ey, nah bruhs, that ain't fresh at all. Don't do that crunk stuff" or whatever the hell he would go for.
One of the people that he... strangely started to care about, was a human. They went by the name of Y/n, and at first, he didn't care about them. Why would he care about them? They were just some weird little human, nothing too special about them but then he grew attached to them. They treated him kindly even though he was a bad guy. They would tease him, play with him, chat with him and do so many other things. He grew sickeningly attached to the feeling.
He loved the feeling of not being a villain around them.
Lately, they've been teasing him more often, and he tried to ignore it even though it was embarrassing. Sometimes they would tease him by hugging him or jumping on his back.
This was one of those times.
He was just standing while looking up at the sky lost in thought. A cig hanging from his teeth, not lit yet but he could still look cool. That was until he suddenly heard fast footsteps "Rad!" a familiar voice shouts, causing him to tense up his bones locking together.
Just like Fresh, he couldn't exactly... feel things but he had a feeling that he felt more than Fresh ever did or would ever admit to feeling. They were two very different people yet oh so similar too.
He was about to turn until he felt them hit his back, their legs wrapped around his waist and their arms around his neck "Hey!"
Letting out a grunt, stumbling forward with the cig dropping from his mouth, he turns his head slightly to look at them, squinting behind his glasses "Ay brah, why you jumpin' on me like that? You're gonna make me fuckin' fall. What you doin'?"
They lean over, pecking a kiss against his cheek "Trying to make a big baddie fall" they tease.
He didn't pay attention to what they said.
They kissed him? Did that mean that they liked him? "uhhh Rad?" They say again, making him blink getting knocked out of his thoughts. Oh damn, his face felt hot.
"What?" He snaps, mostly just because... he wasn't sure what this feeling was.
"Why are you so red? It's like you've never been kissed before?" they ask, letting go so they would drop down to the floor walking around to stand in front of him. He looks down at them, then turns his head away fixing his glasses. They blink then their eyes widen "Oh my god... wait. You've seriously never kissed anyone before?"
He growls softly at them, and turns away crossing his arms over his chest "Why would I wanna kiss some bogus dickweed? Ain't my thing... so ain't dope" Yeah, he's never kissed anyone before, so what? He thought to themselves.
They laugh softly, shaking their head "okay okay" they start, holding up their hands "I'm sorry, I'll stop... now come on, we're supposed to be heading out" they reach over, taking his hand, and start to walk pulling him along behind them.
He looks at them, frowning a little following after. Their lips were so soft... he shakes his head to try to get his mind off that, and mumbles fixing his hat. "Fuck"
He can't have a crush on them. Not now... not ever.
"There's nothing I would change about you" for Inferno, please?
First prompt of this! Thank you for sending it in :) It was a lot of fun to write for this boy. He seems to be my most popular out of my Grillby’s... interesting? I wonder why.
Living in the underground, you didn't have the time to feel bad about yourself. At least, you shouldn't. You had other things to worry about. That's what Inferno always told himself, at least.
He didn't look in the mirror often, he didn't look at his reflection and whenever he saw it, he would get a little mad. He hated seeing himself, it reminded him of a time before all of the... bad stuff started to happen.
He used to be such a nice guy. He would help anyone that needed it but then the war started, and he got colder to everyone around him. It was because he didn't want to be used or hurt anymore. It was just... tiring. Do you know how annoying it was to wake up every day, worried that you're gonna get killed?
See so many of your friends dying or feeling their dust against you? He hated it! So he decided he wouldn't have friends anymore. If he didn't have them, then there was no way for him to be hurt anymore.
He became mean to everyone around him, lashing out and threatening them. He often butted heads with Edge but then there was Red... Red was everything he thought that he would hate. Like, look at him! Yeah, he sometimes fought back but he was too weak to normally do that.
2 HP? Weakest fuckin' monster in the game! Plus, he never paid his bill and always said 'put it on my tab' ugh, as if that asshole would pay anything... Yet he never did anything against Red. He would give him food, and send him out when it was time for closing or even sometimes take him home if he had too much and got a 'stomach' ache or whatever. Maybe it was because he made a deal? He couldn't remember but that's what he had in mind.
Now that they were above ground though, there were a lot of things that he would need to get used to. I mean, being around so many humans and knowing that they weren't gonna try to kill you? Tsh, as if. Some of these guys still hated him, and he hated them all.
Well... almost all of them.
There was this one human, their name was Y/n. They met for the first time a little while after the monsters got out of the underground, he was still trying to get used to the idea of being up there when they helped him out.
It started to rain, and as everyone knew, fire monsters weren't the best with rain. He was so mad! Why the hell did it start to rain today? He looked it up! It said that it wasn't supposed to rain. Ugh, damn liars... So, that's why he's being forced to stay under this edge, watching the water pool down. Puddles on the ground... This was full and complete bullshit.
He continued to grumble and groan where he was sitting, lost in thought until someone had come over. It was Y/n, a human, offering him the use of their umbrella "you look like you need it more than I do," they said, with a tiny smile on their face.
After that, he thought that they'd never see each other again, bit of course, they did.
They kept meeting up, sometimes on accident other times, he went to where he figured that they would be... It was nice. They never seemed too bothered by the fact that he shouted so often, or snapped at them sometimes. It wasn't that he... wanted to? More just it was a force of reaction. And normally, he wouldn't care.
Until... Now.
It was a day where he was hanging with Y/n. He snapped at them for something dumb, and he knew it wasn't something that they would take to heart but then, he heard others talking.
"What a mean monster, yelling at his friend like that" "I wouldn't even talk to him if he treated me like that" "Me either..."
Inferno clenched his jaw, and kept walking with Y/n, listening to them rant and ramble. Yet... even with who he is, he couldn't help but let his mind wonder. Did Y/n dislike him? Were they going to stop talking to him? With a sigh, he looks over at them.
"Hey"
They pause, likely confused on why he interrupted them, but say, "Yeah Inferno?"
"I know that I ain't the best person people can have as a friend, don't even know why you decided ta be mine" he rubs at where his neck would be, looking off to the side "So uh-"
Y/n holds up their hand, making him stop talking going still, and they say, "There's nothing I would change about you"
He blinks at that, going silent and reaches up, fixing his sunglasses. Well damn... okay... fuck what the hell is he supposed to say to that? His mind rushed and he felt... embarrassed. "Ugh, stop being soft" he reaches over, lightly pushing them while making sure to be cold enough to not hurt them. They laugh, rubbing their arm.
