#kioko writes

You didn’t know what prompted you to get him gardenias. You saw them on your way over to his place and immediately decided to buy them. Normally, you’re not an impulse buyer but something about those gardenias made you think of your friend who makes you laugh like you haven’t in years.

Now that you think about it, you weren’t sure if he’s a flower kind of guy. Sure, he seems like the kind of guy who may have one of those fake flowers that squirts water at you, but you couldn’t imagine him accepting and taking care of flowers. That’s silly. Comic, a funny guy who seems to have so much life in him doing something as soft and domestic as tending to flowers. The sunlight hits him like a spotlight as he’s working in a garden in his backyard. For the first time, he’s wearing overalls, but one of the straps are unbuttoned. He’s also wearing long brown gloves and a sunhat. He’s working a bit of a sweat as he’s planting and watering various types of plants. There are moments where he’s got a calm smile and moments where his brows scrunch together as he digs up the soil. Comic would wipe the sweat from his forehead, dirt smeared on his cheek. He would look up to you and smile like you were the most beautiful person in the whole world—

Wait.

Why were you thinking about that?

You didn’t realize you were in front of Comic’s house as you snapped out of that… whatever that was. Shaking your head quickly, you knock on the door.

It takes a moment before the door swings open and there stood Comic in his normal attire: hoodie, basketball shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and pink, fluffy slippers.

“Hey, kid,” Comic gives you his typical, casual smile. “Thought you were skipping out on our hangout.”

He eyes the gardenias in your hands.

“You got me flowers?” Comic asks.

“Oh yeah,” You look down at them. “That’s why it took me a while to get here. I just saw them on my way over and I thought of you. I’m really not sure why and it’s okay if you don’t like them—”

“Don’t sweat it, kid,” Comic chuckles as he gently takes the gardenias from your hands. “That was sweet of you to do. Thanks.”

You look up to see his eye lights and smile softening as Comic gazes at the gardenias. You swore you’re seeing Comic’s cheeks blush a little blue. Your heart skips a beat.

Huh?

“Anyways,” Comic’s gaze meets your eyes, all of the softness going back to his normal look. “How about we get inside? Papyrus hates waiting.”

You stare at him for a moment. Is… Is it normal that you felt something spark within you when you just met his gaze?

Comic raises a brow and says your name to shake you out of your trance. You blink.

“Oh! Right!” You exclaim as you follow him inside.

That was…

I am so sorry anon I know you probably wanted a reader but I’m on a different kick atm

———

Spruce got into yet another fight.

“What were you thinking?” Sycamore demanded as he started to heal Spruce. “Not only have you not have had any food, but you haven’t slept in several days! You could have died!”

“The guy was asking for it.” Spruce grumbles.

“You need to have a little more self preservation.” Sycamore huffs as he sees a fracture on Spruce’s ulna. “Now hold still. This might sting a little.”

As Sycamore heals the crack, Spruce growls.

“And that’s what you get for fighting recklessly.” Sycamore mutters.

“That stung more than a little!” Spruce shouted.

“Then you should have stayed out of that fight.”

“I could if I wanted to but that guy was harassing some monster minding their own business.”

“You haven’t even healed from your last fight.”

“So what, Papyrus? Why does it matter if I turn to dust? I would at least be free from this.”

Sycamore stops healing.

“… And leave me behind to deal with this mess?”

“Wait, Papyrus, I didn’t mean—”

Sycamore immediately stands up.

“Your wounds are mostly patched up. Good night, Sans.”

“Paps—”

Sycamore had already stormed out of the room. Spruce looks down to his lap and runs a hand on the scarless side of his head.

“What’s the matter, Fruit?” Comic chuckles with a raised brow. “Nervous about getting a kiss from me?”

His chuckles grow into laughs as you get flustered.

“Sorry, sorry, your reactions are adorable.” He bashfully smiles with a blush. “Guess I can’t keep you waiting for any longer.”

Comic takes your hand. He rubs his thumb against your knuckles before looking into your eyes. His eyes soften. He moves his hands to your waist and gently pulls you into a tender kiss. The kiss lingers for a moment too long before Comic pulls away and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"Back for another?" Comic smiles at you smugly.

You stammer and huff that the kiss you two shared was nice and you just wanted another. Comic's smug smile drops as his face glows blue.

"Oh..." He quietly replies. Before you could comment on it, he lazily smiles. "You asking politely, so how could I refuse?"

He cups your cheeks and tilts your head up to him. You both gaze into each other's eyes as he rubs one of his thumbs against your cheek. He presses a kiss against your forehead. Before you could protest about not getting another kiss, he kisses both of your cheeks just as sweetly as he did with your forehead.

Comic rests his forehead against yours before you press a hasty, firm kiss against his teeth. He chuckles as he presses back just as firmly. Comic runs a hand through your hair.

As you part ways, you both gaze at each other again. That was before Comic blinks and completely pulls away quickly with a bright blue blush.

"Uh, sorry about that." He chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his head. "I don't know what just came over me just now."

You ask him what he meant by that. He just gives you a smile you couldn't read.

"Don't worry about it. I'll see you around, Fruit."

Forgive me if you wanted a reader in this but I was thinking about a nice moment between Rus and Mal!

———

The moment Mal came home, Rus immediately knew he had a bad day. Mal’s RBF was looking more menacing than usual, his usual poised posture is now slumped, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Rus saves his work and closes his laptop and turns to his brother.

“Hey, Mal.” Rus greets with a nervous smile. “You doing okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine.” Mal snaps. “What kind of question is that?”

“You look like you had a bad day.”

“I did not.”

“I can see your eye twitching from here.”

“My eye is not twitching!”

“Okay, okay, okay…” Rus sighs. “Your eye isn’t twitching.”

It definitely was but it really sounds like he’s not in the mood to talk. Especially from the way he’s ripping off his boots and almost throwing them onto the shoe rack. Rus frowns slightly as he watches Mal try to take off his coat but forgot he had his bag on. He gets up as Mal furiously throws off his bag and nearly rips his coat off of him.

“Rus, I’m not in the mood for talking—”

“What do you want to do?”

Mal stops and looks up at his brother. It gives him a moment to process his words.

“… What?”

“What do you want to do?” Rus repeats.

“What— As in anything?” Mal asks.

“Yeah.” Rus shrugs. “We can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want.”

Mal pauses again. He glances away from Rus and frowns as Mal looks around their house.

Rus was always at home. It’s easy for him to do since the jobs he takes are remote. He was always pretty clean too (except for his room) so Rus also spent his time inside also doing chores. Mal then wonders what else Rus does at home. Does he even go out? When was the last time Rus got out at all? He’s here at the house maybe all day, taking care of everything and now he’s trying to take care of him. Does he get tired of doing that? Doesn’t he deserve a break from that and from Mal’s mess?

“Sans?” Rus calls out.

Mal snaps back from his train of thought.

“I apologize. I was thinking.” Mal then sighs. “There was this… art gallery that opened up recently. They have a showing tonight. Did you want to go to that?”

Rus blinks.

“Really?” He barely stammers out. “You want to go to an art gallery? But they’re not really your thing.”

“Can’t I also not do something that you want to do?” Mal raises a brow.

“I… Wowie, thanks Mal!” Rus exclaims.

“That’s what brothers do.” The corner of Mal’s mouth quicks to a lopsided smile.

“Then… In that case… How about we also go to that burger joint for dinner? I keep hearing that their chicken tenders are good.” Rus asks with a knowing smile.

“That sounds unhealthy!” Mal spats.

Rus waits as Mal guiltily looks away from him.

“… Though it doesn’t sound like it won’t be the end of the world if we go and get a burger or two.” Mal grumbles.

Rus lights up.

“Great! Then let’s head out.”

When you ask for a kiss, Rus blushes. But when you said you love the flustered hoodie man, Rus retreats into hoodie ville. He pulls on the drawstrings hard and the hoodie envelopes his skull.

“Rus, it’s rather rude to do that when someone is asking you for a kiss.” Mal passes by the two of you.

Rus mumbles something that you didn’t quite catch. He opens up and takes off his hoodie. You’re met with a very, very purple glowing skeleton.

“I’m… Not the best at giving kisses.” He mutters.

You rest your hands against his cheeks, resulting with a surprised hum. Rus takes a shaky breath before he tentatively leans down. He kisses you gently before pulling away quickly and throwing his hoodie over his skull. Rus turns his head away from you while holding onto the rim of his hoodie.

“Th-Thanks for asking.” He quickly says before retreating quickly into the kitchen.

“Cutting to the chase, huh?” Cyrus lets out a sigh as he pushes himself off the wall. “Alright then…”

Cyrus walks up to you and pulls you close by the waist. He grabs your chin and tilts it up to look at him. Cyrus smirks at your flustered expression. You wanted to ask what he was smirking at until he leans down and gives you a firm kiss on the lips. He pulls away and lets go of you a moment later.

“Hope you enjoyed your kiss.” He purrs.

“Wowie! I was wondering when I was going to get a smooch.” Papyrus perks up. “Of course I’m adorable and smooth. I’m the Great Papyrus after all!”

He laughs.

“But…” His laughter settles into a shy smile. “Thank you for saying that. It was very thoughtful of you. Now!”

He claps his hands together.

“About that kiss.” Papyrus then chuckles. He goes up to you and places his hands on your hips.

He gazes down at you with a soft smile. Papyrus leans down and gives you a tender, soft kiss. As he pulls away, you hear a soft “mwah” escape his mouth.

“I hope the kiss was satisfactory!” Papyrus gives you his signature, radiant smile.

“Is that how you think of me? Well, of course you do. My reputation precedes me.” Pyre chuckles almost mischievously. “Now how do I repay someone who’s swooning over me kindly…?”

Pyre closes the distance between the two of you. Pyre places one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek as he caresses it with his thumb. He moves his hand under your chin and tilts it. Pyre smirks before leaning in and giving you a firm, tender kiss.

He pulls away and strokes your chin with his thumb.

“Thank you again for asking. It’s always nice to meet a fan.” He lets go of your chin and moves away from you.

Paps laughs at your response.

“I guess I am a bit funny.” He takes out the sucker from his mouth. “But I can be serious when I have to be. Like for this kiss.”

Paps holds your hand. He gazes at you before pulling you into an embrace. Paps smiles sweetly before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He takes his time kissing you. Even his kiss lingers as he pulls away.

“Was my kiss just as sweet as honey?”

A red blush engulfs Pine’s face.

“O-Oh. Oh goodness me. I didn’t think I would get a declaration of love from someone during this kissing booth like event. Maybe just a kiss or two, but not… Goodness.” Pine places a hand over his teeth.

Pine shakes his head quickly and gestures to the boxes.

“A-Anyways I’m sure you’ve noticed that we’ve been using these boxes so other can kiss me, Bass, and Sycamore and—”

You make your way up the boxes.

“Oh, we are just… We are just getting right to it, aren’t we?” He pulls at the collar of his shirt. “Did it get hot in here all of the sudden? Never mind.”

He takes a deep breath before he cups your cheeks. Pine’s hands tremble. You hold onto them and whisper a reassurance to him. Pine nods slowly before he leans down and plants a soft kiss against your lips.

He pulls away from the kiss and your grasp.

“Wait, what?” Spruce was lying on the couch when you asked him for a kiss. “Are you serious? But there’s other guys here that you could kiss—”

He squints at you for a moment.

“…You’re serious about this, huh? Alright then… But I’m not getting up from here! I just got comfortable.” Spruce huffs.

You sit beside him. As you look at him, you notice that he’s slightly blushing. You point it out which he flinches.

“Am not! It’s just warm in here!” Spruce exclaims.

You were about to tell him that Pine had mentioned to you that skeletons only feel the extreme temperatures before he grabs your shoulders a little too roughly. You wince from the pain. Spruce’s single eye light blinks before his grip loosens.

“Sorry… I forgot how fragile humans could be.”

You go on to say how humans aren’t really fragile, he’s just too powerful. Spruce hums.

“Suppose so…” He takes in every detail of your face that he could see. Spruce rests his forehead against yours and stays there for a moment. After what seems like an eternity, you ask if he’s doing okay.

“I don’t…” He hesitates. “My teeth are sharp. You could cut your lip on them and….”

You understood somewhat of what’s going on with him. You close the distance and kiss him gently. Spruce freezes before cautiously kissing you back. His kiss feels stiff but it gradually grows tender. He pulls away after a moment. Spruce then reels back after realization settled in.