For M00nblaze

Geno thought that exactly.

"WELL, FUNNY STORY ACTUALLY-" Reaper exclaimed, both arms in casts. "I WAS TALKING TO MY BUDDIES-"

"Nightmare and Error?" Geno interrupted, crossing his arms and raising a non-existent eyebrow.

"What, no, ew." Reaper made a face. "Those two are too busy making out with Cross and Ink or something."

Geno gave Reaper a look. "Okay, Reaper, One- Nightmare and Error both think that's what we do all the time and Two- as far as I could see, Cross and Ink were just friends."

"Like we're just friends?" Reaper wiggled his 'eyebrows'.

Geno let out a long sigh. "...You were saying?"

"OH RIGHT-" Reaper cleared his throat, continuing with his story. "WELL, YOU SEE, I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF DRESSING IN DRAG-"

"You dress in drag?  Why am I not surprised????"

"Oh, excuse me," Reaper managed to twitch his fingers to use air-quotes. "Cosplay. Apparently, Nightmare is a bigger otaku than a whole room of Alphys and Undynes. ANYWAYS, I was someone named 'Mikasa'??"

"What?"

"I don't know either but apparently Nightmare said he didn't want to be the girl so I offered-"

"Why-"

"Don't ask- And Error was the blonde guy which was their friend while Nightmare claimed to be my character's brother or something. BUT YEAH, WE WERE 'COSPLAYING' and in this anime, there is a thing called '3-d maneuver gear-' and it was apparently authentic? I don't know how Nightmare got his hands on it, something about stumbling upon it while he was raiding someone's house for snacks, but it was real."

Geno leaned back against the wall, continuing to listen. "Alright?"

"But yeah, it was basically 2 grappling hooks stuck to your hips? AND IT COMES WITH SWORDS TOO SO YEAH! Well, that's how Nightmare explained it to me anyways. BUT THEY SOUNDED SUPER COOL AND I WANTED TO TEST IT OUT AND... Well," He nods towards his arms. "It could have gone better."

"Well, I almost feel sorry for you, Reaper." Geno got up from the wall, giving him a disappointed look. "Almost."

"Babe, noooooo. The doctors said I need someone's help--" 

"Since you're so close to Nightmare, why don't you just ask him?"

"Well, since I basically catapulted into the nearest wall, I may have dented the maneuver gear and long story short, Nightmare now wants my head on his wall."

"Oh. Why not Error?"

"Have you met Error?"

"Yes, he's my brother, what's your point?"

"He won't help me!"

"Then that's your fault????"

"GENO, I CAN'T USE MY ARMS."

"So??"

"OH MY GOD, WHAT IF A ARMLESS DOG CAME UP TO YOU AND NEEDED HELP, HUH? WOULD YOU DENY IT HELP?"

"But Reaper, you're not a pupper."

Reaper sighed. "Alright, fine, If you help me, I won't talk to you for a day."

Geno thought about the offer quietly to himself before looking back to Reaper. "A week."

"Woah there, that's a little much amigo-"

"Either it's a week or I call Nightmare to pick you up."

"OKAY OKAY, DEAL."

Geno nodded. "Good, no more annoying snarks. How long does it take your arms to heal?"

"A decade-"

Geno turned and walked out of the room. "Nevermind, you can die."

"GEEEENNOOOOO, I WAS JOKING!"

"THEN DON'T JOKE??"

"FINE. Only a week, two at most."

"That works for me. At least you won't bother me for a week."

~~~

Well, the deal didn't work out as well as he thought.

Reaper would sit quietly and just kind of smile at him annoyingly until Geno found out himself what the stupid little __ wanted.

That loop-finding a-hole.

Geno was sitting on the couch next to Reaper, casually reading until he noticed Reaper staring at him from the corner of his view. With a sigh, he closed his book and turned to Reaper. "What? What do you want?"

Reaper just smiled at him. Geno wanted to wipe that smile off of his face.

Geno grumbled, setting his book down. "Hungry?"

Reaper shook his head.

"Thirsty?"

He shook his head.

Geno thought for a moment, getting a little frustrated. "Remote?"

He shook his head.

Geno growled. "What do you want then?"

Reaper just sat there, that smile on his face. Geno sucked in a breathe before continuing their game of frustrating charades. Well, in this game of charades, it was less fun in acting out and more of Geno getting ticked off with every question he lists off. After the 28th question, Geno had enough. "Reaper, you know what, just talk. Just flipping talk already, alright?"

The god's smile widened a fraction. "Are you sure?"

"YES. JUST. WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"I wanted to know how your day was~."

Geno's eye twitched. "..." 

Reaper proceeded to burst into the loudest laughter the other had ever heard, the sound basically mocking him. This.  Little. Piece.  Of-

"Actually, I was joking about that." A small tear rolled down Reaper's face which was conjured up through his session of laughter. "I wanted to ask if you could pass me the remote to the TV."

Geno picked up the remote and chucked it at Reaper, hitting him straight in the face.

"OW!" Reaper squeezed his eye-sockets shut before looking to Geno. "You didn't have to throw it at me-"

"You're- You're just so-" Geno opened and closed his hands in irritation. "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??"

"Well, because I love you."

Geno was completely prepared for some snarky remark like, "Aw, I know you love me anyways~." or "I was born this way, baby~." or even "I was dropped as a baby lol-". Anything but that answer. "... What?"

Reaper shrugged to the best of his abilities. "Well, because I love you, Geno."

"Love me? More like love to annoy me."

Reaper snickered. "Well, isn't this what we usually do? I say something, you somehow take it as annoying and tell me to stop, but I don't want to stop because that's the only way to get to you, Geno." His smile faltered a little and his gaze quietly traced the patterns on the floor. "I mean, you always live with these gigantic stone walls up all of the time. It's nearly impossible to even reach you through them." 
Reaper looked up and gave him a sweet smile. "Nearly."

Geno listened to Reaper's words and found himself quietly shocked. For almost as long as Geno had known Reaper, the god's words were nothing but meaningless jabs at him to enlist a annoyed reaction. Geno didn't like it but they were fairly effective, getting him to act out. It made him mad that such meaningless things could get to him so he built his walls higher, stronger. But Reaper always found a way to sneak past them every time Geno rebuilt his walls. Every time.

"I'm starting to see a few gears turning in that skull of yours." Reaper grinned. "And you're probably wondering why my methods worked so well." Geno just stared at Reaper as he continued. "Well, Geno, all those flirts and things that would get you flustered? All those stories and jokes I told that made you laugh? All those times I hugged you, all of those moments we shared?" Reaper trailed off, thinking over his words carefully. After a few moments, he met Geno's 'eyes'. "I think you already know why, Geno."

The scarfed skeleton did know. He had begun to realize as Reaper continued on about all those little moments. 

That time they ate ice-cream together. Reaper got the both of them a cone and 'accidentally' spilt his on himself. For the rest of the day, it was the battle for Geno's cone and that ended with them sharing it.

That time they got kicked out of a italian restaurant. Geno had asked for some more cheese on his pasta but then Reaper went a little too far when the waiter only gave him a spec more.

That time when they decided to try rollerskating together and it ended with the both of them chilling on the couch and watching netflix, wearing matching casts. Reaper insisted on Geno signing his or he'll try rocket-skating next. Geno really didn't have a choice then.

That time they finally beat the final boss of their favorite 2-player console game. Geno landed the last hit and they celebrated their victory after the 87th try. Reaper proposed they heat up some hot pockets as a victory meal. They had to get a new microwave that day.

Reaper went on and on about their many adventures together, some as small as simply sitting right there on the couch and talking while others as big as driving from the police after Error threw a guy out of the window for making fun of his hand-sewn jacket. Well, that day was eventful indeed, especially when Geno was the one driving and Nightmare, Error, Reaper, and Dust piled into his car and shouted repeatedly for him to drive. It was a car full of criminals and murderers and when they managed to get away, they stopped by Taco Bell to pick up some celebration food. 

Geno hadn't even realize he was smiling at these memories until Reaper stopped to point it out, matching his smile. He couldn't help it, those times were the most fun he'd ever had. Then, he finally realized that those moments were only fun when...

"Reaper." Geno quietly mumbled.

The god looked up at him, pausing the story he was recalling, something about Geno and him getting drunk and robbing a nearby 7/11. "Hm?" Geno stared at him before his expression slowly stretched into a smile. Then he started to laugh a little. Reaper looked at him in surprise. "Geno?"

It took a while for Geno to settle down, little tears spilling from his eye-sockets. Reaper had thought that was from laughing too hard but then watched as Geno continued to cry without laughing. Geno was crying. Geno never cried. How Reaper wanted to wipe away those tears so badly. "Geno, what's wrong..?"

"It's you!" Geno croaked through his tears. 

Reaper was taken aback, his face darkening. "Geno... I...-"

The skeleton shook his head, smiling at Reaper. "It's you! You... you were there." The god gave him a confused look. Geno shook his head, wiping his tears away. "Reaper, I never realized... I never saw how important you were to me." He wiped his eyes with his scarf quietly. "You're absolutely insane and snarky and annoying and sometimes can be too much to handle at times but you're also funny and- and pretty chivalrous when you want to be and, despite the fact that no one can make me smile more than two centimeters, you just make me-" Geno couldn't finish his thought as he suddenly became aware of how red he was getting and pulled his scarf over his face. "Ah.... I don't know, I'm just... just happy that I met you, I guess."

"Geno, if I could move my arms, I would have gotten up and kissed you right about now."

Instead of slapping Reaper to the sun, Geno laughed at that. "You know what?  I wouldn't even be mad if you did."

Reaper suddenly took off his casts. "Oh really now~?"

Geno stared at Reaper. "Wait what- your arms are broken-"

Reaper smiled. Widely. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I might have lied a smidgen."

Geno's eye-socket widened and he quickly grabbed the nearest couch pillow and chucked it at Reaper. "YOU LYING--"

The god caught it with ease, looking from behind it. "So, can I have that kiss now~?"

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU BREAK BOTH OF YOUR ARMS AGAIN YOU CAN-"

That didn't stop Reaper from trying. He snagged Geno's scarf and pulled it closer to him, tossing the pillow aside. Within a matter of moments, their faces met. It only lasted for about ten seconds, but those were the longest ten seconds Geno had ever felt in his life. When they pulled away, Reaper planted a small peck on Geno's forehead. "Look, I'm all better now~. Thanks, love."

Geno smacked him. However, Reaper was surprised to find that it wasn't across the face and it wasn't hard at all. He met Geno's gaze to find something in it. Something that Reaper could recognize but still seemed so new to Geno. "Geno... Are you happy?"

Geno felt the gentle smile on his face and quietly looked down. "Pfft, no. Just... content, I guess."

Reaper shrugged, pulling the other into a hug. "I guess that'll work." They stayed together like that on the couch for a while. The comfortable silence between them seemed nice... well, until...

"So, does that mean you're my boyfriend now~?"