Taco-Night

i love comforting nihilism. who cares, we’re all gonna die. eat that cake. buy that eyeshadow. be nice to people. you dont owe the world shit. the stars dont care about what we do. give anyway because why spend your eighty years on this rock miserable and making other people miserable. the sun is going to blow up and we’re all gonna die someday. make the most of what time you do have. use the fine china for taco night and microwave lunch. smell the flowers. tell a stranger they are beautiful. 

“I lost my job last week.  I was there for six years.  It was the first job I’ve ever lost.  It’s hard not to take it personally when someone tells you that you’re not needed.  There were ten people on my team, and I’m the one they chose.  So my mind has been running through all the possible things I could have done wrong.  The first few days were the hardest.  I spent a lot of time crying.  But m…y birthday was a few days ago, and my friends took me out for a taco night.  And it woke me up.  I started laughing.  I couldn’t even remember why I’d felt so sad.   My life was so much bigger than that job.  I’m healthy, I live in a wonderful city, and I have a great group of friends.  I just lost a small piece of the pie.”

(s)he

This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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“Carnations” (Epilogue)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

we’re officially at the end of the mini-series! there’s an extended a/n and q&a section at the end of this chapter. thank you showering this story with your love!

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

 “Something’s bothering you.”

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

Your boyfriend sets down his lemonade glass and leans in, his face so close that you can smell his beverage’s sweetness linger on his lips. His eyes search your face in a hawkish manner as he says, “Meh, I don’t think so. Something is definitely bothering you.  What’s going on?”

A shrug pulls your shoulders up and down. “Nothing. I’m peachy,” you fib.

“Right, and I’m the Queen of England. Come on, doll. This is me you’re talking to.”

You stare hard at the brunette sitting across from you, his cheeky smile practically challenging you to disagree with him. If dating Bucky has taught you anything, it’s that there’s no point in attempting to lie because he knows you way too well. You’re not the only one well-versed in someone’s tells, and Bucky likes to point that out every so often.

He knows he’s on the money with his observation. Cheekiness changing into gentle concern, Bucky takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” he repeats.

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MASTERLIST

about me: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157456091312/a-couple-things-about-me-hey-im-auden-im-a

nsfw sinblog: @sinfulskeleton

FALL OUT BOY


Patrick Stump
Cure To Loneliness
Couch Cuddles
More Than Friends
Insomnia
The Only Exception
Ever Since Last Night (smut)
My Angel (smut)
Only The Beginning
Most Definitely

Well Prepared (smut)

Nobody’s Perfect

Dangerous (smut)

Forever (smut)


Pete Wentz
Surprises (part 1)
Surprises (part 2: Another Surprise In Store)
Love By Midnight (part one)
Love By Midnight (part two: Fix My Broken Heart)
Favorite Band
The Metallica CD
Best Brother Ever (transboy reader)
You’re Mine (smut)
Right Here (part one)
Right Here (part two: Be Yourself)
Most Beautiful Thing

Party Animal

Thinking About You


Andy Hurley
Missing Ticket
Broken TV
A Lovable Drunk

Happy Holidays

So Close


Joe Trohman
Call Me
Intruder
First Date
A Little Company
Still Into You


MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
Not Alone (trigger warning: abuse, self harm)
Not Alone (part two: Just Right and trigger warning: abuse, self harm)
Not Alone (part three: First Tour and trigger warning: suicide)


Gerard Way
Umbrella
Distractions
Late Night Coffee
The Comic Book Courtship
My Everything (trigger warning: self harm)

Proud of You

Me Too


Frank Iero
Trouble
In My Arms (trigger warning: mentions of abuse)
Heartthrob in Handcuffs
She’s The Prettiest Girl
His Eyes
Don’t Worry
Scorpius

Cemetery Drive (trigger warning: suicide)

Second Chances

Lonely Hearts Club



PANIC! AT THE DISCO
Brendon Urie
Concerned
Crazy In Love
Periscope Predicament
Here Goes Nothing
Date With A Dork (part one)
Date With A Dork (part two: You’re My Dork)
Date With A Dork (part three: Adorkable)
Date With A Dork (part four: What A Dork smut)
Whatever You Say (Brendon/Sarah/Reader threesome smut)

Happy Easter


Dallon Weekes
Sweet Dreams
Finally
Blind Date

Spotlight


TWENTY ONE PILOTS
Trip To Taco Bell
Friday Night Fun


Josh Dun
First Day At Chipotle (part one)
First Day At Chipotle (part two: Dinner Date)
A Big Question (part one)
A Big Question (part two: The Problematic Proposal)
A Big Question (part three: Perfect Husband)
Convinced With A Kiss
Good Behavior
My Heart
Couldn’t Be Happier
Understand (smut and trigger warning: anorexia)
Just Kiss Me
You’re Gorgeous

Thanksgiving

Birthday Queen (smut)

Best Undressed (smut)

Pinky Promise

Remember

Valentine’s (short af drabble)

Grammys (part one)

Grammys (part two: light smut)

Grammys (part three: smut)

Temptation (josh pov f/m hardcore smut)


*Rainy Days Series*
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten

*Mistletoe (Christmas) Series*

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve


Tyler Joseph
Sunshine
Reason To Live (trigger warning: suicide)

OTHERS

Saudade (Josh/Brendon/Reader): all chapters and info for series within link

A Poem For Emos

Twenty One Pilots Poem

Blattella Germanica

Summary:  A quick fix it fic set in a nebulous future after 6.15 where Emma and Killian have been reunited. A way to reconcile the events of those episodes in a way that doesn’t retread old ground and helps better explain behavior. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1600+

Notes:  A belated gift for @gentlesleaze  hopefully this helps make up for some of the salt you received instead. I’m sure I’ll write you something better one day but I hope you like this blurb. 

On AO3

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There was something to be said for reunion sex. Explosive tangles of lips and teeth and limbs. Aggressive clawing and slapping flesh, just all consuming need, I miss you, I love you, I’m so happy you’re back. Saying with her body what she couldn’t put into words, I’m sorry spoken in the rough tug of his hair, forgive me painted in teeth along his neck, I’m with you in the rough slide and rasp of skin on skin.

Afterwards was harder. Sweat drying and breath calming and the words wouldn’t come. Goodnight whispered into her hair, slow measured breaths as he gave into exhaustion. Her ring winking mockingly in the light of the moon through the window.

“I love you.”

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taco night

at least one a week, red team has a taco night to which most enjoy.

spy and medic dislike it, claiming how unprofessional it is and how unhealthy it is too. medic secretly enjoys them, preferring his spicy but with sour cream to mild it. spy get stomach cramps.

after every taco night, the pyro and/or scout would eat the left over taco shells over a period of three days. the team is unaware of this but they’re starting to question why the left over taco shells go missing.

Questions the MBTI types have for ENTP

INFP- Why are you so loud? It’s hard to find the perfect picture for this Yuri on Ice aesthetic board with you yelling about aliens all the time…

INFJ- Why haven’t you called the doctor yet? You were supposed to call three weeks ago! You are a very special friend to me, so your health is of the utmost importance…

INTP- Which should I read first: the Satanic Bible or Essential Astrophysics?

INTJ- Do you ever shut the fuck up? That was rhetorical, you have proven time and time again that you do not.

ISFP- Have you fed your fish today? If you kill another fish, I will never forgive you.

ISFJ- Will you please start writing your paper? It really stresses me out to watch you struggle to write 13 pages in 5 hours…

ISTP- Wanna get high?

ISTJ- How are you even alive right now? I watched you consume 16 shots of tequila and 6 Doritos Locos Tacos last night. That’s more tacos and shots than I’ve had in my entire life.

ENFP- Do you want to go to the reptile store with me to pick out a new pet? I’m not sure what I’m going to get, but I have a five gallon tank full of sand and I’m particular to the name Phillis.

ENFJ- Did you use a condom last night? I can’t believe you hooked up with that guy, he could have been a murderer…

ENTP- How are you so perfect, you beautiful bastard?

ENTJ- Why the fuck are your dishes in the sink again? I know you don’t mind living in filth, but you don’t have to subject the rest of us to your bullshit.

ESFP- Want to try to go to that edm concert tonight? It’s been sold out for weeks, but I know the bouncer and I think we could flirt our way in…

ESFJ- Are you being sarcastic? I mean I don’t think you think I’m a “stupid fucking bitch” for making you cookies, but I just want to be sure…

ESTP- Dude, you wanna jump in the pool from the roof? I was about to do it, but I feel like if you do it too, it will be less dangerous.

ESTJ- Can you please try to be on time for our lunch tomorrow? I have a job interview at 12:30 which will probably last 30 minutes and I’ve scheduled a study session for myself at 1:30, so we have exactly 30 minutes to complete our socialization and food. I also picked out an outfit for you and laid it on your bed, so you have no excuse!

So Long Sunday - Quantico Finale!

It’s here, the end, the ending I planned from the start then doubted and stuck to. Thanks to @kateyes224 @sunflowerseedsandscience and @therobbinsnest for reassuring me when I lost my nerve at the eleventh hour, and to you, everyone who has reblogged and cmmented and supported this surprise of a series. And to David and Gillian, for Mulder and Scully, and I guess Chris too, for thinking of them and then leaving me so much unfinished business to play with….

Monday Night is Laundry Night || Tuesday Night is Taco Night || Washout Wednesday || Three Acts on a Thursday || First Thing Friday || Friday Night by Headlight || Sunrise Saturday || Words for a Weekend


SUNDAY

Reality arrives with a sudden shift in the sheets and then the most awful noise Scully has ever heard in the dead of night. Somewhere between a scream and the word “NO”, Mulder is thrashing beside, her, sweat-slicked and just shouting over and over again as his eyes flicker desperately behind their screwed shut lids. Everything she knows about sleepwalkers and nightmares flies out of her head, she can’t not wake him, not when his fingers are twisted cruelly in the sheets as if he’s grasping for something or someone who is just beyond his reach. Trying to stay out of range, in case he startles, Scully reaches over and starts to smooth Mulder’s hair rhythmically back from the stress lines gathered on his forehead, he jerks a little and so she starts speaking, just his name and that he’s safe and she’s there, in the soft, bedside voice she learned on her pediatrics rotation.

‘Come back, Mulder, it’s okay. Just wake up. Shhh. I’ve got you’

And slowly, painfully slowly, her kindness wears the edges from his anguish, his cries become whimpers, and then subside, hands loosening in she sheets as his eyes, dark with terror flutter open.

‘Scully?’ he manages, and then she is crushed to his chest, closer than close and he’s sobbing into her hair. She holds him just as tightly, holding him together, Mulder’s strength and size so diminished by his terror that Scully almost believes despite her petiteness she could shield him, wrap him completely in her strength and so fight off his demons before they can reach him.

When his grip and breathing have relaxed enough to let moonlight and air between them Scully asks,

‘What did you dream?’ half expecting that he won’t answer. Mulder rolls away onto his back, waits a breath and then reaches back for her hand, unable to meet her eyes but needing her touch.

‘I’m walking down a long corridor with a group of other men. We’re all in suits, we work together I think, and as we walk we pass doors on either side. The doors stretch endlessly away, in both directions and at each door someone stops, opens a little hatch and looks through. Then they make a note, close the hatch and move on. It all seems very normal at first. Like it’s just another day on the job. But then it’s my turn to look in and when I do, something shifts.’

He takes a deep breath and his grip on her hand tightens a little. Scully turns in so she can hold on more tightly, both her arms wrapped around one of his, and when he doesn’t shrug her off she rests her forehead on his shoulders and waits for him to continue.

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who needs to wait for tuesday…in our house tacos are good everyday! especially when you transform them into low-carb, gluten free taco bowls :)

taco bowls are SO versatile and can be packed with flavor. here are some of our favorites:

1. traditional grass-fed beef bowl - jazzed mine up with some coconut-oil sauteed baby portabello mushrooms and summer squash (they’re in there I promise!)

2. southwestern chicken bowl - chili & lime roasted organic boneless chicken thighs with all the fixin’s! black beans, organic corn, some organic jasmine rice, avocado (of course!), lime and so much more. fresh cilantro is my ultimate favorite, so no surprise that it made it in there. topped with some yummy cabot cheddar too. 

3. organic turkey bowl - seasone with cumin, chili power, fresh garlic and cracker red pepper. kept this one somewhat light with fresh romaine, vine ripe tomato and extra avocado. 

what’s your favorite way to indulge in taco {tues}day?

errorhtml404notfound  asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for UT/UF/US/SF skelebros for how they approach and act around their crush? (And maybe throw in how they confess if youre feeling up to it? ;) )

UT!Sans:

He doesn’t really act different around his crush, although he does enjoy teasing them with jokes/puns, but that’s just part of his personality.  They’re a long-time friend that he spends most of his free time with, and they get along really well with Papyrus.  Sans takes them along with him to Grillby’s frequently, as well as invites them over to his house to watch movies/play video games.  If they play a competitive game against Sans, he won’t go easy on them and let them win; he’s a casual show-off.  Sans enjoys their company as much as he enjoys Papyrus’s–and that’s a huge freaking deal for him.  

Confession time!  Usually, Sans isn’t one for long-winded speeches, but he can throw together one when it matters.  And hoo boy, it matters.  Well until the next Reset at least.  

“hey, so we’ve been buddies for a long time now, huh?  i don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but paps really enjoys having you around.“  There’s a pause, and then a short, breathy chuckle.  "i do, too.  it’s really nice.  and.. uh, paps let me borrow an old book of his.. this weird dating manual.  you and i go eat together, we spend a lot of time together, and we hang out all the time, and according to that book.. well, we’re technically dating already.”  He winks.  "so why not throw a label on this and see where it goes?“  

He acts super casual about it because he’s not sure if they return his feelings or just see him as a good pal.  He’ll shrug off any rejection with a joke and continue the friendship as normal if it comes to that.

UT!Paps:

Papyrus is adamant about showing his crush that he’s called THE GREAT PAPYRUS for a reason.  He wants to make the BEST POSSIBLE IMPRESSION, so he always tries a little too hard, be it with his choice in attire (all of which are homemade customized shirts) or dabbing actual marinara sauce behind the space where his ears would be.  Their opinion matters the most to him (besides Sans’s opinion, of course), and he’s constantly texting and/or calling them.  His crush is someone that complimented him; flattery is the way to his heart.  He also thinks they’re the most amazing person in the world, no matter what.  He cooks for them constantly, and he’s always inviting them over for dinner so he can showcase his culinary masterpieces.

Confession time!  Well, Papyrus doesn’t really confess first.  His crush has to actively flirt with him–or stroke his ego enough for him to conclude it must be flirting.  GASP!  "YOU’RE.. FLIRTING WITH ME?!  ARE YOU COMPLETELY TAKEN IN BY MY GREATNESS?”  With his shining eyesockets, how can they possibly say no?  But let’s be honest, even if they get embarrassed and deny it, Papyrus is still going to roll with it.  "NO NEED TO BE SHY OR INTIMIDATED BY ME!  IT’S COMPLETELY NATURAL TO DEVELOP INTENSE FEELINGS FOR YOUR COOL, GREAT FRIEND!  AFTER ALL..“  His cheeks start to turn pink and he trails off a little.. but then he takes their hands in his and leans down to eye level.  "I MYSELF HAVE THESE FEELINGS FOR MY COOL, GREAT FRIEND!”  

Next thing they know, it’s DATING START!

UF!Sans:

He’s a bit of a perv around his crush–and by that, I mean he makes dirty jokes, uses every pet name he can think of (though sweetheart, doll, and darlin’ are his favs), and constantly tries to initiate any kind of physical touch.  They’re going to see him without his shirt “accidentally”, and he’s going to nap with his head in their lap at some point or another.  Even if they’re his crush, he doesn’t tolerate them saying anything negative about his brother.  But his crush could either be someone that gets along fine with the boss and makes dirty jokes right back at Sans, or they could be the exact opposite and the picture of innocence.  He spends a lot of the time he should be working slacking off them instead.  He’s prone to pranking and teasing them mercilessly.

Confession time!  Start!  Uh.. I said, start!  
“…..”
..Whoops.
It turns out, when Red’s directly confronted about his feelings, he locks up and starts sweating.  The confession is dragged out of him when he’s not mentally prepared because his crush is tired of trying to figure out if he’s serious or just teasing them for shits ‘n giggles.  He gulps and starts to deflect with another joke, but his crush either shuts him down and insists or starts to walk away.  Sans catches their hand and pulls them to him, where he presses his teeth against their lips for the longest five seconds of both of their lives.  When he pulls back, his face is bright red, and he’s looking away, all of his confidence gone in an instant.  
“there.  ok?  i’m bein’ serious.  it’s not all a joke or whatever.”

UF!Papyrus:

He comes across as having sharp edges, but around his crush, he’s.. softer.  He still rants and insists he’s TERRIBLE with pride, but he does little things to get their attention on him.  Any form of recognition or a compliment goes straight to his head, though he says things like “OF COURSE I’M THE BEST AT IT” with his arms crossed and a slight pink tinge to his cheekbones.  He’s protective of his crush; if anyone upsets them, he demands to know who, and they’re going to be in a world of hurt.  He’s not big on initiating physical contact, but if his crush were to lean against him on the couch, he definitely wouldn’t pull away.  He’d start to get flustered and lose all concentration except for where their bodies are touching. When he invites them over for dinner, he expects them to be HONORED that he made lasagna, and “WELL IF YOU INSIST”, they can stay and watch a movie or something afterward.  

Confession start!  No, not happening.  He’s bad at voicing his feelings, so his crush would have to do it first.  He’s prone to misunderstandings, however, so he might take something they say wrong.  If they use love in a sentence, it suddenly becomes “WHAT’S THIS ABOUT LOVE?  SO YOU FINALLY ADMIT YOU’VE FALLEN FOR ME!  I KNEW IT!!  IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE YOU FINALLY REVEALED YOUR TRUE FEELINGS!”  He looks so smug, so happy–but his crush was really about to finish their sentence with ‘I love that little dog that always shows up in your kitchen.’  Papyrus presses on, oblivious. “I SUPPOSE THIS MEANS I SHOULD REWARD THE COURAGE IT TOOK YOU TO REVEAL THOSE FEELINGS TO SOMEONE AS GREAT AND TERRIBLE AS I AM!  FINE THEN, LET’S GO ON A DATE.”

Things either get really awkward, or the crush rolls with it and goes on the date.

US!Sans:

Blueberry doesn’t do a good job at keeping the fact that he has a crush on the down-low.  He talks about his crush constantly when they’re not around, and when they are, he does everything to get their attention.  He’s constantly telling them that they’re amazing, he’s interested in anything that they’re passionate about, and he wants to take them EVERYWHERE with him.  Of course, his brother is still included in these adventures because Sans is all about being surrounded by his two favorite people.  He isn’t shy about physical contact and frequently cuddles up to his crush.  They’re also invited over for every taco night, and their tacos get an extra helping of GLITTER.  His crush could either be someone as active as he is, capable of keeping up with him.. or someone that feels entirely overwhelmed by his energy.  Either way, Sans has fallen and fallen hard, and he’s not afraid to let the world know.

Speaking of which, it’s confession time!  Sans is walking with his crush through the park, his arm looped through theirs to escort them like a proper gentleman in companionable silence.  Out of the blue, he turns to them with a wide grin and says, “YOU’RE GREAT, YOU KNOW THAT?  AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE EQUALLY AS GREAT?!  IF WE WENT ON A DATE TOGETHER!”    

Don’t hurt that little sweetheart.

US!Papyrus:

Stretch is too lazy to actively chase after his crush.  He’ll send a one-word text every now and then or pop out of nowhere to ask them to go to Muffet’s, but beyond that, he’s not acting different or putting in any special effort.  He affectionately teases his crush, and he’ll fall asleep against them pretty much any time the two of them end up on the couch, but he does all of that stuff with his brother, too.  If they’re shorter than him, he props his arm on their shoulder and leans, and he has a thing for stroking their hair.  His crush is someone that encourages his brother, but.. someone that also might be prone to getting frustrated or angry.  He finds it cute.  

Confession time!  Papy’s crush is fed up with mixed signals.  Sometimes it seems like Papyrus is flirting with them, and other times, he seems completely uninterested.  They just can’t figure him out, and they end up inadvertently picking a fight with him because their irritation over the situation clearly shows.  "Ugh, I hate you!“ they shout, mostly to test the waters and see if that would get a reaction from him, or if he–

It does.  Stretch fills their vision in a moment, planting a palm on either side of their head and trapping them against a wall.  His grin is tight, and he’s looking at them carefully, his gaze searching their now-flushed face.  "you’re lying,” he states oh-so-matter-of-factly.  The flounder, caught off-guard and either insist or wave it off.  "you don’t hate me.“

“You hate me,” they grumble, still irritated over the fight.  Papyrus catches their chin with one hand, forcing them to meet his gaze.  Slowly, his lazy grin becomes a smirk.

“you don’t believe that, either.”  He tilts his head, leaning in close just to watch their cheeks burn brighter.  "in fact, i feel quite the opposite.  so don’t ever say you hate me, hun.“

ORRRR none of that happens and Stretch just casually texts his crush "wanna go on a date this sat?”   Ya'know, whichever floats your ship more.  

SF!Sans:

He’s quite demanding of his crush’s attention, and by that, I mean that he demands every second of it.  He’s the type that texts them constantly, sending multiple texts whenever they take longer than two minutes to reply.  Sleeping is no excuse!  He expects constant admiration, and if his crush doesn’t give it to him, he’s confused because WHO DOESN’T FIND HIM INCREDIBLE?  AREN’T THEY HONORED THAT HE CHOSE TO SHOW THEM AFFECTION?!  However, this just makes him want to impress them more.  He’ll shower them with gifts, sparing no expense, trying to use money to get their attention if he has to.  His crush is someone that isn’t exactly his friend.. They could be someone in the grocery store that complimented his shoes or someone that passed him on the sidewalk and said hello.  He’s quick to crush on someone, and he doesn’t make his feelings a secret, so he’s no stranger to rejection.  That still doesn’t mean he takes it well.

Confession time!  Blackberry just straight up tells them, “I’M GREAT IN EVERY WAY AND COULD EASILY KILL YOU SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY, BUT I’M CHOOSING TO SPARE YOU INSTEAD, SO LET’S DATE!”  It usually doesn’t end well, and if they try to spare his feelings, he thinks they’re merely playing hard to get and starts pursuing them with gifts.  This goes on until they either go on a date or Papyrus gets involved.  

And they really don’t want the latter.

SF!Papyrus:  

He’s a pretty chill guy by nature, always bowing to his brother’s demands without a second thought, so when someone catches his eye, Papyrus is pretty chill about his pursuit.  His crush is an acquaintance, someone who doesn’t automatically hate his brother, and who seems to become easily flustered where Papy’s presence is concerned. He takes a strange delight in this and casually touches his crush whenever they’re around.  A brush of his phalanges against their hand here, a bump of shoulders there.. and he’s not above using magic to create a situation, such as causing them to trip right into his chest so he can steady them, his hands lingering.  They don’t necessarily hang out together much.  It’s probably more like Paps knows where they work and frequents the place to make idle conversation.  But he does manage to ask for their number, and he keeps in touch that way.. though his texts mostly come late at night, when his brother is asleep and Papyrus is wide awake.  

For his confession, Papyrus doesn’t really confess anything out loud.  "when’s your shift end?  wanna grab a coffee or somethin’?“ he’ll ask casually, and when they agree, the two will spend a pleasant night talking (unless Blackberry finds out and calls for his brother.  As much as it sucks, Paps picks his brother over his crush every time).  Papyrus closes the evening by walking them home/to their car, and when he turns to leave, he says, "oh, i forgot somethin’.”  Then, he promptly turns on his heel, pulls his crush against him, and kisses them.  It’s the kind of kiss that leaves the crush breathless, and they get to experience a (literally) magical tongue first-hand.  When Paps pulls away, he winks, tells them he had a good time, and then walks away.    What a surprisingly smooth operator.