and by up next i probably mean next week


It just kind of conjured up all these feelings of anxiety I had in a relationship where everybody was watching, everybody was commenting on it. You’re constantly just feeling like, ‘Are we out of the woods yet? What’s the next thing gonna be? What’s the next hurdle we’re gonna have to jump over? Are we gonna make it to next week?’ It was interesting to write about a relationship where you’re just honestly like, ‘This is probably not gonna last, but how long is it gonna last?’ Those fragile relationships … It doesn’t mean they’re not supposed to happen. The whole time we were having happy memories or crazy memories or ridiculously anxious times, in my head it was just like, ‘Are we OK yet? Are we there yet? Are we out of this yet?

Captain Swan Reunion Spec

So I’m starting to think that, if CS does reunite next week, it won’t be because Killian returns home, it will be because Emma goes to find him.

We know that Killian ends up in Neverland next week, probably because he’s trying to portal back to Storybrooke, but because Gideon is blocking him, he ends up somewhere else.  Now, I think it could be a safe bet that Tiger Lily will be in Neverland, however, we know that she won’t be making her first appearance until 6x17, which would mean that Killian likely remains in Neverland until 6x17.  

In 6x16, we also know that Emma will be spending a lot of time with Gideon in the Sorcerer’s mansion, doing what he wants so that he’ll allow Killian to return. The Sorcerer’s mansion, as we’ve seen, is apparently a place where you can very easily just open a portal.  So, I think that there’s a solid chance that at some point while Emma and Gideon are fighting the giant CGI spider or something, Emma is able to either get her tears back, or destroy them, which will then allow a portal to open that will lead her to Killian.

If Adam was in fact telling the truth about the Captain Swan adventure, I think that this could be it.  Emma ends up in Neverland with him, and while they’re trying to find a way home, they come across Tiger Lily, who inevitably causes them grief.  

I’ve based a lot of this spec on this awesome spec post which shows that there’s a good chance Colin and Jen filmed together in a forest, which could easily be Neverland, based on the fact that Jen’s stand-in was there, along with another stand-in that looks like she could be Tiger Lily.  I’m not entirely solid on all the specifics, but I’m feeling pretty sure that Emma ends up in Neverland with Killian at some point.

  • person: are you ok?
  • me: ...
  • me internally: *midoriya muttering voice* the thing is, we got to see shinsou's past and backstory this episode. That was good. Todoroki's fight with Sero was also great too, because we got to see his feelings towards Endeavour loud and clear. But judging from next episode's preview, it looks like we're going to have to watch the others fight, probably bakugo and uraraka, denki and the plant girl, and tetsutetsu and kirishima. but that means if that takes up most of the next episode, then the midoriya v todoroki fight probably won't properly start until the episode after that, which means most likely another cliffhanger and consequently the fact that i will have to wait another week. anOTHER FUCKING WEEK-
  • me: i'm fine, why'd you ask?

“It just kind of conjured up all these feelings of anxiety I had in a relationship where everybody was watching, everybody was commenting on it,” she says of “Out of the Woods.” “You’re constantly just feeling like, ‘Are we out of the woods yet? What’s the next thing gonna be? What’s the next hurdle we’re gonna have to jump over? Are we gonna make it to next week?’ It was interesting to write about a relationship where you’re just honestly like, ‘This is probably not gonna last, but how long is it gonna last?’ Those fragile relationships … It doesn’t mean they’re not supposed to happen. The whole time we were having happy memories or crazy memories or ridiculously anxious times, in my head it was just like, ‘Are we OK yet? Are we there yet? Are we out of this yet?’”

Missing Scenes, Chapter 2


You free, preppy? It’s Joaquin.

Kevin was pretty convinced his heart had skipped a beat. It had been a week since their epic make out session at the Drive-In. What with just hook ups in his sexual history and a lack of boyfriend material in this town, he wasn’t sure what the proper wait time was. A week felt like forever, though, and he was just starting to worry it had been a one-sided interest.

I can be. Meet me at my house in an hour?

Keep reading

“Rejection”; Chapter Eighteen

NOTES: Get ready for some feels in this chapter, the longest chapter so far to make up for the god-awful wait. Oh yeah, there’s gonna be a few parts where it says “Ex’s Name”. If you don’t have an ex (which I know some people don’t), just insert any antagonist’s name. This is how you’re reading the story, after all! :)

Click here to see my brand-new AU, and here for a fanart that I made for my good friend @vanessagirl286!


When Papyrus was finally done ranting about his input within the Royal Guard, he waved farewell to the monster children of Snowdin and met his brother by Grillby’s. You were there too, but you were a good 5 feet away from Sans, plotting your revenge. Your chest glowed a faint yellow, which you knew stood for justice. Oh, that skeleton was gonna pay for dissing you in moment like that.

“OK!! NOW THAT I FINALLY GOT ALL MY FANS OFF MY BOOTS, WHAT SHOULD WE DO FOR DINNER?” Papyrus asked, not minding the fact that you still wore his scarf around your waist. You shrugged, not caring as long as you ate something. “Dinner? What about lunch? Or breakfast!” You moaned, stomach growling at you with such an anger you felt like you were gonna pass out.

Sans didn’t give any suggestions; his eyes closed tiredly. “I KNOW!! HOW ABOUT SOME PASTA?!” Papyrus’s eyes bulged, while Sans and you snapped “NO!” at the same exact moment. Paps looked slightly hurt, but just crossed his arms. “YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH SPAGHETTI.” He grumbled, and you replied with your signature catchphrase without thinking.

“Debatable.” You said, putting your hands inside of the big blue coat you were wearing. Sans chuckled, and gave you a pleased look. You grinned, while Papyrus opened up his mind for more suggestions. “WELL THEN WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT, (Nickname)?” Sans stared at your eyes, expecting you to come up with some genius solution.

Rather, you froze and suddenly felt very pressured. “I-I dunno! S-something besides pasta.” Sans clicked his teeth, and rolled his pinpricks. “so picky.” You glared at him, and even dared to flick him on the side of his skull. “ow!” He muttered, rubbing the spot where you had made contact with his head. You stuck out your tongue, and he made a gesture by hooking a finger around his eye socket, similar to pulling it down.

“WHATEVER YOU TWO WANT TO DO, YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. I’M GONNA GO HOME AND PREPARE THE LAST ‘HUMANS VS. MONSTERS’ GAME!” And with that, he marched off proudly to his house at the opposite end of Snowdin. Your stomach barked loudly, and you doubled over from the pain. Sans watched carefully, and sighed.

“c’mon. i’ll take ya to grillby’s.” He said, and walked towards a small tavern not too far away. “Hey! Wait up!” You called after, sprinting next to him. He calmly stepped one foot in front of the next, snow underneath crunching softly. You took a moment to enjoy the quiet and think to myself.

Back there… back in the alley… was that a moment between me and Sans? Or was it really just an accident? I mean, look at me. I’m having a great time outside today, where I’m probably gonna catch a cold, but… Shouldn’t I be mourning over my confession to him back in the real world? Your mood instantly dampened; you closed your eyes, reimagining the scene that played out about a week ago. Before you fell into the game of Undertale.

Sans… He was just threatening me yesterday afternoon. And now look at me! I’m already jumping to stupid conclusions. Like, how the fuck you could want to kiss someone when you just met?! You never did believe in true love. Or at least, you used to. Before he played your emotions like a guitar, before he made you fall in love with him only to be rejected coldly. On the inside, your brain was telling you that you were just overreacting and that the “break up” wasn’t even as harsh as you think it was.

But you can’t just get over someone breaking your heart when you honestly thought that they loved you back. When they text you “I love you, sweetheart” every single night, until… They just stop. It was like what happened to your best friend. He left you all of a sudden, out of jealousy from the relationship that you had with your parents and friends. Boys are assholes… You thought cruelly to yourself, frowning in disgust.

Now look at me. I’m completely dissing the male gender, over a couple of boys who broke my heart. I mean, look at Papyrus! Yes, he’s a skeleton, but he’s more of a gentleman than those to jerks will ever be! And Sans… Your frown disappeared, replaced by a bashful grin. Your cheeks had faded in color about 10 minutes ago, but here they were turning pink again.

That guy has been through a lot of trauma. Heh, I’m over here in depression from losing of my two best pals. Sans had his entire family, race, and kingdom killed by Chara. No…by me.

Your heart stopped, and you stopped walking. Guilt surged up through your veins, and your eyes widened. Sans stopped as well, gazing at you with surprise. “hm? what’s up, (y/n)?” He asked, but you didn’t reply.

Flashes of going through the Genocide Route streaked across your vision; the feelings of utter sadness slaughtering the skeleton brothers pulling at your heartstrings. Sans gazed down at your chest, and took a step back. You didn’t know what he was seeing, but it must have been your soul.…NO… How could I ever think Sans would like me?! I…I killed- I KILLED HIM AND PAPYRUS-!! You began to hyperventilate, clutching your skull in your hands.

Sans was frozen with terror. (Y/N)’s soul had began to float out of her chest, and it was a color that Sans never thought he’d live to see. Her soul, like a wormhole in space, was as cold and emotionless as Sans’ current eye sockets.

Her soul was a pitch black.

Sans always thought a black soul meant hatred; but now, he wasn’t so sure. What was (Y/N) feeling or thinking about to make her soul turn into this ugly and horrifying hue?! not even chara’s soul was black… Without really thinking it over, Sans rushed next to her and grabbed the sleeves of his blue jacket wrapped around the frigid human’s arms.

“(y/n)?! what the hell’s the matter with you? you’re scaring me! snap out of it!” Sans shook your arms, but you weren’t paying attention. Your lip quivered harshly, and tears formed in my eyes.

You remembered how you murdered Toriel, Undyne, and Asgore. You remembered how you shoved MK off a bridge, to which Undyne dove after and saved him. You remembered the feeling of that cool gun, the warm gloves, and the sharp but-oh-so-natural feeling of the knife in your hands as you slashed Sans straight across the ribs in the Judgement Hall.

You wanted to believe that it was all fake; that it was merely a game where no true emotions would ever haunt you like they currently did. You knew that the only way to end your suffering was to confess your sins to somebody, anybody, that understood you.

And that person was Sans.

But, on the other hand, you could never tell him. He would hate you with all of his being; he’d probably kill you right on the spot.

If Sans ever found out what I did to Papyrus… to all of monsterkind… he would have my head. Literally. You shivered at the thought, while Sans seemed to relax a little. Your soul had started to fade from that hideous black to a pale yellow in fear. Sans studied the color change, and sighed. “are you still cold, bucko? we’re almost at grillb’s. let’s get ya inside.” And with that, he took your arm and lead you to the pub.

Even the touch of his skeletal hand against the blue coat that you were wearing didn’t calm you down enough. You still felt guilt, and hatred towards yourself, but regardless you bit back the tears.

Sans is going to find out at some point…for now, I should make the best out of him not knowing of my previous actions. If he wasn’t already suspicious, then I may as well keep that piece of information to myself. For now. You pondered silently, staring intently into the snow.

After another minute of walking or so, you arrived at the front steps to Grillby’s. By this point you had calmed down somewhat, but the uneasiness lingered. The urge to just get it out already was eating itself out from within your core; you took in a deep breath, and decided that you would tell the skeleton about it after you ate.

Sans smiled lazily, and walked up the short steps. He reached a hand out and opened the door for you, and gesturing inside. “after you.” His inviting, hooded eye sockets made you feel a little better, but not for long. You accepted the kind offer, and walked in. The doorbell chimed from above, slightly startling you. Sans must have noticed, because he snickered and walked past you while saying, “take it easy, kid. no need to be wound up.”

You narrowed your pupils at him, and scoffed. “Was that supposed to be a pun? Because it didn’t make sanse.” He stopped in his tracks, and spun around hesitantly. He glared at you, but smiled anyway. “wow, (nickname). i would’ve said that was a sansational joke, but it was horrible. in fact, it was painful. so painful, that i would ask you to carve me a tombstone and have it say, ‘rib in peace’.”

You opened your mouth to retort an excellent comeback, but none came to mind. Instead, you frowned, and pouted childishly. Sans was grinning, but his permanent smile faltered into one of concern. However, it lasted for only half a second as his laid back demeanor returned and he began walking towards the bar across the room.

You followed him, eyeing some of the monsters in the booths beside you awkwardly. All of them greeted the skeleton as he strolled past, some simply saying hello or addressing him directly. “Heya, Sans!” “How’s, it going, Sans?” “Hey there, Sansy~

At the last comment, you whipped your head towards the direction from which it came from. It was muttered by none other than the drunk bunny near the front of the restaurant, who of which was now giving the skeleton a foot in front of you a seductive grin.

The vicinity of where she sat reeked of alcohol, causing you to screw up your nose with distaste. Sans nodded his head respectfully to his fans sitting in seats around him, but just merely waved a hand backwards at the animal who had tried flirting with him as soon as he stepped in the building. She sighed heavenly, and fell out of booth as if she had been struck by an arrow from Cupid. You rolled your eyes and whispered “so dramatic,” under your breath.

Sans sat down on a stool at the bar; and you followed suite. Grillby was standing right next to Sans behind the counter, wiping a glass dry that seemed perfectly clean. You were a little stunned by the heat radiating off of the bartender, but nearly died when a loud fart noise sounded from underneath your butt. You shot up from your seat immediately, and fell onto the floor clumsily. Your face turned beet red from embarrassment; when Sans started howling belly laughs.

The entire restaurant was staring, who had been apparently waiting for the skeleton to pull his famous whoopee cushion trick again. When they saw your reaction, everyone whooped like apes (although most creatures at the bar were dogs), and banged fists on their tables. you began laughing too, shaking off your embarrassment and reminding yourself that sometimes you just had to be a good sport and laugh at yourself every once in awhile.

Sans pound his hand on the counter, and Grillby made a noise similar to chuckling. But, in reality, it was only the sound of fire crackling. Sans looked down at the girl on the floor by his feet, seeing her shock and blush from being humiliated. Part of him was scolding his little trick, saying that the girl was just about to cry and now you’ve gone and worsened her mood. This downed him a little, until he saw how she was going along with it and the crowd.

Upon seeing her laugh at herself with that laugh he woke up to this morning, Sans’ soul sighed a wave of relief throughout his body. He didn’t remember the last time he’s had the whole pub join in on him for one of his pranks; his victim laughing at it even more so. Every moment Sans spent with this human, he was growing more and more fond of her. It was actually frightening; but thrilling as well.

You got off the floor, cheers starting to die down. A monster in the back shouted “Encore!” for no reason, but it got you thinking. Sans watched you curiously as you stood up, rather than taking a seat beside him. Impulsively, you grabbed everyone’s attention once more. “Hey, everybody. My name is (Y/N).” Most monsters happily greeted you with a “Hi, (Y/N)!” at the same time. Some just rolled their eyes, and barked (literally), “Are you a human?”

You gulped, but nodded confidently, swallowing down your nerves. “Yes I am. And apparently, a funny one too! Since I fall for pranks easily; am I right?” You shrugged, smiling lazily to the crowd. Most people laughed, except for Sans. He actually looked confused. “What can I say? We are made up of skeletons. And water.” Monsters whistled, and laughed hard.

You took a seat next to Sans, while he had an annoyed look on his face. “did you just call me stupid?” He asked in a monotone voice, making you chuckle. Punching him gently in the shoulder, you reminded yourself of his 1 HP. “Heh, I guess I did; didn’t I?” He groaned, but grinned anyways. “you knew that, and it was intentional.” You looked away, focusing back on the bartender. Sans dropped the bickering, and made a gesture to introduce you, although you already knew who Grillby was.

“(y/n), this is grillb’s. he runs this bar here, and he’s the best cook in all the underground.” Grillby held out his hand, fixing his small glasses. You brought up your own, but recalled how he was made of fire. Recoiling hesitantly, Grillby crackled a soft chuckle. “he don’t bite, (nickname).” You gave Sans a bewildered look. “But he’ll burn me.” You retort, sweating nervously.

Sans grabbed your wrist, and placed your hand into the bartender’s, who was waiting ever so patiently. You yelped, but was surprised when the only thing you felt was a warm surge shiver up your arm. You beamed brightly, and your eyes widened in awe. “Wow! How is he doing that?” You asked Sans, while giving Grillby a strong shake.

His glasses rose up in a manner that you could only guess that meant he was happy to see your fascination. Before Sans could answer, you heard a quiet voice come out of nowhere. “I can control whether or not I burn people. You seem like a good friend of Sans, so of course I wouldn’t hurt you.” You spun your attention back onto the flame man, wondering how he talked if he had no mouth.

“actually, we just met.” Sans snickered, and you agreed. Grillby raised a brow, which was non-existent like Sans’. “But Sans…? You seemed like you’d known each other for years when you walked in.” You laughed nervously, and rubbed your neck. Sans gave you a knowing glance, and covered for you. “well, it happened in the forest. she was coming from the ruins, and hurt herself. so paps and i took her in; fixed her up a bit.”

You smiled at him, glad that he was keeping your little ability a secret. The one where I know everything. If I even have any other “powers”… Grillby nodded approvingly, and set the glass down. He stepped aside, giving you a full view of his alcohol selection. You looked at all the pretty colored liquids, but made no attempt to ask for one. You were only 16, after all. Sans gave you a weird look; but it didn’t last long as he changed his mind to bother Grillby for “the Sans Special”.

You turned to face the skeleton, resting your hands on your lap. Grillby spun around, and began concocting the drink. That was never mentioned in the game. “What’s that?” You asked, and Sans’ gazed at you, confused. Then, his face contorted into one of shock. “holy cow. you don’t know something for once in your life?” You rolled your eyes, and raised a hand to your chest accusingly. “No, I don’t. I don’t understand what you’re ‘special’ is, why my soul does what it does, and why you-”

You were cut off from your accusation on his actions back in the alley of the Snowdin Square by the bartender sliding the short stack his beverage. You stared intently, waiting for him to open his mouth to consume the drink. But, like before at dinner the previous night, it just slid through his teeth and invisibly down his throat. He set the glass down, and wiped his mouth with his arm. “you really gotta stop doing that.” He says, smirking at you. You shrugged, and looked away.

“Can’t help being curious.” You replied, but he just chuckled back an old saying that made you cringe. “curiosity killed the cat.” “Are you implying something, Sans?” You snickered, and it was his turn to divert his eyes elsewhere. “i’m just saying. no need to be so nosy.” You flinched; your mind lost in thought again. Memories flood your brain of him yelling at you for being too nosy, and how you were such a pest, and-

Sans fumbled with the shot glass in his hand. why is she so curious about how i work as a skeleton? jeez, some things ya just gotta let go- what? Sans drew his attention back to (Y/N), who had that same blank look on her face as before.

when she was thinking hard to herself outside before her soul started to….rot. Sans set the glass down, and swiveled to face her in his chair. He snapped his fingers twice, but she didn’t respond.

Concerned, he waved a hand quickly in front of her face. “(y/n)? howza ‘bout you order somethin’?” She blinked, and the warm brown in her eyes returned. He’d never noticed that she had brown eyes before. They were like Toriel’s; but more dazzling in some sort of weird and unknown way. “Hm? Did you say something, Sans?” She asked politely, her entire demeanor changing. He didn’t like that; not one bit. He liked it when she was cracking jokes and sharing stories, not being so professional and they just met or something.

Sans smiled, and offered her anything to eat again. Her stomach growled on cue, very loudly to say the least. Sans chortled, and she grinned with embarrassment. “Yeah, totally. I am starved! Literally!” He called Grillb’s over again, and got her a order of burg and fries. The cook went away to the back of his kitchen, and the skeleton took the opportunity to talk to (Y/N) about her troubles.

“ok, bucko. now tell me what’s been eating at ya all day.” You giggled at his pun, if it was even that; but you sighed sadly soon after. “Alright. Where do I start?” You looked up towards the ceiling, listening to the music from the jukebox not far away. It was playing the song that you’d normally hear whenever you encountered Sans whilst playing Undertale. “how about yesterday? we can start off as to why you were bawling your eyes out. it was tearing me up.” He cringed at his own pun, and you did too.

I guess…I’m gonna finally tell someone about him. Here goes nothing. You took in a deep breath, and rest your arms on the table. “Okay. So, back on the Surface… or, rather, the real world… there was this guy.” You started off uncomfortably, but Sans was still listening. “His name…was (Ex’s name).” Sans snickered, and scrunched up his nasal cavity. “wow, his parents must be proud of their decision.” You glared at him, but he apologized and dropped his grin.

“I…I loved him. With all my heart. We were best friends; we knew practically everything about each other. We always worked together on projects in school, and even had our own little secret hangout times at lunch for a couple of months. We watched movies at those times; bringing snacks in and everything. Like it was a real movie theater.” You talked with your hands, and could feel Sans watching in wonder. It’s an Italian thing.

“During these movies, we… We held hands, we rest our heads on one another. I thought this was a sign that he wanted to date me. Which I was thrilled about, since he was always saying at night that he loved me and that I was his sweetheart.” Sans’ expression remained unfazed, but in his eyes you could see him waiting for a “but”. You groaned, your sadness washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Finally, a few days before I fell into the video game of Undertale, I had the nerve to ask him.” You went silent, but Sans urged you onwards with a roll of his hand. Your eyes widened, and you held your breath. “I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend.” Sans sucked in some air through his teeth, and winced;  you kept going. “Let’s just say… It didn’t go well.”

i knew it… Sans thought angrily, and listened to the end of the poor girl’s story of heartbreak. “He rejected me, full-on; not only refusing, but also pointing out everything he’s ever thought bad of me.” (Y/N) began listing off some of the terrible things this “(Ex’s Name)” guy said about her, and the skeleton was appalled. were humans this evil on the surface? in the “real world”? “He said that I was too nosy. That I was always shoving it where it didn’t belong. He said that he only called me ‘pretty’ and ‘his sweetheart’ because he felt bad for me.”

“felt bad for you?” Sans repeated, and (Y/N) hung her head solemnly. “Yes. He said that he only watched the movies with me because he knew I had no friends to hang out with at lunch. I don’t understand why… I thought… I…I thought he loved me. Like, really did! He would always joke about kissing me, but was it really a joke?” Sans felt awkward all of a sudden, and coughed under his breath to help ease the tension. “have you, uh, ever kissed a guy before?”

(Y/N) didn’t look at him, facing the opposite direction in shame. “No.” She simply muttered, and Sans was surprised. In a way, he was also relieved. He didn’t know why; it was like a protective shield activated when she started mentioning (Ex’s Name). It made him wanna kick the shit outta the punk. He’d thought that (Y/N) would’ve done something like kissing already on the Surface, considering the way she was acting back in the alley-

“But it doesn’t matter.” Sans snapped out of his stupor, gazing at her softly. Her eyes were filled with a depressing hatred, but to whom he couldn’t tell.

“Who cares about kissing? I just wanted someone to fill that hole in my heart….that pit of loneliness. That abyss that was created by no one ever being able to understand me, nor anyone wanting to understand me.” Sans scoot off his seat a little in attempt to get closer to her. “why? you seem like you’re always willing to hear about my personal crap.”

(Y/N) chuckled under her breath, but there was no amusement behind it. “That’s just who I am, Sans. People always rely on me to hear their drama, but no one cares about my own. Which is frustrating, since I get emotional over the littlest things. Like…like listening to a sad song, or..” Tears spilled from her eyes, and Sans stood up. He slammed a first down on the bar counter, which stunned her greatly. Sans placed his boney hands on her cheeks, and wiped away the wetness carefully.

“stop it, (y/n). beating yourself up over something stupid that another guy did is bullshit. i can’t believe he did that… calling you such disgusting names when you are such a beautiful young lady. but now, we have to move on. you’re here now, in the underground, with friends all around who understand you and are willing to be there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. you have papyrus, myself, toriel, frisk, and plenty others that i’m sure you already know but haven’t formally met yet.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and the tears slowly stopped spilling down her cheeks. Every time a droplet did sneak its way down, Sans would clean it off immediately. He didn’t care that he might’ve totally embarrassed himself by calling her “beautiful”, or that he could be blushing as deeply as his jacket’s cobalt color. The important thing right now was consoling (Y/N); telling her she was safe down in the world of monsters, where human boys and their horrible words would never reach her. Where her mysterious and outstanding soul could shine in front of him… where it could belong to him.

“‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me…’ that’s a phrase i thought you humans lived by up until you told me your story today, (y/n). not only are you learning from your past mistakes of giving trust to the wrong people, but i’m fixing my automatic assumptions about humans too.” Sans smiled sadly, to which (Y/N) gave him a bleary, confused look. He reached across the bar for a napkin, and continued drying off her round face.

“yesterday, i immediately assumed that you were a psychopathic murderer who had the power to destroy everyone’s hopes and dreams within seconds. like frisk, or chara. but now i know that not all humans are like that; because i am getting to know you, (y/n). if anything, this ‘rejection’ has made you stronger; ya know why? because in order to fall into a videogame, i think one’s soul would have to rival the power of a god. normal people don’t just meet talking skeletons and bartenders made of fire everyday, kid.”

Sans chuckled deeply, and finished cleaning the human. She gazed up into his eye sockets with big, brown eyes, and his soul fluttered. they’re gorgeous, he allowed himself to think, without shooting it down out of anger.  He could feel the magic pulse within him surging faster every second he wasn’t losing himself in speech, which was completely nerve wracking. “so please, don’t get upset over that douchebag anymore. we’re all here for you, and he is not. anyone who has ever beaten you up literally and figuratively is gone, and now it’s just you and me.”

He risked brushing his left hand off, and taking her hand in his. He squeezed it reassuringly, then let go so it wasn’t like he was trying to be suggestive. “‘kay, (y/n)?” Sans smiled broadly, genuinely, and (Y/N) could see that. Her cheeks lit up from joy, and before he knew it, he was tackled back into his seat with a big hug from the human girl that he secretly was admiring more and more every passing minute.

She wrapped her arms around his back, and buried her face into his neck. “Alright, Sans. I got it. Thank you….thank you so much…” She whimpered sadly, but Sans just shushed her and returned the embrace. He brushed some of her hair back comfortingly, playing with its softness without her knowing. He shut his eyes, and rubbed the hand that was placed on her spine soothingly. She sighed contently, and so did Sans. glad that we finally got that awful issue out of the way. it was like (y/n) was hurting physically from her emotional burden.

You pulled away from Sans, and took your seat again. His words were so kind, so encouraging, and so meaningful; in the moment, you felt like your soul had no other choice but to lurch out hug the small skeleton with all you had. You wondered if he’s ever been through heartbreak, or if he’s ever been in love at all. In this timeline, at least.

You didn’t really know where to pick up the conversation after all that, so you just stayed quiet until Grillby came out with the grub. Thankfully, that was about 10 seconds. The two plates clattered down in front of the two of you, and you dove right in without waiting. As soon as you took a bite of the burg, you swooned. “Oh my God. This….this is freaking amazing. Kudos to you, Grillby.” You always liked telling the chef they did a great job whenever you went out to eat; you thought that it would always make their day a little better.

Grillby nodded, and bowed. The flames on his head almost hit your hair as you were hunched over wolfing down your fries, which should have concerned you more than it actually did. Sans chuckled, glad to see that you weren’t one of those kind of people who would only eat a salad or very little in public around their friends. The truth is, you were, but Sans didn’t make you feel awkward. Or like you should watch your weight. So, you just inhaled the fast food like any normal person would.

Sans began to eat his burger, while you ignored the urge to glance over at him while ate. Skeletons need privacy too. You’d cleaned your plate in three minutes flat; you thanked the bartender when he came back with a toothpick. He placed the dish down in a sink below him, immediately starting to scrub off any remains of the ketchup you’d had on your burger. Unpacking the stick from the package, you pulled it out and poked at your teeth.

Sans finished his food rather quickly too, and burped obnoxiously. You sent him a questioning glare, and he responded with a casual “‘cuse me.” You smiled at his manners, and got out from your seat. “Hey, mind if I take a look through the jukebox?” You asked him, and he waved a skeletal hand in the air dismissively. “‘course not. have fun.” You left, and strolled over to the brightly lit music player.




Chapter Ten (Where all the chapters before that are)

Chapter Twenty (Links for Chapters 11 –> 19)


So the last five episodes revolving around the last concerts for TOP were called sleepers, and the eye from today (July 6,2017) that was posted on all social media within the course of nine hours was shutting as one would falling asleep. Now, none of the fans know if the eye will actually open, but i had a smaller theory.
(smaller theory is the the ‘|’ and the ‘/’ are going to be different colored because the ‘-’ is the only part that remains consistently the same color in every logo, and the ‘-’ is the only part of the logo left of the complete |-/) 

now for the second part of my theory, the first lyric was “you’ll have to come and find me” could this mean searching for the new album clues or the banding messing with us? idk, im not a freaking genius. But the second lyric is when the eye started closing and it was “my pretty sleeper”. I see this as intentional because the eye starts to close and so begins a sleepy theme throughout the lyrics.

the third lyric was posted when the eye was about to become a half closed one. “wouldnt it be great if we could just lay down?” (…and wake up in slowtown…). 

the fourth lyric was “i will fear the night again”, which could be hinting at a return of blurryface or possibly Josh’s blurryface like persona (which seems unlikely considering Josh did destroy him in the drum battle thing against himself in a black shirt). 

the fifth lyric was right before the eye shut leaving us with the sad hyphen and confusion. this was from message man and read “remember the morning is when night is dead”. Could this eye being shut be the night, the sleepy lyrics being the night?or the days, weeks or months leading up to the next album could possibly be the night.

the last lyric gave us the hyphen. causing hardcore fans to freakout about the shut eye. “and now i just sit in silence” but could the band mean we sit in silence, waiting for the next release.

now for the third part of the theory, SLEEPERS.

this just hit me the fact that the band posted sleepers yesterday, and the eye shut today. Coincidence? PROBABLY. and Goner was also the name of the last video in the series. Could this eye be blurryface finally leaving, shutting down. is blurryface truly a goner now? 

and not to mention (but i actually will) the fact that tyler posted a picture with the caption “ ^/\{*;;*}/\^ whisperer” (and yes i know the emoji is not exact im on my laptop) but that could be a song or the album name. it seems to go along with the whole night theme, sleepy theme because when you’re in a room with a sleeping person you ~whisper~. 

enjou, hope i didnt torture you too much. and if i did, chill. you’re fine :)

Now You Have Me

Reader x JJ

Request: “HEYY WHEN URE IN STUDY HALL HOW ABOUT WRITING ME A JJ IMAGINE (u can come up with the scenario I’m just having hella feels) LOVE U *winks back*” love you anon thanks

Prompt: @sdmntokyo texted me a screenshot of this prompt but we can’t find the original post so: 

“imagine that you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. people are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “sorry i’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.” and he quietly adds, “i’m Michael. just go with it, yeah? whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” and so you do go with it because he’s being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.”

Note: If you happen to find the original prompt post [it was definitely from tumblr] let me know and I’ll link it asap. 1182 words.

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Lotus - Chapter 10 [Archive of Our Own]
By Organization for Transformative Works

hi friends here’s another yoga chapter!! as stoked I am about this chapter I’m even MORE stoked about the next one! hope y’all like and as always thank you thank you thank you for reading and all the nice words, it really means so much 💜

Hey guys,

Just a head’s up to let you know that I’m going to be slower answering asks, over the next week or ten days. Don’t feel that doesn’t mean you can’t send me asks, just be aware that I’ll be a little slower answering, and some (the more complex/needing longer answers) will probably sit in my inbox for a little while.

The reason is that next Friday/Saturday I’m *gasp* going away! I’m going to a meet-up of the Stylecraft Blogstars (omg I’m so excited I can’t tell you, I’m going to meet other crochet designers some of whom I’ve admired for years!!!!!!) and I need to rest up ahead of that (looooong journey) and I’ll be knackered after it, too. And since ME means cognitive effort is sometimes as tiring as physical effort, that means being careful about how much thinking I do :D


(I’m a possitive person when it comes to shipping and this is the point this shows dragged me to- I know a lot of people will disagree with this post but if you can’t vent on tumblr then where can you?)
Merlí has annoyed me now! I think I would have preferred Bruno and Pol to never have had sex than the way things have gone. It seems like their sex was a completely random fan service moment that may not even be brought up again. I mean Brunol sat together this week- this is all we have to look forward to now! This week there was no mention of their relationship and next week the shows focusing on the teachers. And now Pols had sex with that mother and it’s ridiculous and he’s probably just going to keep having sex with her and Brunos going to get upset and ugh! I’m so disappointed thinking of the storyline this show could’ve had if Brunol carried on! Can’t wait for next week to see how many more times Pol and that mother have sex!!! Yay! Can’t wait!

Seventeen College!AU: S.Coups/Seungcheol

Requested by @leanmeangreenbean :  For a series, you should write a college AU or something, probably for Seventeen. (I will be watching for that series now, no pressure, but pressure)

(This is the first AU! series I am doing, and the first in this series! I hope it meets your expectation!)

Originally posted by imbangnzelo

  • Probably majors in Economics, which is where you meet him
  • You kinda stumbled into the class one day really late bc you slept in and panicked
  • and he just stares at you like you’ve killed someone and you’re like
  • ok buddy calm down
  • and then you realise that there are no seats left, except for the one next to the creepy guy who stared at you for way too long
  • and you kinda sigh before walking over to the seat and sitting down before pulling out your notebook to take notes
  • and he just stares at you again and you’re like 
  • “can I help you?”
  • and he’s like
  • “you’re really pretty…my name is Seungcheol. What’s yours?”
  • I mean, he seems nice enough so you tell him your name and he’s like “pretty name for a pretty girl” making you blush like crazy
  • the rest of the class goes by pretty quickly, asking questions and making notes for a small test next week
  • after the class and you are packing up your books, you notice a presence next to you
  • this presence being Seungcheol
  • “Hey, (Y/N)… what are you doing tonight?” He asks you kind of looking a bit nervous and fidgety
  • “I’m probably going to be studying for the Economics test next week and revising through some of my notes. Why?”
  • “Well, I was wondering if we could…you know, maybe study together? I don’t do well in tests and maybe you could help me”
  • Your jaw dropped because you thought he was insane you met like 2 and a half hours ago, and besides, an extremely attractive young man was asking for your help
  • “okay, meet me at the campus library at 5pm,” you say to him before walking out of the classroom
  • 5pm rolls around and you are already at the library revising when Seungcheol speeds in with his notebooks
  • “Okay let’s start shall we?”
  • “Alright, what did you pick up from today’s class then?” You start with the basics
  • “Um…nothing”
  • “what were you doing the whole time?”
  • “doesn’t matter, let’s just start, please”
  • 2 hours later and you’re sure there’s been some progress made and you couldn’t be happier
  • Seungcheol is thanking you so much and you're like
  • “its fine dude”
  • “can I get your number maybe…so that if I get stuck on a concept you can help me?” Real smooth seungcheol
  • but you agree and exchange numbers anyway
  • he texts you that night saying to get lots of rest and be ready for the test tomorrow and your heart flutters reading it and you text him back saying you hope he does well
  • so you don’t hear from him for a few days, but your test for Economics is tomorrow
  • when you get to your class the next morning Seungcheol is already there and he’s talking with Joshua and Jeonghan in our Economics class
  • you just smile lightly at him before revising once more
  • so the test is done now and you feel good about it, and you go to see if Seungcheol thinks he did well
  • Seungcheol finds you first and tells you how much he appreciates your work and offers to come and hang with his friends to which you accept
  • he also offers to take you out on a date to which Joshua and Jeonghan are like
  • ew not in front of us pls you’re too mushy and cheesy
  • but you still accept anyway bc hes cute and dorky
  • so pretty much your college life started out with a bang; finding a new group of amazing people who you can call life-long friends, and you have a newfound crush on Seungcheol

Sorry, this may have been bad but I didn’t know how to start it  😂 😂

Who do you want to see next in the series?

Early Breakfast Scribble  

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I just thought of updating you peeps with my status.

I am so sorry If I have  been quite inactive lately. I’ve been extremely burnt out from surprise errands and exams. I’m very exhausted and ill at the moment. All  I ever want to do now is to get some sleep.   .( ̵˃﹏˂̵ )

 I will probably be inactive again next week but it doesn’t mean I had neglected requests. There’s a preview/ WIP  under the cut if you’re interested in few of the unfinished sketch requests I already started. 

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Where The Lost Go (1/?)

Summary: A king has died, and there’s a crown for the taking.

To avoid war over who will lay claim to the most dangerous kingdom in the land, the remaining kings come to an agreement. A tournament. Three challenges. The winner gets the crown - and its powerful gift.

But nothing is so simple. Political problems have Geoff under pressure and Jack struggling to help him. Young kings Michael and Ray have everything to prove, but their plan for victory complicates their relationship. And Ryan’s determined to stay in control - at least until a rival king’s fool and the mystery he brings with him distract him from his goal.

With everyone desperate to win and motivations becoming tangled, things escalate. No longer is it simple competition, but a game of minds, relationships - and betrayal.

(King AU, eventual OT6)


By the time they arrived in Ryan’s kingdom, Gavin had been ignoring Geoff for two and a half weeks.

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okay, so here’s the deal: starting july 5th  ( next wednesday ), i’m probably going to be very mia from tumblr completely for a little bit. my mom is having surgery and that means that it pretty much falls to me to take care of her until she recovers as well as cooking and cleaning and shit like that.

i’m gonna be dropping a ton of stuff into my queue from relevant posts to replies and memes and i might check in every now and again if i have energy/time, but for the most part i’ll be very quiet ooc here, but in the meantime you can still very easily catch me on d.iscord  ( sleepindarkness#0109 )  if you’d like to plot, chat, or rp.


Can you write one where you’re in college and it’s crazy and you don’t have time to hang with him and he gets mad and you get in a fight then once you cool down you start talking again and he understands where you’re coming from but you work to make time for him and he does the same for you and lots and lots of fluff


You hadn’t meant to get so busy.

You were typically pretty good at organizing and prioritizing your life so you had time for all the important things. You had a job, you had family, you had friends, you had extra curricular activities and you had Harry. Normally, you were planning your time with him around his schedule, not yours, but everything changed once you started school.

University was something that you had been dreaming about for a long time but the timing had just never been quite right. You had never been in the right place at the right time and had the right amount of money to make four years of it actually successful. When life finally did line up, however, you suddenly got very nervous about the prospect. It took a bit of convincing from Harry and encouragement from your family and friends to finally bite the bullet and apply. You couldn’t believe it when you got your acceptance letter. You reread it twenty times with wide eyes as you stood in the living room with Harry hugging you from behind with stars in his eyes for you. You knew he was so, so proud and so happy that you were finally going to get to do something you had wanted for so long. He promised to be there to support you every step of the way and help with whatever you needed.

He didn’t anticipate that it would turn into him never seeing you.

Harry was still busy himself, but his schedule wasn’t quite as frantic as it had been when he was on tour with the boys. He was primarily in Los Angeles with you while he went to recording studios and executive meetings. At first, you both agreed that your lack of contact was normal; with school just starting and everything being new, you were both going to need some time to adjust.

But the weeks of adjustment turned into a few months. Harry went back to London without you over the Christmas holidays because you had exams and couldn’t get away. He offered to fly you out after you were finished but, by that point, you were so tired and spent from studying so much that you decided to just lay low in LA and spend a day or two with your family a few states away.

You and Harry may have shared a home together, but it was starting to feel very empty for both of you because there was typically only one person at home at a time.

When Harry returned from London in mid-January, you were deeply back into the swing of school things. This semester was going to be even more jam-packed than the first one had been and you were already stressing out about it. You hadn’t seen Harry in nearly three weeks, but you couldn’t manage to give him more than a kiss and a hello when he walked in the door before you were right back into your textbook.

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The main three of my danganronpa story that I’m finally doing something with. I have half of the prologue written out and might post it, though honestly I’ll probably put it up on ao3 or deviantart. Click for names and talents. The next batch should be up in the next week or so.