human confessions

anonymous asked:

yo yo same anon! what if he pulls a frisk situation and HE ends up breaking up with HER? maybe hes just not cut out for dating humans.. also if he were to break up with her after a while of bonding and getting to know the monster squad would they still want her around?

AW MAN. DAMMIT PAPYRUS EVEN IN HYPOTHETICAL FIC LAND YOU GOTTA FRIENDZONE ME HOW DARE YOU LMAO

aw geez. it’d probably be like:

“UM. HUMAN. I NEED TO CONFESS SOMETHING.”

“Hm, yeah Papy? What is it?”

“WELL YOU SEE. WE’VE HAD SOME MARVELOUS TIMES TOGETHER. EATING SPAGHETTI. WATCHING METTATON’S SHOW. PAINTING ON MY PEARLY WHITE BONES. AND IT’S BEEN FANTASTIC.”

“…….Yeahhhhhh….and…?”

“AHEM. WELL AS YOU KNOW. I AM A SKELETON OF MANY TALENTS. IT. REALLY WAS INEVITABLE THAT YOU WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH ME UPON MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME.”

“….Yeah…?”

“AND I WAS VERY HAPPY THAT FINALLY SOMEBODY RECOGNIZED ME FOR MY PLEASANT PERSONALITY AND BODACIOUS BOD. HOWEVER, I MUST SAY HUMAN…THAT I HAVE BEEN DECEIVING YOU.”

“What?”

“I DIDN’T WANT IT TO END THIS WAY. I TRIED TO LOVE YOU BACK, I REALLY DID. WE DID EVERYTHING THE DATING MANUAL SAID, AND YOU CAN’T SPELL PERFECT BOYFRIEND WITHOUT SEVERAL LETTERS FROM MY NAME, SO I THOUGHT WE WERE SET.”

You felt worse and worse the longer he rambled. “Uh-huh…”

“BUT, THE TRUTH IS…I JUST AM NOT INTO YOU LIKE THAT. I KNOW. MY REJECTION HURTS LIKE THE PRESSURE OF A THOUSAND BEE STINGS, BUT DO NOT CRY BECAUSE WE ARE NO MORE.”

Easier said than done, Papyrus. 

“YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A FOND MEMORY.”

“….”

“WHY ARE YOUR EYES LEAKING?”

“……….” sniffle.

“N-NO! YOU CANNOT CRY. I DON’T DO WELL WITH SAD TEARS. I AM A SYMPATHY CRIER YOU KNOW THIS.”

Sans finds you like 20 minutes later, both of you sobbing in the kitchen. “nope,” he says as he immediately turns around and walks away like nothing happened.

Papyrus would still want you around as a super cool friend, so no worries about leaving the gang.

anonymous asked:

A scenario about Knockout realizing about his feelings and confessing to human crush who is shy, timid & tomboyish ( wear baggy t-shirts, baggy pants & sneakers) can be sarcastic around him and is oblivious about his feelings for them without them misunderstanding, pretty please?

With a cherry on top, anon!

Look at you, with your cargo pants and dirty sneakers. He almost couldn’t stand it. He wanted to scrub you clean, and made sure you looked presentable. He knew you were you, but he was him, and he cared a lot about appearances. 

You were so oblivious to everything, playing most of what he’d said off as a sarcastic joke. He was going to have to say it to your face. He knew that. You needed to hear this directly.

He marched over, his usual confidence draining with every step, the swagger swaying right out of his hips. He tapped the table with his fingers to get your attention.

You looked up at him with gleaming eyes, hidden behind unstyled hair. 

“Since you can’t seem to take a hint, I’m going to make it so it’s hard to ignore. (Y/N), I like you.”

He awaited your response with a flat expression.

Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…

“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”

They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”

“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”

The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.

“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”

With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.

Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.

And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.

In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.

Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.

It’s Dean.

So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.

A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.

Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.

Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.

Kay, um, well, I love you.

Okay.

Uh, bye.

Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.

Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”

It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.

“Love you.”

I absolutely adore @thededicatedscientist‘s style of Asgore and had to do some doodles :3 I’m so glad I actually found a style for him that I can draw and make look kinda decent

the crying one looks really bad

Also, I was obsessed with Kingdings before, but now it’s even worse cus dang are they cute

Drunk cuddles and sleepy Confessions

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word count: 2,335

Rating: General Audience

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11266446

Summary:  Cas and Dean return to their shared apartment after a long night of partying.
Dean is pretty drunk and accidentally breaks his bed which leads to the two friends sharing Cas’s bed.
In the morning, a very sleepy Dean let’s some secrets slip.

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It was way past 3 a.m. on a Saturday when Dean and Cas finally arrive at the door of their shared apartment after a long night of partying. To be honest, Dean was the one partying while his best friend and roommate Castiel was mostly watching him drink and dance with various people. Cas really isn’t the party-type, doesn’t even know why he continuously tortures himself by joining Dean on parties nearly every weekend- just to creep around in a corner and look at his friend flirting or making out with other students. He’s completely aware of how embarrassing and pathetic this crush, that he’s been harboring on (wo)manizer Dean Winchester for about a year, is, but he really can’t help his feelings. Considering that Dean is openly bisexual and has dated and hooked up with quite a lot of people over the course of their friendship, but never made a move on Cas, he knows that Dean just isn’t into him and that he should probably get over it and accept the fact that there would never be more than a deep friendship between them.

“Ya know what, Cas?” Dean leans against him, nuzzling his face against his neck while Cas unlocks the door and trys to prevent his friend from falling to the ground at the same time.

“No, what?”

“I really like ya… How’d I even deserve you? You’re my best friend, love- I love you s’much.” Dean mumbles while trying to conceal his hiccups.

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