i can't believe the number of times he did this.. = = so cute though

wizaster  asked:

Heeeey, what's up! I just started following your blog and it is the best thing ever! your characterizations are A+++ on point. Anyway, have you considered the UT/UF/US/SF bros reactions to... Soulmates? like meeting them for the first time? or just being with them?(I believe your ask box is open, if not or if you just don't like this ask ignore:) Thanks for your time!

……Is it weird that I’m pretty sure this is the first request I’ve gotten for soulmate AU? Weird with how common that concept is in this fandom. Anyways for the sake of this the clearest indicator for SOULMATE is a strong buzzing sensation in your SOUL when you touch. However, Soulmates will likely be drawn to each other personally before any physical touch and quickly developed romantic feelings can be taken as an indication of at least soul compatibility, if not mate status. Also thank you so much for the compliment

UT!Sans: Honestly, always kind of assumed he was the kind of guy without a soulmate.

He’d heard others describe the feeling. A tugging, an emptiness, sometimes faint echoes of emotions you couldn’t really explain, like a magnet or a ghost pulling you towards your other half. He’d never really felt that. Well, maybe the emptiness, but he’d always chalked that up to his old pal depressive tendencies (soon to evolve into full on depression).

Not to say he was terribly disappointed. He’d seen plenty of people work out without being soulmates. Undyne and Alphys for instance. They weren’t soulmates, and they were working out just fine. Toriel and Asgore were, and look how that turned out. Soulmates wasn’t a guarantee that you’d workout as partners, or everlasting love or any of that. It just meant there was something deep inside you that resonated. Love or hate, you couldn’t be neutral towards each other, and the universe would do its best to throw you together in some capacity.

So when he’s selling hot dogs to a decent looking human on  a street corner and he feels a strange buzzing in his chest as his phalanges brush yours when he hands it to you….he’s honestly not sure what his reaction is. There’s a thrill, sure, and a cold sweat,  but also a strange urge to just let you walk away and never speak again.

No such luck. You felt it too, and unlike him had no context to explain it.

“Uh….sorry, kind of a magic  equivalent of static electricity.” He says, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

“Oh.” There’s a pause and then something in your eyes glinted. “So is the hotdog free then?”

“….what?”

“Cause you already…charged me for it.” You burst out laughing before you even finish it. “Sorry, couldn’t resist, that was bad.”

His face slowly stretches into a crooked grin. After a few more bad jokes he asks you if you’re doing anything later.

He doesn’t bring up the Soulmate thing. Doesn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you, he knows the concept is pretty unique with humans. Not to mention he’s not sure himself where this is going. But you seem cool. Definitely got the same shitty sense of humor. Papyrus seems to like you too (he doesn’t tell him either, doesn’t need that wrench in the works).

He tells himself it’ll be fine. Just platonic friends, maybe something more, but why rush himself. But he’s falling faster than normal. Its like something inside him…..ever seen a door slightly ajar get pushed into place so the latch clicks? It feels like that. Not a big change, but something feels right that wasn’t before. The connection is simpler, and yet deeper than he’s used to having, and….he’d never forgive himself if he let this turn into another unchased possibility.

Chances are he’ll never tell you you’re soulmates. He doesn’t like how compulsory that sounds, doesn’t want you to think he only became your friend and later your partner because his magic told him to.

UT!Papyrus: He believes strongly in soulmates but is a little too paranoid about it. Any kind of strong immediate feelings (he assumes) could indicate soul compatibility, explaining his tendency to commit quickly to relationships. Soulmate spotting doesn’t come with a hard and fast list of symptoms. It hits everyone differently and young monsters grow up hearing “You’ll know it when you see it”. Frustrating, to say the least. Thus his tendency to fall hard and fast. He keeps getting disappointed, but as always, Papyrus is an indefatigable optimist.

But for as alert as he is he could never have predicted how it would hit him. He and Undyne were out walking when they saw someone’s purse being stolen. Naturally Undyne pursued, with him close behind. She cut the thief off while he came on them from behind, preventing any escape. The thief whirled on him, face meeting chest……and right where your nose brushed his Soul buzzed excitedly.

Both of you stop in surprise. You drop the bag, yelping as you clutch at your chest. What the hell?! Papyrus staggers a bit, and his eye sockets go unbelievably wide. Undyne is confused but takes advantage of the opportunity to sweep your legs and pin you to the ground. Before she can get too far though Papyrus calls out “WAIT, THAT’S MY SOULMATE!”

All three of you are struck dumb.

“What the hell, Pap, are you sure?” She lifts up your head, none too gently. “This scum?”

“E-EVIDENTLY.” He kneels down and picks up the bag, fixing you with a kind smile. “BUT IF THEY ARE MY SOULMATE THEN OBVIOUSLY THERE MUST BE SOME GOOD IN THEM!”

Naturally at first you want nothing to do with this bizarre monster, chest buzz or not. Especially after his friend made you return the purse and forced you to say you’d come see them tomorrow or Undyne would report you. You show up determined to rebuff any attempts at kindness, you just want to move on.

But slowly, he starts to wear you down. He’s too sweet to hate, and besides, he keeps the angry fish lady off your back. His brother doesn’t trust you but seems to default to his brother’s judgment.

As time goes on the relationship blossoms. Papyrus never forces you to a place relationally you’re not ready to go, but he insists that you can’t not be involved in some respect. He’s one of the few people in your life convinced you’re not a bad person. And somehow he manages to convince not only the others, but you.

Papyrus, with his infinite patience, unbeatable optimism, and genuine sweetness, slowly wins you over. You become a better person because of him. Not that he’d ever admit he did anything. “JUST BROUGHT OUT THE GOODNESS THAT WAS HIDING IN YOU ALL ALONG, DATEMATE!”

UF!Sans: Meeting your soulmate while drunk probably isn’t the ideal scenario, but given the ratio of drunk to sober days he has most weeks its not mathematically that surprising.

Unfortunately for him at the time he’s unable to distinguish the buzz in his soul when his arm slings around your waist from any of the variety of buzzes human alcohol gives a skeleton monster. Given that you’re half in the tank too you likely aren’t really aware of what’s happening either. But he likes your eyes and you’re decent company, and that pretty soft body, damn……one thing leads to another and he wakes up with a splitting headache, a naked human in his bed, and a tugging in his soul that’s becoming more noticeable the more you cuddle up to him.

Fuck.

Red’s never really been into the idea of soulmates. Namely because he doesn’t want to see whoever pairs perfectly with this dumpster fire. So he tamps the feeling down. Probably bad booze. He waits till you get up, you exchange numbers, and you’re out the door.

You hang out a few more times. Sometimes to hook up. Sometimes just to drink or get some food when you’re in the same area. They’re not officially dates, he’s certainly not going out of his way to make it romantic. But you’re funny, sexy, and fun to be around. Seem to think the same about him (for gods know what reason), so he doesn’t feel the need to justify it. The tugging and ache….well, they don’t go away. But he’s getting better at ignoring it.

Or, well, he was. He notices you pawing at your sternum until finally you break down. “Hey, look, I’m not saying its your fault, but there’s like this weird feeling in my chest whenever we hang out. Is that like a magic thing?”

“Uh…” Fuck, he’s usually a better liar but you hit him out of the blue. “Yeah, maybe.”

You’re smart enough not to buy it. You slowly start prodding him for the actual answer until he snaps and tells you. Before it can sink in he vanishes. You don’t seem him for a few days and he doesn’t answer his phone.

You: Red?

You:?

You: Look, its not……I don’t want to be rude but its not a big deal I guess?

You: If you don’t want to be with me like that or whatever

You: But you’re a great guy, be a damn shame to lose my drinking buddy over this dumb universe shit

You: so what do you say?

One hour later

Red: grillby’s tonight?

You: If you’re buying

Red: yeah, yeah, my tab

The two of you do this for months, insisting that this is fine. You’re soulmates. Its whatever. If you wanna hang out, you’re gonna hang out, it’s not because of that.

If he flirts, it’s because he does that all the time, not cause you’re soulmates.

If kisses start lasting longer, outside the context of the occasional one night stand, soft pecks when he’s dropping you off, it’s not….it’s not because of that.

At some point the lines between a relationship and friends with benefits slowly blur into each other faster and faster until you’re officially partners. It’s only then that you start to realize…..shit, guess this soulmate junk may have something to it.

UF!Papyrus: You don’t know what you totally expected when you went out shopping that day. But it definitely didn’t include brushing by two skeletons, feeling a weird thrill in the center of your chest, and having the taller one turn around and shriek “YOU?!?!”

Edge believes in soulmates too. But he’s got something very specific in mind. Someone who will follow orders, keep their space clean, shower him with kisses RESPECT and who’ll help him keep Sans’ ass in line. So coming across a random stranger in the mall and boom, that’s your soulmate?!?!?! Not allowed. Unacceptable.

Alright, alright, he can work with this. He chases you down, and if he somehow manages not to scare you off in the first five seconds of charging towards you your number is demanded requested and you are ordered to show up at his house first thing tomorrow morning.

You don’t know why you’re playing along, but….soulmates, huh? You’d never really thought it was a thing, but that buzz in your chest. That was definitely real. And there’s something charming about his overblown bluster, in a cartoon villain kind of way. You do it. You show up at his house. No one seems more surprised than his brother.

Naturally you’re going to fall short of at least a couple of his standards. You’re only human. He’s furious. How could you possibly be the soulmate of the Great and Terrible Papyrus. In the end he’s not that great at hiding his displeasure, and you storm out after telling him off. Some soulmate, this asshole Pygmalion Project douchebag is supposed to be someone you can resonate with??? Damn, the universe must hate you. For his part he claims its far more convenient that you go, but he can’t help but feel a pang of regret as he watches your retreating form.

You see each other around a bit. You refuse to change stores just because you might see him, but try to avoid him whenever you encounter him. He doesn’t approach you for weeks, but there’s something stirring within him. For the first time he’s feeling…..guilty? N-Nonsense! He never regrets his actions. Only rethinks his strategy!

And currently that strategic rethinking involves paying for your groceries by slipping the cashier some cash when he’s ahead of you in line. Leaving anonymous flowers outside your doorstep. Telling off someone who was getting a little too close for comfort and disappearing before you could…..thank him? Confront him? You aren’t sure.

Finally you steal your nerve and go to talk to him. You do have the address at least. You end up having a lengthy, extremely awkward conversation, in which he comes (and you’re not sure of this) extremely close to an apology. Red is still picking his jaw up off the floor.

Edge gave up on the idea of a romantic relationship after that first night. But maybe….maybe you could be friends. It’s not easy. Nothing with Boss ever is. But that soulmate quality exists for a reason. You find you empathize with his need for control, with his drive and his emphasis on holding himself together. You understand him in a way you haven’t understood many people. He finds you balance him out, and challenge him in a way he isn’t used to being challenged. He can’t get away with his usual bullshit with you. When he crosses the line you stand toe to toe with him and let him know. And while it’s infuriating…..it’s strangely intriguing. You get away with shit Red wouldn’t in a million years. Seriously, how the hell are you doing that?

Whether or not it progresses into a romantic relationship is kind of up to you, but at some point Edge will want to. Maybe his soulmate wasn’t how he pictured, how he wanted. But…..he can’t imagine it being any other way.

US!Sans: Just another night at the club. The only thing (at first) separating that night from any other was that your dance partner was a skeleton. Not your usual fare, but he had a sweet face and had asked you so excitedly that you couldn’t turn him down. He was a good dancer, very energetic, almost running you into the ground with his quick pace. Every touch is gentle, non-intrusive, yet sparks with…something, magic maybe? Either way, it feels good, making the color in your cheeks rise.

As the song comes to an end he straight up dips you down, panting a bit with the energy expended, and as his eyelights meet yours….Both of you feel a buzzing sensation that surprises him so much he drops you.

Sans apologizes profusely and helps you to your feet, then asks you if you want to come home with him. You hesitate, you’re normally not the type to go home with strange guys, but something in the look on his face and the powder blue flush on his cheeks (though stars know how a skeleton does that)……you feel like you can trust him. You agree and take an awkwardly silent walk home with him. He seems more excited than before, and keeps looking at you like he wants to say something but holds it back.

His home is a small but clean one story a few blocks away. On the couch is another skeleton in an orange hoodie, smoking a cigarette that is hastily put out and stowed when you come in. He raises a brow at your presence but doesn’t question it, trading some banalities with Sans. Seems their brothers. He clears out pretty quickly and Sans guides you to the couch.

He explains the buzzing. You’re soulmates. On some fundamental level, compatible. Made for each other, in a way. His eyelights are shining brighter and you swear you can see the outline of tiny stars in the center as he tells you he’s been looking for his for a very long time, and he can’t believe it was someone as pretty as you!

His enthusiasm is catching, and in the end you’re swept up in it. He takes you home and chastely pecks your cheek before running off into the night, practically beaming. You start dating regularly. Sans is almost….overwhelming in his perfection. He’s enthusiastic, kind, sweet, affectionate, solid, honest, and completely infatuated with you.

And that, in a way, is the problem. Sans is already in love with you, but doesn’t know every side of you. While he never brings up anything that disappoints him, you can’t help but feel he fell in love with the idea of you before bothering to get to know you as a person. Not to mention things are moving way too fast. Sure, maybe you’re soulmates, but everything in you is screaming that you can’t be fixing yourself this firmly to a guy that, from a time perspective, you barely know.

Finally you have to end it. It breaks his heart, but you convince him to settle for being friends, for now at least. Someday maybe you’ll be ready for the type of closeness, but for now, you want to spend some time getting to know each other. And though you’re cautious, you find you’re not disappointed in what you find.

US!Papyrus: Stretch sighed and resisted the urge to reach for the cigarettes in his pocket. They didn’t allow smoking in this place. One of the only downsides about living on the Surface, everything was catered to delicate human lungs. They didn’t allow outside food either so he didn’t have a lollipop to fall back on. He was this close to giving in and chewing on one of the toothpicks just to get something in his mouth but he hated when wood slivers fell in his mouth.

Only about an hour left in this thing, and he was seriously looking forward to it being over. Speed dating hadn’t sounded awful honestly. Blue and Tale (he never did feel comfortable calling him Papyrus in his head) had been coming to this place almost every time the restaurant held an event. They seemed to take it as a speed round on making friends. Most of the time they didn’t even end up with an actual romantic date out of it, just another dinner guest for Spaghetti Taco night. They’d been trying to get him and Classic to go for weeks. Classic had made his excuses but Stretch had been….kind of curious. He liked flirting, he liked food being paid for by people not him (Blue and Tale had footed the bill), and with the seven minute thing at least the creepier ones couldn’t stick around too long.

Still, he was reaching his limit. Kind of hard to get past the “Hi, my name is” stage in seven minutes into anything actually fun. Not to mention he was tired. Still, Blue and Tale showed no signs of flagging and he was their ride, so he had a feeling he was in this till the end.

New partner. You sat down across from him. You looked a bit shy, which he guessed was fairly endearing. Cute enough.

“Hey P-” you started a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were….” your eyes skirted to Tale.

“ ‘saright.” he says. Not the first time that had happened tonight. “People say we could be twins. Name’s Stretch, ‘m Blue’s brother.”

“I’m really sorry, that kind of came off…..racist, I guess? Speciesist? Whatever it is when you imply all skeletons look alike.”

He snickered. “Hey, what’s that saying you humans got? No matter what we’re all flesh and bone underneath. We just skipped the first part.”

You chuckle. “Something like that, I guess.” You told him your name.

“Regular, I’m guessing? You seem to know Paps.”

“Sort of. I’ve been a couple of times when my apartment feels too empty for the eighth night in a row.” You pause. “Sorry, wow that sounds depressing.”

“Nah.Sounds about like my weekends when Blue’s out somewhere.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Anxiety, depression, or just a shut-in?”

“Hmm, mostly the first but hey, the second pulls its weight.”

“I’m the first with the third thrown in for shits and giggles.”

“Well, we’re well-rounded at least.” He pulled a hoodie string in his mouth and started chewing.

“At least.” You chuckle.

“….so not to be rude but that’s kind of upfront for a seven minute encounter.”

You passed a hand over your forehead. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’ve been trying to sell myself all night and I think I’m….I don’t know.”

“Reachin your burn out point.” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. “Don’t worry about it, me too. I don’t mind talking, but if you want we can just sit back, check our phones, get some silence if you want. Sound okay?”

The waiter brought in fresh drinks and you smiled. “Well, I’ll toast to that.”

He chuckled. As you both reached for your drinks your fingertips briefly brushed his hand….and suddenly it was like static electricity, straight to the chest. You were startled a bit but Stretch nearly fell out of his chair.

You….you were…..

Looks like not talking wasn’t gonna be an option.

He runs you down on what’s happening, both of you stubbornly refusing to move from your seats during changeover. When finally the staff tells you you have to he grabs your hand and takes you out back, running you through what just happened. And for once the skeleton with the most chill is looking unbelievably stressed, lighting up a cig as soon as you’re outside the no smoking area.

Soulmates? The very idea is terrifying to him. Talk about fuckin pressure…..he can’t handle this, not after a long night. You exchange numbers and agree to meet up later.

The next few weeks are a roller coaster of Stretch’s wavering commitment levels. Sometimes he’ll ghost on you with no explanation, only to show up on your doorstep with an awkward apology. He takes you for a date but looks like he wants to die through most of it, but then you come over to his place for dinner and he loops an arm around your shoulder. You can never tell which version of him is coming over, and to be honest he feels guilty as hell about it. You’re a good person, hell, he could actually picture himself being friends, even dating you even without the soulmate thing, but that weird spiritual significance the bond adds to the whole thing just takes him places mentally he doesn’t want to be. He has a lot of internalized expectations for how soulmates are supposed to act and doesn’t really feel up to any of them.

Assuming you don’t ditch him during those mercurial few months things do settle down. He starts approaching it like any other relationship, with the same casual savoir-faire. He decides to take the soul bond as more of an added bonus than a bar-setter, and it helps his approach. He’s a good partner, casual and funny, but dedicated.

SF!Sans: You were storming down the stairs of your apartment building as the deafening alarm bells rang, absolutely pissed. You had three projects to finish by the end of the week and the last thing you needed was YET ANOTHER fire alarm. Especially when nothing appeared to be in flames.

You joined the small cluster of your fellow building mates, hugging your sweatshirt against the chill evening air. You walked among them, trying to piece together from various conversation who the hell deprived you of precious.minutes of work.

“Did you see anything?”

“Kitchen fire-”

“Maybe, but who-”

“Fucking asshole-”

“Look, Chief, all I’m sayin is if smoke’s pouring out of the oven, turn it off.” You pause. Bingo.

“I WILL DO NO SUCH THING! THE SMOKE IS WHAT GIVES MY BURRITOS THEIR DISTINCTIVE FLAVOR!” Its the two skeleton monsters you’d seen around a few times. The shorter one was the one yelling, while the taller one looked exhausted and mildly annoyed.

“Look, all ‘m sayin is the firefighters are getting pretty pissed off about having to come back so often. Not to mention stoves are expensive.”

“THOSE FIREFIGHTERS SHOULD LEARN SOME RESPECT FOR THE CULINARY ARTS.”

You’d heard enough. Stomping slightly and eyes blazing, you walked up to them and tapped the shorter one on the shoulder. He whirled on you. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”

“Hi, excuse me, don’t mean to intrude, but what the FUCK is your damage.”

He looks stunned, for a moment too much so to speak, and his brother is shooting daggers at you but frankly you’re too pissed to care.

“Can you fucking control your damn stove so that I don’t have to tromp my ass out here GODS KNOW how many fucking times this week?! Some of us have work to do that isn’t setting food on fire and you’re getting. In. the fucking. Way.”

He found his tongue. “HOW DARE YOU-”

“I’m just saying, dude, after the fifth time maybe you’d get a clue!”

“Hey, back off.” The taller one said, looking at you with a dangerous eye.

You pointed an accusing finger at the other’s chest. “So get. Your shit. Toge-” Your finger had jabbed his chest at that point and suddenly a buzz erupted in your chest. You reacted instinctively and backed off, yelping a bit. The other felt something too and collapsed to a knee.

“Chief?!” The taller one knelt down beside him. “Sans, you okay?”

He was breathing hard for a minute and he looked up at you with a bizarrely intense face. “…..I’M FINE.”

“Sans-”

“I’M FINE!” He jerked his shoulders out of his brother’s grip and got to his feet. “COME ON, THEY’VE TURNED OFF THE ALARMS.” He walked away. The taller one shot you a dirty look before following.

……What the hell?

Somehow you managed to get the work done. There are no other fire alarm issues. You’re celebrating with a tired glass of wine a few days later when there’s a knock at the door. When you open it, there’s nothing but a plate of burritos there. What the- You flash back to the conversation. Is this….his way of apologizing? Maybe. You’re never one to turn down food and with the high from getting your work done you’re less inclined to be pissed with him, so you take it in and sample it.

Oh gods. If this is how his cooking usually is you can understand why smoke might help. At least it might mask some of the other flavors.

He keeps leaving burritos outside your room and you don’t have the heart to turn them down, but you can’t stand dumping food this much, so finally you show up outside his door and offer to show him a new method. His brother is shooting you dirty looks and he’s very resistant to most changes you suggest, but in the end you manage to churn up something, if not exactly tasty, at least approaching edible. Despite being stubborn and bossy, you kind of find yourself enjoying it. He’s got a sort of charm to him, and definitely has a lot of passion. Somehow he manages to convince you to stop by for dinner sometime.

Blood never tells you you’re soulmates. It sounds….gross and sappy and romantic and NOOOOOO. But he slowly works his way into your favors, toning down his aggressiveness a bit. He surprisingly smoothly transitions you into dating, and before you quite know what’s happening you’re having your first kiss outside your apartment door with the guy who keeps setting off the damn alarm. And somehow….you wouldn’t want it any other way.

(Oh, and Syrup does eventually forgive you).

SF!Papyrus: Last delivery of the night, and you’d finally be off. Least it was this place. You’d delivered enough late night takeout to know the guy tipped well. You knocked.

The door opened, revealing Syrup’s lanky form. “Hey kid.”

“Hey, dude.” You forked over the takeout. “Usual. Your bro not cooking tonight?”

“Staying the night with a friend. On my own for tonight.”

“Ah, explains the smell.” You say, indicating the faint fumes of weed wafting from the living room.

“Our little secret, sweetheart.” He winked.

You grinned faintly. Syrup was just enough of a casual flirt that you always kind of looked forward to him popping up on your route.

“How much do I owe ya.”

“$12.17.” You say, pulling the fanny pack with your change in it to your front. “Though I swear we should put this one on the house, you’re practically keeping us in business.”

“Not sure if that’s a reflection on me or the restaurant.” He handed you a twenty. You started counting out the change but he shook his head. “Keep it.”

“Dude, no, 7 bucks is way too much.”

“Hey, don’t argue, I’m a customer and the customer’s always right, right?”

“Come on, man, at least take some of it back, I feel guilty.” You press into his hand before he can protest again. The bones feel odd against your skin. Coming down to it, this may have been the first time you’d touched him instead of just handing items across…..You only have a second to contemplate this before there’s a thrill in your chest like an electric shock. Seems he felt it too: he yelped, jerking his hand back as the change fell to the floor, scattering coins.

Both of you pant a bit, cradling your hands. The buzzing stays, but is less intense. More like a faint vibration.

“What….what the hell….?” you say, finally looking from your hand to Syrup, only to find him staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. “….Syrup.”

“Uh….yeah.” He knelt to the ground, ducking his face a bit as he collects the dropped cash. “Just….just a stray magic burst. Sorry, happens sometimes.” He stands up and puts the change back to you, still avoiding your eyes. “Shouldn’t be any long term effects.”

“Um….are you okay?”

“What?” His eyelights finally dart up to hold yours, only to look away as he places a hand on the door. “Yeah, fine. Just baked. I’ll see ya later, maybe.” He closed the door before you could say another word.

Behind the door he has a minor crisis. Fuck. He’d gone this long without a soulmate, he’d just kind of assumed he didn’t have one. Now he has one, and its you, the human he’d been casually moving in on for a while now…..fuck, he’s not nearly baked enough for this shit.

Syrup’s not half bad at getting laid but a committed relationship? His confidence goes out the fucking window. Not to mention thanks to dedicating himself to looking after Sans he barely has the time (never mind that since he’s hit the surface Sans needs less looking after than he used to). What….what the hell is he supposed to do?

In the end, nothing. The next few times you deliver, he’s not rude exactly, but compared to every other encounter he’s extremely terse and withdrawn. After a while he finds he can’t resist getting back into playful banter, but he’s shyer, less likely to flirt. What the hell’s the point of getting attached. And yeah, he sees the irony.

Blood finds out, of course. Syrup’s never been much good at keeping things from his brother and after watching him mope around for an hour whenever you drop off food he puts the pieces together. He tells him to suck it up and just ask you out and keeps badgering him until Syrup finally lets it go that you’re soulmates. That seems to get him to back off…..until the next time you drop off food and he just lets you walk away.

Just as you’re about to exit the building you hear Sans barking after you. “HUMAN!”

You turn around to see him dragging his brother forward by his shirt collar, forcing the taller to bend down so he could keep up. It was almost funny. There was an orange tint to his skull that keeps getting stronger the closer they get to you and he’s mumbling protests up until Sans throws him in front of you.

“YOU AND MY BROTHER ARE SOULMATES.” Sans says irritatedly, giving you a terse rundown of what he is. “SO CAN YOU JUST TAKE HIM OUT ALREADY SO I CAN STOP DEALING WITH HIS SULKING?” And before either of you can say anything, he’s stormed off back to the apartment.

Safe Haven sentence starters
  • "I don't know what we're heading towards, but I know my heart is all yours."
  • "All my friends tell me I'd be better off on my own, and sometimes I believe 'em."
  • "I can never leave him."
  • "Mixed signals, they're killing me."
  • "You knock and I let you in."
  • "Loving you is my greatest sin."
  • "I see it in your eyes, you wanna run."
  • "I don't know why I love you."
  • "I don't know why I stay."
  • "I don't know if its worth the pain."
  • "Even when you slam the door and drive away, I still set the table for two."
  • "Babe, you know I'm waiting on you."
  • "I believe you every time."
  • "I've never known anybody like you."
  • "I've never dreamed of nobody like you."
  • "I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine."
  • "I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine."
  • "I see forever in your eyes."
  • "I feel okay when I see you smile."
  • "I think that you are the one for me."
  • "It gets so hard to breathe when you're looking at me."
  • "I've never felt so alive and free."
  • "When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy."
  • "I feel bad inside knowing this is all built on lies."
  • "I feel like an awful person."
  • "We're forcing love that don't exist."
  • "This is so unrighteous."
  • "This is so not like us."
  • "Love at first sight that was gone at the end of night."
  • "We both know that this is going to end."
  • "No chance we're going to make it."
  • "Can we fake it?"
  • "Even though I know you're not the one, this has really been a lot of fun."
  • "I don't really like you, but I still choose to stay."
  • "You still play the part so well."
  • "You're really cute, I must admit."
  • "I need something deeper than this."
  • "I wanna know when I'm looking at you that you don't only see the things you want to."
  • "I'm not perfect, I'm flawed, and if you don't like that, get lost."
  • "I don't want it if it's fake, I don't want it if it's just for show."
  • "I just want it if it's real."
  • "This superficial love thing got me going crazy."
  • "Baby if you want me, then you better need me."
  • "I'm so done not being your number one."
  • "If you wanna keep me, then you better treat me like a damn princess, make that an empress."
  • "Fun at first, I won't deny, but I want more than just what meets the eye."
  • "I want authentic, not just for fun."
  • "If this love is plastic, it'll break on us."
  • "I can feel you on my lips all the time."
  • "I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind."
  • "This ain't right."
  • "I feel broken, shattered, and blue, and it's all because of you."
  • "If this is love, why does it break me down?"
  • "It's been a long time since I felt the way that I do now."
  • "I need you, but I don't know how."
  • "It's been a while since I smiled and I meant it from my heart."
  • "The idea of leaving this behind, it tears me apart."
  • "Kiss me now and remind me why I ever wanted to make you mine."
  • "If this is love, why do you break me down?"
  • "You're the other half of my broken heart."
  • "There was a time when I was alone, nowhere to go and no place to call home."
  • "My only friend was the man in the moon, and even sometimes he would go away, too."
  • "He came to me with the sweetest smile, told me he wanted to talk for awhile."
  • "I promise that you'll never be lonely."
  • "Lost boys like me are free."
  • "I realized I finally had a family."
  • "You are my perfect story book."
  • "You are now my home sweet home."
  • "Tonight hope fills our lungs and I can see it in everyone."
  • "The songs use to make us sad, tonight they don't sound so bad."
  • "It feels so good to be young."
  • "I think I'll stay awhile."
  • "I am obsessed with being a mess."
  • "I am in love with being young."
  • "I don't know what the future holds."
  • "I can't believe its been all these years."
  • "My friends tell me I should've moved on a long long time ago, but what do they know?"
  • "I don't mean to be selfish, but my heart breaks every time that I see you smile 'cause I know that it's not me
  • Who brings it out of you anymore."
  • "You found somebody new, you put me in the past."
  • "I don't know if our memories will last."
  • "If by chance it doesn't work out with her, you'll always have a chance with me."
  • "I wonder what happens when you hear our song, do you brush it away or do you sing along?"
  • "Do you talk about the future the way we did?"
  • "You'll always have a chance with me in my world."
  • "Is it so wrong of me to hope she breaks your heart?"
  • "Is it so wrong of me to pray she tears you apart?"
  • "I know in the darkest part of you, you pray and hope and wish for it, too."
  • "You don't mean to be selfish, but your heart breaks every time that you see me smile 'cause you know its not you who brings it out of me anymore."
  • "So casually you walked into my universe."
  • "Hey, you got some pretty brown eyes."
  • "I couldn't help but smile and I think that's the moment it all happened."
  • "Love turned into games, and games turned into heartbreak, and heartbreak turned into war."
  • "Darling, all is fair in love and war."
  • "You meant the world to me."
  • "I'll be your fighter if you say so."
  • "I don't get why we're meant to fall in love, then say goodbye."
  • "Gave you all my heart and all my precious time."
  • "I can picture you in your blue jeans, looking right at me with that gorgeous smile."
  • "I couldn't see the lies and the things that you would hide."
  • "You love so mercilessly."
  • "Here's to everything we ever were."
  • "I got the greatest weapon of all - a broken heart."
  • "Let me hold you for the day and let you know that its okay, give you all the love and peace that you usually send my way."
  • "When its dark for you, don't know what to do, just know you're my light."
  • "When the world is caving, baby you're my safe haven."
  • "On my darkest day I know you'll be my shine."
  • "You're my safe haven."
  • "Love at first sight, it exists."
  • "I've had my heart broken so many times before."
  • "I'll call you in the morning if I see you in my dreams tonight."
  • "I don't even know your name."
  • "I vowed not to let anyone enter my heart."
  • "I know love at first sight can't exist."
  • "Maybe we'll meet in a different dimension and you can tell me all the things you didn't mention."
  • "Maybe we'll meet in a different dimension."
  • "I saw you in my dreams."
  • "I guess that I was scared of what I was before us."
  • "Guess you were my only blemish."
  • "For the first time I don't mind that you found somebody else."
  • "For the first time I'm totally fine being by myself."
  • "I was my best when I was with you."
  • "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm over it?"
He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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Shiraishi: Epilogue II (FIC)

Congratulations, Collar X Malice, you have brought me back down into the dark days of fanfiction writing. I’ve still got to finish Yanagi’s route, but it’s been two days and I’m still both emotionally traumatized and extremely dissatisfied by Shiraishi’s ending, so what did I do?

I wrote a fix-it.

This takes place immediately after the end of Shiraishi’s epilogue (after the good ending), and basically is everything I wanted out of the short story and didn’t get, plus a little extra to soothe the leftover emotional sting. It’s not perfect and there are probably minor details that aren’t 100% accurate, but I needed to get this out of my system.

So, guys and dolls, I now bring you what I’m titling simply as “Epilogue II.”


His days passed by in a blur of gray shadows on white walls.

It was amazing how much time could pass so quickly when you had so little to do, and amazing how dreaming could help to pass the hours. Meals broke up the time somewhat, but he ate mechanically. Even after breaking out of his brainwashed state, the hunger to live had done nothing for his actual appetite and poor eating habits.

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13 Envelopes

pairing: reader x lin
summary: After graduating from UCLA, you would find any way to escape having to go back home. Lucky for you, your Aunt Jasmine Cephas Jones had organized a way for you to have the adventure you’d never gotten to have before. You’re ready to take her up on the offer.
warnings: rpf (naturally), mentions of teen pregnancy
a/n: thank you all for liking part i! we’re starting to go places now and this is Slightly Longer (by slightly i mean about 2k words longer).
(previous part) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)
tagged: @defenestrate-yourself-please

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amazajumpdoodles  asked:

How about VHope for the ship ask?

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  • Who’s more dominant: Hoseok is, but Taehyung puts up a good fight. He is the Master of Sass™.
  • Who’s the cuddler: Hard to say because they both love it, but in the end, Hoseok initiates more.
  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: They don’t usually spoon because Taehyung kicks in his sleep. Their favorite position for cuddling is one of them on their back and the other on their side, usually with a leg thrown over their partner’s. 
  • What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Does fucking shit up count? These guys are a rambunctious pair, and it’s usually nonstop plans with them. They’re both social butterflies though, so a lot of the time they like hanging out with their friends in big groups.
  • Who uses all the hot water: Taehyung gets in there while he’s still mostly asleep and leans against the wall for 10-15 minutes before he starts washing. Sometimes he actually takes a bottle of cola in with him. It makes Hoseok laugh.
  • Most trivial thing they fight over: None of their fights are trivial, at least not to them. They have the most dramatic push-and-pull relationship.
  • Who does most of the cleaning: Hoseok. Taehyung can’t be bothered with it, and only cleans when Hoseok badgers him into it.
  • Who has a season pass on their DVR/Who controls the Netflix queue: Taehyung has All The Shit because he’s really into dat fandom life. He actually runs a couple of really popular blogs, one where he reviews anime and manga, and the other where he talks about foreign films. By “foreign films,” I mean mostly American movies. He likes all that Marvel stuff. To keep up, he needs his Netflix, his Hulu, and his Crunchyroll ready to go.
  • Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Hoseok takes care of that. Taehyung will just notice that he’s colder and put on a sweatshirt.
  • Who leaves their stuff around: Somehow it never fails. Hoseok finally finishes cleaning, and the place is spotless. He goes to take a nap, but when he wakes up there are dirty dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, papers scattered across the table, mud in the foyer, and Taehyung passed out drooling on the couch with his legs slung over the back. It’s happened again: Hurricane Tae has struck.
  • Who remembers to buy the milk: Hoseok because he knows if there’s no milk for the cereal, he will never hear the end of the whining.
  • Who remembers anniversaries: Hoseok does. Taehyung will usually remember approximate times of year, but he asks Hoseok for the actual dates.
  • Who cooks normally: Breakfast is a free for all because Taehyung usually just wants cereal. If they’re both home for lunch, Taehyung will usually whip up some sandwiches. It’s like one of three things he can make, alright? Hoseok handles dinner because like nobody wants a repeat of Kimchi Pizzaburger Corn Chowder night. 
  • How often do they fight: If they weren’t so in love, they’d declare each other archenemies and take up arms. They bicker all the time, and at least once a term there’s a big blow-up about Taehyung’s questionable study methods. He gets all hyped on 5-Hour Energy Shots, stays up for days, and turns into a huge brat. Hoseok cannot handle it.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other: They have a running exchange of pictures of lolcats and doges interspersed with emoji reactions.
  • Nicknames for each other: Taehyung really likes nicknames, so he has a ton and encourages Hoseok to use nicknames with him as well. He likes to call Hoseok stuff like Hobibi, Hobal, Hobari, Hobi, Hobi-hyung, Hoho, peanut butter, love muffin, Whopper (because his hair looked like the candy, Whoppers), etc. It gets kinda ridic. Hoseok usually just sticks to Tae, Taetae, Taehyungie, or cutie, but sometimes he gets creative with it.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Hoseok usually does since he’s older and he makes more money than Tae.
  • Who steals the covers at night: Taehyung does because he tosses and turns in his sleep, and they just wind up getting caught underneath his flailing limbs.
  • What would they get each other for gifts: Taehyung and Hoseok aren’t big on gifts since they are both technically Broke College Kids™. The stuff they do buy each other is either cheap and useless, like toys out of coin machines, or things they actually need, like a new pair of earbuds. 
  • Who kissed who first: Hoseok did even though Taehyung asked to be kissed, so like, did he really kiss Taehyung first or was it just a Jedi mind-trick? They still debate this on occasion.
  • Who made the first move: Picture it: a blustery day on campus. Our protagonist wears his scarf wrapped around his face, a beanie with bear ears on it pulled low. He shoulders his way into the door of the coffee shop, fingertips red and beginning to throb with cold. Making his way to the register, he begins to unwind his Hufflepuff scarf from around his neck; gangstas gotta represent, wut wut. Halfway through the process, he freezes with his arm in the air. The sun smiles at him. Beams of light project from this face; an angel, he’s finally seen an angel in real life. “Oh my god,” he blurts out, “I knew angels were real. Please continue to bless me with your smiling visage, oh great one. Also can you hold my hands before my fingers fall off?” Behind the counter, Hoseok lets out a delighted guffaw. “Oh,” he coos, “oh, you’re so cute.” “Please marry me,” Taehyung says, tugging the last layer of his scarf off, “I’m really good at giving head.”
  • Who remembers things: Taehyung is a really good storyteller, and he can recount with amazing detail almost any point in their relationship. He’s like an elephant. A Taelephant. He never forgets…except when it involves numbers. For some reason, numbers really fuck with his head. They send him straight to Wonderland.
  • Who started the relationship: Taehyung did. Right after meeting Hoseok. At the coffee shop. Immediately after putting his order in. He just asked Hoseok out right then and there, and sure, they broke up that one time for like two months but it was the worst two months ever and they got back together at Jimin’s birthday party when they both showed up dressed as bananas, and they’ve been going strong ever since.
  • Who cusses more: Hoseok does; he’s got a bit of a temper.
  • What would they do if the other one was hurt: Aw, man, now you done unleashed the beast. This one time Taehyung accidentally started a bar fight, and he got punched in the nose, and Hoseok was like, “Bonsai!!!” Long story short, he turned a break dancing move into like a flying martial arts kick, and knocked that fucker out. Afterward, he couldn’t quite remember doing it, but he believes the grainy cell phone film wasn’t doctored.
  • Who is the dirty talker: Taehyung is more of a dirty talker than Hoseok unless he’s otherwise occupied ;)))
  • A head canon: Hoseok and Taehyung like to meet between classes and sit on the grass under the trees. They hold hands and pick little flowers weeds and toss them at each other’s faces. Sometimes they nap. Sometimes they kiss. Sometimes they– “Hey!” Hoseok barks, striding up to the group of freshmen sitting at the foot of their tree, “This spot is occupied! Get the fuck outta here.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the gaggle of giggling girls. “Uh, no,” one laughs, “we were here first. Public property.” “Uh, no,” Hoseok imitates her inflection, and then points to the bark of the tree behind them, “this spot is fucking reserved, bitches. For me.” He sees Taehyung loping down the hill, tall and gorgeous and model-cool in brown leather and fitted trousers. Pointing at him, Hoseok adds, “And him. This is our spot, we sit here every day from 11:15 to 12:30. We’ve put in the man-hours. We’ve built a life. Our marriage will take place here. Our children will be born here–” “Hey,” Taehyung interrupts, looping an arm around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiles. “Oh, hey, Joy. How’s it going?” One of the girls that are currently staring at Hoseok like he’s insane–and maybe he is a little bit–startles, brushing her blond hair back from her face. She grins at Taehyung. “Hey, Tae, it’s okay.” She nods at Hoseok. “Just dealing with this psycho.” “Ah, yeah,” Taehyung chuckles and pets Hoseok affectionately, “he’s a creature of habit. Gets a little weird breaking tradition. Maybe you guys could just indulge me, pretty please, just this once, and pop a squat over underneath that other maple?” The girls confer with a flurry of eye-flicks, then Joy nods. “Yeah, okay. You guys enjoy your tree time.” “Thanks!” Taehyung trills. –Sometimes they kick other people out of their spot.

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Heavenly Commentary: Order of the Phoenix
  • James: The fact that they don’t think Harry is normal gives me strength.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s not well.
  • James: He’s traumatised. After what happened in the graveyard; he’s still coming to terms.
  • Cedric: You and me both Harry.
  • ***
  • James: Stay calm Harry.
  • Lily: Let it go.
  • ***
  • James: What is...? Dementors!? Really?
  • Lily: Eurgh! It was to be expected.
  • Cedric: You guys don’t seem very worried.
  • James: After everything Harry’s been through, a couple Dementors won’t be a problem. Plus he has his wand with him.
  • Lily: The real problem is, that these Dementors wouldn’t be here unless ordered. So who gave the order?
  • Cedric: Obviously Voldemort.
  • Lily: Maybe.
  • Cedric: I can’t imagine what it’s like. Watching someone you love in such terrible danger. And not being able to do a thing about it.
  • James: Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.
  • ***
  • Lily: That was pretty close though.
  • James: Yeah but he’s good. A nice fight does wonders. Plus Figg is here now.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why doesn’t Dumbledore want Harry doing magic?
  • Lily: I’m not sure. James, go find out.
  • Cedric: Actually I’ll go. See my parents as well.
  • ***
  • James: Expelled?! For defending himself?
  • Lily: No. Dumbledore will- yup there he is.
  • ***
  • Lily: She must have heard Sev telling me.
  • James: Why did Harry think we’d talk about Dementors? I have better charm than that.
  • Lily: Barely.
  • ***
  • James: WHAT?!? He’s kicking Harry out?!
  • Lily: Petunia if you let this happen, I swear I will never forgive you.
  • James: That’s Dumbledores voice.
  • ***
  • Lily: The gangs all here.
  • James: Just after the nick of time.
  • ***
  • James: I wonder who the secret keeper of this place is?
  • Lily: After what happened to us, do you think he’d choose anyone but himself?
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s so angry.
  • James: He has the right to be.
  • ***
  • James: Dumbledore is keeping Harry in the dark.
  • Lily: Because he’s now public enemy number one. I wonder what Cedric will learn.
  • James: That losing a child, destroys a parent.
  • ***
  • Lily: THAT’S his mother?!
  • James: That’s the reason he left home.
  • ***
  • James: That was...
  • Lily: Intense. Molly can be cruel. Bringing up Azkaban like that?
  • ***
  • James: Fucking Cornelius Fudge.
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Ministry is trying to convince everyone that Voldemort isn’t back, that Harry's a liar and Dumbledore is crazy.
  • Lily: Yeah that is what we heard. How are your parents?
  • Cedric: As you'd expect. How is everyone?
  • James: They’re getting by. Welcome to the Order.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s shaking.
  • James: I’M shaking.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why would they change the time?
  • Lily: To force him to be late. Bastards!
  • ***
  • James: He didn’t want Dumbledore here.
  • Lily: Of course not. Fudge knows he can’t win against him.
  • ***
  • Lily: If I could I’d punch that bastard.
  • James: I know you would but he's in the clear now.
  • Lily: It’s not over. It's only getting started.
  • Cedric: What do you mean?
  • ***
  • James: I forgot about that picture. Great timing Mad-Eye.
  • Lily: Me too. Is that Molly crying?
  • Cedric: She’s seeing them all dead.
  • James: And Harry thinks he's next
  • ***
  • James: Of course she walks in when he's covered in Stinksap.
  • Lily: He's been covered in worse. He’ll be fine.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is Harry seeing?
  • Lily: Thestrals. They pull the carriages.
  • James: But you can only see them if you've seen death.
  • Cedric: ...Oh
  • ***
  • James: When a hat is telling you something is wrong then you really should listen.
  • ***
  • Lily: Hermione is right. Looks like the fight has come to Hogwarts.
  • Cedric: Because none of us were expecting that, were we?
  • ***
  • Cedric: Let's see how many friends he really has.
  • ***
  • James: Don't you dare talk about Moony you fucking cow!
  • Lily: Calm down. Breathe.
  • James: I'm dead. I don't breathe.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Have a what?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: She’s torturing my boy. SHE’S TORTURING MY SON!! WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING?!?
  • James: Because. That bitch is trying to break him. And she has no idea who she is fucking with. But she will.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Umbridge and Voldemort? Is that possible?
  • Lily: No. She's a different type of evil.
  • ***
  • James: She lied to Filch for him. I approve of Cho.
  • Lily: Naturally.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor Ron.
  • James: Family turning against family. Just like last time.
  • Cedric: Was it that bad?
  • James: It was hell.
  • ***
  • Cedric: She made it illegal for Professor Lupin to get another job?
  • Lily: Do me a favour Harry, destroy her.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry got the D.
  • James: Severus GAVE Harry the D. Why are you laughing?
  • Cedric: Because Snape gave Harry the D. Do you think Harry wanted the D?
  • James: ...
  • Lily: I don't get it.
  • ***
  • Lily: His hand. It'll never heal.
  • James: He will not let this hag beat him.
  • Lily: She's torturing him James!
  • James: And my son won't break.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Do you think he'll do it? Teach them?
  • Lily: He will. As much as he’ll protest, he won't be able to stomach the idea of doing nothing.
  • ***
  • Lily: I don't know how I feel about Harry being better than a final year Durmstrang.
  • James: The word you're looking for is “proud”.
  • ***
  • James: The Hogs Head! I've missed this place.
  • Cedric: You used to come here?
  • Lily: Him and Sirius lived here.
  • James: Not true. We rarely used Aberforth. Firewhiskey was for special occasions.
  • Lily: Like Friday nights.
  • James: Saturday nights too. We were not picky.
  • ***
  • James: That went well.
  • Cedric: Yeah. I'd sign up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: No Quidditch...
  • James: No team...
  • Lily: Oh God. Now there's two of them.
  • ***
  • James: Now that Padfoot approves she is getting nervous?
  • Lily: She really is the smartest of them all.
  • ***
  • Cedric: He's connected to Voldemorts mind. That is not a good thing.
  • Lily: No. It really isn't.
  • ***
  • James: Our boy's a teacher.
  • Lily: A good one too.
  • ***
  • Lily: Don't react Harry. Don't react.
  • James: Ah shit.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Banned...
  • James: For life...
  • Lily: Calm down you two. She'll be gone by years end.
  • James: That doesn't help us now Evans!
  • Lily: Idiots.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What the hell Hagrid?
  • James: He's been pulverised.
  • ***
  • Lily: Voldemort has been trying to kill our son for 14 years. And I think I might hate Umbridge more...
  • ***
  • Lily: His first kiss. So sweet
  • James: He’s not doing too badly.
  • Lily: She seems into him.
  • James: Of course she is. He looks like me.
  • Lily: Arse. Cedric don’t they look cute together?
  • Cedric: I didn't say anything before but you realise that’s my ex right?
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry was the snake?
  • James: Dumbledore knows something.
  • Lily: Of course he does. But he's not going to tell.
  • ***
  • Lily: I love Padfoot but he's not the best at dealing with emotional stuff. Harry thinks he's going insane and Sirius tells him to sleep it off.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well well well. Ginny Weasley. Lioness.
  • James: What's that look on your face?
  • Lily: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • ***
  • James: Frank...Alice...
  • Cedric: Poor Neville.
  • ***
  • James: Come on Padfoot do it. Just one curse.
  • Lily: Sirius don't be an idiot.
  • James: Be an idiot!
  • Lily: Occlumency though. So Voldemort IS in Harrys mind.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe this is how Snape treats Harry.
  • Lily: He's a complicated man with a skewed moral compass.
  • Cedric: If you say so...what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?
  • James: A prophecy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh please God no...
  • Cedric: He broke them out. Voldemort broke them out.
  • James: And he just got ten of his most loyal and dangerous followers back.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I don't feel good for being the reason Cho just left but...I don't exactly feel bad either.
  • Lily: She misses you. I imagine she'll miss you for the rest of your life.
  • Cedric: Now I feel bad.
  • James: Don't son. It's not your fault. None of this is.
  • ***
  • Lily: This story will burn through England. The truth will finally be heard.
  • ***
  • James: Every time something good happens, something bad happens straight away.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I will never forget her face at this moment, for as long as I...well am.
  • Lily: Can we all appreciate what just happened? Dumbledore kept the old teacher, appointed the new and got another “dangerous half-breed” into the castle.
  • James: It’s a giant middle finger to Umbridge.
  • ***
  • James: SCATTER!
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe Marietta would do this. She was always so nice.
  • James: I told you. Friend against friend. It's what he does.
  • Lily: Dumbledore is doing something crazy...
  • James: Holy crap!
  • ***
  • James: Fred and George. Making the Marauders proud.
  • ***
  • Lily: No Harry don't...and we're in the Pensieve.
  • Cedric: Why would he-
  • James: Oh shit. I know where we are.
  • Lily: Oh God. This is not the moment you want Harry to see.
  • Cedric: Why? What do you...ah...
  • James: You don't see it here, but Snape gave as good as he got. However I'm not exactly proud of how I acted.
  • Lily: Not ashamed either to be fair.
  • Cedric: You seem to really hate him Mrs Potter. How did you end up together?
  • Lily: It’s Lily and he changed from an arrogant arsehole to a semi-decent person.
  • James: She said that during our marriage vows. Really moving ceremony.
  • ***
  • Lily: I’ve never seen Snape this angry before.
  • James: He can't stop teaching him! He needs the lessons!
  • ***
  • Lily: Your son is ashamed of you. For the way you treated Snape. Let that sink in.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Hagrid has...a brother.
  • Lily: Half brother.
  • Cedric: Right...my mistake.
  • ***
  • James: OWLS. Let's go.
  • ***
  • Lily: They're going after Hagrid. That bitch is trying to take him out too.
  • James: Well they can tr- SHIT!
  • Cedric: Professor Mcgonagall!
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks exhausted.
  • James: Well he has fallen asleep.
  • Lily: During your last OWL? Really Harry?
  • ***
  • James: I'll be back!
  • Cedric: Where is he going?
  • Lily: He's going to see where Sirius is.
  • ***
  • James: He’s at Grimmauld Place.
  • Lily: Which means Voldemort is baiting Harry into a trap.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is she do- no...-wait SHE sent the Dementors?
  • James: Even I didn't see that coming.
  • ***
  • Lily: What are you up to Hermione?
  • James: That arrow in the tree answer your questions?
  • ***
  • Lily: Goodbye you evil, twisted bitch.
  • James: And hello Grawp.
  • ***
  • Lily: They got free?
  • Cedric: Yeah it was pretty cool. Ginny is powerful.
  • ***
  • James: Here we go.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Where is everyone? It's completely empty.
  • ***
  • Lily: That archway...I think we're on the other side of it.
  • ***
  • James: Harry don't touch it. Please listen to your friends. Don't pick up that prophecy.
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's Mr Malfoy!
  • James: And the rest of his Death Eater friends.
  • Cedric: Harry, run.
  • Lily: They can't run. They have to fight.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry! Don't listen to Malfoy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Keep moving! Don't stop!
  • ***
  • James: Leave the man baby! Find the others!
  • Cedric: Duck!
  • Lily: HERMIONE!
  • ***
  • Cedric: She's alive. Oh she's alive.
  • James: She won't be for long. Our kids aren't doing permanent damage and the Death Eaters are playing to win. They need to get out.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's leading them away...
  • James: Good man Harry.
  • Lily: Oh no...Neville.
  • ***
  • James: ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
  • Lily: Now it's a fight you son's of bitches!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Dumbledore! He's here! It's over!
  • Lily: Calm down. It's not over till its...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Sirius: Oh that bitch!
  • James: Fourteen years. You don’t call. You don’t write. And you pick NOW to visit?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I probably shouldn't have taunted her.
  • James: Shut up Padfoot, they're still fighting!
  • ***
  • James: Harry NO! Stay away from Bellatrix!
  • Sirius: Where are we?
  • Cedric: Life after death. Seriously though shh.
  • ***
  • Lily: He.. he tried using Cruciatus.
  • James: It’s war and he just lost someone.
  • ***
  • James: He's here...
  • Lily: So is Albus.
  • ***
  • Lily: No no no no please God no
  • Cedric: What is it?! What's happening?
  • James: Voldemort is possessing my boy.
  • ***
  • Cedric: It’s over. He's gone.
  • James: No son. It’s not over. It's now open warfare.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's in such pain. Harry I'm so sorry.
  • Lily: I can't watch this. I can't...
  • ***
  • James: Now you know. Now you know why he's after you.
  • ***
  • Sirius: In battle. Isn't that what we always said Prongs?
  • James: Wand in hand.
  • Lily: Well you failed at that James.
  • James: You didn't exactly live a long and happy life yourself.
  • Sirius: God I’ve missed you two.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The mirror. I thought he...he never opened it.
  • ***
  • James: And just like that he's going back. Broken and beat up and torn apart inside.
  • Lily: He’ll be fine. He has to be.
  • Sirius: He's not alone. He's got friends and family. It just wasn’t us.
Early Bird gets the Worm

Kustard (Ut!Sans x Uf!Sans)

Um, General Fluff.


Errr, monsters are on the surface and there’s peace cuz I don’t want to do conflicts cuz this is fluff and i don’t feel doing conflicts. (TT w TT)

I tried to capture their characters, and tried to think of puns D’X but failed no doubt. oh well. fanfic is fanfic. nothing is canon. OTL


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How James Potter Got Coffee With His Favorite Author

Jily, “I’m an author who just published my first book and you work at a bookstore and recommend my own book to me when I come in” au

“James are you crying?” Remus asked.

It was a slow afternoon at the book store they worked at. James had been lounging behind the register and reading the latest book Remus had recommended to him. It was new and the paper smelled and felt lovely. It was a heavy hardback that was awkward to hold and the jacket had long ago been slipped off and placed in a drawer. But the story itself was so amazing that James hardly paid attention to those other things. He was completely enraptured by the amazing writing of L.J. Evans.

“No, there must just be dust in my eye,” James said but the sniffling and foggy glasses were a complete give away so he sighed and nodded.

“I knew it’d make you cry,” Remus said. He had teared up when he read it, and James had laughed at him. Well now neither of them were laughing- they were too busy crying over the beautiful ending of this book.

“I think I need a moment to think about my life,” James said.

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Souharu Week Day 3: AU

Have a cliche as heck coffee shop AU with some bonus Makorin.  I’m sorry.

“You should seriously just talk to him,” Rin snorts, leering at Sousuke over the top of his piping hot caramel macchiato.

Sousuke flinches and tears his eyes away from the dark-haired barista (Nanase, at least according to his name tag), trying to pretend he’s not flustered.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rin pulls his beanie farther down over his ears and kicks his best friend under the table.  “Oh my god, must we have this conversation every day?  Why would you keep coming in here if you didn’t have a thing for the guy?  I know you hate overpriced coffee and overcrowded campus eateries.”

Sousuke narrows his eyes and glares at the floor, because Rin has a point.  It’s not his fault the barista happens to have intense blue eyes, or a pretty face, or a finely sculpted ass.  

Ehem.

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Are you a library book? Because I can’t stop checking you out. Chpt. 3

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice

Bookstore AU

Previous/Next

It’s said that if you listen closely on a quiet night, you can hear me screaming about formatting and italics.

AO3


          Viktor had been staring at this page for nearly an hour. It had been blank for at least half that time. Occasionally he would type a word here and there, but within minutes he would groan and slam down the backspace, erasing any proof that he’d made progress. He wasn’t exactly sure the cause for this block, but he did know his phone buzzing beside him did nothing for his focus. His brain was mush and the only thought that made it through was his regret over forgetting to pack his medication.

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A LOT HAS HAPPENED IN THE FANDOM THIS SUMMER...

It all started with the birthday tweet and selfie we got from when Connor was in Australia for Troye’s birthday. The next day, June 6th, was the famous ‘Gay boys hit town’ selfie. That was in the very beginning of June, when we were clueless of what was to come. Then same sex marriage finally was legalized in the U.S on June 26th, and Laurelle apparently ran around the house screaming “Troye’s getting married!” even though it wasn’t in Australia. (yet) Also, do you remember the Thirst Gala? “I am constantly astounded by his creativity and passion.” Troye was one of the many people in the cute montage that was created for Connor when he accepted the Board of Governors Award. Then, in the beginning of July they went to the Paper Towns premier, and Connor was the one who filmed Troye’s video on it. On July 9th, Troye tweeted “LEAVE THIS BLUE NEIGHBOURHOOD / NEVER KNEW LOVING COULD HURT THIS GOOD.” and he posted the picture of him ‘falling’ on apple music. On July 12th, Troye posted the first circle, with triggered all the events to come. We had multiple theories on the circles but no one would’ve guessed that, on July 18th, we would’ve ended up with three yellow flower petals. Troye Then continued to stay offline for a week and stayed VidCon. On July 25th, Troye finally released Wild and Connor was all supportive and wore his Wild sweatshirt along with the members of Troye’s family and his music team. Troye additionally put up a keyhole with a password, which we cracked in six minutes. On July 29th, Troye released the first lyric excerpt from Wild, which we freaked out about. Lollapalooza Day One was on the last day of July, from there we learned that Troye collabed with Broods and Tronnor was, yet again, spending time together. We also got a Tronnor snapchat selfie on August 5th and had the first Tronler interaction since forever at the Capital Congress event. Then on August 9th, Connor and Tyler hung out together alone, and everyone was ecstatic about the Conler interaction. August 11th was the day Troye and Connor left for Minnesota, where Troye finally got to meet the parents. They hung out and sunflower fields and had amazing days that were straight out of a too fluffy Tronnor fanfic, August 15th was the day Troye and Connor went their separate ways after being together for so long, which was upsetting, even for us. Troye then went to London where he had a spottily session in which 20 lucky fans were able to listen to Wild early. On August 18th, Troye tweeted about how Connor watched the whole season of Transparent without him. Then, on August 20th Troye put Wild up for pre-order and we lost it. Thousands of people pre-ordered it and we got it number one in over 33 countries. On the same day Troye released the Blue Neighbourhood trailer which we had many theories about. The next day was Connor’s 5th year on YouTube, a huge milestone, which we were more than proud to celebrate.  On August 25th, Troye posted a snippet of Wild and we flipped out. This all makes it way to today, August 26th, where Troye put out parts of song lyrics and expects us to put them all together. 

I guess, in conclusion, you could say we had a pretty wild summer.


(Thank you to tronnorfravan for creating your timeline so I could find these exact dates)

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Jily Week 2, Day 1 | Games | Travel

In which Lily and James embark on a road trip and learn more about each other.

Beta: Renata and Dee | (ff.net)

So now I think that I could
Love you back
And I hope it’s not too late cause you’re so attractive

Be in my eyes
Be in my heart
Be in my eyes, ay yai yai
Be in my heart

- Flowers in Your Hair (The Lumineers)


‘What in Merlin’s name are we doing?’

'We are driving, James,’ Lily said with a huff. James eyed the car suspiciously.

'I am not going in that. We can Floo.’

'We can also drive,’ she repeated. 'And besides, Surrey’s only eight hours away.’

His mouth fell open. 'Eight hours? Evans, we could get there in minutes if we just took the Floo Network. I know a man in that department; he could easily set up your sister’s house temporarily—’

'No.’

'Evans—’

'No! If I use magic my sister will actually hate me. I can’t have her hate me more, not right now. She’s already kicked me out of her bridal party, James, I can’t have her kick me out of the wedding too—’

'Breathe, Lily,’ he ordered, putting his hands on her shoulders. She did as he ordered and drew in a long breath. 'Your sister isn’t going to kick you out, I promise. We’ll drive.’

'Thank you,’ she sighed.

'Can I drive?’

'Not on your life. I actually have my licence.’

'I can put a Confundus Charm on anyone who stops us. They’ll think I have my licence.’

'No, James. You don’t know how to drive.’

'Fine,’ he pouted, 'you can drive. I get to navigate.’

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Jack Gilinsky fanfic Part 1 "I want to get off!"
  • I was on the boardwalk with my friends down the shore going on what looked like the most scary roller coaster I have ever seen. And let me tell you I do NOT like roller coasters, but my friend had forced me to go on and said I would love it after I got off. We weren't able to sit next to each other because of this annoying group of girls who were making this huge fuss and this made me even more scared. I was screaming back to y/f/n and saying I wanted to get off acting like a five year old this is how scared of roller coasters. She scream back, "Y/N, you'll love it, plus I don't think you can get off now." And with that the ride started moving. This was horrible and you had to go up this huge hill before the ride even started. I started crying I wanted to get off I was scared out of my mind. That was until the person next to me who I hadn't noticed grabbed my hand and said,"Don't worry you'll be fine." I didn't really make eye contact because I had my eyes shut the the whole time but he was muscular I will tell you that. The roller coaster was was so scary but kinda fun Y/F/N was right, but I feel horrible because I probably just cut off the circulation in the boys next to me hand. As I got off the ride I looked and turned to see the boy who was sitting next to me was gorgeous, a Greek god, he was Jack Gilinsky.
  • I can't believe this I just went on a roller coaster with jack gilinsky the boy who I obsessed over for about a year now. He was even the lock screen on my phone. I had to say something I had just traumatized him, so I spat out,"Sorry about that. I was a LITTLE scared. Can I repay you in any way I feel horrible!" He responds while smiling that amazing smile I have only seen in pictures and said,"Don't worry about it I thought it was cute. But there is one thing you can do..."I blushed hoping he wouldn't see."What would that be?" I said feeling a little more confident now. "Just let me buy you an ice cream cutie." JACK GILINSKY JUST CALLED ME A CUTIE WHAT IS HAPPENING. I had to keep my cool though."id like that." And with that he held his hand out for me to take and I did intertwining out fingers together we walked to the nearest ice cream shop on the boardwalk. I ordered your favorite ice cream and jack took out his wallet and paid. We started walking and talking. "So how long are you here for?" I said nervously. "The whole summer me and my buddies rented a house down here. How about you?" "The whole summer too!" I replied as happy as I could be being that the boy I had only dreamed about was staying on the same island as me for the whole summer. " I have been coming here since I was born my great aunt owns a house on 24th street." I said feeling more comfortable now. "No way! My house is on 26th street!" I can't believe this was happening right now. I smiled in reply. "What is your name I never got it?" Said jack "Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N." You said as he replied,"well Y/N you have ice cream on your face." he said smiling at me. "Oh my gosh!" I said blushing out of embarrassment. "Don't worry I got it." He said as he put his thumb right by my lip as we stared into each other's eyes he started leaning in and so did I until you hear,"Watch the tram car please." And we stepped to the side.
  • The tram car I hated that thing it always chanted watch the tram car please where ever it went it was the little car that charged u 3.00$ to drive you in the boardwalk, and now I hated even more because it just stopped me and JACK GILINSKY FROM KISSING!!! "So what do you want to do now?" Jack asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "Umm why don't we walk further down the pier." I said and jack agreed. We played lots of games and I had lost all of them. Then we passed the big thing that you had to hit with the mallet and if you hit it hard enough it would ring the bell at the top. Jack started walking towards it and I giggled because somehow all boys felt that to prove their manliness they have to ring the bell on this thing. He handed the man the cash and said to me"think I can do it Y/N/N?" "I don't know you have to be really strong to do this" I said taunting him. He took the mallet and smacked it down and it hit the top and jack got a stuffed bear and a plastic trophy. He gave me the bear and kept the trophy for gloating reasons. We walked towards the second piers rides and got on the Ferris wheel. While waiting in line jack pointed to another crazy roller coaster and said," I know Y/N wants to go on that next." "Shutup!" I said and smacked his arm making him laugh. We got on the Ferris wheel and jack was staring at me. "Do I have more ice cream on my face?"I said wondering why he was staring. "No. You just look really cute right now." He said smiling then started leaning in so did I, and then are lips were pressed up against each other and it was amazing he's lips were so soft they just kept me craving more. I pulled away and jack scoched closer to me putting his arm around my waist. I rested my head on his chest. This night couldn't get any more perfect.
  • "Hey can I get your number Y/N so we can hang out again I had so much fun tonight?" "So did I." I said taking his phone and putting my number in it and sending a message to myself so I had his number. "Thanks so much. Do you have a twitter?" He said nervously. "Yeah here I will search for you so it's easier." I said taking his phone and finding my name I clicked follow and gave him back his phone. He started looking at my profile and the follows you sign popped up already. "Ahhh your a fan aren't you?" He said smiling. I blushed and nodded my head in response. "I better get going." I said "Let me walk you home it's really late." Jack said taking my hand and we started walking off the pier. He walked me to my house and once we got there we both looked at each other until he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said "I had so much fun can't wait to see you again." "So did I thanks for the ice cream and bear sorry about your arm by the way."
  • "Oh I didn't even feel it." He said and walked away.
  • I went inside and got ready for bed not being able to stop thinking about tonight. I laid in bed and my phone buzzed it was a message from jack. Oh my gosh he probably hates me I thought and unlocked my phone so I could read the message it read: Goodnight gorgeous I had so much fun tonight 😘. I locked my phone and went to bed smiling because I had just had the best night of my entire life.
  • Part 2??? Give me input was it horrible? Too long?? Too short?