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Breakdown

Requested: can you do one where shawn has a mental breakdown and you have to calm him down

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

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“Y/n,” You hear Andrew’s voice shouting from the front of the bus. You don’t know why he’s yelling, but he sounds frantic.

You tell your sister, “I have to go. I’ll call you back later.” And you hang up the phone before even giving her a chance to say goodbye as you slide out of your bunk. You’re currently on tour with Shawn because he had asked you to come along, but you miss your family just like he misses his when he’s gone. Whenever Shawn’s busy working, you often take that time to call or FaceTime your family or friends back home. Shawn is currently doing his meet and greet, so you had decided to stay on the bus to talk to your sister over the phone.

As soon as your toes touch the ground, Andrew appears at the end of the hall. “Y/n, there you are!” He practically screams, which slightly startles you because you’re not very far from him, so you don’t really understand why he’s shouting so loudly. “Come with me,” He says, turning around and practically running out of the bus. You’re confused, but decide to not ask any questions as you rush after him.

“Shawn’s freaking out. I think everything’s just been too much lately.” Andrew tells you, while practically jogging into the venue.

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3 A.M. (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

394. “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”

A/N: Okay, so this is the first fic I’ve ever posted online so be gentle, please lol. I really have been meaning to write this for a long time, but it took some self-convincing. Anyways, here it is and enjoy! I do take requests about anything to be honest so ask away!

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You were bored. Scratch that, you were dying from boredom. Why did you have to work the night shift, rather why was there even a night shift? It’s currently past midnight and the only customers you’ve had since midnight are junkies without money. You were resting your head on your hand and leaning over the counter. You sighed heavily and stared at the clock, watching the minutes pass by. You wanted nothing more than to wash the grease off of you and to lay down in your bed watching your favorite show on Netflix. 

Just then, the bell hanging above the door chimed. A customer at this ungodly hour of the night? You instantly recognized who the customer was. He was wearing a flannel with a striped T-shirt underneath. He wore big glasses and had brown hair and plastered on his face was his big shit-eating grin. The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. But he was also your friend, so maybe he can tell you some of his stupid jokes to cheer you up. 

“Why are you here? Seriously, it’s 3 am.” 


“Is that how you talk to paying customers? Honestly, I’d like to speak to your manager.” 


“Go ahead, she’s probably in bed asleep considering she left 3 hours ago. What do you want, Kleinman?” 


“I just wanted to visit my best friend slaving away her youth in a shitty fast food chain restaurant. Are you seriously the only one working?”


“Afraid so. There’s no point in me being here.” 


“You’re right. Let’s ditch it and go to my house.” 


“Isn’t that a little suspicious? You know, a girl actually wanting to be at your house at 3 am?” 


“Fuck off. I’m trying to save you from this hellhole, but if you’re going to act like that-” 


“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t just leave.” Jared looked around the restaurant. Literally he searched every corner of the dining area and came back. 


“That’s funny, I don’t see anyone else here. No manager to force you to stay. C’mon, live a little (Y/N).” 


“I appreciate the sentiment, Jared, but seriously, I can’t go. Maybe another night.” 


“Alright, I guess I'll tell everyone to come in, then.” 


“Everyone?” Jared smirked and dialed a number on his phone. 


“Yeah, man, she said she can’t leave. Alright, come on in.” 


He shut his phone off and you stared at him in confusion. Just then, you heard a couple car doors slam shut. The bell chimed again and in walked Connor, Zoe, Evan, and Alana. 


“Guys, what the hell are you doing here?” 


Zoe answered you, “Since you couldn’t leave work, we decided to come here to try and convince you to hang out.” 


“But you guys can’t stay unless you buy something.” 


Everyone “checked” their pockets for money, meaning that they didn’t actually look for the sake of getting you to leave your job. Connor spoke, 


“Aww man, we don’t have any. Guess you’ll have escort us out and then ditch this place.” 


“Alana, you’re going along with this?” 


“I know, it seems so out of character, but Fridays aren’t fun without you, (Y/N).”

You wiped your hand on your face and looked at your friends’ pleading faces.


“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll leave. But if I get fired, it’s on you.” 


Jared clapped your back, “Aaand we can help you find a new one. One that doesn’t make you work a night shift at 3 am on Friday nights.” 


You locked up the restaurant. You had changed clothes before leaving and even put on some deodorant because no one likes lingering McDonald’s smell. Everyone else had already piled in Jared’s car. Jared hung back with you. You turned to him, 


“So, you’ve dragged me out of work to hang out? We could’ve done this another night, you realize.” 


“Now what kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend in the whole world out to dry working?” 


“A normal one..?” 


“Good thing I’m not normal. Unless you’d rather be in there with all the grease fuming up into your hair-” 


“No! I-I’m happy that you came and got me.” 


“That’s what I thought. I mean who can resist the insanely cool Jared Kleinman?” 


 You two began walking to his car as you said, “Oh, definitely not me, Jared. My life would be too boring without you.” 


You were joking when you said that, but you knew deep down that it was true. If it wasn’t for Jared, you’d still be at work, bored out of your mind. Jared always came to the rescue, whether it was getting you to ditch work or to even chase off creepy guys who were flirting with you. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 


You got in the passenger seat while Jared got in the driver’s seat. He smiled at you as he turned on the radio. He plugged in his phone and began playing Cupcakke’s Deepthroat. You and the rest of the gang started shouting the lyrics, except for Evan and Alana who were terrified at the horrid lyrics. 


Jared pulled into the parking lot of a park. Everyone got out and ran around like kids. You laughed at Connor and Evan who were recreating the Jack and Rose scene from Titanic at the top of the slide. The night was filled with many pictures and snapchat videos of you all just goofing off and having the time of your lives. You saw a tree at the back end of the park that seemed sturdy enough to climb, so you raced towards it. You reached up to the lowest branch and hoisted yourself up. You grabbed onto the next branch and sat upon it. You leaned back against the trunk and watched your friends run around.


“Hey, you better be careful up there. You don’t wanna end up falling out of it like Tree Boy over there.” 


“I’ll be fine, Jared, I used to do this all the time when I was younger.” 


Jared hoisted himself onto the branch that was next to yours. He faced the trunk of the tree and leaned against the other branches. You smiled and averted your gaze, blushing. Thank God it was dark out. 


“Hey, thanks for bailing me out.”  


“What are awesome friends for, amirite?” 


“Man, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” 


“In all honesty, you’d probably be better off. I mean, you could lose your job by being here.” 


“So what? If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be there and not here… with you.” 


“(Y/N) (L/N) if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” 


He smirked as you sighed. Then you grinned as you said, 


“And what if I am?” 


It was his turn to blush. For once, Jared was speechless. He just laughed awkwardly as you chuckled. 


“Okay, okay, calm down there. I know I’m irresistible, but no one can tie down this loser.” 


“Pfft. Whatever, Kleinman. You’d jump at the chance to get with me and you know it.” Jared just smiled and avoided your gaze. 


“What’s wrong?”


“Nothing. Hey, I’ll race you to the slides!”


“Oh, you are so going down!” 


You and Jared jumped from the tree and took off running for the slides. You had taken a shortcut under the jungle gym and climbed up to the top. You jumped over the side of the bars. You stopped him in his tracks. 


“I win!” 


“Damn, you got lucky.” 


“I sure did.” 


You smiled as you kissed his cheek and immediately went down the slide. He stood there in utter shock and then chased after you. After an hour, Jared drove everyone to his house and passed out in his living room. You and Jared had somehow ended up in a cuddling position throughout the night. Your face was in his chest and his arm was draped over your waist pulling you in closer. 


You woke up to the smell of him and grinned. You hesitantly sat up and looked at your surroundings. There were your best friends in the whole world passed out on the floor in the living room of the guy you had been crushing on since 6th grade. You reached around for your phone and picked it up. You looked at the pictures from the night before and reminisced about the fun times that happened only hours ago. You saw the picture of you on his back with him holding your legs and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were both smiling and laughing. You cheesed at the photo. 


“That might actually be the gayest photo of me.” 


Jared was up. You, jokingly, pushed him away. Pretty soon everyone woke up and it was time for everyone to leave. They all, once again, climbed in Jared’s car as he dropped them off one by one. You were the last one to get dropped off. Jared walked you to your front door.


“Thanks for everything. Seriously, that was the most fun I’ve had in awhile.” 


“Glad I could help. Seriously, if you ever need me to bail you out again, I’m one text away.” 


You smiled as you turned to go into your house. Jared’s hand on your wrist caught you by surprise. 


“Jared, what th-” 


He cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. You, mindlessly, grabbed onto his flannel as you kissed back. He pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours. You both smiled as he pecked your lips. 


“Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”


“You can do that whenever you like, I won’t complain.”


You both laughed as he started back to his car.


“I gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”


“We’re hanging out tomorrow?”


“Well, I just now decided that we are going to a movie tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7.”


“Well, aren’t you assertive.”


“You love it.” 


“You’re damn right I do.” 


He chuckled and kissed your hand before leaving. You walked into your house and sat down on the couch. Your mom came in and scolded you about getting fired because you went to hang out with your friends. Apparently, the security cameras were on. 


After your mom was done, you sent a text to the group chat with everyone in it. 


To: Tree Squad🌲 

Guys, I just got fired!!! 

Alana👩🏾‍🏫: 

Oops! Sorry! 

Connor🖤: 

Well, you didn’t need that job anyways!

Zoe🎸: 

:/// 

Evan🌿💙: 

Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to! 

(Y/N):

Haha, relax, Hansen. I can just find another one. 

MemeBoy™: 

McDonald’s fucking sucks anyways. Have you guys seen this meme? 

Connor🖤: 

Jared what the fuck 

Alana👩🏾‍🏫: 

That’s disgusting

Evan🌿💙: 

Honestly that’s just in poor taste Jared 

Zoe🎸: 

I’m really starting to think that that can’t even be considered a meme 

(Y/N): 

Hahaha 

MemeBoy™: 

See? I’m funny! (Y/N) is the only one that gets me! 

Connor🖤: 

Ugggghhh 


(In a separate text) 

MemeBoy™: 

Hey, sorry about your job. I’ll definitely make it up to you. 

(Y/N): 

You already did 

MemeBoy™: 

Well there’s more where that came from.

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Just then he sent a picture of your face in his chest from this morning. You smiled. 

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MemeBoy™: 

You should definitely take more naps at my house. It’s like hella cute and all that gay shit 

(Y/N): 

 Thank you once again insanely annoying Jared Kleinman :p

3. Wingman // Klance

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

The space bar was exactly what Keith would have expected a space bar to look like. He almost expected the Star Wars cantina song to start playing.

“Dude! Check out that giant keg thing! Oh my god, I’m going to get space-wasted!” Lance said, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. “Do they have legal drinking ages here in space? Shit, I don’t have a space-ID—”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Hunk said. “Look—they’re not even asking for ID. It looks like… self-serve?”

He pointed at where some short alien people were serving themselves cups of electric green liquid from the “keg thing” Lance had noticed earlier. The aliens put coins into a slot and then pressed a button to fill their cups.

“Let’s just get some of it before Shiro and Allura notice we’re gone,” Pidge said. “I really don’t want to get another lecture about responsibility.”

“Psh. They’re still at that space movie theater. We’re free for the next couple hours for sure,” Lance said. He sidled up next to Keith, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “So, what do you say—should we get completely shit-faced?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to come along,” Lance said, poking a finger at Keith’s chest. Then he turned to Hunk. “Hey, Hunk—be my wingman for tonight? There have to be some pretty alien ladies in this bar.”

“Uh,” Hunk said. He shot a quick glance at Keith and then looked back at Lance. “Not tonight, man. Sorry. Pidge and I were going to…”

“We were going to play space foosball,” Pidge said quickly. “I thought I saw it when we came in, so….”

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “We’re going to do that.”

“Well, damn,” Lance said. He looked back at Keith. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be my wingman tonight, Keith. You up for it?”

Over Lance’s shoulder, Hunk and Pidge gave Keith a pitying look. He sighed. “Sure, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Why not wingman for Lance? Why not wingman for the guy he might sort of actually like in a not-so-platonic way?

This wasn’t going to end well.

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Dear Friend,

April 3, 2017

I had a very busy day today.
I woke up at 7:30am.
I didn’t need to be awake until 9:30am, but I couldn’t go back to sleep after I got up to use the restroom.
For some odd reason my mind just started racing.
I kept thinking and I didn’t know how to make it stop.
That was going on for a whole hour.

When I finally got up, I opened my door and was blinded by the bright sunlight burning through the windows in the dining room.
My mom had the blinds open for the natural lighting instead of using our fluorescents.
She was sitting by the bar, typing away on her laptop, and working on some paperwork.

“Good morning Mom,” I said.

“Good morning Papi,” she replied.
She calls me that when she’s in a good mood. 

I walked passed her and headed towards the kitchen.
I had prepared an overnight oatmeal recipe the night before, so the first thing I did was open the fridge to get my breakfast.
I normally don’t eat breakfast, but I’m trying to fix that.

This was my second attempt at making this overnight oatmeal.
I made it with almond milk, plain yogurt, honey, cocoa powder, and chia seeds.
It was supposed to have strawberries as well, but we didn’t have any, unfortunately.
And to be honest, it wasn’t as great as the first time I made it.

When I finished eating my chocolate strawberry-less oatmeal, it was time for me to get ready for school.
I took a shower, brushed my teeth, changed into some nice clothes, put on my black Steve Madden boots, and fixed my hair.
Then, I left to school.

I walked toward my class which was located in the business building.
I was there thirty minutes early for class and I was actually pretty happy about that because I was about to take an exam.
I sat down in the first empty seat I saw and started to study for the time being.

I remember this one classmate of mine was walking in circles around the hallways of the building.
He was wearing sweatpants and I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
It was really a nice sight to see - I wish you were there to stare at his junk with me. 

My thirty minutes of studying came to an end…
I unconfidently walked into class to fail my exam.
To my surprise, it was a lot easier than I thought, but to be honest I don’t expect to get higher than a “D”.
I will find out by tomorrow how I truly did.

After my exam, I walked to another building - The College of Liberal Arts.
I went there in hopes of running into an old English professor.
I printed out a copy of one of the letters I have sent you…
I’m thinking about publishing it…
I hope that’s okay…

Thankfully, she was there!
I told her about what I was doing and what I was expecting from her.
She’s such a kind woman.
I’m not even her student anymore and she agreed to help me with this.
She even said she’d give it to her colleague because he’s a creative writing professor.
She said she doesn’t have that kind of experience.
She mostly only reads and writes for academic purposes.

Soon after I told my professor goodbye (and many thank you’s), I headed toward the writing center to get a second opinion on the same letter.

The girl that helped me was very kind.
I was so nervous to let her read it and judge it in front of me.
Honestly, I was scared she was going to think it was nonfiction (obviously, it is, but I didn’t want her to get that impression).
I was shaking for a few moments and my palms started to sweat.

She didn’t have to edit it much.
She just told me I had a lot of punctuation mistakes.
I should really work on that.

It was actually really nice to be next to her while she read my excerpt.
She let out a few sighs as if she could relate.
She let out subtle aw’s under her breath.
She also let out a giggle at one point.
It was very comforting to see someone’s real life reactions while reading something I wrote.
It makes me wonder if you do them too.

Afterward, I ended up going to my previous workplace to interview my ex-manager for a project I have for my management class.
When I got there, everyone who I used to work with was still there.
I only saw one unfamiliar face there.
The guy was obviously new.

Everyone said hello and asked how I was doing.
I made small talk with them for as long as I could.
Then, I sat in the way corner of the restaurant and waited for my ex-manager to sit with me.

When she got to the table she said, “I hope you don’t mind me eating right now. I’m starving.”

“No, of course! Don’t worry about it.” I said encouragingly with a big smile.

“Alright then, good! So… let’s make this happen. Hit me with your best questions,” she said. “Show me what you got.”

I laughed, looked down at my notes and started interviewing her.
It lasted about thirty minutes.
I had worked with her for over three years and I can honestly say I learned so much more about her today in this one session alone than those three years with her.

Later, I got something to eat before going into work.
I had Chinese; it was sadly very unsatisfying.

I was only at work for a few hours.
Nothing worth mentioning happened there.

When I got home, I was greeted by my mom the same way she greeted me in the morning.
She was at the bar doing work on her laptop again - I was living in déjà vu. 
My dad was in the living room watching TV.
“How was your day Papi?” She asked while I walked into the kitchen.

“It was okay. I’ve just been really busy all day and I’m about to go eat with Josh,” I said.

“Really? At this hour? Where are you guys going?”

I didn’t realize it was already 10:30pm. “Yeah. I’m pretty hungry and I want to see him. We’re supposed to go to Applebee’s. To be honest, I’m not too sure if I’m going after all because you know how he is with his kids and all. Sometimes he’ll say let’s go, then ten minutes later he’ll say never mind because one of his twins woke up or something.”

“Yeah. You’re right,” she agreed.

I continued talking to my mom for a moment; all while preparing my breakfast for the week.
I’m trying to eat healthier, so I’ve been making the overnight oatmeal I mentioned earlier almost every night.
To save time, I decided to prep for the next four mornings.

I got papers, blunts, bongs.
All the ingredients to make a high nigga pie.
Just kidding.
That’s one of my favorite line’s in Scary Movie; I just had to say it, sorry.
Let me start over.

I got oats, almond milk, cocoa powder, yogurt, chia seeds, yogurt and strawberries.
All the ingredients to make my chocolate strawberry oatmeal (yes, we had strawberries this time).
It didn’t take me long.
Just before I finished up, Josh called me.

“Hey! Do you still want to go to Applebee’s? I got my dad’s truck, so I can just meet you there.” He sounded really happy to go and meet with me. 

“Yeah. Of course. I just need to finish something. If you get there before me you know what to order me right?” I asked.

“Cedar Grilled Chicken?” He questioned. 

“Yes.”

“Okay. See you later.”

I hung up the phone and continued to make my oatmeal.
My stomach was feeling really empty so I tried to hurry.
When I was done, I got my keys and rushed out the front door.

I sped my way through the streets and through the highway. 
In times like these - when I’m anxious to see my best friend and hungry - I’m glad the speed limit on the highway is seventy-five miles per hour. 
So, it surely didn’t take me long to get there. 

When I showed up at the restaurant, I walked in and noticed he was sitting at one of the high tables that surrounded the bar.
I walked up to him, he saw me and we both smiled at each other. 
He looked so cute with his freshly new haircut and clean shaved face. 

He knows I don’t like facial hair. 
Sometimes I wonder if he shaves it just for me. 
I doubt he did it for me this time because he just started a new job at a restaurant; they prefer if you don’t have any facial hair. 

“Hey Josh,” I said with a big smile. 

“Hey Alex,” he responded. He mirrored my smile. 

“Did you already order for me?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I ordered for you. It should be coming out in a little bit. I got wings - buffalo and bbq flavored. And of course I ordered your chicken for you.”

“Thanks, because I’m starving!”

The rest of the night consisted of us talking about movies, games, a girl that he’s talking to and our lives. 
He talked about his twins. 
I talked about my love life - or lack thereof. 
This was going on for over an hour. 

When it started getting late, I paid for the tab and we walked out together. 
I started walking him to his truck and when we turned the corner of the restaurant I gave him a big hug. 
We kept our arms wrapped over each other’s shoulder and kept walking toward his truck together. 

It was really cute, because I felt like we were a couple - I’m sure it looked like that to other people who could see us through the windows of the restaurant - but we aren’t. 
He’s just a really great friend who deserves all my love and appreciation.
He’s been there for me every single time, and that’s not me being overdramatic. 
We talk every day.
I see him two to three times a week - four on a good one.
I just love him to death.  
I really do.
And I know he really loves me too. 
I can honestly say bravely that I’d do anything for him. 

“Hey,” he said as he looked at me. 
I turned over to him and looked straight into his brown eyes.
His face was close to mine because we were still holding on to each other. 
“Thank you for the food baby, and the drink of course,” he continued. 
I like it when he calls me names.

I laughed. “You’re welcome Josh. You don’t have to thank me though,” I lied.
Of course he has to thank me. 
I just said that so I could fish for more appreciative comments. 

“Yes I do. You always buy me food. And you’re always there for me when I need you. Or when I need money - you give it to me. The least I could do is tell you thank you. I love you Alex.”
I swear, I feel like he and I make the perfect homo-hetero couple.

My heart fluttered when I heard him say that. 
That’s all I ever want in a relationship - whether it be a friend or a boyfriend - all I ever want is to feel wanted, appreciated, important, and, of course, loved. 
“I love you too, Josh,” I said with a smirk. 

We finally got to his truck and I gave him another hug before I said goodbye. 
“I’ll text you when I get home,” I said.
“You better,” he demanded. 
And I did. 

I didn’t do much after I got home. 
To be honest, there was nothing for me to do. 
I didn’t have homework and there was nothing productive to do around the house. 

So, I decided to have a bit of downtime by myself. 
I made popcorn, heated up some nacho cheese, poured some hot cheetos in my bowl of freshly popped popcorn and pigged out in my room while watching a new episode of Riverdale. 
I only saw about twenty minutes of it though, because I couldn’t stay up too late. 

I also really wanted to tell you about my day. 
I don’t know why. 
I guess I just wanted to say that I wish I had more days like this - days where I’m busy as hell and distracted that I don’t even have the time to think about the bad things. 

So here I am writing to you. 
It’s already passed midnight; I should really go to sleep soon.
I have to wake up early in the morning because my friends and I are going to the school clinic to get our blood checked. 
I’m getting tested for STD’s and general blood work like my sugar levels, cholesterol, etc. 
I’m not sure if my friends are getting checked for STD’s. 

By the way, I know I’m always ranting to you; so, I just wanted to take this time to tell you thank you - I know I don’t do it enough.
So… Thank you!

I have learned to appreciate what you have while you still got it, because one day it will be taken away from you in the most tragic, unprepared way. 

Until Next Time… 
Love always,
Alex

fl00wersss-moved  asked:

Hiya Skelething! I feel bad for you, and I really liked the blog! Can I have head cannons for the skelesquad's s/o going through the same thing you just did? How would they react? I'll send in a few more head cannons later to get you started! =)

Okay, so here I’m assuming that the s/o reacted as I did. Here’s how it went down. Two minutes of horrfied staring. You feel the weight of your sins on your shoulder. One minute of Silent Screaming ™ because your roommate is asleep and it is 2 AM. Then an hour of manic activity, rebuilding, messaging, reblogging, panicking, the entire time an insane light burning out of your eyes.

UT!Sans: Okay, first of all, he feels for you, he can’t tell you how many times he forgot to hit save and lost a day’s worth of equations. But is it wrong that this is oddly hilarious to him? He’s not gonna laugh (not to your face anyways) but every time he sticks his head back in the door to make sure you haven’t bashed your brains out against the wall, and he sees the manic look in your eyes and your hair dishevelled from your frequent attempts to tear it off your head…..yeah, he has to duck back out to get a handle on his snickering.

UT!Papyrus: Very sympathetic, he’s just not sure what to do. He settles for wrapping you in blankets and bringing a continuous stream of comforting hot beverages. Every time you twitch in frustration he brings you another cup. Your desk is now covered in steaming mugs of tea while a worried skeleton hovers. Pray for him.

UF!Sans: He only came into your room to ask you when you wanted to eat. “Hey, doll,I-” he says, pushing open your door. And then he just. Stops. You have turned your head slowly to face him, eyes, hair, face, all wild. You look like an animal, backed into a corner by predators, ready to claw the eyes out of the first thing that moves wrong. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly backs away and closes the door. You do not see him for the rest of the day.

UF!Papyrus: Ok, he didn’t really get your blog from the beginnng. From beginning to end it sounds like a waste of time to him. So part of him was almost relieved when you managed to choke out that you accidentally deleted it. Finally, you can start focusing that energy on something useful! Still, when he sees how stressed you are and how hard you’re working….he goes a little easier on you the next few days. You find he has fewer reasons to call you away from trying to rebuild. The occasional hot drink and (relatively) sweet note attached. He’s a little more affectionate. He doesn’t get it, but he respects dedication.

US!Sans: Like Tale Papyrus, he’s sympathetic, but doesn’t totally know what to do. He basically attaches himself to you and keeps chattering, about how terrible this is, about how it probably isn’t as bad as you think, about how he’s sure you can get past this….if you’re anything like I was its going to get on your nerves, but he means well. Once you finally pull yourself away from the computer he blanket burritoes you and pampers you for the rest of the night

US!Papyrus: He doesn’t quite have Tale Sans’ restraint about teasing you. Its nothing too intens, and he waits until you’re past the first wave of panic and in the middle of rebuilding, but yeah, he’s gonna have you working on his lap, teasing you for somehow deleting your blog. Still, he’ll be sweet for the next few days to make up for it.

Sf!Sans: The only one who will legit lecture you for being such an idiot. Mainly because he viewed your followers as your on-call army. Still, he will caffeinate and motivate you until you are prepared to fact the arduous task of rebuilidng.

SF!Papyrus: He’s the only skele I can actually picture as being on Tumblr himself. He doesn’t move in the fandom circles as much (mostly aesthetic stuff for him, also some memes and for some reason emo poetry) but he’ll message some people for you and help you track down old posts. There may be a couple of under the radar digs at you for your clutzines, but mostly he’s just comforting and helpful with a slight edge of amusement at your suffering.

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OKAY. MEME. I couldn't decide, so I'll leave that to you: 2 for Shiro/Keith or 11 for Shiro/Matt? :D?

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hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out.  i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out.  i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)


This was getting desperate.

Matt didn’t know what else to do.

He’d tried everything in the book.  Matt sent Shiro little messages at all hours, especially during the non-emergency times when he knew Shiro was wearing his helmet, and wouldn’t be able to resist reading them.  He took photos of them all the time, and he sent the good ones to Shiro in the middle of the night, always with a caption.  He bumped their shoulders together, hung onto Shiro’s arms, rested his chin on Shiro’s shoulder (when he could reach).  He sat next to him whenever there was space, and occasionally when there wasn’t.

Matt had thrown in every ‘I want to make out with your stupid, gorgeous face’ signal he knew.  And Shiro was still painfully oblivious.

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The Trouble with Faking It - 3

Summary: Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough…but there’s always trouble with faking it. CaptainSwan.

Rating: M

Also on FF or Ao3

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2}

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She shouldn’t be surprised how quickly the photos surface, but it’s hard not to stare when she’s in the checkout line at Ralphs, her arms loaded down with groceries since she didn’t bother to get a basket and a shiny new credit card in her pocket she still feels a little strange using. They’re not the main headline (not yet, she thinks with a grimace) but all of the trashy tabloids have one take or another on the “mystery girl” Killian Jones spent the afternoon with at his house.

It’s impossible to tell it’s her, but she knows and it makes it hard to look at (and harder to look away). Her arms are wrapped around his neck, her head thrown back, their bodies pressed close together. The photo quality is too poor to make out their features, but she remembers how he made her laugh, how his hands fit easily on her hips as he held her close below the water.

They look like a couple enjoying each other – that was the point of the entire thing. It is the point, so she’s just going to have to find a way to deal with the sudden pang of longing the memory invokes – one that doesn’t involve falling for him.

She’s been accused by plenty of men of being cold when she’s dismissed attempts at relationships, when she’s left in the middle of the night, when she’s turned down anything more than a bedroom tango. She’s let them believe it, because the truth is, Emma isn’t cold.

She feels everything and that’s the problem. A life like hers can’t be survived giving into every last emotion, so she’s learned to bottle them up, shove them down, keep her distance far and her walls high. She’s mostly accomplished this by just simply not being close to anyone, not spending too much time with any one person.

She’s got a year to spend with Killian Jones, and he’s unsettled her in one afternoon.

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