lie down on the couch

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fu#k, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
—  John Green

me: hi-

white boy who probably wants to be a poet: i wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But i lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and i was gawky and she was gorgeous and i was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So i walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk. Thinking about if people were rain, i was drizzle and she was hurricane

me:

Mouth o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst, smut

In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.

Request? Yes:

some harry face sitting action maybe?

Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 3: Mind o’ Mine


You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album?  Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.

Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.

A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.

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I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were video games, I was pong and she was dark souls

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《Ήθελα τόσο πολύ να ξαπλωσω διπλα της στον καναπε,να τυλιξω τα μπρατσα μου γύρω της και να κοιμηθώ. Όχι να πηδηχτουμε όπως σ'εκεινες τις ταινίες. Ούτε καν να κάνουμε σεξ. Απλά να κοιμηθούμε μαζί, με την πλέον αθώα έννοια της φράσης. Όμως μου έλειπε το απαραίτητο θάρρος, εκείνη είχε ήδη αγόρι,εγώ ήμουν άχαρος και εκείνη υπέροχη, εγώ ήμουν αφόρητα βαρετός και εκεινη αστείρευτα συναρπαστική. Επέστρεψα λοιπον στο δωμάτιο μου και σωριαστηκα στο κάτω κρεβάτι και σκεφτόμουνα πως έτσι και οι άνθρωποι ήταν βροχή,εγώ ήμουν ψιλοβροχο και εκείνη τυφώνας.》

《I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.》

●John Green - Αναζητώντας την Αλάσκα/Looking for Alaska

anyways alec likes to cuddle and he always wraps himself around magnus in bed to keep warm and he instantly knows when magnus isn’t there because he suddenly feels cold and alone and finds it difficult to fall back to sleep without magnus because he misses the warmth and safety his boyfriend provides so he always finds himself getting up to go look for him. sometimes he’ll find magnus in the kitchen making coffee and alec will instantly walk up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, head resting on magnus’ shoulder, humming softly while closing his eyes again. and magnus will just laugh softly under his breath. sometimes he’ll find magnus reading on the couch and he’ll lie down next to him, resting his head in his lap and instantly falling asleep while magnus continues reading while running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. most of the time when he feels magnus trying to get out of bed , he’ll just tighten his grip on magnus and pull him back down while mumbling “stay” and magnus can’t resist staying and even let’s out a little giggle when alec’s soft snores start to fill the silence again

Champagne || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom’s wild side comes out when you two are at a club opening. 

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1727 words. 

A/N: i think i have a problem because i am really far up toms ass rn

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I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
—  John Green

lift up your hearts. 12x23 coda. deancas. (ao3)

Castiel wakes in darkness.

He reaches for his grace to find that it’s gone, but his hands are still there, so he reaches out with those, instead. He claws his way up and out of the cold and damp and crushing weight, holding his breath, chest aching.

As soon as he breaks the surface, he lies there, still half buried, and gasps in lungful after lungful of cold, fresh air.

It’s only when his breathing finally calms that he pulls himself the rest of the way out of the ground. He tries to stand but winds up falling to all fours, fabric of his damp clothes chafing against his knees, his elbows. He settles for kneeling, instead, as he tries in vain to shake the sand from his hair and clothes, wipe it from his skin.

As the sun finally peeks over the mountains, he twists his head, looks over his shoulder.

They buried him where he fell. In the early morning light, he can make out the shape of his own damaged wings seared onto the ground, stretching out on either side of where he lay. There is no cross marking his grave, no cairn, just a small circle of carefully placed rocks and a pair of familiar bootprints not yet washed away by the elements.

Castiel turns back around. He rises slowly to his feet and stumbles into the house.

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Preferences: When on Your Period

For @rowanismybae @writergash @aroyalbluedragon and Anonymous

Preference Tag List: @starzablaze @writergash @illyriangoddess (let me know if you want to be added to this tag list!)

These are a little shorter than usual because there are twenty two of them and I had to share the wealth.

Rowan:

He doesn’t normally eat sweets, but with you, once a month, he will make an exception. He knows all of your favorite treats, stocking up the bedroom with them and the two of you work together to get through it all. There’s chocolate and sour candies, gummies and chips, cookies and icecream. Once, he even tried to make a batch of blueberry muffins because he knows you like them and you both decided that he should stick to cooking instead of baking. Rowan knows that during this time, food is the way to your good graces, and he always delivers.

Rhys:

Cuddling. You and Rhys cuddle all the time, but when you are on your period, somehow it ends up happening even more. He wraps the two of you up in tons of blankets, like eight pillows stuffed around your heads, and allows you to figure out the configuration of your bodies. Sometimes, your legs can be entwined, other times your knees are up and you’re tucked under his arm. He lets you lay on top of him, using his chest as a pillow as he runs soothing patterns up and down your spine. It relaxes you to no end.

Aelin:

You curl up in the blankets next to her, your head on her lap and Aelin will read for hours. She will go through two books in one cycle and her melodic voice distracts you from any sort of discomfort. She does funny voices for all the characters, and makes comments here and there about how something is stupid, or how she would have written it differently, etc. And the books range in genre depending on your mood. And Aelin always knows. One look at you on the first morning and she just shrugs, ‘Sci-fi adventure it is.’ and then heads to the library, coming back later with a stack to choose from.

Feyre:

With her artistic abilities, Feyre is amazing at painting nails. So, when it’s your time, she sits down and gives you a pedicure, massaging your feet before painting little flowers on your toes. When she’s done, she’ll cap the bottle and place kisses up your body, making you melt under her touch. When her lips finally reach your own, you pull her into a passionate kiss to thank her for the treatment. You can’t go too far though because Feyre will not be happy if you smear the wet nail polish on the sheets.

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How They’d  Cuddle You

Request: Can you do a marauder’s preference about how they cuddle you? Your blog is freaking awesome by the way.

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! I’m so sorry for how late this is, life has been catching up on me. I was recently down in Kansas for a couple days, visiting my older brother, and earlier today I had my wisdom teeth removed, so…yay.

Just want to let those who have requested things that I have NOT skipped you or blown you off in any way. My motivation to write has been pretty low because of everything that’s going on, so I decided to do this request because it didn’t require a ton of writing.

Once again, I just want to apologize for being gone, I will start writing again shortly!

Anyway, the request is just for the Marauders, let me know if you want one for the Golden Trio and I’ll definitely get around to doing it. As always, I do not own any of le gifs.

Enjoy! ♥


James Potter

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

James is someone who feels the need to constantly move, he can’t keep still. Every time you two would decide to lay down in an attempt to relax, he’d insist on touching you, whether that’s tickling you, or other…activities. He sees cuddling as a waste of time when he knows you and him could be doing so much more.

That being said, he’s not opposed to cuddling in certain circumstances, especially when you’re first laying down to sleep. 

He’s particularly fond of spooning, generally when he’s the big spoon. (He’d like to try being the little spoon, but he’ll never admit it.) He loves the feeling of how perfect your body fits with his, and the way you press your back into him when he tightens his arms around your waist. 

Just a small ‘extra’ thing to add, he loves the way you smell. Your scent to him smells of home, and he often buries his face into your neck when you’re in his arms to remind him you’re still there and safe. 

(I got a little carried away with his…)


Sirius Black

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Sirius is the cuddler of all cuddlers. Literally, any time of day, if you wanted to cuddle, he’d be 100% down. 

Being that Sirius literally is a dog, his body temperature, naturally, would be higher than most. He’s warm and comforting, as a dog would be. Sirius is touchy, but not nearly to the extent that James is, his arms are generally wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you on him. Your head is always against his chest so he’s able to see you. Being reluctant to let go, you’d almost always end up falling asleep in his arms.

Quite honestly, Sirius would cuddle you for the rest of your life, not joke, he’d hold onto you forever. I can’t really explain this too great, just, he’s a great cuddler, 10/10 would recommend.

(I’m really bad at writing for Sirius, I need to practice.)


Remus Lupin

Remus is sort of thrown in between Sirius and James when it comes to cuddling. He doesn’t like it nor dislike it, mainly because he doesn’t want to impose himself upon you.

That said, if there was a situation where he knew you needed him, he’d be there in a heartbeat. He’d instantly pull into his arms, and lie down on the nearest couch or bed, bringing you with him. He rest you  on top of him and wrap his arms around your upper back. Remus’ first priority is keeping you safe and he always wants you to know that you’ll always be safe in his arms. 

Remus has a small habit of kissing you on the top of your head to sort of ‘seal’ your safety, and you best believe you’ll receive plenty of them. It’s one of his many ways of telling you he loves you. 


The Wish Spell

Summary:  You use a spell to make a wish come true with unexpected results.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Sal

Word Count: 5772

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, language, fluff, wee bit of angst, mention of past abuse

A/N:  This one is close to my heart.  I hope you like it and I’d love to hear your feedback.  MAJOR shout out to the wonderful, lovely and helpful @wheresthekillswitch for being my beta on this.  There’s no way I would have achieved what I wanted without your help.  And thank you to the fantastic @arryn-nyxx for the beautiful aesthetic!​ Thank you!


 

You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really.  You’d hoped sure, but that didn’t mean you were actually expecting it to work.  You’d been out with your friends celebrating the long weekend but the pit of loneliness grew to a crater the moment you were home.  Since you’d had a few too many beers you started researching wishes.  That led you to spells and then before you knew it you were rummaging through your house for a candle and printing out a picture.  You wrote your name, birthday and wish on the picture then you folded it three times.  You lit a candle and held the paper over it till it caught fire and burned out.  You were tired of being alone, but you were also terrified to make a connection.  After the flame went out you curled up into bed and you dreamt of him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary; you dreamt of him often.

The next morning you wake up and as you stretch your arms out you bump into something.  You shoot up and look over and there he is sitting on your bed his green eyes looking back at you.  Dean Winchester.  He’s leaning back on his hands with his long legs out in front of him.  He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he even has his boots on.  You sit staring at him unable to think or to speak.  He purses his full lips then smirks at you.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! After reading your Andriel amusement park prompt, I was wondering if you could do some Neil whump? Where Neil gets sick, or injured, and andrew takes care of him? Cheesy, but soothing for my soul \(^_^~ thanks!!

Listen, Anon. Soft fluffy Andreil is what I live for! So please enjoy this sick Neil drabble featuring mother-hen-Nicky and the very real flu death experiences of @irishrainbownjh

It starts with a tickle. Right at the back of the throat. It grates with every swallow, and despite how many times he clears his throat, Neil can’t seem to shake the scratch. He pulls himself out of bed, has a long hot shower, and downs two glasses of water, but it’s still persistently there.

By the time Neil is halfway through his morning lecture, his head has started pounding as well. It’s a constant pressure behind his eyes that throbs in time to his heartbeat and cries out at the flash of each new slide. The scratch of a pen on paper to his right and the smack of gum to his left only make it worse.

When the class finally ends, Neil drags himself back to Fox Tower. His body feels both sluggish and sore, like he’s just run five miles then slept ten hours cramped up. Even the smallest movement sets his muscles aching and his joints creaking.

It takes considerable effort to make it up the hill to Fox Tower, so Neil opts for the elevator over the stairs. The doors open on the third floor to reveal the hallway bustling with a group from the soccer team. One of the players has an arm full of pizza boxes, and the greasy scent wafts down to Neil. It makes his stomach bubble and churn, and the striker braces himself against the wall and breathes through gritted teeth to get it to settle.

“Neil?”

Neil whips around at the sound of his name, but the fast movement causes lights to pop behind his eyes. It’s like a bad case of vertigo, his whole world tilting, and Neil stumbles back against the wall again. He blinks a few times, and when his eyes come back into focus, he finds Nicky’s concerned expression. It takes another moment to register that Nicky’s hands are gripping his elbows and holding him steady.

“Jesus, are you alright? You look awful.” Nicky raises his hand and presses it against Neil’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. Let’s get you inside.”

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Imagine TFW Finding You Broken Hearted

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

 “Y/n? Honey, are you ok? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sam asks, voice full of concern as slowly opens up my door. He tries to find the light, but I stop him before he can reach it.

   “Please, don’t turn on the light” I croak, Sam made his way over to me and sat beside me on the bed. His fingers carded through my long hair, as he waited for me to respond.

“Sammy.” Was all I could let out before my walls came crashing down and the tears started pouring down my checks. Sam kicked off his boots, threw his jacket on my chair, and got under the covers with me. His big, strong arms wrapped around me like a fortress. Cradling me from the outside world.

“It’s ok, Y/n. I’m here. Sammy’s here.” He cooed to me soothingly. He tried comforting me by shushing me and rubbing my back. I about told him everything until I saw a figure pass by in the dim lighted hallway. I raised up to see who was there, and Dean’s piercing green eyes met mine. He saw the broken on my face and it caught his attention. He strolled into my room and laid on the other side of my bed beside me.

“You ok, Baby girl?” Worry crept upon his face. I squeezed his hand tightly, almost as if I was afraid he was going to leave. The tears still weren’t letting up.

“Ayden broke up with me today.” I choked back a sob and hid my face in Sam’s chest. The boys sighed sadly and try to comfort me.

“I know that we haven’t dated for too long, but I really liked him. He was like my best friend outside of you guys and Cas. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, someone who I could be myself with, someone who I felt like actually cared about me, and my feelings.” I explained, as I tried to wipe away the tears.

“I can’t believe he cheated on me with other girls. I thought he loved me, De. Why would he do this to me? I thought he was happy. Am I not enough? He lied to me about everything! He said he loved me, but he didn’t! Not like the way I loved him” I bawled, letting all my emotions out.

“Hey, you look at me.” Dean said sternly.

“You don’t ever, and I mean EVER think that you’re not enough! You got it?” I glanced at Dean and nodded. Trying to be strong. Sam took my face into his hands and met my eyes.

“You’re are enough, Y/n. He was a jerk, and one day you will find the right guy. I promise. Ayden, doesn’t realize how special you are. Don’t let his actions make you feel less. That’s a reflection of him, not you. I know it seems awful right now, but in a couple years you will have forgotten all about him. You’re beautiful, funny, smart, caring, lovable, a kick ass hunter, and you’re Y/n Fucking Winchester! Things will get better, they always do. If they don’t, you know Dean and I always have your back. We will always be here to pick you up when you feel like you can’t go on.” Sam said giving me a small, endearing smile.

“Thanks you guys. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, both. The same goes for you guys, too. I’m always here for you boys. We’re family.” I took both of their hands in mine, and at the same time they kissed the top of my forehead. Before I knew it, Cas appeared in my room with a big bag of gummi bears, and a solemn look on his face.

“Hello Y/n, I heard that you were upset and I know gummi bears are your favorite. I thought this might cheer you up.” He trudge over to the bed and handed it to me. I gave him a smile and thanked him.

“I will get through this breakup, because I already have the best guys I could ask for.”


After awhile, we all went out to the living room to watch the movie called “Why Him?”. I’ve saw it already, but the boys haven’t so I offered to rewatch it. About halfway through it I fell asleep, and when I woke up the boys were nowhere in sight.

“Sam? Dean? Cas?” I looked around the bunker to see if there was any sign of them, but I had no luck. On my way back to the living room, I went through the library and saw a note lying on the table from Sam.

Dean, Cas, and I will be back later. We had  to pay someone a visit. Love, Sam.

I rolled my eyes and went back to lie down on the couch. Waiting to hear about how much fun the boys had kicking my ex boyfriend’s ass. I fell back asleep with a grin on my face.


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anonymous asked:

classic, swap, swapfell and fell bros reaction to their s/o breaking up with them, and then finding out it was because their s/o didn't think they were good enough for their bonefriend and did it on a drunk impulse? love your writing btw you're my fav imagines blog 💕

( * Aw, thank you~!  <3  The word bonefriend makes me super happy.
This prompt was a lot of fun.  I really love when the skelebros provide comfort because I like to imagine someone reading it and feeling better about whatever they’re going through.  )


UT!Sans:

His world has suddenly crashed.  He flinches, but he’s quick to bury the hurt behind a forced grin and a small shrug.  "heh, it’s not you, it’s me?  is that the line you’re using?“  He means for it to come out as light, but his tone sounds sharp and chilling instead, betraying his jovial facade.  

But then, he realizes that something’s amiss.. there’s that waver to your voice, the way you look so vulnerable.  Why, you look just as wrecked as he feels.  "hey, what’re you talking about, kiddo?  of course you’re good enough.  if anyone should be saying that..”

*it’s me.

His voice trails off.  He gathers you against his chest, pulling you down to lie on the couch, and opens his blue jacket wide to halfway cover your body.  You’re the light in this timeline, the person that gave him the ability to feel HoPe again.  He doesn’t voice that; he’s too shaken to find the words.  So, instead, he just holds you on the couch, and murmurs, “please don’t ever think that, ok?”

UT!Papyrus:

When you break up with him, he flinches as if he was physically struck, his bones rattling together from the jarring impact.  "O-OH, GOOD ONE!  YOU’RE TRYING OUT JOKES LIKE SANS, RIGHT?  I.. I THINK YOU GOT SOMETHING WRONG ABOUT THAT ONE, THOUGH.  OR MAYBE I MISSED THE PUNCHLINE..?“  You know he has to be rattled to admit that a joke may have gone over his head, but when he realizes you weren’t joking around, his shoulders slump.  "OH…YOU CAN’T REALLY MEAN…”

His eyesockets start to tear up.  He’s shaking, but trying to be strong.  If you really want to leave him, he’s going to respect your decision, but.. “I..IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?” he can’t help but ask, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.  He’s prepared to accept it, but the moment you start insisting that you’re not good enough for him, he realizes what’s going on.  Immediately, he pulls you against his chest, bending over your form.  He places his forehead on the top of your head, and he’s openly crying now.  You’re hurting, and having this awful thoughts about yourself, and that hurts him.

“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE GOOD ENOUGH.  I’LL H-HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS VERY HIGH STANDARDS!”  He’s trying to lighten the mood, but his voice breaks a little.  So, he tightens his arms around you, holding you as close as possible.  "AND YOU EXCEED ALL OF THOSE STANDARDS JUST BY BEING YOU.“  Shifting, he pulls back enough to press his teeth to your forehead, giving a soft ’muah’ sound effect to punctuate his skeleton kiss.  "SO LET’S REMAIN A COUPLE! I’LL TAKE YOU OUT ON A DATE TOMORROW!  IF.. IF YOU’RE NOT TOO HUNG OVER.  IF YOU ARE, I’LL JUST BRING YOU SOUP IN BED AND WE CAN WATCH METTATON RE-RUNS!”  

UF!Sans:

Of course.  Of course you’d break up with him.  
He’s still for a moment, before he forces a smirk and shrugs.  "welp, that lasted longer than i expected.  i guess i’ll see ya around, swee–.. uh, bud.“  He turns away, trying to shrink further into his jacket, to hide his cheeks behind the floof of his fur-lined hood before he starts crying.  He thought he would feel numb, but there’s a gnawing pit in the center of his chest, and his eyesockets are burning.  Stars, he’s stronger than this!  

Mentally, he’s running through every insult he’s ever received in his life, every reason why he wasn’t good enough for you, why you don’t want to be with him anymore.  He’s gathering his magic, preparing to shortcut right out of this nightmare and drown his sorrows at Grillby’s.  There’s no doubt in his mind that he’s going to get wrecked tonight, and the bender’s guaranteed to last for a week solid.  

But then he hears you continue, drunkenly mumbling about how you don’t deserve him.  He freezes, his magic dissipating.  You, underserving of him?  What kind of Twilight Zone swap world is this?  Red turns, still trying to guard his face with his hood, his sockets glimmering with red-tinted tears.  "r..run that by me again?” he manages, his voice thick and gruff.  When you continue to babble on about your insecurities, he suddenly sees himself mirrored in you.  How could he have missed the signs?  Maybe you were both just too good at pretending, too used to doing it as second-nature.  

“oh, sweetheart.”  He’s on you in the next instant, so quickly that he knocks you off-balance and you both end up tumbling onto his mattress.  The impact jars the springs and causes you to bounce, but he just holds on tighter, burying his face in the side of your neck so you don’t glimpse his tears.  "none of that is true, ya hear me?  you’re all i want.. and if you want me..“  His voice becomes quiet, but his mouth is right by your ear, his breath warm against the cold tear-tracks on your cheeks.  

"then just stay.. ok?”

UF!Papyrus:

WHAT?  Did you really think YOU could break up with HIM?  This is an outrage.  Edgy is someone that obviously hides his feelings behind RED-HOT RAGE, so he grits his teeth and looms over you.  "NO!“ he shouts firmly, his entire body tense.  He hasn’t done ANYTHING to warrant this, and he’s been trying his hardest to be an attentive bonefriend.  He’s been paying attention to your needs, and he’s even started reprimanding his brother’s laziness less!  Is that not enough?  

No.  Impossible.  He’s done everything right.  "I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE BREAK-UP.  SO.. NO.  IT’S NOT OVER.”  He’s in serious denial, and while he knows he can’t really make you stay if you want to leave (shy of sealing off the exits with bones, which is becoming more and more tempting..), he’s going to be stubborn.  You’re going to have to give him an explanation.. and when you do, you start tripping over your words and feelings, blurting all of your deepest, self-depreciating thoughts.  

And that’s when Papyrus realizes just how drunk you are.  

He swears loudly, rolling his eyelights even as he grips your chin and forces you to look up at him.  He bends over, leaning down to your face, and says, “Stop.”  The word comes out more gently than anything you’ve ever heard him say; for once, it’s not a shouted command, but something he’s urging you to do.  It shocks you into silence, your shoulders still shaking from suppressed hiccups of sobs.  He clears his throat and begins speaking in his normal tone of voice now that he has your full attention.  "ARE YOU DONE WITH THIS FOOLISHNESS NOW?  I WON’T STAND FOR ANYONE SPEAKING ILL OF YOU–NOT EVEN WHEN YOU DO IT. WE’RE NOT BREAKING UP JUST BECAUSE YOU’VE DECIDED TO DRUNKENLY SLANDER YOURSELF.  NONE OF THAT IS TRUE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?“  He says it with such a serious intensity that all you can do is nod.  "GOOD.”

And then he scoops you up bridal-style into his arms and carries you upstairs.  It’s time for you to sleep off your alcohol, and he’s going to keep you locked up in his arms all night.  

US!Sans:

The second you break up with him, he’s crying.  

It’s not even little sniffling tears that develop into sobs; no, he’s immediately full-on ugly crying.  He’s gasping for air with his shoulders heaving, his face is flushed a bright blue, and he looks like you just kicked a sack of puppies in front of him while laughing maniacally.

“B-B-B-BUT..! W-WH-WHHYYY?  WHAT DID.. DID I.. DOOO?”  He’s wailing the words and jumping to the worst possible conclusion, but he needs to know what he did so he can fix it.  He’s got to win you back!  If Papyrus is in the house, he hears the crying and teleports into the room with a murderous expression, but once he sees that you’re both crying, he awkwardly pretends it never happened and blips away to Muffet’s.  Blueberry grabs onto your waist, looking up at you with the most heart-broken expression you’ve ever seen.  You did this to him, you realize, and it only makes things worse.  

You launch into every dark thought you’ve ever had about yourself, every time you’ve ever thought that you weren’t good enough, or were too flawed, or that no one could possibly stay interested in you, that you’re poison and that’s why they all lea–

Blueberry cuts you off by cupping your tear-streaked cheeks with both hands and forcing you to look at him.  You have his rapt attention, and he’s no longer wallowing in misery; instead, he’s looking at you with absolute concern.  "WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT ABOUT YOURSELF?  YOU’RE NONE OF THOSE THINGS!  I THINK YOU’RE THE GREATEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD!  THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!“  He smiles, bringing your head down to rest your forehead against his.  "MAYBE I DON’T TELL YOU THAT ENOUGH?  BUT FEAR NOT!  FROM NOW ON, I’M GOING TO TELL YOU EVERY DAY HOW GREAT AND WONDERFUL YOU ARE!  AND IF YOU EVER THINK ANYTHING BAD ABOUT YOURSELF, JUST TELL ME SO I CAN TELL YOU HOW UNTRUE IT IS, ALL RIGHT?”      

US!Papyrus:

Stretch realizes immediately (okay, immediately after the crushing pain in his chest that made his SOUL feel like it was cracking) that you’re too drunk to make a decision like breaking up.  Something like that has to be done with a cool head, so while his body is tense, he tries to approach the situation delicately.  "ok.  so why break-up?“  You don’t tell him right away, but he probes you carefully, asking if there’s something that makes you unhappy about the relationship and casually mentioning that you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.  

When the floodgates finally open and you spill all your demons, Papyrus pulls you into his lap.  His arms go around you, and he guides your head to his shoulder, where he soothingly strokes his phalanges through your hair.  "honey, why are you so hard on yourself?”  You don’t give him a straight answer, instead reiterating that you’re not good enough for him, that he deserves better, that you should just leave.  "why don’t you let me be the judge of what’s good enough?  i mean, i am a pretty good judge of character, and  i think you’re everything i could ever want. else i wouldn’t be here right now, honey.“  

If you continue, he just asks, "do you enjoy being with me?  do you want to stay like this, with me?  then ok.  stop trying to leave because i want you to stay.”

SF!Sans:

HOW DARE YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM!!  YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT HE DEEMED YOU WORTHY OF HIS AFFECTIONS!  
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BREAK UP?!  THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!”

His eyesockets are watering, but he tells himself they’re ANGRY TEARS instead of just regular broken-hearted tears.  How could anyone refuse him?!  He’s about thiiiis close to shouting for Papy to help him handle this crisis when you start to cry and admit your feelings of inadequacy.  OH.  So you were feeling unworthy!  That’s makes sense, because it totally couldn’t be anything HE’S done.  

Blackberry swallows back his tears and sits down on his bed, abruptly jerking you down beside him.  He latches onto your waist, his grip uncomfortably tight.. because he’s trying to mask the fact that his bones are shaking.  "YOU’RE WORTHY.  HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?  I’M A SKELETON OF ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS TO MEET, AND YOU..“  He almost lost you, so he swallows a portion of his pride, his face buried in the side of your neck.  "YOU MEET ALL OF THEM.  SO CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!”  

He’s relieved that you stay, and as soon as you pass out, he cries.  

SF!Papyrus:

Welp, drunk words are sober thoughts, right?  So if you want to leave him now, it must mean you’ve been thinking about it.  Papyrus can’t say he’s surprised; he’s been waiting for you to realize you could do better.  After all, who wants some pathetic mutt like him drooling after them all the time?  

“ok.”

He’s already walling himself off, and since he was in the process of walking you home anyway, he pulls out a cigarette from his jacket and lights it up.  He’s going to chain smoke tonight, and probably not even go home.  Sans would only lecture him about the smell of smoke, and he just can’t deal with that right now.  His other hand is balled into a tight fist in his pocket.  He doesn’t try to press you for an explanation, even as he’s running through every exchange the two of you have ever had and wondering just how many of those sweet words you actually meant.

And then he hears a tiny sob, and when he turns to you, his entire body feels cold.

He stops, staring, and as your insecurities spew out like terrible word vomit, he slowly starts to realize what this is really about.  He can relate–he can relate to every one of those feelings.  His cigarette tips from his suddenly-lax fingers, and he closes the gap in one stride to sweep you against him.  In one smooth motion, he cuts off your nonsense with his mouth, soothing your worries away with a deep kiss.  When he finally pulls back, he chuckles lightly, cupping your damp cheek with his palm.  "listen, doll.  i’m gonna let you in on the absolute truth.. and that’s that whoever put that shit into your head is wrong.  dead wrong.  you’ll always be enough just by being here with me.  and i don’t want you to ever forget that, ok?“

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“Is this stupid? This has to be stupid, right?”

Archie doesn’t even look up from his spot on the couch, eyes trained on his phone. “No, Jughead. This is not stupid.”

“Do people even go on Craigslist anymore? Will people even answer? I probably sound creepy, honestly. Arch, this is stupid, why did you talk me into doing this? I’m horrid at photography!” Jughead throws his head down onto the desk, groaning loudly. Archie sighs heavily and gets up, walking over to his best friend and reading the ad over his shoulder.

“Jug, this sounds just fine. Yes, people still use Craigslist and no, you are a great photographer. You won the county fair’s photography contest three years in a row. You beat the photographer for the daily paper!” Archie slaps his friend’s back enthusiastically, eliciting yet another groan from him. He rolls his eyes and moves his finger to the mousepad on the laptop, hitting the post button before Jughead rethinks anything. “There – the replies will come in in no time!”

Jughead lifts his head to look at the screen, groaning once more and slamming the laptop shut. He looks up at the tall redhead, shooting his best evil glare. “Have I ever told you that I hate you?”

Archie grins down at him, swiping the beanie off his head and ruffling his hair, earning a very manly squeal from Jughead. “You love me and can’t live without me. Now how about we order a pizza and play video games for the rest of the night?” He laughs as Jughead steals the hat back, already walking to the kitchen for the takeout menus they keep stashed in a drawer.

“Only if you’re buying!”

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I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
—  John Green, Looking for Alaska
Headcannon: 2D is worse than a cat

2D is worse than a cat.
-It took just one time for you to screw yourself over; when he sat in the floor and you on the couch during one of the band’s movie nights and you started playing with his hair; now he chooses to sit on the floor in front of you every time. If you don’t start up he literally takes your hand and places it on your head. If you stop, he’ll move his head a bit or clear his throat and you’ll be reminded to keep it going.
-If it’s just you and him on the couch he’ll lie down with his head in your lap expecting you to play with his hair or scratch at his head. Sometimes if you give him a temple massage and run your fingers over his eyelids gently, or gently rub the bridge of his nose he’ll fall asleep, giving your hands a break.
-You help him a lot like this when he has his migraines. When he could tell that he’s about to have a migraine he’ll pop a pill and go straight to you then he’ll lead you to the couch without saying a word.

“Frosty nights in cold days, while I change the coffee for a glass of wine, all I do is lie down on the couch and looking at you until you smoke your cigarette in the window, with head in the clouds.

You always was shy, and certainly had no idea how beautiful you were…”