Can I Express My Love For You In Writing?
Someone had sent in an ask I adored even if it hadn’t been a vary long one. I liked it enough to create a small fic for them! Hope you don’t mind!
Ask: “Can I has Edge soulmate headcanons with a Writer!S/O? :3″
For: @ali-starke-the-blog and the rest of you lovlies! But Ali requested it so mostly for her pfft. Sorry for the wait by the way!
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
It was a quiet day. Or, as quiet as it could be with your newly found soulmate.
People had found it weird, someone so loud, intimidating, arrogant, and as rude as ‘The Grrrrreat and Terrible Papyrus’ with someone as calm, gentle, and kind as you. Though your friends had to admit you balanced each-other out nicely.
Though he could be a bit of a pain. Such times could only be shown through moments like this:
“I’m writing Paps.”
He scoffed at your simple reply. “WELL OBVIOUSLY. WHAT ARE YOU WRITING?
“A story, snippet thing.”
“WHAT KIND OF STORY?”
You sighed and shrugged, leaning back into your chair and tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“Perhaps a love story, snippet thing…Not sure where it’ll end up though.” Well that was a lie. It was practically done.
“LOVE STORY? HOW PATHETIC.”
“Pathetic? Are you calling love pathetic? Does that mean our love is pathetic?” You teased.
You raised and eyebrow.
“-NOT. OF COURSE NOT!”
“D’aww thanks sweetie.”
He’d probably be rolling his eyes if he could.
“DON’T YOU HAVE THAT NOVEL YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FINISH?”
“Supposed? I’m never supposed to do anything. As a writer, I’m my own boss. Muahaha, I can feel the freedom running through me.
“USE THE FREEDOM TO WRITE SOMETHING AWESOME-ER.” He paused and made a disgusted face, realizing what he had said.
“Also as a writer. I use proper grammar and words. My verta-bae should too.”
“PSH. PLEASE. I’VE HEARD AND SEEN THE STUPID GRAMMAR AND WORD MISTAKES YOU MAKE MORE OFTEN THAN NOT. THEY SURPASS THE AMOUNT I’VE MADE BY A LARGE AMOUNT.”
“NOW THROW AWAY THAT MEASLY LOVE STORY THING AND WRITE SOMETHING ELSE.” He looked away, pausing, before slowly facing you once more with a glint in his eye.
“WRITE SOME GORE INSTEAD. AHAHA I WOULD BE A GREAT WRITER, I CAN IMAGINE IT NOW, THE SCREAMS OF TERROR OF ANY CHARACTER I SO PLEASE!”
“Perhaps trying something new would be interesting. And a love story isn’t pathetic. Why don’t you read the one I’m making now. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“TCH. IT’D BE A WASTE OF TIME, I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO.”
“Oh?” You leaned forward, placing your elbow on the desk in front of you, resting your head on top of your hand before turning to him. A smug smile placed on lips. “Like what?”
Your smile only grew wider when his face flushed the cute shade of red you’ve come to adore.
Sans would 100% approve of the face you’re making.
“GAH! SHUT UP AND SCOOCH OVER!”
You snorted before looking at the spinny chair you are seated in and frowning.
Now, Papyrus isn’t a large guy. He was large in the sense that he was tall, yes. But not in width. The chair was large, sure. But there wasn’t really any way to fit the both of you without one of you in an odd position.
He seemed to notice your internal conflict and just…picked you up. He then sat down on the chair and set you back down between his legs.
“SHUT UP AND LET ME SEE.”
“Paps it’s been half an hour. It’s only two and a half pages so far.”
“What like 20 times over?”
You turned to face him and were not expecting the kiss he captured your lips with.
Passionate, yet gentle. Loving you dare say. It lasted not long but you weren’t disappointed, you sure were flustered though. Who knew bones could bring you into such a state.
“You wrote of when we met…I couldn’t have imagined it better.” His scarlet face didn’t turn away like he normally does after saying something sweet.
Now, you and Papyrus hadn’t been in a relationship long. Even as soulmates you never quite acted as if you dated. But it was still shocking to know he could speak so quietly and lovingly.
Your blush deepened. “It’s not that great.”
Yet your gaze flickered to the last sentences of the last paragraph anyway.
‘It was such a wonderful feeling. As if your eyes have been set upon a gorgeous painting that your eyes and your eyes only could understand it’s carefully crafted edges and details. Something you knew you could trust and hold the moment you glance at them. Something you truly love.’
Y’know…It actually was pretty great.