#neither one of them have to be skinny and cut anymore so they aren't

[loungemermaid]

LOVE how you see katniss

thanks! I um. *cough* have a type. Chubby brunettes is that type so like this is entirely self indulgent BUT LIKE I just also think it makes the most sense for her character. Like her whole life she's never had enough and now she does??? She has all the food she ever needs AND a husband that makes her little treats??? Like she's gonna get a lil bit thick.

[nettleclanstale]

Writings of NettleClan #3- Flowerbreeze

Note: I've had this idea in my head for a few days now.

Flowerbreeze Oneshot

"Flowerbreeze!"

Flowerbreeze looked up as Sunsong's sharp voice cut through her wandering thoughts. She could hear her mother getting closer, and nervously shifted her paws as she glanced towards the measly catch in her jaws. 

No! She thought. She can't find out about this!

Sunsong's head poked through some bushes, her expression making Flowerbreeze's pelt bristle. Flowerbreeze could remember a time when her mother looked at her with warmth, so long ago, but now that was replaced with a cold, almost dead stare. 

"That's it?" Sunsong sounded neither angry nor happy, simply staring at the skinny mouse in the brown and white she-cat's jaws.

"I-I did the best I could, Mama." Flowerbreeze's voice was muffled. "I'm not a good hunter..."

"Then maybe you should've been a medicine cat." Sunsong snapped, before letting out an exasperated sigh and turning back into the bushes. "Let's go."

Flowerbreeze followed Sunsong, watching as her mother picked up a rather plump squirrel and began to carry it back to camp. 

Both cats walked in silence, Flowerbreeze looking downcast and Sunsong looking annoyed. It was strange to Flowerbreeze. When other cats hunted with their parents they would always come back chatting, laughing, rough-housing. But there was none of that here.

There was barely even love.

As the pair slipped through NettleClan's entrance, Bugfluff noticed them. The fluffy pale ginger tom's eyes widened in awe.

"Ooh, nice catches!" He called, looking up at Quickpuddle, who he was sharing tongues with. "Aren't they such good hunters, Quickpuddle?"

The brown tabby nodded, rasping his tongue over Bugfluff's ears. "They are...But you are too, buddy. You're a great hunter."

Flowerbreeze smiled at the compliment, dropping her catch in the fresh-kill pile. "Thank you both!" She meowed, flicking her tail.

Bugfluff purred, but was quickly distracted when Quickpuddle licked him on the mouth. Flowerbreeze chuckled, looking around camp. 

Sprucekit and Gravelkit were playing at the entrance of the nursery, Dapplepad sunbathing nearby. Bumbletumble was lying beside Dapplepad, watching over her own litter of three as they played with Mallowkit.

Alderpaw and Quillpaw were chatting and sharing prey with Silverbreak near the elder's den, their pelts ruffled from a recent training session. Even Silverbreak's fur, despite her age, was a bit messy. 

As Flowerbreeze looked around, she noticed Sunsong lying alone in the shade, grooming herself. She hesitated, then slowly approached her mother and laid beside her, tucking her paws beneath her in a loafing position. She could feel her heart sink when Sunsong visibly stiffened at her arrival, and shifted so that the two weren't touching. 

"What do you want?" Sunsong asked, her voice as dull as ever.

"I just wanted to talk to you...I don't have anyone else to talk to. Plus, I had a question."

Sunsong's ear twitched. She rasped her tongue over a front paw and swiped it over her head. "Fine. Go ahead." She said. 

"Do you love me anymore?" 

Sunsong hesitated. She looked away. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Well..." Flowerbreeze took a deep breath. "I just noticed that you never wanna be around me. You always look so happy whenever you talk about Peakkit, but with me you always seem so...So disappointed. I know I'm not a great hunter, but...I'm a good fighter! You just haven't seen it! I-if I did something, please tell me. I want to fix it, mama." Her voice began to break as she pleaded, looking up at Sunsong with misty eyes.

Sunsong's tail swished across the ground. She sighed. "You kits are so difficult..." She muttered, before turning to Flowerbreeze. "You know, throughout my pregnancy I was told I was having only one kit. I prayed to StarClan I would have a daughter...And Peakkit was born."

Flowerbreeze nodded, urging Sunsong to continue. 

"...But then you came. I didn't know what to do with you! There was Peakkit, a kit who reminded me so much of Peakpaw, my sister...She was perfect! And then there was you..I didn't know what to do with you!" Sunsong went on. "I decided to just name you and love you just as much as Peakkit. You had potential, I'll admit that. But then the flood happened."

Flowerbreeze nodded, a lump forming in her throat. She remembered the flood, the feeling of her tiny body slipping beneath the filthy water, and how scared she had been. 

Sunsong continued. "Both you and Peakkit had inhaled so much water, I wasn't sure if either of you would survive. Can you imagine my devastation when you recovered, and Peakkit died? My heart was torn." 

"But...But I lived. You still had one kit." Flowerbreeze meowed, her voice barely a whisper. "Surely that was something to be happy about."

"No! I wanted my SISTER, Flowerbreeze, and you're NOT her!! You'll never be her!" Quick as lightning, Sunsong had stood and snapped into a fit of rage, her voice getting louder and louder. Cats were beginning to turn their heads and watch, and Flowerbreeze's pelt was burning with humiliation. 

"But Peakkit wasn't her either..." Flowerbreeze said, very quietly. 

"But she was going to BE something!! Instead I got left with a useless daughter who does nothing around camp and disappoints me EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. So to answer your question, Flowerbreeze..." Sunsong's voice was low, almost threatening. 

The lump forming in Flowerbreeze's throat grew, her vision blurred with forming tears. She looked away, trembling. 

"SUNSONG."

Marigoldflood's voice was sharp and angry as he approached the two, getting between Sunsong and Flowerbreeze. His tail lashed as he glared at Sunsong.

"How could you say something like that to your daughter!?" The tom growled, his back bristled. "From what I've seen Flowerbreeze has been an AMAZING help around camp! Do you realize that some of us here have lost entire litters?? Their only kits? I understand that you've suffered, and I'm sorry, but I cannot and will not sit and watch you berate your daughter while I beg StarClan every single day for my babies back."

"I beg StarClan for my family back, too. I think I've suffered more than you ever will." Sunsong huffed back. 

Marigoldflood's eyes narrowed. "Maybe that's true, but that doesn't give you an excuse to treat what you have left like dirt. I treat Glowlily like she hung the stars because unlike you, I'm grateful for what I have." He turned away, giving Flowerbreeze a sympathetic look before walking off.

"Come here, Flowerbreeze."

Flowerbreeze turned, still shaking, to see Bumbletumble sitting nearby. Letting out a whimper, Flowerbreeze made her way over to the she-cat and buried her head into her soft fur.

"There there, now...It's alright..." Bumbletumble gave the top of Flowerbreeze's head a few gentle licks, before looking up at Sunsong. She didn't exactly look angry, but her expression definitely wasn't happy.

"Sunsong, what happened to you?" Bumbletumble asked, her tone sad. Instead of answering, Sunsong turned and stalked out of camp with a lashing tail. 

Bumbletumble sighed, looking down at Flowerbreeze. "It's alright...I'm hoping she didn't mean those horrible things. She's just been through so much..."

Flowerbreeze nodded, but something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. 

Peakkit was standing there, her tiny body full of stars and her expression sad. She was standing beside an older she-cat, who looked to be around apprentice age. The older she-cat didn't look angry. Instead, she simply looked disappointed. The two StarClan cats looked at each other, frowning, before padding away together and disappearing, their pawsteps leaving no marks on the ground below them. 

End.

[your-average-teenage-mess]

So, like... To the Tumblr people who got into ana/mia as a form of self harm, judge their "how sick are you REALLY" status by the number on the scale and are also into the sandman/dead boy detectives:

Despair is the fucking goddess of pain. She understands torturing yourself better than any other being in the universe, she UNDERSTANDS why it gives you a feeling of power to try and chase out the emptiness with more emptiness until you can't see hope anymore. And she doesn't look like fucking thinspo. She doesn't look like regal queen ana. She isn't skinny. She's fat. Because why wouldn't she be? There are so many people who are self destructive and miserable and also overweight, what the fuck is stopping her from being that?

If the fucking goddess of pain can look, not like a 19th century tortured starving artist or like an emaciated goth with no joy left in their eyes, but like a middle-aged fat woman in baggy clothes who sometimes cuts herself to feel something, then your pain is not any less fucking valid if you look more like her than like those fake, imagined thinspo images.

Recovery from your ed won't mean you aren't sick, or miserable, or struggling. I'm not even telling you to get your life and mind together, I know you might really not be in a position to do that. But these disorders could cause damage to you body down the line that there will NEVER be a way out of. (And that's besides the point, but this also applies to drug abuse, so just keep that in mind. Despair of the endless would visit millions of people, every day, who don't need a drug addiction to see her. NOT ALL the cool mentally ill kids are doing this, and neither would you have to to be one of them.) Recovering from the shit that fucks up your body to the point where you can't use it later, will only make it less and less hard for you to get back to the way things were, to when you were able to feel joy and not worry all day every day, one day when you will be ready to try and make your way there.

I'm in recovery now. I've stopped purging, I no longer restrict to the point where I barely have the energy to function. I got out before my body got irreversibly damaged- not that it would matter if I wouldn't have, because this shit can always get worse and you can always put the line as high or as low as you want. And despair still visits me every day, and the misery she brings with her is still real, I haven't suddenly gotten fixed and replaced with a mentally healthy version of myself that doesn't get to complain, I'm STILL SUFFERING, but at least now I A), know that the validity of that doesn't depend on a fucking number, so at least I've got that off my mind, and B), when I will eventually get better and want to, like... Be a functional person, I'll have a body waiting for me to live that happy life through, that will be able to help me with it better than it would have if I kept going. I don't really want to get better just yet, but I do want to want to get better, and one day when I actually will, I'll at least know that my pain on the way there was fucking valid and deserved fucking treatment. Because it always does. Pain always makes you worthy of help against it, no matter what it looks like. Just remember that, and try to stick to the stuff that still leaves the window open for happiness in the future.

[mrbonsaibones]

you want a pair of cargo shorts. you check out a brand a friend recommended. the men's cargo shorts have tons of pockets, are in a color your like, and are the perfect length. they don't fit your hips and ass. the women's cargo shorts fit your hips and ass perfectly. they are all booty shorts with non-functional pockets.

you want a nice pair of dress pants. the men's pants have pockets and just the right cut. again though, they don't fit your hips and ass. the women's pants do, but all of the models are wearing heels, so you can't tell where most of them end on the leg. most women's pants are also flared or skinny cut, neither of which you want.

you want a pair of jeans. you search for hours for a pair that aren't bootcut or skinny. you find a pair, try it on, and they fit perfectly. the pockets are fake. you go to the men's section for some pockets and find that, again, they don't fit your hips and ass. you go to Levi's because they seem to be the only company capable of keeping their pockets and organizing their shit by measurement instead of gender.

you want a nice button down shirt. the women's shirts all only button up to the middle of your chest and are weirdly see-through/loose. the men's shirts won't fit around your chest and shoulders. you give up looking for new ones and just wear the old one you stole from your dad that they don't make anymore.

you want a nice flannel. you buy one and the bottom of it is too tight around your hips. you wear it anyway because it's better than the ones you find when you look in the women's sections that have four buttons at most and make you look like a suburban mom.

you want a suit. the only options are pantsuits. the models all wear heels so you can't tell where the pants are supposed to end on the leg. you could buy a men's suit and tailor it but that would cost you a whole month's rent. you close your computer and give the fuck up.

I am so over gendered clothes what the fuck dude I just want some fucking PANTS

anyway, any suggestions would be helpful. this shit is so fucking annoying.

man I wish someone told me how hard clothes shopping is as a butch lesbian. everything is so aggressively gendered and most clothing companies categorize their sizes and cuts based on gender instead of body measurements. like damn man what the fuck. just give me a button down shirt that fits my body well and isn't see through I'm begging you.

[idjitlili]

The Goblin king...the one without warts.

Thorin x reader.

(Not my image.)

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company, of course Gandalf shoves you in with no choice. Growing close to Thorin eventually, after stopping at an inn.

A/n:Anon request includes ,but I won't spoil it. I do not own any characters.

Word count:4682

Characters:Y/n, the company, humans, elves, and David Bowie as Jareth.

Songs:ziggy stardust, as the world falls down.

Warnings: Alcohol, just ale. Uh mentions of jareths pants , and reference to a jareths 'magic'

It's only forever, it's not long at all. Only if we have forever, but we all die. We are not elves, we are not Morgan Freeman. Unless, you aren't telling me something?

Thus, you must take risks; to live the life you want to. The reason that you finally agreed to go an adventure, via Gandalf's request. Not that the leader of the group, that you'd be joining on this adventure,  did not like the fact that a hobbit was joining , let alone alone you, a human, female. Not impressed to say the least.

You had just ignored the tree trunks insults, and seeking the company of the small hobbit. Both of you were in the same position, except you could maybe launch Thorin over a cliff. 

Unknowingly Thorin had created a friendships, well between you, Bilbo, Fili and Kili. After you and Bilbo had decided to mock Thorin in secret.

"Wait, wait, I've got one." Standing up placing one leg on the log, hands on hips, head up , shaking you head slowly as if the wind was blowing it. "How's my hair?" Mocking Thorins low voice, looking at Bilbo who had stopped giggling, moving his eyes crazily to gesture behind you.

Turning your head slightly, to see Thorin staring at you. " Can I help you?" Unmistakable using a lower voice than normal, Thorin scrunched his brows together slightly. "What are you up to?" His eyes glazing over your stature, and posture.

"Oh, If you must know, Bilbo has been making sure that my family jewels have not dropped off due to my massive ego, last time he had to stitch them up because I am such a prick. Not that I could produce because I'm like 160." Maintaining eye contact with Thorin, chest fully pressed into the air, basically superhero pose, now off the log.

Thorin did not understand what you were talking about. "Get your things , we are moving on." Bilbo had just covered his mouth facing down, his eyes looking up.

“Do not test me , Y/n, I will throw you off a cliff, as if you was an end of bread. You are not worthy of this journey," Kili and Fili had been sat by, watching the scene unfold, as Thorin just stared at you. Kili walking over to you.

"Uncle!"

"My sisters son," Pulling Kili into a bear hug, him being the little bear, before pushing him off of you. "Get of me, people will think I'm soft, I am pure steel."   You had not even noticed Thorin leaving.

"That was horrible," It really was, could you be anymore cringy? "You annoyed Uncle though, I am surprised he didn't put you into line." Fili didnt speak much, but when he did, it wasn't useless trivia.

"My arms may have no muscle, but does not mean I couldn't carry both Bilbo and Kili to their horses." Okay, maybe you would be able to actually, but it gained the trios attention. "I highly doubt that, y/n"

Bending your knees so that your back was in front of Kili, hands ready to grab his calves. "Y/n, are you sure? I don't want you t-"" we don't have all day, Kili."

" okay, Thorin." You had scoffed, as Kili had managed to get on your back, arms around your neck, legs around your front. "No, no,no not me." Bilbo shook his head furiously, in disagreement , as you gestures for him to get up.  "Bilbo , please." Bilbo had sighed , as Fili watched you then pick up Bilbo, holding him Bridal style.

It was like carrying nothing, it was definitely a lot of weight, yet you still put in a face and walked through camp with them. Even if you couldn't fight, you weren't completely weak.

You had gained the attention of the dwarves, who Kili waved by in excitement , Bilbo just pretend to be dead in embarrassment.  Thorin had caught your eye for a second as you walked by him, lift Bilbo onto his pony, Thorin told you pack, you were packing...Kili had then gotten off your back when you had kneeled down.

But what you didn't know, was that Thorin eyes were on you most of everyday during the the journey, you just happened to be oblivious to the gazes on you. 

If you did catch Thorins gaze, you just thought that he was judging your actions,others picked up on their kings behaviour.  Though they did not tell you, they did tease Thorin. Well only Dwalin , Kili and Fili dared to.  Actually it was Bilbo who noticed first.

It was probably a few days after almost being eaten by trolls, that Thorin had began to develop feelings. At first he had just thought that you were mildly annoying like his nephews, that impression, was terrible. But once you were all captured by trolls...

You had pretended to be dead, the trolls had tossed you aside, and every time they were not looking you would crawl slightly. Tossing you aside for dessert. Thorin had caught this. Pulling faces as at him, as you slowly got closer, Thorin watching for the trolls.

When you had gotten next to Thorin, you had pulled a knife from you pocket , cutting the sack he was in. You had cut through quite a bit of the sack; when Thorin had pulled his hands out lifting you , shoving you into the sack with him, just as Berts eyes had glided over the dwarves.

That was when the trolls had noticed you had disappeared, but you were stuffed into the bottom of Thorins sack. You were too tall for the sack, your legs curled up, back inbetween Thorins legs. "Where is the human?!" The trolls had began to looking around finding no sign of you ,the moved on soon enough.

"Uh...the-the secret to cooking dwarf, is um..." Bilbo had tried to distract the trolls , after seeing Gandalf of course you couldn't see , you could only smell Thorin.

"Uh...not...not that one, he...he's infected!"

"You what?"

"Yeah he's got worms in his...tubes."

"Ooh!"

"In-in fact, they all have. They're infested with parasites, it's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't."

"Parasites? Did he say parasites?" The dwarves were not the smartest bunch to say the least.

"Yeah, we don't have parasites! You have parasites!"

Thorin had realised that Bilbo is trying to buy them time and kicks Kili, but ends up smacking you with his calf, making you groan , only for Thorin to gently squeeze your shoulder, the trolls had been too busy listening to dwarves , that they never heard your quiet groan.

Gandalf soon had arrived, saving you all as always, the trolls turned to stone. It didn't take long for Bilbo to realise you were missing still. "Where's y/n?"

"I'm over here, Bilbo." You could not get out of the sack neither could Thorin, without someone helping you out. Kili being next to Thorin, had heard your voice, turning to see his uncles, feet looking a bit too pointy. "Where?"

Bilbo had turned in circles in search, Thorin just later there with the most unimpressed face.

"Bilbo, she's over here." Bilbo had hoped over , out of the sack, before opening the sack at the top to allow Thorin could shuffle out. Standing up, Thorin had pulled you up and out by your hand.

"T-thanks, um, your thighs are very comfortable, if I was murderer , I would make them into pillows. Oh, um, thanks , uh," your face flushed pink, noticing how you sounded and that both Bilbo and Kili was right next to you. Sometimes you are ought to think before you speak, a common term taught to children, yet you do not. You had rushed off back to camp, after that.

Tis was a compliment to dwarves for a woman to comment on their thighs or stature.

That was it, Thorin began to notice things about you, you helping Bilbo onto his pony when he needed help, even if he didn't directly ask. The way you'd slip on mud , even if it was dry, save yourself and look around wide eye if anyone had seen. How your arms got tired as you'd try to plait your hair. Slapping Kili gently on the back of the head if he said something mean about one of the others. Normally Kili picked on Ori's knitting .

Of course, Thorin thought his affections only went one way. You could not deny, the dwarven king was intoxicating, you were highly attracted to him. He was a mean guy, no he was not , he didn't want Bilbo to get killed going in this journey to help him.

You hadn't spoken to Thorin directly really, well until he allowed the company to stop at an

inn for the night, which everyone was happy about. The Dwarves were mostly excited for ale. You just hoped they had a deep clean...

Luckily they did , and soon everyone was a sat tables in the pub, 3 separate ones, you being stuck next to Thorin ,Bilbo next to you, Bofur next to him,Kili and Fili so on. Next came the ale, being pushed in front of you all.

Bilbo asked for a tea, but Bofur wouldn't have it, so there sat Dildo sipping at the pint of ale. Whilst everyone drank down theres soon enough, you just drinking it , because you was shoved against Thorin. After your fourth ale that's when you heard it.

A noise like a hurricane , the soaring winds of the mans pipes opened.

"Oh

Oh, yeah

Ziggy played guitar

Jamming good with Weird and Gilly

And the Spiders from Mirkwood

He played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man" Looking over to the small stage, a skinny man, with a huge blond Mohawk stood, his bare chest exposed showing a large pendant on his lower chest.

"Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang

Screwed-up eyes and screwed-down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan

He could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'em to hang" Your breath hitched, as your eyes travelled down to his pants, he wore a legging type pants, showing off everything

"They came on so loaded, man

Well-hung and snow-white tan

So where were the spiders

While the fly tried to break our bones?

With just the beer light to guide us

So we bitched about his fans

And should we crush his sweet hands?" The dwarves and hobbit noticed your change, following your eyes to the man on stage.

"Do you know him?" Fili had snapped you out of your trance quickly, "o-oh, um, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Who is he, lass?" Thorin said nothing just stared back between you and the man, as you kept glancing at him. Bofur had waited for your reply, calling over more ales. "my best friend ." That was the truth, not that anyone knew but you had wished yourself away to the goblins, thus a friendship bloomed.

Growing up you didn't have many friends, you still don't , Jareth was always there for you, you didn't want to out him being a fae.

"He was the nazz

With God-given ass

He took it all too far."

That's when he caught your eye, sending you a wink before continuing to sing with ease.

Half an hour later, you were starting to feel a little more free, after more ale, leaning onto Thorin for support.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed." Jareth had started his 15 song of the evening, you had jumped up, well start up. "Thorin! Come on, let's dance." You had pushed him slightly. "Why?"

"Just come on, 'deep in your eyes a kind a pale eye,' that's you so you must dance with me, please." Thorin had finally had budged , standing up, his eyes were gems indeed. You had grabbed onto Thorins hand pulling him onto the cleared floor. You didn't know how to dance not really, but it was the heat of the moment. Well actually you had danced with Jareth during his masquerade.

"Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast." Placing one hand onto Thorins shoulder, the other into his hand, you could only hope you weren't making a fool of yourself. Jareth did like to be generous.

"In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon."

Looking into Thorins , bright eyes, which stared back into yours, you followed suit with steps , you hadn't realised that Jareth had changed your clothes into a white gown and sorted your hair, but the others and Thorin noticed. Following Thorins eyes down to your clothing you had get let out a snort.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone" The dwarves hadn't seen Thorin dance since he was a prince, yet there he was with you dancing. Your eyes never leaving Thorins, as you danced in sync, turning together in a circular motion.

"I cannot wait for you to see Erebor." Thorin voice was quiet not to interrupt the music. You had grinned in confusion. "I thought you didn't want me on this quest? Why would you want me to see Erebor?"

"Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou."

"So that you can attend a proper ball." You had smirked at the King, who just smiled at you.

"Well, you have got plenty of time to tell me all about Erebor, on this journey, that is if you speak to me after this."

"As the world falls down

Falling."

"As you wish." Thus you both just went back to just dancing smiling a little more now.

"As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love." Though there was a room full of people surrounding you, it felt as if you were in your own world.  Your own crystal...

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars." You could only hope that everyone would make it to Erebor...

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down" As the song finished, you had pressed a kiss to Thorins cheek, Jareth was having a break, you had let go of Thorin, telling him you'd be right back.

Still in your puffy gown, you had made your way over to Jareth standing at the bar with a glass of what could only be described as some sort of rose fancy drink, fit for a fae king. Jareth had placed the glass onto the side, holding his arms out for you.

Jumping into his arms, spinning you around, legs up , before placing you back onto the floor. "Jareth, I missed you." Jareth grinned back you showing his teeth , "as have I missed you, so you and the dwarven king?" Jareth had looked passed to you to Thorin, you looking back too to see Thorin glaring.

"Uh, I dont know, did you know we was going to be here?" Jareth had grinned larger, confirming his answer. "Come meet my friends quickly." You had grabbed Jareth by his hand leading him to your table.

The dwarves and the hobbit had looked up from their conversations, mostly with smiles. "Uh, guys , this is my best friend , Jareth, Jareth this is Bofur, Fili,Kili,Thorin and Bilbo." You had gave Jareth a side hug, he had clicked his fingers and you were in your regular clothes. " 'ello," Thorin had looked Jareth over as you squashed next to Thorin ,with Jareth next to you.

"So, what are you?" Kili bluntly asked,staring at Jareth in interest. "He's the g-ubli- king." Jareth had silenced you for a second blurring the word Goblin. "I'm sorry , what?" Bilbo Baggins was always intrigued by others, especially if you looked like Jareth. "He is a king."

"Of what."

"Now that , Bofur, is for you to figure out." Jareth was indeed a confusing, mysterious man, he seemed to have sobered the dwarves up.

"How did you do that with the dress?"

"You are a very curious lot , aren't you? - "

Jareth could be nasty, you were surprised with his behaviour.

"Well, then how did you meet him , y/n/n?"

" she wished to be taken."

"...Y-you are th-" Bilbo knew he had heard of the man he had heard sing, his books had had came in use. But again Jareth had cut Bilbo off, he knew what Dwarves were like.

"Clever hobbit."

Now, my love, if you need me you know what to do." Jareth had turned to you , pulling you into a hug, looking at Thorin, with a devilish grin. Only if you had know what he had put into Thorins head.

Really he just said, "I will turn you into pie for my Goblins, if you hurt my y/n." That was it, he was gone, you had been hugging air for a good second, before turning back to the group of men , who just stared at you.

"Uh? What?"   Bofur, Kili and Fili exchanged looks of agreement.

"You and that strange man, yep, that definitely happened."    The smirk inlaced into Kili's voice, as he stared at ,waiting for a response. You had only scoffed at " I'll call him back, and you ask him, I'm sure you'd him to make you into a pie for his Goblins." In that moment, Thorin had realised that Jareth, wasn't just a thin stick, he clearly had fed someone to his Goblins before, Thorin didn't want to find out if that was true.

Thus, the subject was dropped, and that was it,though the other dwarves wanted to know what just happened, and Gandalf didn't give a shit or already knew.

Well that was it until you had all left Rivendell , clean for now, only to get captured by Goblins.

No way were they anything like the unwanted children, absolutely. Stuck next to Thorin, you stuck out being human, wishing you had stumbled onto the actual Goblin king. Thorin had pulled you down and shielded you from the whips.

You could only wish... but you didn't Gandalf saved you all again.

Back on the road again, until Thorin gets chewed up by a warg, you rushing towards him, as the dwarves fought off the wargs and orcs. Only for the eagles to arrive , seeing an eagle fly at you and Thorin, you had laid careful onto him. The eagle swooping you both up . "Hey Thorin, are you alive? maybe I can use those thighs a scarf sometime?"

Thorin did not wake up, until Gandalf had done some magic shit, him and Bilbo became best friends. 

Then you were all captured...again, by the worst kind of elves. Dumb blonds, no, Thranduil was just a dick. All of you were stripped down to one layer , all but Thorin  and you , were shoved into cells. You was asked the general question, why are you travelling with dwarves, well actually that was it.

You had pretended to faint.  When Thranduil stood over your head to see your face, you had pretended to wake up, punching him right in the dick. "O-oh my I-"

"Take them away!" Thorin was surprised you were not executed on the spot, oh how he tried to hide his laughter, as the elven knelt in agony ,and you were both dragged away. Shoved into a cage today, before the elves stomped away. Of course , Balin asks Thorin what happened, instead of telling him what you had done, he had simply said about him shouting in Khuzdul.

" Hey, are you coming to my execution tomorrow? I wonder if my last words should be 'being an elf there's only one down fall, once you get to Thranduils age, your cock shrivels up ," Thorin had snorted , and that is when he saw it, your hair...looked like radagasts hair ,but without poop and birds.

Thorins eyes had stared too long, it was clear to you, you were just talking to him, of course you'd see him staring. Your hair. Well yes that was embarrassing, a king was literally making fun of your hair by his silent judging.

"You're judging my hair? Did you not see radagasts?" Thorin had snapped out of this stare, realising what he had been doing, a light blush upon his face. "You are right, " that's he had said, and went back to looking at your hair.

Sighing you had sat on the cold stone, let again breaking Thorins stare. "Are you going to do my hair or just stand there?"

"Are you sure?" Accepting his offer Thorin was quickly sat behind you, combing your hair, of course you didn't know about dwarvish customs. You didn't know you had just accepted his courtship,but you had.

It wasn't long before your hair was braided completely , and just as you had stood up Ori had spoken up. Though you didn't here what he had said but you had heard Bilbo. "Not in here your not." A jingle of the keys and you were free, well lead to the cellars while the others questioned Bilbo.

Soon enough well when Thorin had convinced the dwarves to get in the barrels, via Bilbos request, leaving just you and Bilbo out. Until  Thorin had gestured you over, helping you inside the Barrel, but you stuck out more than the others,you wondered why Bilbo didn't get in one with one of the other dwarves. You barely in the barrel when Bilbo had pulled the lever,gripping onto Thorins shoulders as you were both submerged for a spilt second. Thus, you were off , trying to escape the elves , squished against the dwarven king, that you had unknowingly courted.

Kili was shot, and Bombur did some extreme parkour, and boom you had reached land. Soaking, freezing, lucky your hair was all braided back,  thanks Thorin. Stopping to allow Kili's leg to be wrapped up , to prevent further blood loss.

Dwalin had almost give you a heart attack ,as you stood twisting the water out of your clothing.  "Who did you hair ,lass?" He had basically popped up beside you , inspecting your braids , his voice louder and powerful.

Looking at the dwarf, who looked right back waiting for your answer , already knowing the answer.  "Thorin did, why?" Dwalin only hummed before returning to his brother, him surprisingly whispering to his brother, Fili and Kili had looked at each other in disgust.   Even though Kili was supposedly in pain.

"Do that again and you're dead."  Snapping your head up, to the unfamiliar voice..was that orlando bloom? A human, a man with shaggy dark hair, worn out clothes , beautifully structured face. Boom, you had been able to board passage on his barge.

"Why is a woman travelling with 13 dwarves and a hobbit?"  You had coughed, turning around to face Bard, you weren't very sure what you was supposed to say. "Well, um-" " She's travelling with us because she's betrothed to uncle."    Fili had spoken up, saving you from revealing everything, still you had turned to Fili, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, Fili and Kili smirked.

"You are courting a dwarf?" Thorin had scoffed, as Bard kept his eyes on the lake, his tone was almost unimpressed. "Well, I almost fucked a fae s-" "y-y/n! That's not a-appropriate." Bilbo had choked out, without a thought.

"Come on, Gaggins, did you not see the pants he wore? His magic-"

"Enough." Thorin had interrupted you sharply, snapping your head towards the clearly annoyed King, walking over to him, punching his cheek. "Awwe, jealous of Jareth? You have a lot to live up to. Does your dick grow even after erecttion? I call it his magic c-"

" Hold on." Bilbo had pointed his pipe at you, staring at you, " How do you know that?" Bilbo had coughed again , with his cheeks red trying not to cry. "Don't tell him, maybe I held eye contact with not his eyes many times without him noticing , plus I asked him if he could grow tall as a house, and he said yeah, so I just assumed. I swear 100% I never walked in -"

"Hello, love."  You had jumped out of your skin, turning around, there stood Jareth, your face flushed red, shoving him gently. "Oh- , not nice Jareth, could've died from shock."  Jareth only ignored you, looking at your hair, his hand skimming over it , in interest.

"I heard you speaking of my cock, y/n/n, I'm flattered, but with those braids , I'm afraid you are no position to be making advances on me."  Lips slightly touching your eyes, as the vibrations of his whisper sent chills down your neck. “Well, what position do you want me in?” Pressing your back right against Jareths, his hot breath heightened onto your jeck. Thorin was fuming with anger, the dwarves didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“Y-y/n, enough do you not know what you have agreed to by those plaits?”

You had turned quickly pulling  Jareth away from the dwarves, well as far you could get anyways. "W-what are you talking about? What about the plaits?" Jareth had laughed loudly, getting the attention of the the dwarves , as you reached up to touch the braids.

"Oh, love, you don't know. Those plaits especially when done by a dwarf , signifies courtship, you have accepted." Eyes widened at the king, as he smirked at you, laughing lightly.

"What do I do? I am courting a king, I mean it’s not like I don’t like him , it’s j-“

“You are just being dramatic, you both share affections for each other, so what’s the problem? You know what to do if you need me.”poof he was gone, again.

So you had made your way over to Thorin, pulling him to his feet by his tunic, his eyes wide, as you pressed your lips to his harshly. His hands making their way into your hair, pulling you closer to him, kissing you back.

Your hands now under his jaw, the company well, they were as you could expect...cheering loudly. Pulling away from his lips, still in his hold , as you looked into his bright blue eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That consenting you to braid my hair , meant that I accepted your courtship? I would’ve anyways, but I had to find out from Jareth, I thought that was just a ruse to explain why I was travelling with a bunch of dwarves.”

“Sorry, thought you knew.”

“You hear that Lads, she thought he braided her hair out of the kindness of his heart.” Company had burst into mocking laughter, but you and Thorin had ignored it.

“Well, if we are going to get married, I need the goblin king as our wedding singer.”

“Goblin king?”

“What? You didn’t know, Jareth is the goblin king. Not that wart of a goblin, “

Thorin had only stared at you.

“No, you can’t kill him, his dick would come off and fuck you in the ass.”

“I’m sorry, who’s dick would what?” Bilbo had popped up , with disgust and confusion upon his face.

[misssugarpinkshome]

omg that sans and reader was so good! i hope ur feeling better. would a Papyrus X male reader be good? If requests aren't open then sorry :(((

Requests are open and I plan for them to remain open! I am feeling so much better. I never actually get many requests, so these little fics are just sorta little balloons of happiness for me. I tried something new in this one and I hope you’ll all forgive me if I messed up some details! I tried to do my research, and I’ve also never written a Papyrus ship before. I hope you like the fic (under the cut!), and thank you for the request!

You were, admittedly, just a bit nervous.

When you first met your date for the evening, you were fairly certain he was ace. Or maybe that he didn’t know what a dick was? His only focus had been the dogs gnawing on his legs. At first, the sight had both shocked and alarmed (and, okay, you would admit it, made your heart sigh from adorableness). But, well, the skeleton said it was only natural for dogs to want to eat his legs, as he was made of bones.

You had only gone into the pet store that day in order to get food for Pebbles, your rambunctious 11 month old Pomsky. Imagine your surprise when you saw a line wrapping around the store on adoption day, not just to adopt some dogs, but to see the skeleton caretaker that was wrangling them all.

You had shared a nice conversation with the skeleton, learning that his name was Papyrus (well, more like “THE GREAT AND VERY GOOD WITH DOGS PAPYRUS”) and that he had just gotten the job that day. Evidently, the person who had been overseeing the adoptions that day had gotten very sick. “AS THE UNOFFICIAL OFFICIAL MASCOT FOR MONSTERKIND, IT IS MY DUTY TO BE AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN AND HELP THESE PUPS IN NEED!” He had said. “BESIDES - I LOOKED AFTER MANY DOGS IN THE UNDERGROUND. THESE PUPPIES ARE MUCH EASIER, AS THEY DO NOT HAVE KNIVES. OR AXES. OR SWORDS.”

You had laughed for awhile after that, sharing those laughs with the energetic man. You only realized how long the conversation went when your phone alarm went off, telling you to get your butt home to walk Pebbles before the night shift. You explained to Papyrus that you were essentially a helper in the cafeteria at the nearby college, letting students into the cafeteria via swipes of their card. Papyrus was absolutely enthralled by the idea. “WOWWIE! YOU ARE LIKE A FOOD GUARDIAN!”

You exchanged numbers - “YOU MUST MEET MY BROTHER SANS. HE TOO LIKES FOOD AND ALSO ME, WHICH MEANS YOU WILL GET ALONG VERY WELL!” - and said your goodbyes. All through your shift that night, you and Papyrus texted back and forth; he sent you so many dog pictures that day. You made sure to send him some of Pebbles.

And now, 2 months later, after Undyne, Alphys, and even Sans - yeah, even the overprotective brother of Papyrus - had egged you on and pushed you and told you to take the chance, you had finally asked Papyrus on a date.

And, to your surprise, he had agreed.

You straightened your bow tie, gulping. Did you look ridiculous? You never wore fancy suits. There hadn’t really been an occasion for it in the past, after all. But, well, you had really wanted to dress up for Papyrus. It seemed fitting. Er, more so than the bow tie did - that is to say, it really didn’t fit very well.

But it was too late to take it off. Here you were, outside of Papyrus’s house. You’d been here before, of course, but that had been under different circumstances. Now, you licked your lips nervously before knocking lightly.

The door swung open quickly, startling you slightly. “HELLO, HUMAN FRIEND!” You blinked, gaping at Papyrus. His irises sparkled. “WOWWIE… YOU LOOK VERY NICE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU LOOK SO FANCY!”

You smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly. “I, uh… You look… different?” You weren’t sure what else to say about his new outfit. You were used to him wearing handmade sweaters and skinny jeans that clung to his bones. But today, he was wearing very loose short shorts that showed off the tips of his pelvis, a crop-top with the words “Bad Girl” crossed out - under it was written, in large marker, ‘GREAT BOY’ - and basketballs attached to his shoulders. He also had a baseball cap on backwards.

“IS DIFFERENT GOOD?”

“Well, I like you no matter what you wear, Papyrus. I think you look fantastic.” He squealed happily, bouncing on his feet. That was definitely cute. “Can I come in?”

“OH! YES, PLEASE, COME IN!” Papyrus held the door open for you, letting you inside. You could smell something in the kitchen. “I WOULD NOT WANT YOU TO FEEL COLD OUTSIDE!”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound too nice.” You glanced at the couch, smiling as you saw Sans stand up, dusting himself off. “Hi, Sans.”

“heya. have fun, you two. don’t stay up too late, paps.”

“OF COURSE I WON’T, SANS! I AM NOT AT ALL IRRESPONSIBLE. I WON’T STAY UP UNTIL 2 IN THE MORNING LIKE SOME SKELETONS!”

“what can i say - i was just two full of energy to get to sleep.”

“SAAAAAAAANS! NO PUNS IN FRONT OF MY DATE!” You couldn’t help but laugh, relaxing a tiny bit despite the tension from nervousness in you. Sans winked as he saw you relax. He was a pretty good brother, making you feel more relaxed for this date.

“alright. ulna-t bother you two anymore. have a good night.” You blinked, and he was gone.

Papyrus sighed. “I AM SORRY ABOUT HIM. HE WOULDN’T PROMISE ME TO KEEP HIS PUNS AWAY FROM OUR DATE. HOW DISAPPOINTING.”

“It’s alright Papyrus.” You sniffed; it smelled good. “What’s that you’ve got cooking?”

His spirits seemed to brighten instantly. “OH! WHY, HUMAN, IT IS MY FAVORITE AND BEST RECIPE FOR SPAGHETTI! ONLY THE BEST FOR MY DATE TONIGHT! HERE!” He held out his hands for you. “I WILL REMOVE YOUR COAT, SIR!”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at that, slipping out of your blazer. Honestly, it had been a little warm in the outfit - and, well, probably because of Papyrus’s outfit, you had felt a little overdressed. You were going to have to teach your boy about proper dating outfits.

‘Your boy’, you repeated in your head, feeling a soft blush rise to your cheeks as he hung up your coat. When had you started thinking of him that way?

“AND NOW, LET US EAT TOGETHER! AND THEN WE SHALL COMMENCE WITH THE DATE FURTHER!” Papyrus chatted away as he walked into the kitchen; you felt compelled to follow him, even if you hadn’t wanted to in the first place. He was just… God, his entire personality was so good. He was energetic, kind, and most of all, he just… believed so strongly in everything. In himself, in his friends…

In you.

It was like everything he said was made specifically to get you through your day, and even better, to do it with a smile. You’d never met someone quite as… optimistic as him. You couldn’t help but just be happy with him.

You felt your heart pound and, unlike the other times you had thought you’d felt that feeling, this time… it was surprisingly nice.

You both chatted absently through the (surprisingly tasty) dinner. He had definitely been practicing - either that, or Sans had secretly made dinner himself so that the date would go off without a hitch. You chose to believe the first idea, however. “God, Paps, that was delicious,” you said, wiping your mouth on a napkin. You’d been raised to be polite, after all, and you didn’t want to talk with spaghetti stains all over your face.

Papyrus blushed lightly, looking away. “WOWWIE… ANOTHER GENUINE COMPLIMENT.” You tilted your head softly. Something seemed different about him. “YOU ARE VERY KIND, HUMAN!” He sounded almost… you couldn’t really fit a word to it. Distracted? Lost in thought? Almost…

Dejected?

“Paps? What’s wrong?”

“W-WHAT? OH! NOTHING, HUMAN! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS WRONG WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MASTER OF DATING AND ALSO OF BEING ABSOLUTELY FINE AND NOT-WRONG.”

You sighed softly, a tender smile taking to your lips. God, this goofball was incapable of lying. “Papyrus, you don’t need to lie to me. I don’t want you to! Now, what’s wrong?”

He shifted uneasily in his seat, blush worsening. “W-WELL… I HAVE ONLY BEEN ON ONE OTHER DATE BEFORE, AND… WELL. I AM NOT POSITIVE HOW WELL IT WENT. AND THIS DATE IS QUITE A BIT LIKE THAT DATE EXCEPT IT FEELS WEIRD AND DIFFERENT TOO?”

Weird? Different? Wait, Papyrus dated someone else before? You had been almost certain this innocent fluffball didn’t know what dating really was until you had asked him out. “Well… Why don’t we talk about it? That usually helps me feel better. Maybe it’ll help.”

“BUT HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR NIGHT! I COULD NEVER DISTRACT FROM YOUR FEELING GOOD WITH MY FEELING WEIRDLY GOOD!” You couldn’t resist a small chuckle at his wording. “I DO NOT WANT TO RUIN TONIGHT!”

“Papyrus… You wouldn’t be ruining my night. I like talking to you. And if that would make… er… whatever is bothering you go away, well, nothing would make me happier.”

“OH? WELL THEN…” Paps quickly stood, a determined look in his sockets. “IF THAT IS THE CASE, THEN THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST TELL YOU WHAT IS AFFECTING HIM!”

You laughed at the look on his (still spaghetti stained) face. “First, let’s clean up. We can talk in the living room.”

Together, you tidied up, cleaning around each other in the kitchen. You kept accidentally bumping into Papyrus’s side - it was a pretty small kitchen, after all. Neither of you seemed to mind or notice. You also pointed out that Papyrus had spaghetti stains on his face. He was extremely embarrassed, but also was able to laugh about it a bit. It was a nice laugh - no matter how many times you heard it, it still made you laugh along.

After that, you both moved into the living room. Once again, Papyrus quickly looked just… off. He was still blushing as well, you noted. “Alright, Paps,” you said, relaxing on the couch. “Do you wanna talk about it now?”

“IT…” He sighed. “IT’S SILLY.”

“Silly Billy.” He tilted his head, confused. You smiled. “That’s what I’ll call you anytime you say what you think or say is silly. You’re a Silly Billy.”

“BUT MY NAME IS PAPYRUS!”

“Silly Billy works just fine, because the only silly thing you said was that it was silly in the first place.” You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up with a smirk. “If you get to be silly, then the words I say get to be silly too.” Papyrus’s eyes widened and he laughed softly, “nyeh heh heh”ing under his breath. “Now, c’mon, Silly Billy.” His eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at you - they did that so often, it seemed - and you swore you felt your heart pound in that same way as before. “Go ahead and tell me what’s got you so twisted up inside.”

Papyrus looked down at his hands. “WELL… UNDERGROUND, I DATED FRISK, THE AMBASSADOR!” What. You covered your face to keep from laughing. Papyrus saw the movement. “OH, HUMAN! I AM SO SORRY! I KNEW YOU WOULD GET JEALOUS THAT I HAD ONCE DATED A VERY FAMOUS PERSON!” You coughed into your hand. “OH NO! YOU ARE EVEN CHOKING UP BECAUSE OF MY WORDS!”

“I-It’s fine, Papyrus,” you quickly said, struggling to keep your voice steady. Papyrus dated FRISK? God, you had met the kid once before. The little scamp probably led the poor skeleton on. Did either of them even understand dating at that age?? “What happened?”

“WELL… FRISK SEEMED VERY INTERESTED IN ME. THEY GAVE ME SO MANY COMPLIMENTS AND SEEMED TO TRULY LOVE ME. BUT… I COULDN’T WORK UP ANY OF THE SAME FEELINGS FOR THEM! NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED, I… I COULDN’T LOVE FRISK BACK.”

“Oh…” So what was he saying?

“AND SO I TOLD MYSELF, PAPYRUS, YOU ARE JUST CLEARLY NOT MEANT FOR FRISK! BUT THEN I HAD MANY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE WHO FELL IN LOVE! ASGORE AND HIS CLONE ARE NOW LIVING TOGETHER.” You chose not to comment on that. “UNDYNE AND ALPHYS ARE TOGETHER AND ARE GOING TO BE MARRIED ONE DAY, I KNOW IT!” They were just too cute. “EVEN FRISK HAS STARTED MOVING ON FROM ME - I HEAR THEY ARE VERY INTERESTED IN THE MONSTER CHILD FROM SNOWDIN!” Good for them!

“BUT I… WASN’T FEELING ANY OF THE SAME FEELINGS AS THEY WERE. WHEN I ASKED SANS ABOUT IT, HE DIDN’T SEEM CONCERNED - HE JUST SAID THAT…” Papyrus was fidgeting, his thumbs crossing over each other repeatedly. “HE SAID THAT MAYBE I JUST DON’T FEEL LOVE?”

“What?” Papyrus looked up at you. You were frowning. “Paps, I… I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I also feel like that’s not something Sans would just… say outright. What did he say exactly?”

“WELL… YOU’RE RIGHT. HE SAID… HE SAID ‘MAYBE YOU WON’T FEEL LOVE’. AND I…” Papyrus sniffed - you could start to see tears in his eyes. “I WANT TO FEEL LOVE! AND… AND I…” Oh no. Oh no, he…

Papyrus was crying.

“I-I DIDN’T LOVE YOU BEFORE YOU CAME OVER OR BEFORE I AGREED TO THIS DATE! I JUST THOUGHT - YOU SEEM TO LOVE ME SO MUCH AND I WANT TO LOVE YOU VERY MUCH BUT I AM NOT SURE HOW AND I FEEL VERY STRANGE TONIGHT AND I FEAR IT IS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT I DO NOT LOVE YOU AND I CANNOT BEAR YOU NOT KNOWING THAT FACT BECAUSE I BROKE FRISK’S HEART AND-”

“PAPYRUS!” He gasped, looking up at you, startled. You blushed, embarrassed that you rose your voice. But, well… “Breathe for me, okay, Papyrus?” He nodded, breathing very visibly for you. “Thank you… Now… I’m not upset.”

Papyrus sniffed, wiping his tears on his forearm. “Y-YOU’RE NOT?”

“Of course not!” How could he possibly think you could ever be angry at him? “Paps, I… While I can’t say I’m happy you don’t feel the same way about me, that doesn’t make me mad. All it means is… Well. You’re going to be my best friend instead.” Papyrus blinked. You looked away, blushing softly. “I’m not going to force you to love me. Maybe… Maybe what Sans was saying is that you just aren’t someone who gets into romantic relationships. There’s people out there just like you, Paps - aromantic or asexual people who don’t feel love the same way or don’t feel it at all. It’s… It’s not wrong and don’t you ever think it is-”

Papyrus sniffed, drawing your attention once more. He was crying harder. “Paps?”

“W-WHY ARE YOU SO NICE?” I JUST TOLD YOU THAT I DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN LOVE YOU, A-AND YOU…” He looked right at you. “YOU SAID THAT THAT’S OKAY?”

“I’m not going to force you to love me,” you repeated. You smiled, albeit a bit sadly. You weren’t happy to hear that… that your crush didn’t love you back. But what were you going to do? Yell? Scream? No. Papyrus, of all people, definitely didn’t deserve that (not that anyone else did, but especially not this man).

He blinked, looking at you. He shook his head. “I… I DON’T…” His smile drooped a bit. “I don’t understand this.”

You’re eyes widened. You… You had never heard his voice like that. It was… honestly, it was scary. You were suddenly concerned. “Understand… what?”

“I thought… I thought telling you would make the feeling in my sternum go away…” Papyrus rested his hand over his chest, blushing softly. “B-But… It’s still there. I just… I want to hug you,” he said, smiling ever so softly as he spoke. “I want to hug you and make you feel happy still, and I want you to eat dinner with me like this every night, even though I am very sad, and I want to do more things with you, like walk and laugh and enjoy days together…”

“But that doesn’t make sense! I just broke your heart! So… Why do I still want… why do I still want to date you?”

You tilted your head. You were… a little confused. “Papyrus… What’s this feeling that you’re feeling?”

He sniffed. “It’s like… It’s like my soul is beating against my ribs when it should not be there! And like I swallowed butterflies instead of spaghetti! And I cannot stop thinking about you even though I need to be thinking about what time it is so you can get home safely instead because I know it is getting later and dinner is done and-”

“Paps, that’s…” You gently put your hand on his, silencing his rant. He watched you. “Papy, that’s how I feel about you right now. I… I think what you’re feeling is love.”

He blinked.

“I…”

He blinked again, watching you.

“I… That’s what it feels like?”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn a bit. “I… Paps, I think that feeling you’re feeling is love. Does it feel all warm inside, almost like you’re gonna be sick?” He nodded quickly. “Does that feeling get stronger when I’m around?” He nodded again, bouncing slightly as he did. “When… When did you start feeling this way?”

“I-I’M NOT SURE,” he said, voice raising in volume alongside his excitement. “I JUST… NOTICED IT. I THINK IT WAS… I THINK IT WAS WHEN YOU MET FRISK. YOU WERE VERY NICE TO THEM AND I JUST STARTED THINKING ABOUT HOW NICE YOU WERE AND I COULDN’T STOP?” When you met Frisk? That had been just a few days ago. You had known each other for awhile. “AND THAT WAS THE DAY WHEN I SAW YOUR SOUL.”

Your eyes widened once again. You… God, you remembered that. You’d gotten into an argument with Undyne about something. And it had triggered… something that everyone had called a ‘confrontation’. Your soul - greener than the grass and trees in the middle of spring - had been quite the surprise. “So… The day when you saw that, you started to feel love for me?” Papyrus nodded. You smiled. “Paps… I think you might not be aromantic. I think you might just be… greyromantic?”

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

“I… Honestly, I don’t know very well. I know the terms and vague definitions, but… This is something we’ll both need to research.” You rubbed your neck. “I… I don’t want to force you into any positions you’re uncomfortable with. But… I feel like what you’re feeling is love. And I know I love you, Papyrus. You’re sweet, kind, enthusiastic - you’ve made my life so much brighter, and we’ve only known each other for a very short time. So… Maybe… Maybe, we should see where this goes and… try dating more?”

“I… BUT HUMAN, WHAT IF I DO NOT LOVE YOU? WHAT IF I ONLY FEEL FRIENDSHIP FOR YOU AND IT IS JUST MAKING MY SOUL RESPOND ODDLY?”

“Who cares?” You smiled. “I’ll still get to spend time with the best man I know.”

Papyrus smiled widely, tugging you forward into a hug. You gasped before laughing. “HUMAN! YOU ARE THE KINDEST, NICEST HUMAN I KNOW! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS CHANCE TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW FEELINGS AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM FEELING. I PROMISE, I WILL BE A VERY GOOD BOYFRIEND, EVEN IF IT TURNS OUT THAT I AM MORE JUST A FRIEND WHO IS A BOY. AND ALSO A SKELETON.”

You chuckled, patting him on the back, blushing. So, your boyfriend might not love you. He might love you. It just might require that you get to know him more. But that was alright.

There was no place you’d rather be than with him anyways.