#ok i’ll stop i’ll stop i’m sorry i’m feelin like an irritant but am still doing the thing

[autism-disco]

normal again or at least getting there. sorry about all that happy boxing day anyway

[deathpuppies12]

The Bombing of Emotions

Alone

Happy Birthday Cloud!!

I can't believe he's gone. The image of him falling still playing in my mind on repeat. I'm all alone again, except this time there's no one to come find me. I lay in the small room at star gazers heights. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. There's nothing I can do but cry. I pass out from all the emotions floating around me. Tonight's dream is another nightmare , the same nightmare as before, but this time the man on the ground is Cloud.

Clouds pov

God my head hurts, well I did just fall like a 1,000 feet. "Hello, are you okay", A female voice says. I blink open my eyes to see a girl standing in front. What the hell, "maybe your not okay". "Where am I", I stand to feet. I wobble a bit, but I quickly regain my balance. SOLDIER enhancements are great like that. "Your in a church in the Sector 5 slums, came crashing right through the roof, lucky for you, landed on my flower bed". What, I look at my feet and see I'm standing on her flowers. Shit, "Sorry". "It's okay, they're strong, there's are weird power here".

I don't have time to chat with this girl, I need to get back. Damn, (y/n) and Tifa are probably worrying them self's to death. "You dropped this", she hands me my healing materia. "Thanks". "I have one to", she smiles after saying this. "Yeah, so does everybody and they're mother". She shakes her head, "not like mine, mines not good for anything at all". It's in the back of her bow, another headache hits me. I get those weird flashbacks or flash forwards, I don't know. I keep up the conversation pretending that it didn't happen. "Bet you just don't know how to use it". She laughs at this, "maybe, just having it is enough, it was gift from my mother".

Oh, that's nice, I wonder if that's how (y/n) feels about the things I give her. "Well anyway, will you stay a little while", the girls in my face again. I sigh, she might be my only way of finding out how to get back. "Fine". "You will", She jumps up excitedly. "My names Aerith, yours". "Cloud".

The door behind us swings open. A Turk struts his way in, great. "Well, well, I'll see myself in thanks". I already don't like him. "And who's this", he leans towards me a bit. "This is Cloud, he's my bodyguard and SOLDIER". "A SOLDIER, what rank". I scoff, "First". He only laughs, "first, don't make me laugh, well you've got the eyes at least". "You said Cloud right, huh, just my luck I'm supposed to be looking for you as well". What does he need me for. "That girl your always with, Shinra's gonna need her back". Yeah right bitch, like I would let them. I pull my sword out and run at him. "So that's how you want it fine, let's do this".

(Y/n) pov

I shoot awake for a second night in a row. What time is it, the sun is out. There's a loud knock on the door. Slipping out of bed, I slowly drag the door open. In front of me is Barret and Tifa. On Barret's shoulder sits a little girl. "Hey kid, how you feelin", Barret asks. I only shrug. Tifa puts her hand on my shoulder, "how about you come to Seventh Heaven and have something to eat". I oblige, but I'm not really hungry.

I look around the cheerful setting of the bar. It seems as if it's almost mocking me. I sit a table in one of the darker corners. I lay my head on the table, still exhausted from the previous day. Along with the no sleep I got last night. A plate is the laced in front of me and a cup. "Here, this should boost you up some". I smile in response, I know it won't but there's no need to be rude. Tifa is probably hurting to, her and Cloud we're close. As much as I don't have an appetite, the food is pretty good. In the cup looks to be juice.

Tifa was right, that did make me feel a little better. "If you don't mind me asking, why is President Shinra looking for you", Barret asks. I take a deep breath, I almost forgot about that. "I don't know, I have no memory of the past 14 years". "I wish I knew, the only thing I have from my past life is that stupid backpack". "It's ok, you don't have to talk about", Barret lets the subject rest. I'm thankful, but he's got me thinking. If Barret knows so much about Shinra, he might be able to tell me what all those papers are about. "Barret", I stand to my feet! "Uhh, yeah", he raises his eyebrows at me. "I need you to look at something for me, I'll be right back", I rush out of the bar in excitement.

                                     Cloud's POV

"Hey wait for me", Aerith whines behind me. "Your going to fast", she says. "Oh, I thought you were too draft for SOLDIER". "Your mean", I shake my head. "Come on, I need to get you home so I can get back to Sector 7". "Oh, why so fast huh, got somebody waiting", she teases me. "Actually yeah, a kid". "I assumed after what Reno said", so that's his name. Perfect name for an asshole like him. "You know, you don't look old enough to have a kid", obviously. "I'm not, she's not mine, she just lives with me", I say that as nonchalant as possible.

I know it's awful to think but I know I can't get that attached to her. She'll be leaving soon, or will she. (Y/n) has been with me for a few Months now and we haven't found anything. "You seem to care an awful lot about her for a kid that just lives with you". She's right, but I'll never admit that. "She's just staying with me till her parents come back". Aerith must hear the irritation in my voice because she stops pressing the subject. I guess I've never really thought about what would happen if (y/n)'s did come back. She would go with them obviously but would I want her to. Would she want to, what if she doesn't.

I need to stop, I have to focus on getting Aerith home.

                                    (Y/n) pov

"So this was all left in your backpack", Barret says flipping through the papers. "Yeah, I figured because you know so much about Shinra , you might be able to make something of them". "Kind of, maybe not info about where to find your parents but maybe about what they did", Barret says. "I also thought that because of your fight against Shinra, maybe this stuff could help you". Barret looks up at me surprised. "Really", he asks. "Well yeah, from what I have seen and experienced Shinra seems like bad news to me". He laughs and ruffles my hair, "good to have you on the team".

"My only question though, why didn't you just ask Cloud right away, I mean he used to work for Shinra", Tifa says.      

                                  "Wait he what"?

[bonesmctightass]

ok so @bllbabaggins asked for a fic based off this post like a thousand years ago and i finally wrote it here you go babe, enjoy

It’s Saturday today. Real nice one, too. I’m sittin’ in my favorite chair by the window reading a real page turner about ghouls. I ain’t so sure they exist, ‘specially since I never seen one. Then again, I guess there are people who don’t believe in me, neither. It’s a great read but the novel’s more of an excuse not to look at Jim than anything else. He’s been starin’ a hole into my head for the last several minutes.

Last night we went to dinner with his friend Riley. I can’t stand the guy. Real ass, got no clue why Jim gives him the time of day. The guy’s made passes at him in front of me every time we’ve met up with him. Overly flirty, too handsy. Really makes my blood boil. Before we left the house Jim made me promise I’d behave.

I lied.

The evening started out fine. We went ‘round to the French quarter to get a meal at a local chophouse. Good meat. Real good. Riley kept his hands to himself over dinner and mostly kept the flirting to a minimum. I stared daggers at him once or twice, which earned me a nice elbow to the ribs. Other than that, everything was good. I was actually enjoying myself.

It was when we got to the saloon next door that things started goin’ downhill. For Riley.

We got a few rounds in us, we were all feelin’ good. The ale was nice. I prefer wine myself but I got no qualms about a good beer once in a while neither. And then Riley, a bit too drunk for his own good, reached across the table and tried to hold Jim’s hand. Jim, the angel, brushed him right off. Then he excused himself to take a piss and that’s when I made my move.

I let my fangs out and my eyes went red and I leaned over real slow. Said if he knew what was good for him he’d let Jim alone, otherwise he’d find his insides on his outsides. And then I put myself together and sat back in my chair to finish off my drink. Risky, I know, but who’d ever believe him? They’d say he just had one too many and imagined it. He practically ran out of the bar. When Jim got back I told him Riley had to go.

So now it’s morning and Jim’s still upset about our night being cut short. He don’t know what I did and I sure ain’t gonna tell him. I ain’t sorry. Ain’t never gonna be sorry. But I hate seein’ Jim anything other than happy, so I try to cheer him up a bit. I finally put the book down and turn to look at him.

“You want to go out again tonight?” I offer. “I could send for Riley if ya like.” It pains me to even suggest it but I know he won’t show even if I did.

Jim seems to soften a bit. “No, that’s alright. I just wish he would’ve said goodbye. Or at least told us he had some other engagement before he went out with us. It’s just rude. Soured my whole night.”

“I’m sure he had a good reason,” I lie. “I could take you out. Get a nice dinner, good drink. What say you to that, huh?”

He smiled at me then. “Sounds nice. What’ll we do until tonight, then?”

I had a few ideas. “Well, we could go out an’ take a nice walk. Sit down by the river and do some fishin’. Or we could… get cozy on the couch.” Maybe if I take his mind off the whole ordeal he’ll just forget about it.

“I might be in the mood. Why don’t you come over and help me relax?” Jim sounds playful and sweet and he reels me right in. I want to go to him.

Except I can’t.

The second I stand and take a step I find I can’t go any further. It feels… heavy. The air is static and sharp and pricks at my skin. It startles me. I take half a step back and feel normal again. I can hear Jim asking me what the matter is but I’m too distracted by the feeling to answer him. I try to press forward again, more forcefully this time, and I’m met with an intense pain. Feels like getting sunburnt or hearing a sermon. I reel backwards so fast I smash right into the wall.

Then Jim rolls up his sleeves and I can see the silver adorning his wrists. Fuck. He knows exactly what that does to me. I know I’m in trouble now.

“I ain’t dumb, Bones. I know exactly what you did last night. You think Riley wouldn’t come and tell me how your eyes changed and your teeth sharpened and you threatened to eat him alive?” Jim’s not yelling but he don’t need to.

God, now I really want to go to him. Get on my knees and grovel at his feet, beg for forgiveness. I try again but I can’t get any closer than five feet or so. “Jim, please. I’m sorry. He’s just… so awful. He touched you. A lot.” I know I’m whining and it’s undignified but I can’t help myself.

“You think I’m mad ‘cause you threatened Riley? No, that’s not it.”

Jim gets up off the couch and edges closer to me. I back up involuntarily until I’m flush against the wall. He gets just close enough for the silver to start irritating my skin.

“I’m mad ‘cause you exposed yourself and you could’ve gotten caught. What the hell were you thinking?” Okay, he’s yelling now. He’s really mad. The bite in his tone stings more than the silver. “You realize they could kill you if they find out, right? Is that what you want? You want to die because of some stupid petty thing like what happened last night?”

“No, Jim. I don’t want that. I had a lapse in judgement. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Yeah, you’re damn right it won’t happen again. I’m not taking this off until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Now I’m actually sorry about what I did. He’s right. I shouldn’t have done it. If I had any sense at all I would’ve just endured the night. But I was so damn jealous.

Several hours pass and I sulk through every single one of them. By the time dinner rolls around Jim hasn’t let me get any closer to him. Even though I know he’s wearing the bracelets it doesn’t stop me from trying. I’d tear myself apart to get to him and Jim knows it. I’ve never had to go a full day without touching him one way or another. This has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And that’s saying something, considering I’ve been on this Earth for centuries.

I’m in the threshold of the kitchen now. I can’t go in there without hurting myself so I’ve settled for sitting on the floor and watching him cook. Every once in a while he’ll look at me with pity in his eyes but he won’t relent. Jim’s as stubborn as I am. I don’t know what he’s making. He’s cutting… something. It smells sour and sharp and burns my nostrils. Eventually the odor is too much and I stumble backwards.

“What the hell is that?!” I hiss, covering my nose.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t like garlic.” He says it in this sweet little sing-song voice, taunting me.

“Jim, please. It won’t happen again, I’ll be good. Please stop.”

But I know he’s not going to, not until I’ve thought good and hard about my lack of self preservation in the face of tense situations. And I do. I think real hard about it. I think about it while he’s in the tub, teasing me with bare flesh and soft sighs while I’m stuck in the bedroom. And while he’s sleeping in our bed, which looks way too big for him. And the next morning, while he’s doing his stretches in one of my shirts and nothing else, making me jealous of the fabric hanging on his lithe frame.

I want him so bad I could fucking weep.

“I’ll never do it again, I swear!” I whine petulantly, hunched on the floor and begging. “I’ll be better. I won’t change outside the four walls of this house, I promise. Jim please, I just want to touch you. Just let me hold your hand. Say you forgive me.”

Jim looks at me, considering. I still can’t get out of the damn hallway. I’ve been pacing around outside the bedroom all night and I really can’t take it anymore. I’m coming apart at the seams. If this is the punishment that awaits me, I’ll never let my fangs out again. I’d rather starve to death than endure this hell on earth.

“Alright. I forgive you.”

I sit up so fast it’s a miracle I don’t give myself whiplash. “Really? You’ll get rid of the silver?”

“No. I’m keeping it so you know what’ll happen the next time you decide to be an idiot.” Jim takes the bracelets off and puts them into a lockbox. He takes the box and puts it into the attic above the bedroom.

As soon as they’re sufficiently hidden I feel such relief. In my haste to get to Jim I forget to take my strength into account and knock him right onto the floor. He laughs and squirms under my weight as I settle on top of him. It feels like coming home, finally getting to wrap my arms around him and hold him against me. He wanted to teach me a lesson and it worked. I’ve learned.

“Get off, you big oaf. You’re crushin’ me.” I know he’s not serious. He’s still laughing and weakly pushing at my head and shoulders.

“No way. I ain’t never lettin’ you go again. Not ever gonna make that mistake again. It’ll surely kill me.”

After a few minutes Jim finally settles and lets me have my way. We lay like that for a long time. I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat, goin’ steady and quiet against his chest. It sounds so nice. I don’t know why I ever let that guy get to me. I know Jim would never replace me. I have to stop feelin’ so fragile and insecure.

“I love you. You get that, right?” Jim says quietly.

“Yeah, I know it.” I tell him. “I love you, too.”  

[jpat82]

Bad Plan

CHAPTER 1: part 2

5am came way to soon. I sat in the make up chair, feeling like a zombie. The lady putting my make up on was a chatty lady, who to honest should lay off the caffeine pills.

“You know what I mean though?" She asked.

“Yep." It was all I could muster out, not even sure what I was agreeing to. Who cares though, I sipping on my Starbucks like it was life saving miracle drink that it was.

“Morning Renee." I heard that amazing accent come from somewhere behind me.

“Morning Karl." I sounded half dead.

“Someone not a morning person?" He asked sitting in the chair next to me.

“Not one bit." I took another sip of my coffee. "And if Satan were to find out I cheated again and grabbed coffee he would probably attempt my death for the hundredth time."

“Your secret is safe with me." He joked. "So, you remember your lines?"

“I have to talk? I thought I was just supposed to show up."

“Well, that is part of it."

“I think so, I'm still trying to figure out how I drove here to be honest."

“I think we all are." The morning went by in a blur with me trying say the phrase 'Kirk, red alert, we are on stand by. Commander, next order.' Which for some reason my brain kept going red Kirk alert. Yeah, after a dozen or so tries they decided a break was in order.

I went back to my trailer, being ticked off with myself.

“For some reason I can't even say the simplest phrase. 'Kirk, red alert.' With out stumbling over the words or saying them backwards. Oh btw, Benedict is in this movie." I sent my sister a quick text, a knock at the door snapped me back to reality.

“Come in."

“You okay?" Karl had followed me.

“Yeah, just irritated with myself. It's the stupidest thing to get tripped up over." I flopped back in the chair next to me.

“Hey, I get that." He stated leaning against the counter across from me. "It's nothing to get mad about."

“Sure you say that, but you've been at this a while. And your first movie wasn't a major motion picture, not that this is what I was going for but I still don't want to suck at this." I stood up and walked to the fridge, I grabbed an energy drink out.

“Your very correct, everyone gets tripped though. You'll be fine, your doing fine now." He reassured me, a knock on the door grabbed our attention.

“Come in, your just being nice." I replied, Chris came in.

“What if you just say Captian, red alert." He asked.

“I can't just say what I want."

“Why not?" Chris asked, leaning his hip against the door way. "We all do it every now and then.

“That's you, not me." I thought about how arrogant that sounded. "You're a seasoned actor, I'm a nobody."

“So, I'm sure simon's not going to care if you switch Kirk to captain." Chris responded, eyeing my energy drink, I motioned to my fridge. He excitedly rummaged to find himself one.

“Well, I just texted him." Karl announced, finally looking up from his phone. "Chris, your trainer is going to kill you for that."

“Well worth it." He stated after a long drink, ear to ear grin played across his face. Karl gave me a look as I drank from mine.

“Hey, I disobey mine everyday. So satan should just get used it." I shrugged as Simon walked in. The little trailer was getting crowded quite rapidly.

“Hey girly, I've heard you've been having problems with one of the lines." He looked tired, "if it's to much trouble go ahead and switch the wording."

“I'll be fine," I was getting annoyed with this, damn it I was going to say the line if killed me now. "I just needed to let my brain wake up."

A buzzing sound let us know that break time was over. We all got back on set and found our places. True to my word, I just needed to let my brain wake up and I finished the scene without anymore hiccups.

Filming went well, my sister responded to my text telling me how jealous she was that I was working with Benedict. The fact he was reprising his role as Kahn was weird, but it was more for a flashback then a major role this time.

After I was done filming for the day I had to go spend a couple hours going through hand to hand training. Not going to lie, it's pretty bad ass that they were training me instead of subbing me out with someone else.

“So, we are going to partner you up with who your going to fight in this scene." He told me as we stretched. So the whole thing went down that I was being forced by an enemy race to fight my own crew. Brain washed into helping the alien race, which was commanded by Tom, Loki anyone?

“Who am I sparring with?" I asked looking around, over stretching my arms. Being double jointed had its perks, for one dislocation doesn't happen often.

“Mr. Urban." He was very formal, for the first month he referred to me as Miss Winter. I had to win a bet to get him to stop. "But let's go while we wait."

We spent the next two hours sparring, throwing and blocking. Yes, it was all preplanned, but he wanted it to look real. Which meant I still ended up taking a hit or two on accident. Karl showed up just as the trainer was leaving.

“Sorry, I got caught up." He apologized sincerely.

“It's alright, man. I just have to go, I have a prior engagement. The two of can hang around and practice though." And out the door he ran. Suddenly I felt very awkward. Shorts and sports bra, I had given up on shoes a month ago. I couldn't move around in them and make it look fluid.

“Hey kid," he dropped his gym bag on the floor, I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. Kid? Really, he's only ten years older then me. "Ready?"

“Sure, but shouldn't you, I don't know, stretch first? I mean getting up there in your age a could fall mess up your hip." I quipped back. A coy smile played across his face. Oh yes, I just went there. "You started it."

“Your right I did." He suddenly sprang forward with a striking kick, I side stepped last minute as he caught me off guard. "Let's see if you have the endurance to keep up."

We both had been practicing the same set a moves for a long time. This was the first time we had done them together. I found myself tripping over my feet and forgetting what came next. Karl could see my frustration, especially after being kicked in the same leg for the third time because I kept forgetting to roll out of the way.

“Why am I sucking at this? I just went through all of this with Mike and didn't mess up once!" I sat on my ass, head in my hands. He just shook his head at me.

“It's like a dance, you are used to Mike’s moves. Even if it's the same steps over and over again." He reached down and pulled me to my feet. "Your not used to how I move, your body it's trying to figure it out and the brain is trying to keep up."

He went throw each punch, and kick toward me at a slower speed. Allowing me time to dodge and strike back.

“He became routine, comfortable." He stated as he grabbed my hand and pulled my feet with his. "Fighting is just as intimate as dancing, bodies respond differently to differently people." This is where his character was to render mine unconscious. "Shall we try it again?"

“Uh, sure?" Super hot guy, extremely sexy voice and body to body contact and your asking me if I want to go at this again?

*****

I walked into my house hours later, sore and tired. The last thing I wanted to do was walk up the stairs to my room. My sister and I live in a five bedroom Victorian home, so the stairs are narrow and steep. I wandered into the kitchen and made some hot peppermint tea.

“How was filming?" Her voice bubbled over, I jumped as she startled me.

“Ow!" I groaned. I motioned her to follow as I made way upstairs to the large bathroom.

“So?" She asked as she handed me the Epsom salts.

“Long, so very long. And painful." I responded drawing a hot bath. "I never realized how much energy it took not just to remember lines, but to be someone other then myself." She followed me to my room as I gathered my stuff.

“Why do you hurt then?" She grabbed my bathrobe I had dropped.

“There's a fight scene, I needed to go over it one more time before we film. Though I get a gut feeling I'll be doing that first thing in the morning."

“Ok, well, tell me more when your done." She backed out as I disrobed and lowered myself in. Steam curled around me and the heat penetrated my sore muscles. My phone went off on the edge of the tub.

‘How ya feelin', kid? That last throw, it looked like you took it wrong' it was from Karl. I sipped my tea and leaned my head back.

‘Feel great, like I could do that a million times.' I responded, letting the water work it's wonders. 'However on an unrelated note do you know any amazing chiropractors?'

‘I was about ask if you serious, cause you didn't move for a while after that.'

‘Yeah, that one sucked. Tomorrow is going to be painful.' It kinda felt odd to be texting Karl just cause of who he was but at the same time it felt really normal.

‘Just take a hot bath with some Epsom salts and take some Motrin. It will still hurt tomorrow but hopefully not as bad.' I laughed to myself.

‘Already doing that dr but thanks for the advise.'

‘Ha ha! Nice joke. I feel horrible, btw'

‘Why? Not your fault I twisted wrong.'

‘Still, I feel bad. Can I please get you a coffee tomorrow morning?' I couldn't help but smile.

‘Sure, sounds good.' My sister knocked on the bathroom door.

“You need anything?" She asked.

“Some Motrin."

******

I woke the next morning feel stiff, it hurt to move but I had a job to do and I needed to get going. I stopped by the kitchen and took Motrin and put a heat pack on my back before I left the house.

I stopped by make up and wardrobe before I found a nice place out of the way to stretch out my sore muscles before I did anything else. It felt amazing and painful at the same time as I was stretching.

“Morning kid." Ah my coffee was here. I threw a look over my shoulder, Karl was carrying two cups of coffee.

“Morning Urban." I walked over, taking my coffee as he handed it to me.

“How you feeling?" Concern washed over his face.

“Stiff, alittle bit of pain." I took a long sip, rejoicing in the caffeine.

“You took something for it, right?"

“Nah, I though I'd wellow in the pain. Of course I took something, Dr." Might as well call it like I see it.

“Well in that case, I'm going to have argue with you on working today." His natural accent disappeared, replaced with one that had a slight southern drawl to it. He had instantly snapped into McCoy without notice.

“Okay, the whole dropping your accent thing freaks me out." I responded going back to stretching.

“And why is that? You've already admitted you didn't even realize it was me when you first met me because I have an accent."

“Because, sir, I have gotten used to you talking normally when your not acting and it sounds odd now." I leaned to the side and then down. My back seized for a mintue, and I lurched.

“Hey now, take it easy." He was right behind me, hands on my waist. "Don't injure yourself further before we even start today."

“I'm fine, really." I stated, trying to get the fact he was touching me out of my head.

“You know you keep using that word, I don't think you know what it means." He whispered into my ear, Tom and Zachary had walked up and Karl had let go of my waist. Leaving me slightly confused.

“Morning boys." I announced, grabbing my foot and bringing it my hip from behind me.

“Good morning, Renee." Tom replied, Zachary just nodded and took a long drink from his coffee mug, looks like I wasn't the only one who didn't care much for mornings.

@kitkatkl

[planitlady-blog]

Mini fic idea: SF Papyrus being taken care of by an S/O who loves caring for others. Like the S/O trapping him in bed with duvets, yummy (actually cooked and not cold from a can) food, funny films and lots of cuddles, giving him a chance to take a break from his anxiety (Sans has been sent on a goose chase somewhere chasing heffalumps through a wood or some shit) xx

(I had an extra idea for this and I SOOO want to write it but I’m gonna just change it up a bit and make it a crush rather than S/O. Hope that’s ok! ALSO THIS TURNED OUT TO BE KINDA LONG so I put it under a cut. Sorry lol.)

Sans was actually the one who had set you up to the task. That’s not to say you hadn’t had the idea first, Sans just came up to you and voiced his concern for his brother very LOUDLY and asked if you would do something about it. He knew how close the two of you were and he was sure at this point his brother would only listen to you.

You had been mulling over your options for a while ever since his sudden change in demeanor that night on the patio. Sure, you and Paps were good friends! But…close?

You’re face felt hot all of a sudden and you shook your head to clear it.

He needed your help. He was obviously distressed, but for some reason you felt like you were going to make it worse.

“Sans…I’m not sure he really wants to see me right now.”

The guard scoffed and rolled his eyes, fists planted firmly on his hips. “HARDLY. YOU’RE ALL HE TALKS ABOUT ANYMORE. IT’S ANNOYING.”

You frowned at that. It didn’t make any sense. Wasn’t he upset with you?? He sure seemed like it  at the party. You definitely didn’t think he’d be missing you of all people at this point.

“I’LL BE GONE FOR THE DAY TOMORROW SO YOU CAN WORK YOUR ‘MAGIC’ THEN. I HAVE HAD FIRST HAND EXPERIENCE AS YOUR BESTIE AND I AM WELL AWARE YOU ARE UP TO THE TASK.” He sounded embarrassed to admit it but gave a stiff nod, “…I TRUST YOU WILL MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER.”

“Awww….Sans! That’s so sweet.”

He went scarlet at that, “SHUT UP!! I AM NOT!”

“Are too~”

“I WILL RIP OUT YOUR TONGUE.”

You were chased out of the house laughing by a shouting skeleton trailing behind you and telling you to be ready for tomorrow.

The next morning you gathered up a few of your favorite movies, your softest blankets, and some ingredients to bake cookies. (Double chocolate fudge chip. It was Pap’s favorite)

It was about nine when you reached the Skeleton brothers’ house, a duffel bag slung over your shoulder. It was time to get to work. Sans had flung the door open just as you reached the top step. He was dressed casually to go out and had a bag over his shoulder as well.

“I WILL BE GONE THE ENTIRE DAY. ME AND ALPHYS ARE CHECKING OUT THE AMUSEMENT PARK IN TOWN. HE IS STILL IN BED, AS USUAL….”

He sort of stood idle on the threshold for a moment and blinked. “THANK YOU, BY THE WAY.”

You smiled warmly at him and wrapped him up in a quick hug which he immediately protested and tried to wiggle out of.  You laughed and set him down and he huffed as he pushed past you, blushing again.

“It’s no problem Sans! I’ll see you tonight!”

He waved his hand without looking back and you closed the door. It was quiet.

You shrugged off your bag and kicked off your shoes.

“Papyrus?” No answer. You rolled your eyes and trudged up the stairs to his room. The door was shut tight and for a split second you regretted not asking Sans for a key. Paps always kept it locked.

But then a muffled voice sounded from behind the door; “the fuck you want?”

You hesitated. He sounded kind of…irritated.

“I uh…heard you were feelin’ a little down in the dumps. I brought some stuff!”

There was shifting from inside and you held your breath.

“…don’t want it. you can leave.” His voice was strained.

“Papyrus…please at least come out?”

“nah.”

You tried the doorknob and miraculously it opened with very little resistance. The first thing that hit you was the smell. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was strong. Like dust and teakwood. It was dark and you had to squint into the room to make out faint shapes. The curtains were drawn tight, there was no light getting in.

“Papyrus…?” you could make out his form on the bed. He wasn’t even covered, just laying there staring at the ceiling. His glowing eyelights disappeared as he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

“what.” His tone was short and clipped.

You frowned and put your hands on your hips. “Fine. I’ll just leave then.”

You actually disappeared for a moment to go grab the blankets you had stuffed into your bag. He turned his head to watch you go and looked even more crestfallen than before.

Then he jolted as he heard your footsteps scampering back up the stairs and before he could blink you were jumping on top of him with an armful of duvets.

“y/n–!!”

Suddenly you were being suspended in the air surrounded by glowing magic. You giggled at the sensation, looking down at a now blushing Papyrus. Your hair was hanging down and framing your face as a laugh bubbled up between your lips.

The skeleton gulped.

“You just gonna leave me hanging Papy?” You dropped the blankets and they landed on top of him with a soft poof. You went limp and sighed dramatically. “Come on dude. I brought Movies! And cookie stuff! And I’ll make you a grilled cheese if you put me down and you know…get up.”

His soul clenched in his chest. He slowly sat up to make room for you on the bed before unceremoniously dropping you onto the covers. You righted yourself and pushed the hair out of your face, sitting crossed legged across from him.

He looked pained to see you there though. Your smile faltered.

“Listen…Paps…” You had a chunk of hair in your hands now that you were brushing through nervously, “I know you’re like..upset with me or something. I just want to know what I did wrong?”

He sighed in defeat. He couldn’t bring himself to keep sulking around like this. Especially not around you. “you…. didn’t do anything, sweetheart.”

You leaned over and punched his shoulder, “Shut up!” his eyes widened at you, “I know I did….something. But I promise I’m going to make it up to you today.” you patted the Duvets.

He chuckled and slapped a hand into them. They were really soft…

He fell face forward into the pile of blankets and groaned. You snorted at that and laid down on your back beside him.

“So, I figured after some duvet cuddling, and probably another mid-morning nap knowing you, I could make grilled cheese and soup for lunch! Like homemade soup. Not that gross stuff you always buy in the can that comes out looking like entrails.”

“it makes me feel like a zombie.”

You smacked his shoulder and grinned, “You’re such a kid. Seriously that stuff is like, chock full of sodium. You can’t eat out of a can everyday.”

He rolled onto his back too and let out a long breath through his nasal cavity.

“Ok naps over.” You hopped up and grabbed his arm. “You’ve been laying around for days. I’ll make you lunch and then we can bake cookies!!”

Papyrus groaned and went limp. Your tugging was no use.

“Papyruuuuusssssssssssssss  PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE.”

“mmmmmmmmm……..ok” You were pulling all your weight backwards when he just disappeared right from the bed. You yelped and fell backwards only to be caught by a pair of strong, warm arms.

It was Papyrus, obviously.

He was laughing at the look on your face and you went scarlet.

Lunch went smoothly after that. Paps seemed really grateful for a homecooked meal, though you could never understand why he liked grilled cheese so much. You could make plenty of other things.

It was when he was sitting at the kitchen table, watching you bustle about getting all the ingredients together to make those cookies you knew he liked, that he sort of just went quiet. You were really going out of your way for him and it was touching to say the least. The Underground didn’t have anyone like you. He wasn’t used to this kind of affection. But when you came along you were pelting him with it 24/7.

He liked hanging out with you. He liked YOU. But he was so unwaveringly sure that you could never return his affections he restrained himself more than he normally would around some girl he was just trying to get into bed.

But that’s not what he wanted with you was it? Well, not JUST that at least. He wanted this. Quiet days when he could have you close.

He just wanted to hold you…

You turned around and tapped the table with your spoon.

“Yo. Earth to Paps. You ok?”

He blinked. You were gazing at him steadily, eyes full of concern. His soul clenched for the second time that day.

“uh…yeah. you almost done?”

You smiled, “Well, I just put the cookies in the oven. We can go set up the movie now if you want.”

“sure.”

You nodded, setting down the spoon and pulline the apron over your head. The two of you wandered into the living room where you had set your bag and you plopped yourself down in front of the DVD player.

“So today I have…Serendipity, Zombieland, the Shining…oh! Mean GirlsI I don’t think….Papyrus?”

You had glanced up and paused. He was just standing there. Looking at you. Staring at you.

It was too much, he felt like he was running out of breath. It wasn’t like anything spectacular had just happened either. You were just sitting there on his floor. Trying to pick out a movie for the two of you to watch and it almost felt like the universe was trying to play some cruel joke on him.

This was almost normal. This was almost…completely content.

But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be because he knew! He knew you couldn’t…that you didn’t…

“i’m in love with you.”

It came out in a short breath and for a second it didn’t even feel like he had really said it. Like his mouth had moved of it’s own accord.

“W-what?” Your heart stopped beating for a second. It was like everything froze. You were clutching onto a DVD case so tight you thought it might break.

And then he started tearing up.

“i….” He clenched his jaw and balled his hands up into fists, refusing to look at you. “i’m…..i’m fucking in love with you ok? never felt like this before but…” he breathed out shakily but his next words were just as strained, “pretty fuckin sure..”

You stood up slowly. His magic was oozing this staticy out of control pressure buzzing across your skin. He glanced at you and the look in his eyes almost made your heart break into a thousand little pieces.

“a-and i know you don’t…you can’t…at the party you said. ‘you’re such a great friend papyrus!’ right after i tried to…to..”

You placed a hesitant hand on his arm and he looked down at it frantically and faltered.

“i…..was trying to kiss you! ya know. i thought the mood…and it seemed like you was leanin’ in and i just–”

Before he could say another word you grabbed his face and cut him off by pressing your mouth squarely to his own.

His eyes widened, his pulse quickened. Your eyes were screwed  shut with determination to pour every ounce of your love for him into one gesture and he was sure you knocked all the breath right out of him. His eyes slid shut and he grabbed you. He yanked you close and held you so tight you though you might bruise. His hand was at the back of your head and tilting it up to deepen the kiss.

When you finally pulled away you were  breathless and blushing. He had gone completely red.

“i…”

“I love you too.”

He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and you probably were.

“heh…” he went in for another kiss, which you gladly accepted. And than another..and another…

When Sans got home it was late. He walked into the living room only to be greeted by a shifting duvet and the sound of breathy laughter.

He immediately went red and dashed off to his room, not about to deal with…whatever THAT was at this ungodly hour.

You peeked your head out from the duvet and Papyrus did too.

“is he gone?”

“Heh yeah. Would he really burn my copy of Mean Girls if he caught us watching it?”

Papyrus reached over you for the remote and flicked the TV on again, “yep. he hates the movie. i just wanna see the broad get run over by a bus.”

You dissolved into laughter and went back to clutching him under the pile of blankets you two had situated on the couch.

Papyrus smiled and felt the happiest he had in years.