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sexy-bee-juice · 4 years ago

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“I love[d] you”

Pairing: Tsukishima x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, light mentions of smut??(i am so sorry if its bad but i’ve never written it so-), fighting [karasuno throwin hands-]

Summary: Tsukki cheats on reader, and the team finds out after you break down.

https://youtu.be/50VNCymT-Cs

heres a song to make it worse. Im sorry.

“Kei?”

“Hmm?” He said, looking up from his book.

You were both in bed, cuddling, you looking through your phone, with your boyfriend of only one year beside you. Sure, it’s only been a year, but you’ve been crushing on him since middle school. Feelings ran deep.

You smiled at him.

“I love you.” He stared at you for only a moment, then looked away blushing.

“I love you too.” Then he reached over and kissed you lightly on the forehead. “To the moon and back.”

It had been nearly four months since you had first said those words to Kei, and you were still head over heels for him.

You were the manager for the Karasuno Volleyball Club, and a third year. You were only making your way to the gym where they were practicing, skipping along, happy because the older third years were coming back to see the team.

Kageyama and Hinata were going to be ecstatic, especially Hinata. Suga, Azumane, and Sawamura were already on their way. Then your phone beeped with a message from Kei.

can’t make it to practice today, head hurts tell evryone else

You frowned. When you had left his house earlier he seemed fine... Oh well. Later you just needed to make him some of that tea you had at your house that your mother always made for you when you had a headache.

alrightyyyyy. see you after practice. i’ll tell the alums u cant make it bby! hope you feel better soon! :)

No reply. You brushed it off, as he usually did this to you. Plus his head hurt as well.

You checked the time, and jumped as you saw you were still ten minutes away from the gym, and you were supposed to be there fifteen minutes before everyone else. AHHHHHHH. Gotta rush, gotta rush, gotta rushhhhh. You thought as you ran as fast as you could to where practice was gonna be.

When you finally reached the school, you saw that Shoyo and Tobio were already there, with Shoyo bouncing around, singing whatever song he came up with, probably mere minutes before, and Tobio aggressively yelling at him, trying to pull him down.

“Hey guys! Stop that sorry Im late lets get inside and you two can start warming up before everyone else gets here oh my god I need water-” You said, out of breath and gasping, dripping in sweat.

Shoyo smiled and offered you his hand to the place where you had fallen on the ground.

“Hey! No worries y/n-Chan! I have some water for you here! Well, it was supposed to be for me, but you can have cuz I don't need it and I’m sure I can get someone else to share with me!” You smiled up gratefully at Shoyo, and took his extended hand, pulling yourself up.

An instant sense of cool relief flowed over you as you swallowed down the chilling water. God, you couldn’t have asked to be the manager for a better team.

Soon, the rest of the team began to minnow in, laughing and talking, carefree as usual, until (as expected) Shoyo nearly jumped on Tobio after giving the loudest screech ever.

“Jeez, what happened? GET OFF ME YOU RUNT! SCRUB! IDIOT! I SWEAR I’LL-” The words died in his throat as he saw who has just entered the gym.

“AH! SUGA-SAN! AZUMANE-SENPAI! CAPTAIN! NOYA-SANNNNNN! TANAKA-SENPAI!!!!” You smiled, looking back to the alums of Karasuno.

“AHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHOYOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Bellowed Noya as he jumped over to Shoyo, Tanaka at his heels.

“BROOOOOOOO WE MISSED YOU!” said Tanaka, tackling both Tobio and Shoyo in a hug, lifting them both off the floor.

“HEY GERROF!” said Tobio, muffled by his jacket.

You walked up to the older alums, smiling greetings and welcomes.

“So? How’s things with you all?” You asked.

“Ehhh, same old, same old. How you managing...as...manager-? I- wait-” stutters Azumane.

“No, no, its fine. These two still fight and bicker but they’re easy to manage nowadays.”

“oh? Jeez, y/n-Chan, you have it easy.” Said Suga. “When I was still here as a third-year, it was definitely harder to manage them, and the rest of the team...”

You smiled, happy to see them, and continued watching the four freaks reunite.

“I miss my children...” You heard Suga murmur, barely discernable from the now probably-not-human-noises the four were making. Daichi and Azumane were trying their best not to burst out laughing behind Suga, who was wistfully staring at his “children”.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Daichi-san asked you the one thing you forgot to tell them.

“So...where’s Tsukishima?” He asked, looking around as if your boyfriend were hiding. As if he would do something so childish.

“oh! Yeah, I forgot to tell you all. He said to tell you all. He said he had to skip today because his head was hurting.”

“Ah, yes. The head pain. An unfortunate enemy.” said Tanaka-san, looking up from the place he was wrestling with the team. You giggled.

“Well, when Kiyoko-senpai arrives i think i might leave for a bit to take care of Kei, then i’ll come back, just letting you guys know, so don’t-”

“SHIMIZU-SENPAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” You heard Noya and Tanaka yell simultaneously.

“And that’s my cue-” You said swiveling to the door, and sprinting back to the Tsukishima residence.

As the door was always open for you, you didn’t even bother knocking, but entered right away. Nobody seemed to be home either.

As you silently made your way to your boyfriends room, you saw that you were pretty much already a significant part of their lives. They had pictures of you with them all, framed. Sticky notes with reminders for you on the fridge. You even had a spot at the table with them, for the nights you stayed for dinner.

Truly, this was your home.

https://youtu.be/Mhj15W23IjA [more pain, you masochist’s]

You smiled softly as you made your way to his bedroom, humming along the way, so any other sound went unnoticed by you.

As you reached his door, you smiled at the little dino sticker he had stuck there at the beginning of your relationship. It was worn, but it still stuck there, serving as a reminder.

“It’s so you don’t get lost when you need to find me in the house. It shouldn’t be hard, but knowing you, you can go out for milk then buy a swimming pool.” You smiled as he smacked it on, and he turned the knob to his door, permitting you to enter.

You turned the knob.

“Tsukki? I know I should have come earlier or something but could you help me with-”

“Idiot. Just get in here. I couldn’t care less anyways, what? Can’t solve a simple question?”

“Tsukiiiiiiii, stop being so meaaaannnn.” he smirked at you.

“Don’t call me that.” you blinked up at him.

“uhhhh...call you what?”

“Tsukki. Don’t call me that.”

“oh. um. ok then.”

“call me Kei.”

you smiled up at him, tears swimming in your eyes.

You cracked open the door.

“Y/n?” He opened the door to his room, the dinosaur sticker still on it, only a couple months old.

“Yuppers.” he tilted your face up to him with his thumb and forefinger. “I-oh.”

Then he leaned down and kissed you ever so softly on your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“I want you to stay with me forever...” He whispered.

“I will.” He smiled.

“Then I will too”

And you opened the door, smiling to yourself due to all the memories you made in this very spot.

Then your eyes widened.

no.

NO.

NO...

It can’t be real...

Kei would never.

but he.... he did.

And he didn’t even notice you open the door, he didn’t even see you or hear the gasp you let out as you took in what you saw. He only looked up from the girl he was fucking in front of him, sweaty and panting, bites and scratches over his back and on his neck, when you slammed the door.

No tears ran down your face, like most people. You just ran back to the gym, not even really getting tired just...numb.

he promised. He promised to be yours forever.

but he must have crossed his fingers. done something stupid. because he lied. he wasn’t ever soley yours. he wasn’t, he couldn’t be.

But still. You couldn’t cry.

1) You don’t cry. You never cried.

2)You couldn’t let anyone see you weren’t ok.

Fake it ‘till you make it.

“WAIT. Y/N! WAIT, WAIT WAIT, DON’T GO!” But why would you listen?

Everything went by in a blur. you were minutes away from the gym.

Minutes away from safety.

Then you could hide behind a mask and never let anyone see.

“Oh, hey y/n-Chan! That was kinda quick.” Said Daichi. You inhaled, pushing everything away.

You giggled.

“Uh, yeah. Kei had his mom there so I left it up to her, plus he told me to get back to practice.” He smiled.

“Glad to hear he’s doing alright.” You smiled back.

“Yeah. Anyways. Anything happen while I was gone?” He shook his hed.

“Just the usual. Noya and Tanaka with the freak twins are in a two-on-two, trying to kill each other, and Suga and Asahi are kinda trying to stop the death part.”

“Ah. I see. The norm then.”

“Y/n!” You froze.

NO. nononono not now.

Why would he do this if he never really cared?

“Oh, hey look! Its Tsukishima!” Said Daichi, a smile still on his face.

But rather than running towards him, like you usually would, you ran away. Right into the gym, and...

Right into Suga’s arms.

“Hey, slow down a bit or you might be worse than Noya and knock me over!” He smiled at you. But he was just too intuitive for his own good, damn it, and his smile fell immediately.

“Is something the matter?” You composed your expression, smacking a smile back onto your face, and as you opened your mouth to say all was fine, you were cut off.

“Y/n! no no no I can explain!” You looked at Suga. Fear in your eyes. Did he figure it out? But you didn’t want to look at Kei right now. You couldn’t.

“y/n? What happened?” You looked back up at him.

“...Nothing. I’m fine.”

“No! Y/n! You don’t understand! I love you! And only you!”

Oh, he shouldn’t have said that.

Because that’s what broke you.

And soon you had squirmed out from Suga’s grasp and fallen onto the floor, sobbing. You never cried. But if you didn’t just this once, you might have exploded.

“Y/n?! What-?”

Then suddenly the whole team was surrounding. You, some of them kneeeling down to your height.

“...y/n? W-what happened?” Asked Yamaguchi. You looked up at him, tears still streaking down your face.

“I-It was...I don’t-”

“Y/n! Y/n, please listen! Please, please, please I’m begging you!” Called Kei as he finally reached the doors to the gym, panting and gasping.

“Why would I listen to you? H-How am I supposed to believe anything you say anymore?”

At this, he reeled back, your words finally hitting him.

But before anyone moved, Daichi looked between both of you, and crouched down beside you. And so softly, he whispered:

“Did he...Please don’t tell me he did...? He cheated...?” You nodded and started to sob harder, and soon you were wrapped up in his embrace, while he petted the back of your head, whispering consoltations into your ear.

Unfortunately for Kei, the whole team heard.

“He did what to you?” Asked Noya, staring right at you, a stone cold expression on his face.

“He cheated on her.” Said Daichi, looking between you and Tsukki. “Tsukishima cheated on y/n.”

“And in the next moment, before anyone could react, Suga was standing right in front of Tsukki, glaring at him with the most terrifying expression on his face anyone has ever seen.

“You did what?”

“I- I c-cheat-” But before Tsukki could finish sentence, Suga had punched him right in the face.

“HOW COULD YOU?!?! WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO THAT TO ANYONE?!?” He screamed, tears now streaming down his face. “SHE LOVED YOU WITH ALL HER HEART AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER!” He pointed to you and Daichi.

“I-I didn’t m-mean to-” Stuttered Tsukki, eyes blown wide in fear, tears prickling in the corner, so close to spilling over.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!” It looked like he was ready to land another punch across his face before Noya and Tanaka were there holding him back, and began to bring him back to where you were, still screaming at Tsukishima, tears likewise streaming down his face.

“Hold her.” Ordered Daichi, looking at Suga, who nodded and cradled you, still shaking.

“Hey, hey, calm down, I’m here, i’m here...”

This time Noya and Hinata were standing right in front of the boy who so towered over them.

“I don’t want you to come near her for a while. I don’t want to look at you anymore.” Said Noya, serious as ever. Tsukishima nodded.

As he looked to Hinata, he realized that tears were pricking the corners of his eyes, and he looked mad. Really mad. Then suddenly, he was on the ground, a sharp pain in his back.

Hinata had pushed him. He looked down at him, and shook his head, as if saying no.

But he didn’t say anything, and just walked away.

But, why? Why didn’t he yell? Why didn’t he scream? Why was he so... SO DAMN QUIET?!

Before Noya could do anything, as he was expected to do, Tanaka was there, herding them both away, and completely ignoring Tsukishima. Whatever they were doing, it made it worse.

Azumane couldn’t even go near Tsukishima.

Not only because he didn’t want to be near him, but because he was afraid. Not afraid of Tsukishima, no.

He was afraid because he might lose control. He might hurt him.

Then Daichi was there.

“I don’t want you to even come near her until she’s ready to talk to you. Do you understand me?” He nodded. Daichi glared at him for a minute that could have been an hour, a moment completely suspended in time.

“Then get out of here.” And Tsukishima scrabbled to his feet, not once looking away from Daichi until he was completely up on his feet. Only then did he let the tears fall.

You were gone now. And look what he did.

As he ran away from the Gym, you thought it was laughter you heard coming from Tsukishima, when really, he was sobbing.

You kept listening even as his cries echoed through the clearing, and even when they were gone.

“I loved you, Tsukishima.” You whispered.

a/n: Makin myself cry here

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sckyie · 4 years ago

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word count: 1.1k

genre + warning: fluff; comforting when sick

pronouns used: they/them

a/n: i rewrote an old fic i have on my wattpad

mr. dino man: hey kageyama said you looked sad when you passed him in the hall, you okay?

you: not really, i'm not having a good day and i didn't pass my exam

mr. dino man: well if you'd study like i said you should've, you're would've passed

you: whatever

mr. dino man: awww little baby upset i told them the truth?

you: i'm going home alone

you: i'm not particularly fond of your bullying as of rn

you: i have a migraine and everything is bugging me. ill text you tmr

mr. dino man: wait, baby i was joking

mr. dino man: don't leave me on read

Tsukishima stares at his phone just as the final bell began. His teacher dismisses class and he goes to look for you where you'd wait for him. You weren't there like you usually were. In actuality, you had gone home early. He sighed, checking your location to see that you were already at home.

He took a deep breath before walking towards Coach Ukai's store. Tsukki enters the shop, greeting his coach once he enters. "Tsukishima? Aren't you supposed to be back at the school?" He asks.

"Is it okay if I miss today? Y/n isn't feeling well and I made it worse when I talked to them. I can make it up tomorrow?" He asks.

"You're lucky today is just conditioning," Ukai scolds. "You owe me extra tomorrow."

"Yes sir," He bowed. Tsukishima walks down the aisles with a basket. He places onigiri, instant ramen, and some tea in before walking towards the medicine aisle. "Do you know what treats migraines?" Tsukki asks aloud as he looks at the different boxes.

"A nicer boyfriend," Ukai laughs. "The orange box." He makes his way to the cash register to have his items scanned.

"Thanks Coach," He says as the items are getting bagged. The two say their goodbyes before Tsukishima makes his way to your house. As he approaches your doorstep, he notices your parents about to leave. "Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. L/n."

"Oh Tsukki! You're here early, Y/n isn't feeling well. They're locked up in their room," Your mom explain.

"I know, is it alright to come in and cook for them?" Tsukishima asks. Your parents agree, telling him where things are in the kitchen. He enters and place everything on the counter. He takes out what is necessary in making instant ramen. He decided to add some vegetables and ginger to make you feel a bit better.

You never took Tsukishima as the cooking type. It took you by surprise the first time he cooked for you. It had always been buying take out and eating at restaurants or in some cases you'd cook for him.

As he was chopping up green onions, you could smell the aroma of the soup from your room. You lugged yourself to the living room, expecting to see one of your parents. You furrowed your brows once you spot your boyfriend cooking. "Kei? What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I came over because you said you weren't feeling well. And because I know you, you weren't going to take you medicine and just sleep," Tsukishima says. "I'm making tofu ramen with vegetables."

"But I'm not-" You started, his eyes met with yours sending a chill down your spine.

"You are hungry because Yachi said you didn't eat at lunch," He scolds. "Here, eat one of these and take the medicine I bought you." He held out an onigiri and the bottled tea.

"Thank you Kei," You say softly, walking to sit at the dinner table. You unwrap the little triangle and munch on it while Tsukki continues to make your guys' food. He watches you take the medicine to make sure that you don't just say you took it.

"Do you need help?" You ask.

"Yeah," Tsukishima says. "Go set up your bed for us to cuddle later after we eat. Also pick out a movie."

"Wait what about cooking?" You tilt your head.

"Go, just let me take care of you, no questions," He says. You nod, walking over to give him a kiss before you went to the bedroom. He leans down and pecks your lips before letting you go.

You clean off your bed where your uniform was laid and your stuffed animals scattered. You pulled out an extra blanket from the closet, placing it on the bed. You turn on your laptop and look for a movie to watch.

"Food's done!" Tsukki called out. You walked over to see him place two bowls on the table for the both of you. You seat yourself across him and you looked down at the noodles.

"Thank you bubba," You say.

"No problem," He says.

"Aw, there's ginger in it," You whine.

"Eat it, you'll feel better," He says. You pout at his words, dreading to eat the musty root. You slurped up the noodles, the flavor of the ginger hit your throat making you shut your eyes. "You're so cute." He laughs at your scrunched face.

"Shut up," You say after chewing your noodles.

After the two of you finished eating, you attempt to wash the dishes but he shoves you away from the sink. "Warm up the bed, I'll bring you ice cream," He says, cleaning up the bowls. You sighed, kissing his cheek and walking towards your bedroom.

Snuggling into the sheets, you waited for your boyfriend to join you. After few minutes, he walked in with a bowl of your favorite ice cream and two spoons. He hands you the dessert before laying himself beside you. His arms drape around you, pulling the laptop on his lap with his free hand.

"When Marnie was There? What movie is this?" He asks, looking at the title.

"Oh, my friend recommended it," You say scooping some ice cream to feed Tsukki. "Thank you by the way...I'm grateful for you..."

"You're welcome," He says. "Sorry for being mean to you babe."

"It's okay," You say looking up at him. "I love you."

"I love you too," He places his lips on yours. "You taste like ginger."

"Oh hush," You laughed. The two of you finished up eating the ice cream together as you watched the movie. You snuggled into your boyfriend's chest as you watched. Shortly after settling into his body, you began to slowly close your eyes.

"Woah, that's trippy," Tsukki says, looking at you. "Oh, you're sleeping."

"No, I'm-" You get interrupted by a yawn. "Okay maybe I am sleepy."

"It's fine if you sleep Y/n," He says. "We can finish this movie later."

"Mhm," You hummed. You listened to his heartbeat as you were slowly falling asleep. You had that fuzzy feeling in your stomach as Tsukishima held you. It was the first time in a while where he spoiled you. You were more than thankful to have him with you. "I love you."

"I love you more idiot," He says, kissing the top of your head. He reaches over to turn off the lamp and put your laptop on the desk. He shifts his body to hold you easier before slowly falling asleep with you.

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likemymask · 4 years ago

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One Piece Daemon AU

Presented with only slight spelling corrections and some elaborations, the mess of a One Piece Daemon/His Dark Materials AU that would not leave me alone and would only let me work on it at 1-3AM.

Also now I’m writing snippets for it just like my Gundam Wing and Star Trek daemon AU. Because.

Luffy: sea king with Conqueror Haki so they can’t be controlled. Separated but not because that’s as free as you can get. Fuck yea, she’s in north blue chilling the fuck out (heh) half the time and being absolutely chaotic as shit the other half. Her attitude is diametrically opposed to what Luffy is doing at the time. LOL she runs/swims into Shanks when Luffy’s still barely a pirate so he has no idea (not that the marines do either) one time. This 2000ft tall monster is squinting at him, and he thinks he’s about to get ate and then she goes “oh you’re so much smaller now!” Cause of course she spent her formative years as a baby version of his daemon. The entire crew is goddamn losing it, cause what kind of monster is this that even Red Hair’s Haki can’t control it, until Shanks yells out her name and then everyone loses it further still. I have decided Eastern dragon aesthetic but water/earth theme as opposed to Kaido’s air/fire theme. Still blue, but blue-green, tiger stripes cause camoflage and also badass and maybe she settles after Luffy meets Zoro’s daemon *whistles*

Zoro: tiger obviously normal colors or green and black cause why the fuck not, Zoro is not into stealth really. ”The only one who can call me stupid is me. “ “.....stupid” Cat vs sword fight ensues. Can be found cuddling Chopper when Zoro’s tired, super sloshed, both.

Nami: monkey? Lemur: small, fast, quick hands, caring but only when you prove you deserve it. Absolutely torments Zoro’s when she’s pissed because tigers can’t normally climb fucking main masts but a) she parkours and b) when has that ever stopped Zoro/her? Likes to hang out in the tree grove, absolutely pick pockets people while Nami plays distraction.

Robin: cat some kind of cat not big CARACAL. Looks aloof but absolutely ready to be ridiculous at any opportunity.

Franky: dog or dolphin. Something excitable loyal ready to throw down Newfoundland? Big, friendly, over-excitable, likes water and sailing...yes.

Usopp: Corvid or monkey; curious, intelligent, stubborn, inventive, tool solving/using. Lives in groups/troops and cares for others. Probably corvid, too similar to Nami otherwise. Crow most likely.

Sanji: swan. Black, and absolutely a viper and very sorry about Sanji’s attitude towards woman cause she’s more refined about it. Same intensity though. Will bite the shit out of you. Tiger vs swan fight, GO. Do also groom each other though cause human affectionate displays are stupid sometimes.

Fishmen don’t have daemons its another conflict and excuse for racism.

Law: wolf but like starved and Eurasian crazy with it. LONG leggos. Spiky black fur around the head, grey black white speckled cause T R A U M A

Ace: was a fire hawk, no actual fire but red as hell and BIG tail and wings. Her species not liked on most islands cause they don’t leave once they’re settled. They stand their ground. More angst ha ha. Never met settled Luffys daemon because I’M A MONSTER.

Sabo: never settled until he learned Ace was dead and then she settled as fire hawk because trauma and angst and also he knows who he is now. Not being settled was useful for a while when he did infiltration etc but now they’re both happy/sad about it.

Garp. Big dog. Bull mastiff dog. Not good with kids only with attacking things and defending but very loyal. Also big. “ Bullmastiffs are also difficult even for adults to control, so they aren’t a good choice if your child wants to help walk the dog. They like to please and crave attention, but they’re so big that even a well-intentioned nudge can end up hurting small children. ” HMMMMM RINGS A BELL, THIS DOES

Chopper: also no daemon or if so then monkey because HANDS. OH BOI THAT MUST HAVE BEEN A FUN THING. EAT SOME FRUIT, WAKE UP WITH A SOUL. Wait no people think he’s a pet. No daemon then.

Mihawk: literally whatever Shank’s daemon is he insists this is why they’re friends while Mihawk wine aunts in the background. He’s more refined though than Shanks and his soul (this is not a challenge). Like absolutely cold as ice until he cracks a pun, but no one believes the victim cause no way Mihawk would do that. Soooo proud, regal, loyal but willing to have a good time. Some kind of dog or cat. Big and fast and POWER. Could do big cat to be more like Zoro or a dog/canid to foil it. Maned wolf?

Vivi: it’s lazy to say her bird Caracue I can’t spell it’s one am but imma do it. KAROO HOW THE FUCK DID I MISSPELL THAT.

Crocodile: big fuck off alligator cause fuck you that’s why. HOLY FUCK I FORGOT HE HAD THE BANANA ONES IN HIS CASINO THAT’S GREAT

Logias turn to same element so Ace’s daemon is now a literal actual fire hawk, fuck the history books I’m writing this shit.

Don fuck face Flamingo: is what it is but like Kipo And the Age of Wonderbeasts it got TEETH, cause anything that survived acid water and shit is not cool. In fact, you know what, she’s albino and thinks that makes her special, honey you just don’t got shrimp vitamins, you buffoon of a bird.

All the dino Zoans are modern descendant of those animals so chickens. Or birds. Chickens would be so goddamn funny especially the 3 foot tall fluffy ones...fuck what’re they called(Brahmas). Oh wait. Emus. Ohhhhhhh fuck emus as an option.

Mammoth Zoan can have a Mammoth daemon because I want to see that on a ship.

(Makino) Bartender lady I can’t remember her name starts with m capybara cause she’s chill as shit and friend shaped.

Dadan: is not friend shaped but is friend. Big fuck off bear or buffalo or wildebeest

Brooke: Laboon, Lampoon whatever Moby Dick. There’s some trauma, they had to leave him, but they didn’t want to and Brooke offered to stay but Laboon thought he’d be fine. Spoiler alert He Is Not. No one is fine.

Ohhhhhhh fuck bad good idea: Rogers daemon also a Sea King but the marines never goddamn figured it out, hoooooo my gods Shanks is having goddamn flashbacks.

Momo and Kaido both have Eastern dragon daemons cause fake fruit.mythical zoan fruit but Momos is the size of a gecko and black so she’s hide-able. Kaido’s isn’t as big but is still Fuck Off huge. Red because I said so.

Beastmen also do not have daemons because fuck the amount of significant characters in One Piece

Cora(zon): also had a wolf, because yay trauma and repeats and trauma bonding!But she was like, pretty yellow white and dog-ish up until the moment she ripped your throat out for offending her/harming her pack. Law learned much from her about appearances, being underestimated, and then for the most part did the exact opposite.

Slime man: *Aka Trebol* has a hagfish cause fuck him and Doflamingo

Boa: her snake weapon thing. Big noodley boy. The skull is for A E S T H E T I C

Ace's daemon named Picaro: Spanish for naughty/badly behaved and that is a synonym for rogue cause MOMMA'S BOI and I keep misreading Rouge as rogue cause PIRATES, and this way it's a little better than naming the fire hawk Red though Ace does call her that sometimes . You know what, he has the same daemon as Rouge/mom actually cause stubborn enough to not go into labor for 20 months is bonkers and that shit deserves recognition. Also because FUCK the number of characters in One Piece. Celestial Dragons don't have special daemons but they do splice/separate cause they're fuckers that's why AU of AU Luffy's daemon close enough to WRECK MARINEFORD'S SHIT THAT'S RIGHT BABEY ACE LIVES, ASL REUNION AND SUCH Sabo's daemon settles as a dog but one of the CRAZY breeds, like poodle or husky.

AU OF AU PART TWO: originally when thinking about a One Piece daemon AU Luffy was gonna have a cheetah; long, fast, use recoil to increase speed and change directions, males live in groups with their brothers and are highly affectionate. Tendency to run into walls. Has a fur pattern presentation named King Cheetah, looks like a more Armament Haki version.

#daemon #daemons #hdm #his dark materials #one piece #i have no goddamn control over my brain at 1AM

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alanna-artroid · 5 years ago

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Cookies I Have From Cookie Run So Far! (And My Thoughts On Them)

Alright, I’ve gotten pretty far in Cookie Run: Oven Break, and I felt the need to share my thoughts on all the adorable cookies I’ve unlocked so far. So far, I have 50/100, so I’d say I’m making good progress. On to the list!

GingerBrave: The bravest boy. If this was a show, he’d clearly be the main character. I recently got him a little suit, so now he’s a gentleman!

GingerBright: Sweet little lady. She looks like she’d be nice to get a coffee with or help you with homework. I definitely ship her with Brave, no doubt about it.

Strawberry Cookie: Precious baby! She’s super shy and I am compelled to protect her at all costs. Her pet is also a Tamagotchi, so she must be a gamer! Sweet!

Skater Cookie: HE WAS A SK8TER BOI! SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI!

Zombie Cookie: This is one of the fastest zombies I’ve ever seen. They seem like a nice guy overall though.

Princess Cookie: Heck yes, a mischievous princess! Those are the best! I love her dress and hair bows. I bet she just pretends to get kidnapped for the lols.

Pilot Cookie: Is it just me, or is this little old man smaller than most of the other cookies? Whatever, he’s got a cute mustache and he’s adorable. Go and fly!

Vampire Cookie: As a vampire nerd, I immediately adored this guy. I will gladly give him grape juice and chill with him under the light of the moon.

Gumball Cookie: Is this was Splatoon is like? This boi has a lot of chaotic energy and I like him.

Pistachio Cookie: I love this warrior woman so dang much. Look at that minty green hair! Her power is also SUPER helpful. She a speedy knight!

Pancake Cookie: HE’S A FLYING SQUIRREL! HE’S TOO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN! LET ME HUG THIS TINY CHILD!!!

Peppermint Cookie: Sweet baby. Good baby. My mom would probably adore this baby. (She loves mint and she’s not even a big sweets person.)

Muscle Cookie: As a lesbian, I’m not into big abs and muscles, but he’d probably be a good gym partner. Don’t mess with him is all I can say.

Cherry Cookie: Little Red Riding Hood got some bombs! I hope she and Gumball can go cause chaos on the weekends.

Hero Cookie: Precious nerdy boi with science! I saw his Island of Memories intro and his bond with Jellyco Cube is just the sweetest thing! Follow your superhero dreams, my baby!

Fairy Cookie: I didn’t know Tinkerbell was in this game! Also, I got her a bee costume and that looks super cute on her. Love her hair bun.

Werewolf Cookie: ULTIMATE FLOOF! Doggo here has a lot of angst and I worry for him. Maybe Vampire Cookie can teach him to chill? That’d be nice.

Rockstar Cookie: Oh, the songs I could sing right here. High tier rocker boy. Loving that flowing white hair. Rock on, buddy!

Soda Cookie: Go-to starter for my Breakout runs. I love him very much, he’s super cute! Let me go to the beach with this righteous dude!

Dark Enchantress Cookie: Oooooh, she is GORGEOUS!!! I love her design~! I’ll be sure to invite her to any fancy balls I might have, as to avoid any Maleficent scenarios with this savage woman.

Moon Rabbit Cookie: My spirit animal! I love how she constantly munches while she runs. This girl is such a mood for me. Cute little bunny ears~!

Space Doughnut: Awww, look at this alien dork! Their design is very cute, and I love how their expression of >:3.

Macaron Cookie: Such a sweetie pie! Why must they all be so adorable?! She’s a little drummer girl! That is too precious! Look at her dress and hat!!!

Pink Choco Cookie: She reminds me of a show I watched when I was younger. It was about a space girl, does anyone remember it? This girl will save the day, I can tell!

Avocado Cookie: Strong girl on the loose! My pun-loving friends would adore this cookie. And she’s a blacksmith, which is always cool.

Whipped Cream Cookie: Elegant ballerino!! He’s definitely one of my favorites! Such a beautiful boi~! I love his design so much, and he’s very useful. <3 <3 <3

Blackberry Cookie: Yeeees! Gothic girl for the win! She is SO dang pretty! I am WEAK for gothic lolitas, and she even has ghost buddies! I bet she’ll love spooky games like Luigi’s Mansion and Hollow Knight.

Lemon Cookie: Edgy boi is trying way too hard to be Shadow the Hedgehog. I mean, can you SMILE for once dude? It’ll take me a while to bond with this guy.

Salt Cookie: He strikes me as a wise old man you’d find meditating at the top of a mountain, or in his case on a boat in the ocean. I bet he has lots of knowledge to share.

Squid Ink Cookie: AWWWWW, SWEET BABY SQUID!!! Guys, I think they might be my favorite! They’re so squishy and mighty, and they need all my love and huggles!!! Don’t be sad baby, I’ll be your friend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Lime Cookie: Beach girl! She’s like Lemon Cookie, but slightly nicer! I really like her hair and beach ball. Very cool girl.

Ninja Cookie: FINALLY! SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN TWO JUMPS!!! I went kind of crazy with his jumping powers at first. He’s super cool. Not sure why his pet is a ghost though.

Pomegranate Cookie: Oooh, I love Asian fashion~! Look how fancy and elegant she is! Her story concerns me, and I’m worried about her.

Angel Cookie: Good cookie, sweet cookie. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. It looks like they trust the devil boy, which is beyond kind of them. I love it when angels get along with demons. Defy angle roles!!!

Devil Cookie: Speaking of, they’re a cute little bean too! I love the naughty demon trope, and this cutie is so mischievous! Call Angel your “rival” all you want, I’m still shipping you dorks.

Roll Cake Cookie: Imagine, if you will, the world’s biggest game of Whack-A-Mole! With that hammer, this boy would win without question.

Popcorn Cookie: I’d be happy to go with this girl to the movie theater! Also, I love how she had popcorn for hair buns. She seems like she’d be up for a fun time!

Carrot Cookie: Oh my lordy, her ponytails are carrots. The artists for this game are so clever. Strong but tiny farmer, I approve.

Ion Cookie Robot: Yes! A robot! I love robots, and this cookie is no exception! Definitely one of my favorites, up there with Whipped Cream Cookie. They’re super powerful too, and REALLY useful in Breakout and Trophy runs.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Gee Dino-Sour, how come Devsisters let you have two pets? Very cool punk boy. I can see him going to Rockstar Cookie’s concert.

Plum Cookie: Aren’t plums purple though? This boy is one tough cookie! Look at his karate moves! Honestly, I thought he was a girl at first. Why must these boys be so pretty?!

Yogurt Cream Cookie: PRINCE ALI! FABULOUS HE! ALI ABABWUA~!

Alchemist Cookie: Look, it’s Twilight Sparkle! Apparently, Vampire boy is her brother? I really like her hair braids(?), I just wish she’d loosen up a bit. She seems like a nice girl.

Roguefort Cookie: Aaaah yeah, elegant thief! This cookie is the coolest! I love this aesthetic so much~! Blue cheese has never been so fancy. Just look at this charmer, stealing hearts!

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: OOOOOhohoho! THIS is what I’m TALKING about! Look at this beast, they’re GLORIOUS! They’ve probably killed a bunch of people, but They’re crazy powerful and I adore them.

Knight Cookie: This guy is SO much fun to play as! He just won’t stop, he’s too fast!!! I couldn’t stop laughing once I found out just how fast this knight could go! Somehow he controls better than Pistachio? I don’t know, I love him!

Birthday Cake Cookie: TOO PRECIOUS FOR WORDS! SHE’S SO DANG CUTE!!! Also, her “Bonus Time” changes to “Happy B Day” and I... I just can’t! She’s the sweetest thing!!! <3 <3 <3

Cocoa Cookie: Awww, look at this sweet baby! I wanna snuggle her! Her design looks so warm and comfy. I have plenty of hot chocolate to give her. <3

Raspberry Mousse Cookie: Ah yes, the pretty boy that got me into this game in the first place. Along with Squid Ink, he’s probably my favorite. There’s a reason he has the highest affection so far with me. I just adore his design, and he’s very powerful! I will ALWAYS have him ready for Breakout and Trophy Runs. Well worth all the hype. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Rose Cookie: Finally, we have this lovely lady. Everyone is shipping her with Raspberry, and rightfully so. She is a high-quality woman that makes gay men straight and straight girls lesbian. Look at that outfit! And those dance moves!

Aaaand that’s everybody for now! I’ll update this once I get more Cookies. So far, I like most of them a lot. Anybody got some favorites they’d like to share? I’m still new to this game, but I’m happy to hear what others have to say!

UPDATE 1:

I went back and fixed all the gender mistakes I made. (I’m so sorry! D:) Also, I got a few more cookies! So here we go!

Walnut Cookie: Precious detective baby! The newest update is only making her cuter! Probably the shortest of the bunch, and I adore her design~! <3

Cinnamon Cookie: Super useful power so far, and they have a really cool cape! Those cards are very handy! (I promise I’ll pay attention to the genders of these cookies from now on! I don’t want to misgender anyone again!)

Sparkling Cookie: Oooh, a sparkling cider cookie! That’s honestly the only boozy thing I enjoy drinking. He is super classy and seems like the life of the party. He strikes me as a Great Gatsby kind of host.

Moonlight Cookie: OOOOOOOH~! LOOK at this GODDESS! I love the nighttime/dreamy aesthetic. This girl has Luna’s hair and a wizard’s outfit, high tier cookie!

White Choco Cookie: This game sure likes it’s knights, huh? This girl is a fine lady and apparently, she attracts all the lesbians. Can’t say I blame those girls, I do love that hairstyle.

Spinach Cookie: Aaand the newest cookie to hit the scene, this girl! I have never met someone so dedicated to vegetables, so I have to applaud that. She’s a super sweet girl, and I hope we find who stole her precious vegetables!!!

UPDATE 2:

More Cookies! It’s been a while since I’ve updated this, so I have quite a bit to share. On to the new ones!

Mustard Cookie: Look at this punk girl! Street artist on the loose in the streets! I always admire people and characters in this style, so I’m supporting this rebel all the way!

Herb Cookie: Now THIS guy is everywhere! It seems the fandom really likes him, and I can see why. He seems like a very nice boy, with a sweet plant baby. I like the leaf hair, very cool.

Sea Fairy Cookie: I love how everything on her flows. Her hair, her dress, she’s so beautiful~! I will say though, Legendaries are SO DANG HARD to level up and get affection with! WHY?!

Cream Puff Cookie: Awwww, look at this precious baby girl~! Look at her soft hair and little dress! I almost feel bad running with the super cute ones, I don’t want them to get hurt!

Matcha Cookie: Oooooh, all these ancient-looking cookies have the coolest designs! She’s probably insane, darkness will do that to ya, but she seems harmless so I like her!

Ice Candy Cookie: This chick could crush me like a grape and I don’t know how to feel about that. Hopefully, she’s only savage on the ice rink. I do NOT want to mess with this girl.

Cherry Blossom Cookie: Awww, look how pretty she is~! Cherry blossoms are always so lovely, and this girl embodies that. She has a PARASOL for crying out loud, I CAN’T EVEN!!

Grapefruit Cookie: This game sure likes sports, huh? She seems really cool, I love her colors! Do you think she’d play Skate 3? Hopefully, she’d get a laugh out of that game.

Pirate Cookie: This guy has been a long time coming. I’ve been curious about him since the Breakout episode. He’s pretty neat, I appreciate how he naturally comes with an extra revive.

Kumiho Cookie: Cool! A Kitsune! I love the spin on the concept of cookies. Let this marshmallow fox live out her reverse-furry dream! I’m loving her design too, look at that hair!

Marshmallow Cookie: Oh cute! Another marching band cookie! According to her story, she and Macaron had a falling out. I hope they can reconcile and be friends again. :(

Dark Choco Cookie: WE’VE REACHED MAXIMUM EDGE! WITH OREO SHOULDER PADS!!! Interesting how he’s still trying to be a hero, which is a nice spin on the “I have evil powers so now I’m evil” trope. Here’s hoping he stays strong.

Fire Spirit Cookie: Ah yes, the classic lord of fire. A staple for any fantasy story that includes the elements. Again, it’s impossible to get the affection for these guys.

Mala Sauce Cookie: Yay! I got Pitaya’s girlfriend! I always love it when there’s a tribe/society of warriors and the WOMAN is the strongest one there. Heck yes! This warrior lady is a badass!

Firecracker Cookie: I didn’t know I was invited to a rave party! Love the neon colors on this cookie, that’s something this game really excels at.

UPDATE 3:

I’ve reached 90 cookies! I’m on the homestretch!!!

Cheesecake Cookie: OH MY LORDY LOOK HOW FANCY SHE IS! I adore her already! Fancy ladies are the best ladies!

Kiwi Cookie: This game REALLY likes sports. He looks cool, can’t complain.

Yoga Cookie: Awww, a pretzel is trying to be loose! I’ve done yoga a few times, and it is very good for your body. Nice colors, simple design, nice.

Dr. Wasabi Cookie: I’d reference some mad scientist, but I know a lot of them so we’d be here for a while. Her combi generator has been very helpful.

Tiger Lily Cookie: IT’S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT’S THE THRILL OF THE NIGHT, RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Uh oh, this one’s a troublemaker! I really like her hair, it’s very bright. Secure your pockets around this chick, that’s for sure.

Millennial Tree Cookie: These cookies are too pretty, I keep thinking they’re girls! This guy is so beautiful~ truly a being of nature!

DJ Cookie: Ooooh, I love her design~. Rainbow colors will win me over every time. And look! She’s wearing a Bi Pride shirt! This girl is awesome! I like how her special power is basically tiny Guitar Hero.

Snow Sugar Cookie: Soft baby, sweet baby. Looks very cuddly. Their level was very helpful during Sandwich Cookie’s event in getting frozen jellies. Those blue bears aren’t easy to come by!

Fig Cookie: CENTAUR! I wasn’t expecting one of those here! She’s such a sweetie pie~. Since everything and anything is allowed in this game, can we get mermaids or harpies next?

Cotton Candy Cookie: PRECIOUS BABY! She’s so gosh darn cute, I can’t take it! I personally can relate to falling in love with things so easily. And there are official plushies of her now! ONE DAY I WILL BRING HER HOME!

Purple Yam Cookie: Bro needs a chill pill. Not ONCE have I seen this guy smile yet. And I thought Lemon needed to lighten up. Milk seems to care about him though, so I guess he can’t be that bad.

Milk Cookie: The softest of warriors! Look how cute he is~! I adore him! Plus he really shines in the stories. I can only assume Yam is his boyfriend or something. Am I wrong about that?

Cyborg Cookie: Hey! I saw the storybook for this one! I’m surprised I haven’t unlocked this “Aloe Cookie” yet. Are they still in this game? I can’t find them on the chart. Anyway, Cyborg is cool. Very nice design.

Mango Cookie: Newest baby! I love him, and would love to learn all about the islands from him! I’m gonna say it, I already ship him with Ananas Cookie, no questions asked.

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #list #alanna #alanna_artroid

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popatochisssp · 6 years ago

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Fur a Good Time, Call... 14/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader, HT!Papyrus & Reader, HT!Sans & HT!Papyrus Chapter Warnings: suicidal ideation, self-harm, reference to suicide and character death, permanent injuries (all past, but described in flashback-form)

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can’t imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You’ve got a lot of love to give!

You’re just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who’s been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can’t resist investigating…

AO3 Link

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Life goes on.

Animals come in and out of the shelter and you help them as best as you can, just like it’s always been, but there are differences to be sure.

You’ve never gone so long without straining your back on a jumbo pallet of dog food, and you’ve never gone half as long without tearing up at work over a hard case or somebody finally going off to a well-deserved home.

You attribute both of those to your big, sweet skeleton beau—Sans is always happy to help you out, whether with an easy bit of heavy lifting or a quick joke to make you smile, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him in your life.

His brother is, naturally, just as much of a delight. Papyrus continues to be your absolute best friend and even with his busy schedule and his new popularity ever since that first night at Grillby’s, he never fails to make time for you, too.

Your dog-dates continue, just you and Buddy and Pap playing around at the park with only the occasional surprise guest. Mostly, it’s Sans popping in unexpectedly, but from time to time it’ll even be Dino’s son.

When Papyrus first tries to quietly apologize for bringing Dino Junior along, or maybe just to explain that he hadn’t wanted to disappoint the kid, you wave him off. You can tell right off that DJ really is Papyrus’ biggest fan, surprisingly earnest for a teenager and hanging on every grand and dramatic word Pap says like he takes it all to heart.

He’s a very sweet kid and you don’t think he could’ve picked a better role-model. If he wants to come chill with you guys in the park for a game of fetch every now and again, you’re hardly about to turn him away.

You get plenty of solo-time with skeletons as it is. Between hangouts with the brothers and your countless dates and snuggle sessions with Sans, you’re already spending so much time at their house that you could probably move in and hardly anything would change.

There’s really probably only one thing you would even want to change.

You haven’t quite managed to say the l-word to Sans just yet.

It’s not exactly for lack of trying, it just always seems to feel like the wrong moment to say it: like the mood is weird or the timing is off or somebody interrupts with impeccable comedic timing you’d never actually seen outside of a sitcom.

It’s far from a major concern of yours, though.

You’re happy, you love your bonefriend, and one of these days, you’re even going to tell him so.

Life is good.

You’re in the middle of a cuddly, giggly necking session on Sans’ bed when he pulls away from you, reluctant yet determined.

“hey, hey, c’mon,” he murmurs as you chase him, pressing a cheeky smooch to his vertebrae. “wait a minute, i want…i wanna try something…”

“Kinky,” you reply on instinct.

Sans chuckles. “not that kinda somethin’, jeez…”

Well, your curiosity is piqued. “What kind of something is it, then?”

“it, uh…it’s a monster thing. humans don’t…least i don’t think they do…” Sans is starting to look…genuinely worried, actually. It sobers you up a little and you sit back on your heels as he tries to explain. “it’s…it’s kind of a big deal? now that, uh…now that i’m thinkin’ about it… maybe you don’t wanna—”

“Sans.” He lets you cut him off, his eye-light small and nervous, but attentive. “Can I at least hear the thing before you decide I said no?”

“……eheheheheheheh…sorry. got in my own head there a lil bit.” Sans gives you a sheepish grin and you know what’s coming before he even says it. “guess i’m a numbskull that way.”

It gets a snicker out of you, anyway.

“Yeah, but you’re my numbskull,” you say, giving his nasal ridge a playful flick. “So, what’s this big deal monster thing that I probably don’t want to do?”

You watch Sans take a breath, steeling himself.

“i…i wanna share souls with you.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. That was not on the list of things you’d expected to hear…mostly because…

“I…have no idea what that is.”

“heheheh…toldja it was a monster thing.”

“I didn’t think you were lying. Can you…explain what it is? In small human words, maybe?”

Sans seems to be mulling it over, carefully cherry-picking his words.

“it’s…it’s everything,” he says slowly. “it’s knowing each other all the way, no secrets…no important ones, anyway. it’s…getting inside each other’s head, seeing what makes ‘em tick, why and how they are…who they are. all of it.”

“Like…like drifting?” When you see complete and utter confusion on Sans’ face, it occurs to you that a Pacific Rim reference is a little too modern. Only the really old or obscure human media seemed to have made it Underground before the monsters surfaced, so you try again with something a little farther back. “Vulcan mind-meld?”

That gets a spark of recognition.

“yes. that. it’s like that. just…” He frowns a little. “more intimate…? maybe? it’s not…y’wouldn’t…go around sharin’ your soul with a stranger, it’s…it’s pretty much just for…for…”

“Relationships?” you guess. “Like…ours?”

Sans grins again, relieved that you’re following along without much trouble, no doubt. “yeah. it…i don’t think humans have an equivalent. it’s a big step, i…ya’ don’t do it unless it’s…serious.”

“‘Marriage’ serious?”

“mmm…almost? kinda. not that far.” His skull flushes slate blue as he belatedly finishes processing what you said. “i…! i’m not asking…! this isn’t…!”

The panicked look on Sans’ face is too much and you have to laugh.

“Oh, stars, baby, relax, relax! I know, don’t freak out, this is just…us trying to get on the same page.” You reach up, petting at his clavicle, and he sags a little beneath your touch.

“not, uh…not that i don’t like ya’,” he adds weakly. “that’s…that’s kinda the whole point, i just…we…”

There’s no possible way for him to talk himself out of this particular hole. As endearing as it is to watch him try, you decide to have a little mercy.

“Hey,” you say, interrupting his rambling, back-tracking train of thought. “Is it permanent? Like…a bond or something?”

“uh. no, nah, it’s just a thing ya’ do. but…” Sans takes your shoulders in his hands, looking at you very seriously. “it’s intimate, i can’t say that enough, babe. it’s you, all of you, no take-backs or…or hidin’ stuff.”

“…Not even the embarrassing junk from middle school?”

You didn’t think anybody got out of adolescence without a cringe-worthy happening or two and you were no exception.

Sans shrugs a little. “not if it’s important,” he says. “not if it’s part of who you are.”

“……Yikes.”

Sans presses his teeth to your forehead, hands sliding off your shoulders to stroke reassuringly along your arms.

“hey,” he says gently. “don’t worry about it. ya’ don’t…ya’ don’t gotta be ready for it now, that’s fine.”

You know he means it.

It’s not just a platitude to comfort you, it really is completely and totally alright if this thing he’s asking for is too much, too soon. He wouldn’t be mad or frustrated at you in the slightest if you told him ‘no’ right now.

You’ve never felt more respected and cared for by anyone in your life than by Sans.

And that’s why your answer comes easily.

“I am ready. Let’s do it.”

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s surprised, but you’re not sure why.

You can’t think of anybody you’d be more comfortable trusting your soul to, and from the sound of it, Sans feels the same way about you.

You don’t have the words for how touched that makes you feel.

“seriously? you…you’re sure…?”

“Yeah. You just gotta promise me one thing.”

Sans’ expression is sober, nearly grave. “of course. whatever you need.”

“I need you to swear,” you say sternly, “upon pain of death…that you will absolutely never, under any circumstance……tell Papyrus about anythingembarrassing you see, I trust you to forget about it eventually, but he’ll remember forever and I just, I don’t think he’ll let me live some of that stuff down. Please, Sans, you have to promise me.”

“………”

A quiet snicker graduates into a full-blown laugh, with just the barest edge of a wheeze to it, and you grin proudly as Sans leans on you a little, pressing his forehead to yours.

“ah, shit, that’s…that’s a real tall order, i dunno… i guess i can try…”

You sigh dramatically. “What’s it gonna take? Lunch for a month? A year? The rest of our lives?”

“i’d settle for a kiss.”

“Oh. Datemate discount?”

“special offer, just for you.”

You don’t see how you can say no to a deal like that.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and angling your face just enough to plant your lips on his teeth. He presses back, turning it into a nuzzle and…

Well.

You get distracted for a little while.

Hardly anybody’s fault.

When you eventually separate, Sans tells you the basic gist of what’s going to happen: your souls come out, they touch and, by the mysterious explanation-defying powers of magic, the sharing will just sort of…happen.

You wonder briefly if he’s drawing on some old memory of a monster sex-ed class—Your Soul And You—but your amused thoughts don’t last long.

Your mind goes blank, actually, when he casually touches his fingers to his sternum and his very soul follows them, emerging from his chest.

“so…this is my soul,” he says, grimacing at it a little. “the ‘culmination of my being.’ it’s, uh…it’s kinda…”

“It’s beautiful, Sans,” you breathe.

It is.

You’ve never seen anything prettier than the upside down heart-shape in front of you, glowing like freshly fallen snow beneath a bright full moon. You want to reach out to it, to trace the intricate spider web of gray cracks splintering through it with your fingers, to press your lips to it and nuzzle it as gently and carefully as you do to Sans’ skull…

But by the stunned and shy expression he’s giving you just from telling him it was beautiful, you think that might be a little much.

“How do…how do I do mine?” you ask. “I don’t…”

Sans eagerly takes to the change in topic. “i got it,” he says, “don’t worry, i’ll just…”

His hand touches your chest, feather-light, and you still when you feel a tug deep inside, a place in you that nothing’s ever touched before.

With something you can only describe as a ‘pop,’ another glowing heart appears but this one…

This one is yours…this one is you.

Right side up and a hundred times more vibrant than the soft white of Sans’ soul, you experience a profound sense of existentialism just looking at this little heart floating before you.

You have an incredibly strong feeling, knowing without knowing that this thing is unique beyond the telling of it, the only soul in the world that’s exactly like this one.

It’s…a lot prettier than you thought it would be, and that’s got to be those pesky self-esteem issues pulling the wool over your eyes because if this colorful, shining thing really is you, then…

Then you really must be special

“that’s what a beautiful soul looks like,” Sans says decisively.

His eye-sockets are fixed on it, his red pupil in your favorite shape and his ever-present grin going soft, bathed in the light between you.

The sight of him in this moment strikes you with a heady bolt of affection and your soul shivers with it—literally shivers, and your cheeks heat at such a blatant, visible response.

You think you’re starting to understand what Sans was getting at when he said ‘intimate’: you’ve never been this exposed.

“not too late to change your mind.”

You look up. Sans’ look is knowing, understanding—he can read your nervousness with ease.

But that’s all it is, just nervousness.

You decide to take a page out of Papyrus’ book: you were going to do this and it was going to be fine.

“I’m okay,” you tell Sans. “I’m ready.”

And you are.

You can’t quite look away as your souls close the gap between them, your heart involuntarily speeding up as they get closer and closer and finally touch and then…!

Your vision goes white.

You don’t know where dad is.

Working, you guess, he’s always working, and you’re old enough by now to realize that you’re probably still too young to be left alone this often, but it’s not like you’re a babybones, either.

Not like Papyrus is.

Your little brother is so small. He can’t really talk so great yet, but he tries a lot, making noises that are almost words when you give him his rattle to shake or tease him with his Fluffy Bunny toy.

His favorite sorta-word lately is ‘nyeh’ and he says it all the time.

You think it’s the funniest thing. You hope he never stops saying it.

Man…your bro is so cool.

You’re exhausted, well and truly worked down to the bone.

(heh.)

You can’t really remember why you thought fast-tracking was a good idea. You think it was probably more dad’s idea than yours…or you would if you could think after your skull had been pummeled by exam after exam after exam.

Theoretical physics, advanced calculus, geology, mechanical engineering… You were good at it, at least, a prodigy if you believed what dad said, a ‘true successor to his genius’ but dad was always kind of a drama queen.

Pap inherited that, but to dad’s endless despair and your endless amusement, he’s also the artsy black sheep of your family.

He’s going through a goth phase right now and the spiked bracelets and the inky paint he’s slathering beneath his eye-sockets while insisting it’s ‘NOT A PHASE, YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY EMOTIONAL AND TORTURED SOUL’ is the most hilarious thing in the world to you.

You encourage him and his teenage rebellion whenever possible—like a good bro should, of course—and try not to laugh too obviously when dad holds his skull in his hands and prays for Papyrus to discover an interest in a science, any science, even a soft science, stars, please.

The only thing you pray for is to pass your finals. You don’t want to have to do any of this crap again, and once you’ve got your degrees maybe dad’ll finally shut up about how much help he needs at the Capital with his work.

Sometimes you think the CORE is more his baby than you or Pap ever were…

But you’re tired enough lately that you don’t think it that often.

You’re not there when it happens.

That’s the part that kills you the most, wondering if you could’ve done something if you’d been there, made a difference somehow…

But you weren’t, you didn’t, and in one little warble of time and space, your dad ceases to exist.

Worse than that, so does any record of him, every mention of his name, every photograph, every memory.

Pap seems to have some vague recollection, at least remembers that you’d had a dad at one point, but everyone else you talk to goes blank when you say his name out loud, like they won’t or maybe can’t even process the words you’d said.

There was no Royal Scientist, hadn’t been for years, they all agreed. The king really ought to hire somebody to do it.

It could’ve been you.

It could’ve been you easily, you had all the know-how and the (admittedly limited) experience to take on dad’s job in his…memory, or honor, or whatever the hell, but you can’t think of a single thing you’d hate more than that.

You were never passionate about The Work, but now…it’s irrevocably soured for you.

You throw all your notes and schematics into dad’s home-lab, with the stupid time-machine he never got to work and lock it all up, tossing the key somewhere in a drawer to be forgotten. You let Pap have your textbooks and without somebody breathing down his vertebrae about it, he’s not nearly as contrary about perusing them now and then.

And that’s it: the inglorious end of your scientific career.

The king ends up hiring one of the interns you used to work with to be the new Royal Scientist, some girl named Alphys. You remember her being a little shy, a little awkward, but undeniably sharp and creative.

You think she’ll do fine.

You ask Pap how he’d feel about moving someplace else, and after a twenty minute rant on how much he loathes Hotland’s vents and conveyor belts, you just up and shortcut the whole house to Snowdin.

You like the name and the flat look your brother gives you when you tell him it’s the polar opposite of Hotland makes it worth the twelve hours you have to go pass out after such a huge expenditure of magic.

You have no idea what you’re supposed to do with your life now.

You guess you’ll figure it out sooner or later, and you hope the fresh start will make it easier.

Some things you can’t get away from.

You may be done working with the real thing, but science-fiction is fun; just the right balance of real concepts and hand-wave-y ‘shh, don’t worry about it’ that you can take pleasure in it.

It seems to be a popular genre with humans and enough of their junk falls down that you have plenty of books and movies to choose from.

Some of it’s good, some of it’s so bad it’s good, and some of it’s so bad that you immediately pass it off to your brother telling him it’s the best thing you’ve ever seen and wait for him kick down your door in the middle of the night yelling at you about the hours he’s never going to get back, ‘STOP GIVING ME GARBAGE, SANS, I’M SERIOUS!’

Pap should really know by now that just makes you want to find something even worse to waste his time on.

You’re digging around the dump for just that sort of garbage when you find the telescope.

You know why nobody’d bothered to take it yet in spite of it being in near-perfect condition—no stars to see down here in your collective prison—but it makes you think of the Wishing Room and you set it up over there on a whim to get a look at your pseudo-stars embedded in the ceiling.

The pranking potential is enormous, and you do get several hapless passersby, but you also take a look yourself from time to time.

Through the telescope, you can see an incredible amount of detail in the crystalline ‘stars’ everyone wishes on—facets and cleavages and around them, striations in the stone of the ceiling itself.

And thus begins your slow descent into casual geology.

At first, it’s just the telescope, but eventually you catch yourself prying a crystal out of the wall or pocketing a neat-looking rock you found on the ground. It turns into a full-blown collection before long and you want to hate it more on principle of not being able to let go of the past but…

Picking up rocks here and there, it…it doesn’t hurt the way calculating the internal energy of a system does, the way even thinking about string theory sends a bitter pang through your soul.

Just collecting these minerals and crystals and whatever else you can find, it’s so informal and so far removed from anything you’d done in a lab, working on the CORE that you can still actually enjoy it.

So, you let it be your hobby.

It’s harmless enough.

You’re surprised it takes you as long as it does to stumble onto comedy.

You’ve always been a joker, always loved puns and cheesy one-liners that inevitably won you a chuckle or a groan from everybody around you, but you never really had the right audience for it. Dad always just rolled his eyes and wouldn’t acknowledge you, and Pap…

Well, Pap supported you. He just thought you took the easy road too often, should put more work behind your humor.

That, you didn’t get—a joke’s a joke, does it matter how hard you worked on it if it makes somebody laugh?

Getting up on stage the first time is at least eighty percent unintentional.

It’s some dumb open mic night at some lousy bar in the Capital and after three straight rounds of terrible karaoke, the people you’re hanging with are drunk and bored enough that they start pushing at your shoulders, telling you to go on up and tell that story, the really funny one about the time you found that rubber chicken, anything’s better than hearing Aaron singing another love song while flexing his abs at everybody.

You’re also just drunk and bored enough to give in to the peer pressure and up you go for your very first show, with no preparation and just your lifelong arsenal of bad jokes at your disposal.

You knock ‘em dead, full-on wheezing, banging on the table, crying laughter and the thrill it makes you feel is indescribable.

You’re already planning out your next set when you get a call from Mettaton himself, saying he wants you to perform exclusively at his resort every other week.

It’s an offer you could easily refuse, but you don’t.

The feeling of being up there on the stage, seeing a whole crowd of people so happy, laughing at a joke you told…

It’s probably the first time you’ve ever been really, truly passionate about something for yourself.

Every time you do a show, it’s the happiest you think you’ve ever been: this is your calling.

Something else is calling you, too.

It yanks you right out of a midday nap and there’s a crushing, overwhelming pressure on your soul that makes you get up.

You are Needed, you have no choice.

It’s terrifying that first time, finding your feet and your magic responding to shortcut you somewhere you weren’t even consciously aware of. You feel like you’re possessed, unable to shake the urge to Go, because you Must, and you have no control over it.

It’s only a slight relief when you find yourself in the castle, in a room you’ve at least seen before.

The king himself, standing in front of you, is a little less of a relief.

He looks surprised to see you and you want to ask him what’s going on, what the hell is happening to you, because it seems like he knows something but your fear and confusion holds your metaphorical tongue too long.

And Asgore speaks.

“I come seeking Judgment.”

Your magic flares in your chest, burning brighter than it ever has before and suddenly…suddenly you can See.

His LOVE, his EXP, the truth of his soul is laid out before you like an open book, things meant to be secret outside of an encounter, yet…

There they are.

A strange sense of calm washes over you, a feeling of duty. You hear the chime of a bell, the singing of birds, the wafting scent of flowers…

You open your mouth and a voice only half-yours passes your first Judgment.

Asgore is unsurprised.

He’s a patient audience as you list off his sins and the weight of them, offering no argument or emotion in response. When you finish and the strange power that had consumed you vanishes, he’s at your side, quelling the rattling of your bones with a paternal hand to your shoulder.

He invites you in for tea, of all things.

You take him up on it. You need answers.

Asgore doesn’t have as many as you’d like.

It happens once in a generation, some monster with the requisite skills—perceptive, impartial, patient—is chosen to become The Judge. Anyone trying to pass through the judgment hall, to reach the throne room and the king, must first have their sins seen, weighed, judged.

And you’re the unlucky bastard who got picked to do it this time around.

It’s too much responsibility, you don’t want it, but not even Asgore himself can take this from you. He tries to comfort you, saying you’ll hardly ever be needed, but even ‘hardly ever’ is still more than you wanted.

You’re called to Judge four more times after that.

They’re all easy, good people who get what amounts to a pep-talk before their audience with Asgore, a ‘good job’ for going through life without hurting anyone. It gets you used to your unwanted career, at least, even if you think it’s pretty unnecessary to have.

Monsters are made of love and compassion: they’re good people, and good people aren’t violent, they don’t kill.

There’s no point being a Judge among monsters and this ‘chosen’ schtick feels pretty damn arbitrary to you.

(You try not to think about the possibility of a human falling down. The odds of it happening in your lifetime are…)

(You try not to think about it.)

You’ve been having the worst sense of déjà vu lately.

You don’t know what it is, or why it’s happening, but it feels like more and more often that you’re having the sensation of having heard something before, said something before, lived through something before.

You ask a couple people about it and a lot of them agree with you, passing it off as such a weird and funny coincidence…but the longer the feeling sticks with you, the less you’re believing in coincidence.

You don’t know why you go back to dad’s lab and take a look at the unfinished machine inside. Maybe you’re following a hunch—it’s a time machine, after all, even if he never got it working. Maybe…maybe it’s broken, malfunctioning, causing some sort of…something around here.

It’s not the machine.

But it’s not just déjà vu, either.

You use the equipment, calling on knowledge you hadn’t thought about in years, and the data in the reports you pull is…

Just a little bit harrowing.

There’s some sort of anomaly in the data, literally screwing around with the space-time continuum itself. Entire timelines starting, stopping, diverging, looping back, it’s insane when you realize how long this must’ve been going on and even worse when you think about how much longer it could go on, unchecked.

The fact that some of the lines are literal dead-ends just makes it worse. What the hell has the power to play with time like this?

You don’t know…but you think maybe a couple times, you must’ve found out.

Your memories are weird lately, you try to take notes and keep them in the lab, it seems mostly unaffected by time-shenanigans, but whatever’s doing this really doesn’t want you knowing about it.

It’s around then you start having nightmares.

Bad ones.

Fighting for your life, watching people die, the overwhelming feeling of needing to do something, anything to stop this and being completely, utterly useless.

They’re only nightmares, you try to tell yourself that…but you can’t be sure. Who knows what form an erased memory from a doomed timeline might take in a new loop and some of the things you see in your dreams are just way too real for your liking.

When Papyrus tells you in passing about a flower he’s made friends with, you feel a lightning bolt of NO strike clean through your soul. You want to investigate, or tell Pap to stay away from that thing, and you don’t know why, but…

There’s an undercurrent of dread beneath those thoughts, a feeling of helpless despair.

You think you must’ve tried those things already. You wonder how badly they must’ve ended, and how many times it had to have happened for you to feel such an ingrained Pavlovian fear-response.

It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this tired.

You’re not proud of it, but…

You give up.

The déjà vu doesn’t stop, but it doesn’t get worse, either.

You guess maybe that’s the anomaly’s way of rewarding your compliance.

If you weren’t so exhausted—mentally, emotionally, physically—you think you might be a little indignant about it.

One highlight these days is your door-pal.

Sentry-duty is boring and even you can only take so many outdoor, mid-morning depression naps, so finding a fellow knock-knock-joke-enthusiast so close by is a nice little surprise.

She’s a terrific audience and pretty damn funny herself. You thought you’d already heard every pun in existence, but you learn a couple new ones from her and use them whenever possible.

You don’t know what she’s got in her past that keeps her locked up inside the old ruins, but in spite of your other-other-other job, you’re not about to judge. After all, you’re the one who decided to move clear across the Underground when your dad died…ceased existing, whatever.

Everybody’s running from something.

When she asks you to look out for any humans that come through the door, though…

Stars, you want to say no.

You almost do, but…she sounds so sad when she asks. You don’t know her name or what she looks like, but you’ve always thought terrible jokes were a great basis for a friendship and you’ve been swapping them with her for months, now.

She’s your friend and this is quite literally the only thing she’s ever asked of you.

You promise.

There’s only one human left to go, anyway. It won’t be hard to watch them until they get to the castle, and once they go through the judgment hall, anything that happens after that is out of your hands.

How bad can one little human possibly be?

Famous last words, you guess.

Number Seven is worse than anything you could’ve imagined.

They’re covered in dust when they walk out of the ruins, and when your door-pal stops answering your knocks, it’s not hard to guess what must’ve happened to her.

The déjà vu comes back and so do the nightmares, more terrible and heart-wrenching than they’ve ever been before. It occurs to you that you might’ve found the anomaly, but you’re too damn scared to do anything about it.

You keep your promise, though: you watch the kid every step of the way, silently tailing their journey.

There’s no rhyme or reason to their little dusting spree, at least none that you can see. They slaughter an Ice Cap without a second thought, but breeze by most of the Canine Unit with just a pet and a cheery little laugh that sends shivers up your spine.

When your brother is one of the monsters to be spared, you actually collapse into a snow poff for a moment from the relief. You know the timeline is bouncing around again the same way you know how much worse that encounter could’ve gone.

(Papyrus’ decapitated head in the snow, still encouraging the human to do better with his last words as his skull breaks apart into dust…)

Your bro blusters a little bit when you hug him after, probably too tightly, but he doesn’t try to shoo you off, either.

He’d never admit it, but you can feel him rattling just as hard as you are. You know he was scared facing down that human and as they traipse through the Underground, swinging that knife of theirs, you know it was completely justified.

They slip right under Undyne’s radar and dismantle Mettaton on live TV. Pap cries a little and as much as you try to be aloof, it really is one hell of a spirit-breaker having to watch the only celebrity you have down here just up and die in front of you.

It isn’t long before you feel the calling and soon you’re standing there, face-to-face with the very person shattering the hopes and dreams of all monsterkind.

But you’re not a monster in this room.

Here, you’re a Judge, and it’s time for their sentencing.

Their sins are heavy and almost too many to count. They’ve killed dozens, without remorse…but they’ve also spared others. Their soul is strange, burning with more Determination than you’ve ever seen, but to what purpose, you can’t tell.

In the end, it’s not your place to figure it out.

You Judge them and let them through, hoping Asgore is strong enough to see justice done.

…But your hope is running pretty thin, lately.

Soon, your king is dust, the six human souls you’d had are gone, and the Underground is once more plunged into despair.

Of all the timelines to stick…

Undyne takes over.

It’s…not great.

She’s trying, though, and she gives Pap a cute little title which makes him happy, so it could be worse.

But not by much.

It feels like everything’s falling apart these days. Even food’s getting hard to come by and you’re trying really hard not to think about what’s gonna happen when it runs out.

Sustainable solutions would normally be something in the Royal Scientist’s wheelhouse but Alphys…

Alphys just sort of disappeared one day.

After Asgore, after Mettaton…you think you know where she went.

And there’s no coming back from that.

It certainly doesn’t help the food situation, or Undyne’s combative mood and lately, you swear you can hear her and Pap shouting at each other in the Capital all the way from Snowdin.

Your bro is just too cool to accept the idea of warring with an entire species for the crimes of just a few—the Judge in you agrees with him, but the tired slob of a skeleton in you just wants whatever will make all the yelling stop.

You’re there when it happens.

That’s the part that kills you the most, knowing how totally, hilariously useless you are even when you’re actually around to protect your family.

You’re there to see Undyne slam her fist into your brother’s face with a wild look in her eye, hearing bone crack beneath her knuckles as she does it again and again and again.

You don’t think about your HP, or the consequences of defying the queen, or anything at all.

You just shortcut yourself right in between her and Papyrus and…

You don’t remember anything after that.

You wake up with a brutal headache and a weird foggy feeling in your skull that makes it hard to think.

It takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize you’re at home, in Pap’s bed, and by then Pap is walking in with a meager bowl of soup.

He looks surprised to see you awake, but the first thing he says to you is, “Don’t Be Mad,” and well, that plus the painful-looking state of his teeth doesn’t really make you feel better.

He pussyfoots around something for awhile, clearly trying keep you calm before dropping a bombshell and normally you’d see right through it, but now…it’s working.

Your head hurts and you can’t think straight and he’s saying you got hit, but that can’t be right. You’d be dust if you got hit, especially by Undyne, how the hell are you alive?

Papyrus sets a syringe on the table beside his bed, looking starkly out of place next to all his action figures.

You have to stare at it for a long, long moment before you can even place what it is.

DT—raw and red, pure Determination, extracted from a human soul.

“I Was Careful,” Papyrus promises you. “I Know Too Much Is… I Read The Notes, In The Lab, I Barely Used Any, You Shouldn’t…You Should Be Alright! I…I Think…”

He keeps talking, but you’re not really listening.

Stars above, DT… That was only ever…in the labs, the royal ones, how the hell had Pap even…

Well…no, Pap was…he’d always had a way of getting places he had to be, like…like your shortcuts, except…

He’d tried to explain it to you once, you think, how he…god, there was a word he’d used…

……

…What the hell was it?

Why can’t you remember that?!

You raise a hand to your skull, trying to rub at the place this stupidly distracting headache seems to be coming from.

Nausea hits you dead in your non-existent gut when you feel nothing beneath your fingers but an empty cavity.

On instinct, you shortcut to the bathroom. Your aim is off, you bang your ribs unpleasantly on the edge of the sink below the mirror, but you don’t think about it.

You’re surprised you can think of anything with the jagged, void-black cavern that’s apparently half your skull now. One of your eye-lights is gone and you can’t make it come back, and the other…

Stars, the other is the brightest, most terrifying shade of crimson you’ve ever seen—monster-white forever stained DT-red.

You’re hit with several urges at once and none of them seem productive.

Crying, puking, laughing until you do both, but you don’t actually do any of those things.

You hear Papyrus calling for you, no doubt concerned by your disappearance, and you really should go back to him but…

This is too much.

You’re tired.

You go straight to bed instead.

Maybe…maybe when you wake up the fog will be gone and you’ll be able to…process this, the right way.

The fog never really leaves you.

You’re in and out for awhile and your head…mostly stops hurting, but using it is a lot harder than it ever used to be.

It takes you forever to notice that Pap’s been talking to you in proper case all of a sudden.

At first you think it’s because of his teeth, that his usual high volume is just too much for the cracked and crooked bones of his jaw, but even when they’ve healed a bit he’s still just…quieter than he used to be, more muted than the bombastic baby brother you’re used to and it’s…

You don’t like it.

You never get around to saying anything about it, though, because you’re a little busy dealing with your own shit.

It seems like you’re passing out all the time now.

You love napping, you’d never even attempt to imply otherwise, but usually you’re doing it on purpose. Now, it just sort of…happens, whether you mean it to or not.

Your memory is pretty much garbage, too.

You’re stuck in the house for a few days while you’re healing and make the mistake of trying to read to pass the time. It takes you all day to get through one chapter, you keep having to backtrack and remind yourself of something you just read, but it didn’t…stick right, or something.

It’s worse when you try looking back at some of your old lab notes. Wingdings is as good as gibberish to your crappy skull now, apparently, and even in standard your own shorthand is too convoluted to follow for more than a couple of lines.

Losing entire conversations is a special kind of humiliating.

You quickly lose count of the times you ask Pap a question and by the look on his face you can tell it’s something you already asked him before at least once; who knows how many times more than that.

He’s patient with you. Your brother would never make you feel stupid on purpose, but you feel it anyway.

You’re frustrated with yourself beyond words and you know, deep down, that this is just the way your head works now—badly—and you’ve gotta get used to being half as quick as you were before.

You pick up a nasty habit of tugging at your empty eye-socket when you’re trying to remember something.

Pap hates it and you really probably shouldn’t be doing it, but the pain of it is…grounding, in a way. It helps you focus a little and stars, if there’s anything you need these days, it’s focus.

(The pain in your eye-socket is a pretty good distraction from your hunger pangs, too. Things are starting to get…)

(………)

(It’s not good.)

A human falls.

You take them to Undyne.

………

At least you’re not as hungry anymore.

It happens again.

You can’t afford these kinds of mistakes, none of you can.

Monsters are already…

You can’t be wasting souls like this.

Undyne has to…she’s really gotta…

………

You can’t…afford not to care anymore.

You had so many chances to fix this before it happened, to make it…be less bad now.

You let them all pass by.

If Undyne can’t do this…

…Stars, forgive you.

The first time you take a life is the last time you use your Judgment.

You hope that…knowing this human’s sins before you……will make it…easier.

It doesn’t, not really.

But at least it’s quick.

You feel sick after, hiding the soul away and bringing the…the meat to Papyrus.

Your only saving grace is that there’s nothing for you to throw up, and by the time there’s something to eat going around, you’ve managed to go numb.

It doesn’t last.

You carry on, you and Pap—the Queen’s Butchers.

You hear that word and want to die a little every time, but that’s the last thing you can do now. You started this, you’re taking this horrible, nightmarish responsibility and you…you have to see it through.

You can’t let this be somebody else’s problem.

(Papyrus’ station is the next nearest to the ruins. You can’t let this be Papyrus’ problem, he’s already too involved and that’s hard enough for you to live with.)

You try to Judge the other humans—it didn’t help before, but maybe…

You can’t, though.

It doesn’t work, not anymore.

Trying to call on whatever magic used to let you see LOVE and EXP at a glance is like trying to catch water in your fist, slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you grip.

It takes you awhile to understand, but you get it eventually.

Judges are supposed to be impartial and fair.

But you have blood on your hands, now.

You’re not The Judge, not anymore, just the executioner.

You hate the ugly, scary face you see in the mirror.

You understand now more than ever why Alphys did what she did. You think she probably had the right idea and you wish you could join her.

You can’t.

You have to live with this.

Just a little bit longer.

Maybe you’ll get lucky and just dust on your own.

…You wish.

You start to space out a lot.

You don’t know if it’s your head-wound or just your soul itself recoiling from the idea of inhabiting a body that does the horrible, unforgivable things you’re doing with it.

You like it, though.

It’s inconvenient sometimes, feeling so separate from yourself that you can’t…process…anything going on around you except simple commands and ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions, but mostly, it’s a relief.

It’s a brief period of time where you can just…barely exist.

You don’t really know where it is you go, mentally, when you dissociate like that, but it’s so close to what you really want and with that off the table…

Hell, you’ll take what you can get.

It’s an accident the first time you do it.

You’re just holding onto a hunk of pyrite in your pocket when you space out, and when you come back from…wherever, you feel a stinging pain in your closed fist.

There’s a scrape along your metacarpals where you’d been clutching the rock just a little too tightly, some tiny lines dug right into the surface of the bone.

There’s no chance of finding anything to heal it with down here, not in this barren hellscape that the Underground’s become, so you just sort of…leave it.

It hurts a little, but no worse than every other painful thing you have to do these days.

You don’t think about it for awhile, but then…

The next human to fall is a little girl. She can’t be older than ten and you come across her shivering through the outskirts of Snowdin, calling out to no one.

She lost her mom, she hurt her ankle, the vines, she couldn’t…please, wasn’t there anybody down here?

There’s tears streaking down your skull when you break her neck—quick, but horrible, and that night you leave more scrapes along your hand because you hate yourself more than anything and the pain helps you remember that.

It turns into a habit because of how easy it is. You have a whole collection of rough, sharp, and jagged things to choose from and all you have to do is keep one in your pocket so you have it when you need it.

It’s less noticeable than curling your fingers into your eye-socket, and Pap hates that.

At least your hands, you can hide.

They’re always in your pockets anyway, your bro won’t question it or look at you all sad and disappointed…

…Maybe if you put enough gouges in the bone, you’ll even scrape off the bloodstains that haunt you when you close your eye-sockets.

Hasn’t worked so far but you don’t see the harm in trying.

You make it out.

There’s no war.

Pap gets his teeth fixed, a therapist for his anxiety issues, a job to be productive at, and he even starts taking classes. He wants to be a nurse and you can’t guess if dad would be more proud or horrified by that.

You…

You don’t really…do anything.

You never thought this far ahead. You don’t know what to do, now that you’re here.

You think you always just sort of expected…some kind of justice, after everything you’d done, but…

Undyne was the one in jail, not you. You’re free and you’re…

Floundering.

You still feel like justice is coming for you, it has to be, you were a Judge, you know, but the other shoe just isn’t dropping and it’s driving you crazy.

Well…crazier.

At least the sky is beautiful.

You probably don’t deserve to look at it, but you do anyway.

You never thought you’d see this, not in a million years.

Pap waits a lot longer than you thought he would before he starts pushing you to get out of the house.

You do, mostly to humor him, because it’s not like you’d be any good at a day-job. Your short-term memory is shit and you’re not reliable to show up every day because you never really know when you’re going to have an episode or miss an alarm or just be too exhausted and broken to drag your coccyx out of bed in the morning.

You do a lot of aimless wandering around the city.

Humans have been kind about monsters, for sure, but you know damn well how scary you look. You try not to let it hurt your feelings too much when you see people turning around when they see you coming, averting their eyes from you with fear on their faces.

(It does hurt your feelings. It hurts your feelings a lot. You never wanted to scare people and now it seems like it’s all you do.)

(The likely thought of never getting a laugh again sends a splinter through your soul, just one of the many ugly cracks littering it now.)

When you see the poster for the local animal shelter, asking for volunteers, you figure you don’t have much to lose there.

What are they gonna do, fire you? From working for free?

You meet with the lady who runs the place. You try to be upfront, let her know you’ve got some…issues, but you want to work; you want to help,anything to get out of the house and stay occupied because Pap is right, staying in all day and obsessing over your sins is killing you, you really dowant to be busy, maybe for the first time in your life.

You luck out: the manager’s in a tight spot, her best worker is on vacation and she really does need an extra pair of hands around to help pick up the slack.

You get the ‘job’ and it’s…good.

Really good.

There’s nothing too hard or complicated for you to learn and the humans are a little edgy around you like they always are, but the animals…

They’re soft and small and they’re here because they need help, and even a big scary skeleton is fine by them as long as you can pass them a bowl of kibble or clean out a litterbox from time to time.

They don’t know what you’ve done and if they did, they wouldn’t care.

You want to have that for a little while, at least until your karma comes back to bite you.

Here feels like as good a place as any to wait for whatever justice is coming for a sinner like you.

You don’t expect the human.

Manager-lady introduces you, this is that ‘best worker’ she brought you in to cover for.

They’re a lot nicer than most about looking a little spooked when they see you for the first time. They cover it pretty quick to keep from hurting your feelings and are perfectly polite afterwards.

The fact that they’re aware you have feelings to be hurt puts them a step above most of the other humans you’ve met up here.

Maybe that’s why you remember their face so quickly.

The name takes longer to stick, but you recognize them when you see them the next day and actually remember who they are, and that’s a pretty big deal for you.

They talk to you a lot and you don’t really get it, but it’s…nice.

You try to help them out with easy stuff, high shelves and heavy bags to let them know you appreciate the kindness.

Back in the glory days of your unbroken skull and your unbloodied hands, you’d tell them a joke and offer to take them to Grillby’s sometime for being a pal, but Grillby’s is gone and you have no business trying to make friends with a human after how many you’d killed.

You hope the little bit you can do is enough.

Like when a scruffy dog in bad shape comes in one day and slips his leash and you see them about to just go right up to it, like that was a totally safe thing for a squishy little human to do.

You do it for them.

You get bit, but the only real casualty is your hoodie pocket and you can sew that up later, no harm, no foul.

The little guy’s still on edge and you’ve seen the human in the dog room, chatting up the pups and handling them all with care and affection.

If anybody can help your new buddy here chill out, you think it’s probably them.

They do, and when the vet comes to take him away, the human does the weirdest thing.

They ask you if you’re okay. Like it matters, like it’s important, like they care…

And they’re not even afraid to touch you while they ask.

You don’t get it.

You really don’t get it.

……But it’s nice.

They actually name the dog Buddy.

It’s hilarious and so are they the next time you have a run-in with them. You shortcut into the laundry room trying to find the apatite that fell out of your pocket and end up spooking them a little, but it doesn’t last.

They scowl at you and tell you that you oughta wear a bell and before you even realize you’re doing it, you’re shooting back with a pun, faster than you have in years.

They laugh.

It takes a second but they laugh, at a joke you told, and it’s a sound you thought you’d never hear again.

It’s beautiful. You want to make them laugh even more.

You get them giggling about the absurdity of your ketchup collection and your pocket-rock, and when you offhandedly mention your background in geology to explain the latter, they look impressed but don’t push very hard for details.

You don’t know why they ask you to lunch with them, but they call you ‘funny’ and offer to pay and well…

You don’t really know how to say no to that.

They order for you and their guess is so spot-on it’s crazy. The food is great too, greasy and delicious like you haven’t had since the last time you went to Grillby’s before it shut down and you couldn’t bear to go anymore, the man himself looking smaller and thinner by the day like he could just disappear in a strong breeze.

They ask about you and you tell them, the good stuff at least, plus some of the not-so-horrible stuff—cards on the table, and all that.

They get you talking about Pap for awhile, too, and maybe you gush a little, but it’s been too long since you’ve had anybody to talk to about how cool your brother is.

“It seems like it runs in the family,” they say to you, and…

Oh, stars, your skull gets hot and you laugh a little, not knowing what else to do.

You try to turn the subject around to them, but they seem a little shy, too, like they feel their story isn’t important or exciting enough to share.

You kinda doubt that. You get the feeling there’s a pretty cool person sitting across from you and they just don’t believe it yet.

You break the tension with a pun and they pun right back and when they get the courage to ask for your number, hoping to have lunch together some other time, you give it to them.

It could be nice to have a friend again, even if just for a little while.

They start texting you in the middle of the night with some gold-tier jokes and memes.

At first, you’re a little concerned they might not sleep well or something—one of the upsides of your severe cranial damage is that you don’t dream anymore, no dreams, no nightmares—but apparently their sleep schedule is just a little wonky.

You’re fine with it, it gives you something else to focus on in those weird midnight hours when you’re usually just trapped alone with your thoughts and regrets.

You send them pictures of your rock collection and get to see their interest in your hobby start to flourish. They send you geology-specific memes now and pictures of cool rocks they think you’ll like, and it’s so cute and thoughtful that you almost can’t even handle it.

They’re a good friend and when you see the look on their face when they talk about Buddy, how they can’t adopt him, how he just has to go to somebody else’s home to be somebody else’s dog…

It doesn’t feel right.

You want to do something for them.

You drop a hint to Pap and even though you’re pretty sure he knows what you’re trying to get him to do, he does it anyway.

Buddy’s your dog now, yours and Pap’s and the human’s, and they can come over and see him whenever they want to, problem solved.

Papyrus tells you later that ‘Your Human’ was really nice and even wanted to be his friend, too.

It makes you happy that they were kind to your brother.

And your cheekbones feel a little warm again at the phrase, ‘Your Human.’

You try not to think about it too hard.

Pap invites them over for dinner one night and they bring gifts.

Your bro gets the cutest little plant you’ve ever seen and you…

You get the funniest rock you’ve ever seen, engraved with an ironic pun that probably wasn’t the manufacturer’s intention but is all the more hilarious for it.

It’s perfect, you love it, they’re the most thoughtful human you’ve ever met and when they start ignoring you in favor of the dog, you’re…

Maybe a little jealous.

When they offer to pet you, too, as a joke, you actually take them up on it.

Their fingers are warm where they touch the whole side of your skull, blunted nails scritching along the bone.

It’s…a lot nicer than you thought it’d be.

You make a dumb joke to change the subject and try to squeeze in another nap on the couch when they go off to help Pap with dinner. You’ve faceplanted into spaghetti before and it’s really not something you want to do tonight, with them here to see you do it.

You manage to avoid it and dinner is a perfectly pleasant affair, and when the topic somehow turns around to vacations, they get your bro to actually agree to a trip somewhere and that kind of craftiness is impressive.

They grab your hand after dinner, trying to convince you that the size difference between you is ridiculous and stars above, color you convinced.

They’re so small and their little hands are so soft and cute in yours that you don’t even think to be bashful about the scratched-up state of your metacarpals.

They get all flustered and annoyed with the way you’re laughing at them, so you offer an apology hug and they take the bait.

They get even more cute and flustered when you put your chin on their head because you can and even though they’re a little mad (heh), the night ends with laughter and smiles.

You can’t quite shake the way they’d felt in your arms, though, how nice it’d been to have their warm body tucked right up against your sternum and their arms trying in vain to wrap around your ribs.

Yet another thing to not think about.

You harass them a little bit trying to figure out where they want to take you and Pap on vacation.

You know you’re being annoying, but it’s playful and friendly and honestly, more fun than you’ve had in longer than you care to think about.

They’re a little exasperated with you, but you can tell by the way they smile and roll their eyes at your efforts that they’re not really mad at you.

You’re…glad.

Lately, you feel…so much more yourself, cracking jokes and playing pranks and just generally teasing the hell out of your human. You’re comfortable around them, in a way that you haven’t been comfortable with…

…

Jeez, have you ever been this comfortable with somebody?

You don’t really know. You don’t think so…but you like it.

Pap seems pretty convinced they want to take you to the beach and your bro is a whiz at pattern-recognition, so if that’s the thing he’s put together from whatever itinerary they gave him, that’s probably what it is.

He picks up some matching shirts for you to wear on the trip, but late one night you go online and do a little shopping of your own.

You’ve been eyeing that heart-shaped rose quartz for your collection for awhile now, and if you just so happen to tack on a punderful shirt in your human’s size and click the one-day shipping…

Well, that’s just coincidence, ain’t it?

You take awhile dragging yourself out of bed the morning of.

At first, it’s just because you’re feeling a little slow, but when Pap starts laying on the horn, impatiently yelling threats at you, you decide to take a quick break on purpose.

Even from inside, you can hear that he’s yelling at you in caps, and it’s been so long since you heard him talking in the right case that you…maybe milk it a little.

You just miss the much easier confidence Papyrus used to have before the whole Underground went to hell and before his closest friend tried to rearrange his face with her fists.

It’s nice to know that that part of him is still there, even if you have to get him pissed off beyond all reason to actually hear it.

By the time you know you’re really toeing the line of tardiness levels at which Pap will be ready and willing to try kicking your ass, you kinda have to rush to get ready and almost forget to snag the dog, but you make it and it’s fine, no big deal.

You end up at the beach, just as predicted, and your human is a little disappointed that they hadn’t kept it as good of a secret as they’d thought, but they cheer right up when Pap passes them the shirt you bought.

You’re a little embarrassed by how earnestly they thank you for it, but they don’t press it and when you all go change into swimwear…

Wow.

Wow, they look nice in a bathing suit, real cute, and when you say something about it and make them embarrassed for a change, they only look cuter.

You hang back with them while they put on their sun lotion, just…looking at them.

You never pictured yourself being friends with a human, not after…

Everything.

But this human…you really think you’d like them to be the exception. They’re curious and respectful and just so…genuine.

You’re happy around them, comfortable, even when they seem to take way too much pleasure in making your skull glow and you think this is a friendship you’d really like to keep.

You’re…maybe a little too comfortable with them, though.

You pick them up once in the water, for a piggyback ride, and you don’t think anything of it at the time, but after you realize maybe that was crossing the line a little. You shouldn’t be doing that kind of thing, touching people, especially not without asking, and you really…feel the need to at least apologize for it.

They wave you off and apparently…you’ve been touching them a lot, way more than you realized and that’s…

When they tell you it’s fine because you’re not scary, because they trust you, it’s the worst kind of reality check you can imagine.

You’re a murderer. You’ve killed seven humans, just like this one, and they have no idea. They think you’re safe because they don’t know you, not really.

And there’s you, lulling them into a false sense of security for what? Because you like them? Because you feel like less of a monster, in the most awful sense of the word, when they smile at you and laugh at your jokes?

You’re the worst sort of liar and you can’t believe you were selfish enough to do this to somebody as nice as them.

Your fingers slip into your pocket on instinct, reaching for something that you…don’t find.

There’s no sharp edges to meet your hand, only smooth and polished stone and when you pull it out, you find the paperweight they gave you with the inspirational message etched into it.

‘NOTHING IS WRITTEN IN STONE’

It wasn’t what you wanted but your—…the human doesn’t know why, and what they say has you laughing and forgetting about your darker thoughts for awhile.

You appreciate it. Really, you do, but…

You have to talk to them.

You have to be honest, they deserve that much.

And then maybe, once you’ve said your piece, they’ll just…stop talking to you.

They’re a good person, probably too nice for their own good, you don’t think they’ll spread your secrets and if they do, well…

You’ve been ducking justice long enough.

Might as well face the music now.

You tell them.

Everything.

Every awful, sickening detail you can think of, you spill it for them and when you’re done…

They hug you.

Of all the ridiculous things to do.

They make excuses for you, they tell you they think you did the right thing, and the more they talk, the more the things they’re saying almost sound…

Believable.

It’s the Kindness in them. It has to be. No other kind of soul could make it seem like the things you’d done could’ve ever been okay, acceptable, ‘what you had to do to survive.’

If only you were still a Judge, you could see it for yourself and know the platitudes for what they are.

You’re so desperate that you actually try, calling on that half-forgotten power to try and prove what you know—that their soft green soul is just taking pity on you, telling you the words you want to hear more than anything in the world.

It’s like wading through concrete, like straining against a giant rubber band and you can’t hold it, it’s not your gift to use anymore, but for just one second…

For one tiny little moment, you See.

And the glimpse of color you See isn’t green at all.

It’s yellow—blazing bright and strong with Justice.

Stars, you’d known…you’d known for so long that this was coming, no one escaped their justice, not forever, not even a fallen Judge…

But you never thought for a single second that when it finally came, it would forgive you.

You cry.

You can’t help it, and when your human holds you, you hold them back.

They tell you they know you and everything they say…it sounds like you, the you that you were before everything went wrong. They kiss you on the cheek and make a goofy joke and you…

Stars, this human is important to you.

You can’t believe you’re lucky enough to get to keep them.

You can’t believe you fell asleep on top of them, also. That’s another thing.

You tuck them in a little before you leave and then just sort of…sit around the house all day, processing.

They text to check on you and you really don’t know how you missed your guess on their soul trait.

They’re so…kind…

But maybe they’re kind because they feel that’s the right thing to do. It’s fair to treat people nicely, to do whatever they can for whoever needs it.

You remember, eventually, what they said about Buddy and why they couldn’t adopt him themselves: it wouldn’t be fair to him.

They’ve said and done a lot of things like that, you guess, now that you’re thinking about it, and…

Maybe they’re not…entirely wrong. About you.

You end up thinking about that for a long time.

Whatever they see when they look at you…it’s not unforgivable. They think you can do better.

And when you’re with them…you feel like it could even be true.

Eventually, you settle on a promise, one you make to yourself.

You want to try.

The way they so gently said, “I really care about you,” before kissing you on the cheek is the most motivating thing you’ve felt in a long time.

And if you think about the kiss itself a little longer than is strictly ‘friendly,’ well, that’s something you’re perfectly happy to keep to yourself.

You don’t want to let yourself get too greedy.

You start a journal. You clean your room. You try meditating.

That last one makes just makes you fall asleep but the other two things are good.

You need to figure out a new shorthand, and you have to watch yourself so you don’t slip back into Wingdings that you can’t decipher later, but writing stuff down is…a lot more therapeutic than you thought it would be.

It’s like…a way to organize your jumbled thoughts, get things out and put them together in a way that makes sense.

It’s probably nothing at all like talking it out with some trained professional, but since that’s not an option, you think this way is working out pretty well. It’s not all just…festering in your soul like some acidic secret, you’re dealing with it and it feels good.

So does a mattress with clean sheets on it, and a lamp that actually works, and a room that smells like air freshener instead of dirty laundry.

You consider apologizing to Pap for all the times you made fun of him for being a neat-freak but…

Nah.

The hardest thing to do is your rock collection.

You still have some…bad days…and when those happen…

………

You’re lazy, though, and you know it.

You probably won’t…hurt yourself as much if it’s not so easy.

You pack up about half of your collection, anything rough or jagged or sharp dumped into a shoebox and replaced with tumbled, polished counterparts that couldn’t make a dent in bone, no matter how tightly you squeezed them.

You leave your human’s rock in your pocket. It’s already stopped you from punishing yourself once, so maybe…

It can be your good luck charm.

You try to keep it with you all the time, careful not to lose it through your weakened pocket.

It helps you. A lot.

You’re floored when they start confessing to you, saying things you’d been thinking, but hadn’t dared to give a voice to.

“I like you.”

“You make me laugh.”

“I feel comfortable with you.”

And when they say they don’t know what you might see in them, you’re indignant.

You tell them what you see, what you like about them the most, and it’s only…slightly awkward trying to figure out how kissing works without lips.

You don’t think there’s an actual skeleton equivalent of the gesture. You haven’t known very many skeletons, you imagine there’s probably a whole rich tapestry of cultural context you’d grown up missing, but really…

You couldn’t care less.

Your human is in your lap and you’re laughing and nuzzling each other and it’s…

Stars, it’s the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

Of course you’re going to date them.

It takes you a little bit to get into the right sort of groove for dating.

You let Pap and his dating manual psych you out a little too much at first, but your human winds you back down and you knew they were the right person to do this with: after that first, mostly successful attempt, your dates just go better and better.

You’re spending time with them, not trying too hard, but that’s exactly what they seem to want from you and it’s perfect.

Even when an unexpected run-in with Burr crashes the tail-end of a date, hitting you with two bombshells at once—Grillby’s alive and you’re actually missed—they stand by you and support you and offer to be there with you to go and see everybody again.

They really do care about you, and you…

You care about them, too.

A whole hell of a lot.

You hope they know that.

They take care of you through an episode.

They talk to you and bring you food and don’t seem to mind when you can’t really respond to them the way you want to and you can’t for the life of you figure out how they don’t see how special they are, how wonderful and amazing and so far from ‘just anybody.’

Your soul throbs when you look at them and you have no idea how you got lucky enough for them to like you the same way.

When you find out Napstablook is gonna be on TV and you had no idea, you, the former Mister Phalange On The Pulse, knowing everything about everybody, that’s what seals the deal.

You have to get back out there.

It’s time.

And you’ve got an incredible little human you’ve been dying to show off.

Going back to Grillby’s is like going back in time.

There’s some old faces, some new ones, and even if you get a dressing down and your tab is revoked (that one hurt), it’s still one of the best nights you’ve had since the old days, but even better.

You’ve got your human with you and everybody loves them, just like everybody loves your brother; a little overdue, but the sparkle in Pap’s eye-sockets when Dino asks him for an autograph is incredible.

That night is everything you could’ve asked for and you want to have a lot more like it.

You only hit one real hurdle.

On your six-monthiversary, which Pap assures you is a very real and very serious thing, your human finds a little something you’d missed.

Its sharp, curved edges are…even now, when things are so good, they’re a lot more tempting than you want to admit.

There your human is, offering it up to you, easy as can be. You know you could take it, squirrel it away somewhere, just to have it and maybe…the next time you have a bad day, or feel like you need it…

They would never know.

Your hands are already covered in scrapes and scratches, far too many for them to keep track of. One more would just be…

A huge step backward.

You reach out, closing their hand around the obsidian. You can tell that they like it, that they think it looks cool, and that kind of simple, uncomplicated passion for a neat-looking rock is beautiful.

It’s too beautiful to ruin by falling back into old, shitty habits that never really helped you anyway.

You give it to them for safekeeping. You know you’re making the right choice.

You go outside and look at the stars with your human, holding them close and telling them how happy you are, finally, after working so stupidly hard to get here.

They say they want to learn constellations with you, they want to do it as a couple, and they’re gonna make flashcards and in that moment, you can’t deny the thought even one second longer.

This is your human. They’ve helped you be so much better and you want to keep being better, by their side for as long as they’ll have you.

You’re in love.

Your vision fades back in and you’re you again, Sans kneeling in front of you on the bed. Your souls fade out, too, going back where they belong but there’s still at least one heart-shape you can see, red and beautiful in the middle of Sans’ eye-socket.

When you speak, it feels like you haven’t done it in a long time. “What…what did you see?”

Sans smiles at you, soft and affectionate. “everything,” he says. “i love you.”

You think you know why he can say that to you so boldly, so easily, without fear of rejection.

If he’s seen as much of you as you’ve seen of him…if he’s seen himself through your eyes, then he already knows you feel the same.

You say it, anyway. “I love you, too.”

He reaches out to you, cupping your cheek in one hand. You nuzzle tenderly against his scars—scars you hadn’t recognized as scars before—and you look up at him with a cheeky little grin.

“You saw all my super-embarrassing stuff, I guess? And you love me anyway?”

“heheheh…you kiddin’? makes me love ya’ more.”

“Ditto.” You snicker as one of his memories floats back to you. “Please tell me you have pictures somewhere of Papyrus’ goth thing.”

Sans laughs out loud. “oh man, so many. a whole album, i’ll show ya’ sometime.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that!”

He leans in for a quick little nuzzle, something you’d call a peck if lips were involved.

“ya’ got any questions for me?” he wonders quietly. “anything ya’ want me to…?”

You think about it, but… “No. I’m good.” You think you’ve seen everything, everything important about your skeleton that you could ever really need to know. “How about you? Any questions? Concerns? Criticisms?”

Sans chuckles. “just one. why…why’d you want to get to know me so bad in the first place?”

Of all the questions for him to ask, that’s probably the one that makes the most sense.

Why had you wanted to know him so much, way back when you’d first met? When he was just a vaguely scary-looking stranger you saw at work sometimes and nothing else? Before you’d had even the slightest idea that there was a sweet, funny, wonderful man lurking just beneath the surface?

“Honestly,” you say slowly, really thinking about it, “I was just…curious about you.”

Sans’ grin broadens, a teasing note entering his voice. “curiosity killed the cat, y’know.”

“Hmm. Really?” You give him a smirk. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m a dog-person, then.”

“heheheheheheheh…”

His eye-sockets are doing that feline, crinkly thing again that you love so much.

“But…” you add after a second, “I guess cats are pretty cute, too.”

You stretch a little, reaching up for a kiss.

Sans holds you close and in that moment, you know you were right.

Life is good.

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Unfold Drabble Imagine 2 | Steve Rogers 🥀

Summary : Wanda sets you up on a blind date with Steve Rogers requested by : @alwayssomeoneelse

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A/N : I was not expecting it to be this long! I apologize!!

*this is set 2 years before the wedding*

“Come on! Just give this guy a chance!” Wanda exclaimed.

You sat on the couch, FaceTiming your friend, while eating a bowl of cereal. “I told you I don’t do blind dates.” You said. “I am too busy with work and—“

“Bull shit, you and I both know it’s about Bucky.” She cut you off.

Suddenly, heat began to radiate off you, as you became a flustering mess. Trying to brush it off and pretend you had no idea what she meant.

“Just think about it, okay?”

You only nodded, before she waved goodbye and hung up. Leaving you to your thoughts. Maybe she was right? Maybe deep down, it was about Bucky. Subconsciously, you were putting off the dating life because of him. And you didn’t realize it.

In that very moment, Bucky had stormed into your apartment, creating you to jump.

“Fuck, you scared me!” You yelped, clutching your chest with your hand.

He strode over to your side and pulled you up to your feet, his smile never faltering. “I bought a ring.” He said.

You furrowed your brows, trying to understand his statement as you quickly placed the bowl down onto the coffee table. “A ring?”

He nodded, as he pulled out a little black box from his pocket. Just then, you knew exactly what he had meant, and suddenly you could feel your stomach begin to churn.

“I-Is this what I think it is?” Your voice shook.

“Yep! I am going to ask Nat to marry me.”

And just like that, a sharp pain had struck across your chest and you felt sick.

“I’m so nervous but also excited. I have it all planned out—“

You were too busy gazing at the diamond ring, you sort of tuned him out without realizing. You were in shock, and had no idea what to think.

“I’m going to ask her tomorrow night.” He said, snapping you back to reality.

“Oh—t-that’s—Wow.”

“Yeah, but I have to go. We are going on a little getaway trip.” He winked. “I’ll call you tomorrow after everything.”

Bucky gave you a quick, yet warm hug before running out of your apartment.

The moment you were left alone, you felt broken. Small even.

But you knew how he felt about Natasha.

Immediately, you grabbed your phone and texted Wanda.

‘Fine. I’ll do it.’

A few minutes later, she replied.

‘Omg yay!!! Okay, I will send you the address to the restaurant. And his name is Steve. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.’

You let out a long sigh once you realized what you had done. Agreeing to a date with someone you didn’t know wasn’t something you did. Ever. But for now, you needed a distraction.

The next day, after the day had come and gone, and you had gotten ready for the date, you were on your way to meet the mystery guy.

Every part of you felt hot, as if heat had formed a layer over your skin. You were a nervous wreck to say the least.

Once you walked into the restaurant, you couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. Everyone seemed so formal and overdressed. You were at lost for words.

“May I help you?” The host asked.

“Y-yes. Um—I am here to meet Steve. Steve Rogers?” You said hesitantly.

She smiled and nodded. “Right this way.”

You followed her into the dining area, feeling your heart pound with every step you took. It felt as if it could jump out of your chest.

“Here you are.”

Your eyes had met a pair of beautiful, alluring blue eyes and suddenly, you almost forgot how to breathe.

He propped up to his feet, with a cheeky smile forming on his lips. “Hey-hi. Um you must be Y/N?”

You nodded, with a grin. “Yea, it’s nice to meet you.”

He stared at you longingly for just a moment, admiring your features. Steve was taken aback, and mesmerized by you.

But he cleared his throat and pulled out a chair for you. “So you’re a friend of Wanda?” He asked, as you sat down in the seat and watched him return to his.

You nodded, feeling more nervous now than before. “Yep, she and I work together.” You said.

It was a bit awkward at first, not knowing what to say or how to act. It was beginning to make your stomach churn.

But that was until a couple a few tables away created a scene. You couldn’t help but laugh.

It somehow broke the ice and suddenly, you had so much to talk about.

Sitting with him, almost felt as if everyone around you had disappeared and only you two were left in the restaurant.

He was sarcastic but funny, he kept you laughing and smiling so much, your cheeks began to ache.

The waiter had come to take your order a few times and every time, neither you or Steve were ready to order anything. It was probably annoying the staff since it was a high end restaurant but you were too busy talking about whatever came to mind.

“Honestly nothing really sounds good to me.” Steve exhaled, going over the menu for the tenth time.

You nodded in agreement, looking at the prices. “Yea, this isn’t somewhere I would have chosen to eat at.” You chuckled.

Steve placed his menu down, “how about we ditch this place.”

You met his gaze, with your lips curving at the edges. “That’d be perfect.”

And with that, you both propped up to your feet and made your way out of the restaurant.

Steve had a motorcycle which he brought. And though this was something you had never even thought of doing tonight, you got on the bike and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

“What do you feel like eating?” He asked before revving the motorcycle.

“Mm pizza! You can never go wrong with that.”

He let out a chuckle but nodded, as he turned his attention to the front of him. “Pizza it is.”

The moment you were off, you could feel your heart begin to beat rapidly. This was something you have never done before. And it was thrilling to say the least.

Feeling the air blowing against you felt refreshing, and you somehow felt free.

It was weird, but you didn’t want this moment to end.

Once you two ordered the pizza, and bought some beer, you had decided to head back to his apartment. Maybe watch a movie or a show.

He lived in a small studio on top of a coffee shop. Something he said he loved more than anything. Mostly because he never had to make his own coffee.

You two decided to sit on the floor in front of the tv and watch game of thrones. Or at least try too.

The alcohol had created your mind to haze and suddenly you were feeling more flirtatious than before.

Steve wasn’t shy about it either, and would flirt back.

It was like two high school kids who liked each other. Something so pure and innocent but so tense and hot.

But then, being the klutz that you are, you had accidentally spilled the beer all over his shirt.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You said, feeling panicked as you tried to wipe it up with napkins.

Steve couldn’t help but belt out into laughter, his head tilted back as his eyes squeezed shut.

Seeing him sit there, so carefree, you found yourself laughing along with him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He said, taking your hand into his. Suddenly, your stomach fluttered and chills had covered you completely. “Luckily I live here, so I have plenty of shirts to change into.”

Steve propped up to his feet and walked over to his dresser which happened to be only a few feet away.

You weren’t trying to stare but it was hard to look away. Especially the moment he took his shirt off and exposed his bare chest. You could feel yourself grow hotter just by looking at him.

He caught you staring which made you feel embarrassed. But Steve only thought of it as cute.

Instead of putting another shirt on, he decided to just slip on a thin jacket, leaving it open for you to see his body.

“Hey, do you mind passing me my beer.” He asked.

You looked at the bottle which wasn’t far from his reach. It hit you almost instantly when you realized what he was trying to do.

Without hesitation, you got up and made your way over to him. Nervously biting on your lower lip.

He held your gaze with his. Not once looking away.

“Here you go.” You said, now just inches away from him.

His hand grazed over yours just before taking the bottle. Still locking his eyes on you.

“Thanks.” He whispered.

Suddenly, you had forgotten the show was on. You even managed to forget pretty much everything that was going on in your life.

In that moment, you felt yourself lean in.

Steve’s heart was beating erratically in his chest, he was just as nervous as you were. But he knew he was hooked the second he laid his eyes on you.

And with one breath, you both caved into each other. Crashing your lips, and taking each other in.

It wasn’t long before you had reached his bed, and before you knew it, you were taking each other’s clothes off.

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More parenting questions because we need specifics! Attachment parenting or cry it out? Baby wearing? Homemade baby food? Are any picky eaters? Do they introduce them to any religion? (I imagine Harry showing them all if anyone starts to ask questions) What stance will Jeff and Harry take on underage drinking or age of first cell phones? Who gives the birds and bees talk? Are they the cool house to hang out at for the teenagers? (Harry always has baked goods, Jeff has a killer vinyl collection)

i love you for this.

okay. so in terms of parenting style, it evolves from baby to baby. they had such a hard time getting pregnant with the twins that it makes them super protective once theyre born. harry is a bit more overbearing and neurotic, and not to say that jeff isnt just as scared and nervous, he’s just a bit more rational. they read the same books and know almost all of the same information, but when it comes down to it, harry often foregoes what most people and experts will tell you in favor of rushing down the hall if either twin so much as hiccups. jeff tries to reason with him and urge him to let them self soothe sometimes but its with very limited success. and jeff is kinda constantly battling with himself because he knows that harry is still spooked after the miscarriages (he is too) and when he forces harry to stay in the room and not run to them as soon as they cry, he sees how uncomfortable it makes harry, so he usually relents. however, harry relaxes over time. by the time the twins are around 6 months, he has other things to worry about, namely being pregnant again so soon, so he’s tired and cranky and swollen so letting the twins cry it out is sometimes the better option. he knows that he has a secure attachment with both twins and that they’re not lacking for anything, and that they’re both healthy and happy. with river, harry is significantly more relaxed, and by the time willow comes along, he and jeff are both old pros.

BABY WEARING. if you think for one second that harry would not be ecstatic over the possibility of having his baby/babies strapped to him so he can walk around and show them off, even if its only at home and his only audience is the house plants, youre a CRAZY PERSON. harry loves a baby sling. jeff is less enthusiastic than harry but he’s still pretty psyched about it. even though when they take the twins out together, one baby per chest, they do look ridiculous. harry never gets tired of it, even after 4 kids. especially when theyre newborns. catch him doing laundry and dishes with his paisley printed baby scarf-sling on. DELIGHTFUL.

homemade baby food. they try it just for shits when the twins are able to start solids but its a very short-lived project. too much mess. too expensive. store bought it just fine for them lol

eli will eat whatever you put in front of him, but jude, harrys sweet, otherwise amicable little boy, is the one who goes through a phase where he proclaims ‘i dont like it’ to anything and everything. oddly enough, though, the things he will still eat are mostly healthy, like cubed fruit and baby carrots. however, he’s still a big fan of mac and cheese, but staunchly refuses to eat dino-shaped nuggets, to which eli usually looks at harry and jeff as if he’s saying ‘more for me, right?’ river is easy, too. a little human garbage disposal. harry has had to stop him from trying to eat a banana peel more than he’d like to admit. willow isnt quite as easy as river but she’s pretty close. all of the azoff children have very broad palates, thanks to harry and his adventurous cooking. jeff and harry also like to very very hands-on with the kids eating experiences -- they dedicate one night a week to having the kids help them with dinner. harry also likes to bake with them quite a bit. how many 4 years old do you know that have baked a lemon tart?

as far as religion goes, the kids are raised with ~blended religions ie jewish and christian (i did some research on it, and much like any other polarizing topic, there are a lot of people who claim that it has to be a hard left of right, one or the other, but if you dig a bit past the more sensationalized articles, you can find some info on people who were raised with two faiths and turned out just fine -- its finding a balance and respecting the holidays and traditions of both -- as well as explaining things just as you would if you were raising them with one faith. if given the room to explore both and come to their own decisions, it can actually be very valuable and healthy **also worth noting that i myself am not a religious person but i know its important to a lot of people). jeff and harry do their best to keep things clear and distinct but also make sure that the kids dont feel alienated or distant from either side. they dont force anything on them -- the kids are free to say no to certain things, and they both do their best to answer questions and such, so its not super strict, but more of a ‘its there if you want it’ type of situation. the kids also think its very special that they get to celebrate Hanukkah and christmas

as neurotic as harry was when they were little, once the kids are older, he’s the more lax one when it comes to certain things ie drinking, pot, tattoos, etc. he’s pro ‘if youre gonna drink id rather you do it in the house than at a party’ so when the boys are 18/19, they’re allowed to have a beer or a glass of wine if they want it, as long as harry takes their keys. he knows that if you make something super off limits, its gonna make it that much more tempting when he’s not around to say no. thats why when river is 6 and asks what beer tastes like, harry lets him have a super tiny sip and is amused when river spits it out immediately, but less amused when he spits it out back into the bottle. jeff is a bit more strict and would prefer that they dont do it at all, but he respects harrys policies and kinda grins and bears it.

jeff does the birds and the bees because harry is banned from talking about anything sex-related around the kids per their own request, simply because he’s super embarrassing and they hate it lmao sometimes he sits down and watches those shitty daytime talk shows, the one with the doctors as a panel, and he learns some random ass info about penile health and the next thing you know he’s bringing it up at breakfast only to be met with a chorus of ‘shut upppp dad, oh my GOD’ jeff is way more chill and easy to talk to, and the kids dont mind when he tells them because they can see that he’s just as uncomfortable as they are, eager to have it done and over with, as opposed to the theatrics they know theyd get with harry (probably some pseudo guidance counselor nonsense where he’d act placid and calm and stare at them with his laser beam focus, radiating ‘you can tell me anything’ vibes that would make them want to wither away. there’d be hand gestures and a condom demonstration with a banana, a lecture on embracing your sexuality but being careful and safe. NO THANKS, says all 4 kids)

and you are absolutely correct, other kids and teenagers seem to love going to the hazoff household, even though the actual hazoff kids dont know why. one of their dads is a complete goof (and totally embraces it) and the other is significantly more chill but also prone to being nerdy and embarrassing (harry tries to impress under the guise of being casual, whereas jeff is always ready to bust out naked baby pictures while simultaneously be the ~cool one). there are always cookies or some type of loaf cake on the counter and ready to be eaten, and jeff is always working on some new sound or projection system for movies. its just a really nice, open environment where anyone who steps into their house is accepted with open arms. unless they’re rude or mean. then harry is mildly passive aggressive but otherwise still civil. only once that person leaves does he mutter something about ‘well they weren’t very nice’

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

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jaemtens · 6 years ago

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Rescue (Chapter 9)

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summary: When Soonyoung finally “agrees” to let Junhui get a dog for their apartment, he realizes that he needed something a little bit more than a puppy. Enter Minghao, the bona fide Bad Boy™ with tattoos and piercings. Oh, and he doodles puppies and kittens in their Probability and Confirmation class.

chapter 9: junhui

“Jun, we can see you out here. You’re not sneaky.”

Junhui’s head shot up at the sound of Dokyeom’s voice coming from the now-open door of the shelter. Eyes wide, he peeked over the large bush he’d been trying to hide behind, his third hiding place in the last half an hour. Dokyeom was leaning against the door to keep it propped open, arms crossed his chest, looking disappointed and amused all at once.

“It’s fine, you can come in,” Dokyeom offered, shaking his head good-naturedly. “Minghao’s not here.”

At that, Junhui popped out from behind the landscaping, feeling forty-six percent more distressed than he had in the entire thirty minutes he’d been trying to make himself go inside the shelter.

“Not here?” Junhui squeaked, approaching Dokyeom now. “What do you mean, not here? Is he okay? Did he quit? Did he leave the country to avoid me??” Junhui was practically wringing his hands by the time he stopped almost-yelling at Dokyeom, and he’d never actually seen anyone wring their hands in real life. He hadn’t even considered it being a thing until just now.

As Junhui stood there, flailing internally and externally, watching Dokyeom watch him with a growing amount of pity, Dino appeared, poking his head out the door Dokyeom was leaning against.

“Relax, Jun. He’s just off today. People do have days off, y’know,” Dino said, chuckling.

Junhui deflated, overcome with relief. “Oh. Right. A day off,” he muttered, lowering his eyes to his shoes as he attempted to process his embarrassment. He was acting like a total idiot, and he knew it, and now Minghao’s friends knew it, too, so it would probably only be a matter of time before Minghao himself knew it, and that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He had to pull himself together, and fast.

Dokyeom rolled his eyes, lifting himself off the door and turning to go inside. “Well, you might as well come in. I think you’re driving away all the potential visitors. People hiding in bushes are never a good sign,” he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared into the shelter, Dino following along behind him like the puppy he was. Junhui sighed, exiting the foliage completely, dusting a few stray leaves off his sweater as he wandered in after them.

Dino was already sitting in his usual place behind the counter when Junhui made it into the shelter, Dokyeom flipping through a neatly organized file nearby. Without glancing up, Dokyeom began to talk again.

“So, did you have more questions about Lilli? Anything wrong?” he asked, and his voice sounded professional again, as if the simple act of crossing the threshold of his place of employment had the profound ability to alter his personality. Junhui was kind of marveling at that, wishing he had a tenth of the maturity, emotional and otherwise, that Minghao’s friends seemed to, when he remembered that he should probably answer Dokyeom’s questions.

“Uh. No, not really. Lilli’s great. She’s amazing,” Junhui replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I came to… I actually wanted to… um…” he trailed off, knowing that the real reason he’d come was probably already glaringly obvious, and Dokyeom had just been humoring him. Junhui was always far more obvious than he liked to believe he was. When he looked up again, both Dokyeom and Dino were just sort of staring at him, twin expressions of bemusement on their faces. Just waiting for him to state the obvious.

Well. Maybe he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, Junhui thought, frowning a little as he stared back at the shelter employees.

Finally, Dino saved everyone in the room from a prolonged silent stare-off, and said, “You came to see Minghao, huh.”

Junhui sighed, falling onto the nearest couch, probably more dramatically than he’d meant to. “Yeah. I guess,” he groaned, throwing one arm over his eyes to shield himself from any more pitying looks Dino and Dokyeom were giving him.

Someone moved Junhui’s legs off the couch, and then he felt the piece of furniture dip with the weight of someone new sitting down next to him. He didn’t bother to look as whoever it was rearranged Junhui’s legs on their lap carefully.

“I don’t think this is the place you need to talk to Minghao, Jun,” Dino said finally, his voice thoughtful.

Junhui moved his hand enough to squint at the younger boy next to him. “What do you mean?”

Dino frowned a little, thinking hard. “I mean… this is now kind of the place where things keep getting confused between you guys, and keep going wrong. I think you need… a new place, y’know?” he suggested, looking over at Junhui.

Junhui matched his frown. “I guess you could be right. We aren’t really getting anywhere, every time we see each other here. But… he won’t talk to me in class, when he shows up, and I don’t really see him anywhere else. Where am I supposed to find him?” he questioned, at a loss.

“The shelter,” Dokyeom said from behind the desk. “You need to find him at the homeless shelter.”

An ice cold chill ran down Junhui’s spine at hearing the same suggestion he’d gotten from Wonwoo. “I don’t think I can go there, Dokyeom. I don’t think I should,” he protested, feeling sick at the very thought of it. He wasn’t worried about actually being at the shelter itself. He wasn’t afraid of Minghao’s situation, at all. He was mostly just afraid of Minghao’s apparently extra large sense of pride, and his likely reaction to Junhui just showing up at his sort-of-home, which would probably amount to a door being slammed in his face and no further opportunities for conversation. Ever.

He realized suddenly that this trip had been pointless. He was just getting the same advice he'd already gotten. The advice he had felt so sure of at first, but then, in typical Junhui fashion, began to doubt.

Dino gave Junhui a serious look, still next to him on the couch with Junhui’s legs in his lap. “Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you should do, Jun. It matters what you need to do. Sometimes, I think…” Dino trailed off for a moment, pondering his next words before he said them, “I think the meaning of a person’s actions is more important than the actions themselves,” Dino decided after a while. “I think that you being willing to go out there and see Minghao might be the only thing that makes him pay attention.”

Junhui blinked at Dino in amazement. “Dude. How old are you, again?” he asked in disbelief.

Dino grinned. “I’m twenty!”

Sitting up, Junhui shook his head, laughing a little. “Twenty, and about twenty years worth of smarter than me. Unbelievable,” he muttered.

From across the room, Dokyeom snorted. “I know, right? It’s disturbing.”

When Junhui looked back at Dino, the kid was still smiling serenely, looking completely confident in his words. Junhui really had no choice but to accept his previous decision.

And he would. He just needed one more night to continue wallowing in the whole situation, first.

As he walked down the hall towards his apartment, after he’d visited the shelter, Junhui heard something strange. There were… strange noises, coming from his home. Or, maybe the apartment next door. He took a few more cautious steps in that direction, and, yep, it was definitely inside he and Soonyoung’s apartment.

Junhui heard talking. And laughter. And terrible, terrible off-key singing, interspersed between the two.

It was all very bizarre, because of late, Sooyoung had been pretty stressed and depressed. Between Junhui’s life falling apart, and what Junhui could only guess was Jihoon’s continued lack of making the first move and actually talking to Soonyoung, he’d watched helplessly as his roommate descended into a pattern of eating, sleeping, making sure Junhui and Lilli were fed, and not much else. Soonyoung had gone out the other night for the first time in weeks, but when he got back, Junhui couldn’t get a straight answer on where he’d been. It was terribly inconvenient, timing-wise, because Junhui was pretty busy melting down and shoving his head further up his own ass simultaneously, so he couldn’t really do much to help his roommate out of whatever dark hole he’d fallen down.

But now, Junhui was almost one hundred percent positive he heard Soonyoung enjoying himself, and what was more, he didn’t seem to be alone, inside the apartment.

Y’know. Unless he’d suddenly developed a split personality and the two of them were having a killer time belting out Big Bang together.

Junhui maybe should have texted Soonyoung from the hallway, before just barging in on whatever party he was having. Instead, he just sort of threw the front door open without warning, and when he did, Junhui was treated to the sight of Soonyoung and Jihoon, microphones in their hands as they danced and karaoke’d like idiots on Junhui’s (Soonyoung’s) couch. That would have been enough for Junhui to tease Soonyoung about for the next decade on its own, really. But then he noticed more.

Soonyoung and Jihoon were sitting awfully close together, for one. Legs touching, even. Both of them were blushing, and Junhui was reasonably sure it wasn’t just because “Bang Bang Bang” took a lot of effort and exertion to pull off properly.

But the most incriminating piece of evidence? That came when Junhui’s eyes lowered ever so slightly, and he saw Kwon Soonyoung and Lee Jihoon, the Meanest T.A. in the whole university (except not) holding hands, right in front of Junhui’s salad.

Right on his couch that his roommate actually owned so it wasn’t technically his couch, but, whatever.

Soonyoung vaulted off said couch when he saw Junhui, and Jihoon just sort of froze in place, still grinning and flushed as Soonyoung cut off the music swiftly, straightening up to regard his roommate.

“Jun. Hey. I didn’t think you’d be home for a while. You, uh… you know Jihoon?” Soonyoung asked, waving his arm in Jihoon’s direction and wearing an expression that positively begged Junhui not to reveal certain secrets, lest he face immediate death.

Junhui cleared his throat awkwardly, tossing his bag on the floor. “Uh… yeah. We might have met,” he began, trying not to smirk too openly. “Hey, Jihoon.”

Jihoon just sort of nodded and did some sort of vague hand gesture that Junhui guessed was probably supposed to count as a wave. He seemed to be incapable of forming words, suddenly.

No one said anything for another few seconds, until Junhui finally clapped his hands together and nodded, once. “Well. This has been sufficiently weird. I’m just gonna go to my room now,” Junhui muttered, navigating around the messy front room towards the bedroom hallway. He’d almost made it to his destination when Junhui stopped, listening for any signs of life back in the living room. It was still dead silent, and Junhui figured both Soonyoung and Jihoon were still trying to catch up with, y’know. Having been caught. In short, it was the perfect time to fuck with Soonyoung, just a little bit.

“You guys don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, now!” Junhui called into the silence, knowing his intended audience was paying attention. “Oh, and if you need a condom, Soonyoung’s got a big box of them in the drawer next to his bed, Jihoon!” Junhui continued. “They’ve been there for a while, so maybe check the expiration date first, though! You’re welcoooooooooooooome!! ” Junhui trilled, and then he walked into his bedroom and slammed the door, locking it after him just in case Soonyoung decided he didn’t want to wait, to murder his roommate.

Junhui flopped onto his bed, giggling. He didn’t know why, because he was still scared out of his mind about the idea of visiting Minghao at the homeless shelter, but he was actually starting to feel better about everything. Less mopey, for sure. Maybe it was the fact that everyone around Minghao, everyone who spent more time with him and knew him better than Junhui did so far, seemed to think that Junhui was okay. That he was good enough for their friend, hell, that he was what Minghao needed. That, in itself, was reassuring.

But, oddly, seeing Soonyoung with Jihoon had also given him a not-so-small amount of hope, if he was being perfectly honest. He’d watched Soonyoung pine over Jihoon for two years, much longer than Junhui had spent losing his mind over Minghao (yet). He’d watched Soonyoung crush on Jihoon from afar, watched him be too shy to do anything about it. And now Jihoon was in their apartment, hanging out with Soonyoung, and Junhui knew that his little push of help had only done so much to make that happen. Soonyoung probably deserved a lot of the credit too, and once Junhui was through dealing with his own shit, he’d get the whole story of how it went down out of his roommate.

Once Soonyoung was through punishing Junhui for what he’d just done, also. There was that.

Junhui laid down to sleep after a while, knowing that tomorrow was the day. He couldn’t put it off any longer, and he didn’t want to. The determination he’d felt was still there, but he also felt confident that he was doing the right thing. Nervously confident, but confident all the same. It was an improvement. Junhui could do this. He could prove that he was what Minghao needed.

He only hoped that Minghao was willing to let him in. Like, physically let him in to his room at the shelter, never mind emotionally.

That would definitely make things easier.

The next morning, Junhui was up before the sun. Truthfully, he hadn’t slept very much at all, so that wasn’t difficult to accomplish. He woke up early. He cleaned the living room and the kitchen. He made breakfast for himself and Soonyoung, and after a moment’s thought, added a third plate, just in case Jihoon was still there. He figured it could only help his case, in incurring as little of Soonyoung’s wrath from the previous night as possible.

Junhui had gone through his cereal, eggs, bacon, and two pancakes before Soonyoung shuffled out of his bedroom sleepily, sitting down at the table across from Junhui with a yawn. Junhui remained quiet, eating slowly as Soonyoung took in the state of the apartment, with its freshly cleaned kitchen and front room, and then stared down at his food, still steaming hot from where Junhui had kept microwaving it over and over (minus the cereal, of course) until Soonyoung showed up.

“Thanks,” Soonyoung said finally, picking up and shoving an entire sausage into his mouth. Junhui watched him as he chewed, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

Soonyoung wiped his mouth on his arm ( gross ) and took a long swig of orange juice, regarding Junhui with a little smile on his face. “Okay. You can ask me.”

Junhui raised an eyebrow. If Soonyoung had somehow forgotten about Junhui’s betrayal at the end of the evening, he wasn’t about to remind him. “How was your night, Soonyoung?” he questioned instead.

Soonyoung grinned, stabbing some eggs and bringing them to his mouth. “Fucking phenomenal, ” he answered, stuffing his face anew. He didn’t look remotely displeased with Junhui. Just happy. It was refreshing. It made Junhui happy, too.

“I’m glad,” he said honestly, finishing off the last of his pancakes and clearing his plate himself. Soonyoung was still too sleepy and surprised and smiley to mention that Junhui was doing his entire job for him, probably. “I’ve gotta get going. I’m going to see Minghao,” Junhui said, turning off the sink and leaving the plates there as he made his way back over to Soonyoung.

At the table, Soonyoung glanced up from his food. “Oh? At the shelter?”

Junhui fought back the butterflies in his stomach. “Yeah. Just, not the animal one.”

Soonyoung finally remembered that he had a napkin, and made use of it. “Wow. Good luck, man,” he said after wiping his mouth, reaching up to pat Junhui on the back as best he could from his seat.

“Yeah,” Junhui said again. “Um… could I borrow your car? I don’t really want to take the bus since I don’t know… how long… how long I might be there,” he finished, his brain entertaining the best possible outcome of this plan for a few seconds as he zoned out where he stood.

“Sure,” Soonyoung said immediately, without argument. Holy shit. Maybe Jihoon really was good for him. Maybe they mellowed each other out, or something, Junhui thought.

Junhui smiled gratefully and plucked Soonyoung’s keys off their hook on the wall of the kitchen, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I’m gonna do this,” he said, giving Soonyoung a quick nod before he headed for the door of the apartment via the living room.

“Oh, Jun?” Soonyoung’s voice rang out, right when Junhui had almost managed to escape. His hand was on the doorknob, for crying out loud. So. Close.

Junhui cleared his throat. “Uh… yeah?” He closed his eyes, waiting for Soonyoung’s response.

“I think we should add another month to your dishes duty, for that crap you pulled last night, don’t you?” Soonyoung countered, his voice almost teasing, but Junhui knew he was serious.

He sighed, dropping his head in defeat. “Yeah, probably,” Junhui muttered, letting himself out the front door before Soonyoung could pile on any more punishments.

The drive to the shelter didn’t provide Junhui with nearly enough time to prepare for what he was about to do, just like the previous few days hadn’t, either. Junhui was in unfamiliar territory, now. He’d never done anything close to this, never even thought about it until Minghao. No one else had ever seemed worth the trouble, so Junhui hadn’t made an effort. But Minghao? Minghao was worth everything.

Junhui pulled Soonyoung’s car up to the curb outside the shelter he’d located with help from Wonwoo. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but the place looked okay. It wasn’t run down by any means, or even in a bad part of town. There were about ten or so rooms, lined up on two floors with separate doors outside, and Junhui craned his neck, trying to see the numbers. Dino and Dokyeom had told him that Minghao stayed in room number 8, for his favorite number. Junhui found that sort of impossibly cute, honestly.

He sat in the car for another five minutes, taking deep breaths and generally just trying to pump himself up, hopefully without going so far as to lose his breakfast all over the dashboard. It worked as much as he needed it to. It worked well enough to propel him out of the car after a while, hopping over the curb and letting himself in through the open metal gate that separated the shelter from the street.

God, what if Minghao wasn’t even home? What if he’d gone out somewhere? Junhui wondered if he’d lose his nerve completely if he was forced to try again later. It was possible. He was just going to have to find out.

Slowly, he made his way up the stairs and to the door of number 8, designated only by a single sticker slapped onto the chipped, painted wood. Junhui took a deep breath, and then he knocked.

He knocked four times, and then four more. Because eight.

Only a moment passed before Minghao’s voice sounded from inside.

“I’m not here.”

Junhui fought back a panicked chuckle. Minghao made him smile so much, underneath all the layers of nervousness he was currently experiencing. “Yes, you are,” he countered, raising his voice enough to be heard through the door.

When Minghao responded again, he sounded suspicious. “Who is it?”

Junhui didn’t answer. He was afraid that if he did, Minghao wouldn’t open the door, might tell him to leave immediately without even giving him a chance. He just stood there and waited, and after a while, that proved to be the right tactic, because he heard sounds of bed springs squeaking as Minghao got up, then feet padding towards the door.

There was no peephole, no window. Junhui was glad.

Junhui listened as Minghao unlocked the door quickly, and then, while he was in the middle of taking another deep, calming breath, Minghao opened the door a crack.

“Hi,” Junhui said right away. “I want to ta--”

Minghao frowned and slammed the door shut again.

It was about what Junhui had expected, but he wasn’t giving up that easy. He knocked again.

Inside, he heard Minghao groan. “Just go away, Jun. Please.”

Junhui set his mouth in a straight line of determination. “I’m not going anywhere, Hao.” He hoped it was alright to use the nickname. He liked the way it felt on his tongue.

When Minghao spoke again, it was quieter. Sadder. “I’m not worth the trouble, I promise,” he said softly, and Junhui frowned.

“Yes, you are. You are worth it, to me,” he said, trying to keep desperation out of his voice.

Minghao didn’t answer for a while. After almost a full minute, Junhui sighed, sitting down outside Minghao’s door and scooting as close as he possibly could. “Look, if you won’t open the door, that’s fine. I’m still going to say what I came here to say,” Jun decided firmly, leaning his head against the wood.

Still no response from the other side.

Junhui started talking.

“I know you’re embarrassed about your situation, about staying here. But, I’m not. I don’t think any less of you for it,” Junhui began, licking his lips as he thought about how to go on. “Actually, I… I think it’s really brave, Hao,” he finished, giving himself a second’s break.

“I think that… I think it’s brave that you’re trying so hard to get somewhere, and I think that being here isn’t anything to be ashamed of,” Junhui said. “It’s just a bump in your road, y’know?”

He sighed, turning his head for a moment and staring out onto the street below, at the cars going by, oblivious to what was happening above them.

“I’m sorry, Minghao,” Junhui said next. “I’m sorry that every time we saw each other, things got screwed up. I’m sorry about all the misunderstandings and everything. I never wanted any of that to happen, and then it just…” he paused, letting out a breath of air before he went on. “It just kept happening, and I didn’t know how to fix it.”

“So…” Junhui murmured, almost to himself. “I’m here. I’m here to fix it.”

He cleared his throat, scrambling for the words he needed. “I don’t have any personal experiences like this, Hao, I don’t know what this is like, but… I’ve been through things, too,” Junhui said, raising his voice again, just in case Minghao was listening. For all Junhui knew, he had put in his earbuds inside his room, the better to ignore Junhui with.

He might not have even had an audience, but Junhui told his whole story, anyway. He started at the beginning, with baseball and dancing and school and not knowing what he wanted to do with his life. He kept going, through the first part of college, when he’d finally come out to his friends. When Junhui got to the part about being scared to date for the first time, about how it felt to still not be open and honest with his family about any of it, how it made him feel alienated and sad and how it translated to his indifference and indecisiveness with school, Junhui thought he heard Minghao sit down on the other side of the door. Maybe. Maybe he was closer. Junhui hoped so, because he was kind of starting to fall apart, on his side.

“Anyway, I’m just… I’m tired of being scared, Minghao. I’m tired of being so scared that I ruin everything,” Junhui continued, fighting back tears, suddenly. “I’m tired of being too scared to try and get what I really want.” Junhui looked up as the door in front of him rattled a little, accepting the weight of a body against it, a thin piece of wood away from Junhui.

“What I want is you, Hao. I… I always have,” Junhui admitted, sniffling quietly. “I’ve liked you since the very first day I saw you in class. And every day I just… I like you more and more.”

On Minghao’s side of the door, Junhui thought he heard a small sigh, and maybe a giggle. He didn’t know which it was, or if it was either. So he kept going.

“Ever since I came out, I haven’t dated anyone. Fuck, I’ve… I’ve never even kissed a boy, officially,” Junhui said, wondering why he’d added officiallyat the end, wondering what officially even meant in this context.

“You’re the first person I’ve had such strong feelings for, ever,” Junhui confessed, feeling shy and bold all at once. “And you’re the only person I would do something like this for. The only person who’s worth it. I know you think you’re trash, Hao, but… but, god, you’re not,” Junhui insisted, face an inch from the door, reaching up and placing his palm on it as if it would add some sort of emphasis to his words.

“You’re not trash. I think you’re the best person I’ve ever met in my entire life, and I think that where you are doesn’t make you what or who you are, and I think that what you are is... “ Junhui had to stop to take a breath. He had sort of forgotten.

“I think that what you are is special, Hao. I think that you and your mind and your voice and your drawings and your dancing and your tattoos and your… the way you care about people even though you’re struggling, I think that’s amazing,” Junhui said, his words tinged with the passion he felt.

Junhui was almost done. Probably. Hopefully. “I used to be scared every day, Minghao. Scared of who I was and scared of life. But now, all I’m scared of…” Junhui closed his eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue, tears slipping down his cheeks one after the other. “All I’m scared of is you not opening that door.”

He stopped, gulping in huge breaths, both because he kept running out of air from talking so much, and also as an attempt to stop his heart racing. Until now, Soonyoung (and sort of Jihoon, he guessed) was the only person who knew all of that about Junhui. But, he trusted Minghao with it, regardless of how this turned out. He felt good about saying it all. He could leave here with as few regrets as possible, either way.

Junhui sat and stared at the door between he and Minghao for a long while, without saying anything else. He started to wonder if maybe Minghao had spent Junhui’s entire confession cutting a person-sized hole in his wall with the knife he always carried around, and had escaped through it long ago, missing everything Junhui had said.

Finally, just as Junhui was growing increasingly distracted and panicked by that thought, the door opened again.

It was just a fraction of an inch, the tiniest, tiniest sliver of a centimeter, but it was enough.

It was enough for Junhui to see Minghao on the other side, tears in his eyes and hair framing his face as he stared at Junhui nervously.

It was enough for Junhui to feel hopeful again.

It was enough for Junhui to rock forward on his heels until half his face was inside Minghao’s room, so close to Minghao that he could have counted each eyelash fanning Minghao’s slightly damp cheeks.

It was enough for Junhui to kiss a boy for the very first time, to kiss Minghao, just once, soft and sweet and full of everything he’d promised in his words. Everything he felt, and had felt.

It was enough.

Junhui had thought it would only be one kiss. That was all he’d been prepared for.

He was woefully unprepared when Minghao reached out and yanked Junhui inside by the collar of his jacket, kicking the door shut behind them once Junhui was on the right side of it and pulling Junhui closer, cool, slender hands cupping his face as they kissed and kissed.

Junhui was lightheaded and practically laying on top of Minghao by the time they had to stop and take a breath, and he just sort of stayed there while they worked on that, blinking down at Minghao and Minghao smiling up at him, just a little.

“Hi,” Minghao said finally.

“Hey,” Junhui answered, brushing Minghao’s long, in-need-of-a-cut hair away from his face.

Minghao sat up, forcing Junhui to do the same, and Junhui glanced around Minghao’s small room, at his few belongings and the bare walls, only one lamp in the corner lighting the place up.

He looked back at Minghao, who had been watching Junhui a bit anxiously. Junhui very much wanted to get back to kissing that anxiety away, but he was also suddenly consumed by one other thought, a much bigger promise than any of the ones he thought he would make to Minghao today.

One he hadn’t exactly shared with Soonyoung, since he’d only just thought of it, but oh well. He’d get to that.

“Move in with me,” Junhui said softly, still gazing at Minghao.

Minghao’s jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Junhui, clearly trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. Junhui guessed Minghao had determined he was, because he started to grin, after a few moments of silence.

“You sure you don’t wanna ask your boyfriend if it’s okay, first?” Minghao said, his grin turning crooked and a smirk in his voice.

Junhui chuckled a little, lacing his fingers through Minghao’s, watching how they fit together perfectly. Knowing everything about this was perfect. He let that thought sink in, before he replied, a dark pink blush covering his cheeks as he did.

“I’m asking him right now.”

#seventeen #svt #junhao #junhao fic #svt fic #jun #the8 #junhui #minghao #xu minghao #wen junhui #my writing #rescue

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violin-and-schoolwork · 7 years ago

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choi seungcheol- don’t wanna cry

plot: after breaking up, s. coups is faced the reality of losing love right before a tour.

genre: angst

words: 1621

disclaimers: i do not own seventeen or any of their songs or you! please let me know if you want something tagged/warned/removed!

“It’s not going to work out. Let’s end it here, while we’re both on good terms. Don’t worry and don’t be sad. You’ll find someone soon, who’ll cherish you the way I did.”

Those words tumbled around his confused mind as he sat on top of his red suitcase. He didn’t know if his cheeks were flushed from crying or from having come out of the shower a bit back. His hair was still damp and his white phone hung lifelessly, almost as listless as he was, from his hands.

He didn't understand. The two of you were happy! What went wrong? He felt a pang of despair and longing stab at his heart again and he wanted nothing more than to run out of this deserted airport, sans him and the other members that were to arrive soon, and just run back home —to your home —and hug you just like he always did when he returned after a long day of work.

He just wanted to kiss you again, to play with your cute face again, to surprise you with treats again. What was wrong? Why couldn’t he do it again?

The scene replayed again in front of his eyes, flashing like film, taunting and tormenting at how useless, how inexperienced he really was in love.

“Another tour? Cheol, will you be alright?”

“I’ll manage. I always do!” He had announced, grinning brightly like he always did. He couldn’t wait to go and see his fans and see many many new things and bring you back all sorts of stories and rare gifts, just like travelling merchants did in fairy tales that you would sometimes read to him when he was feeling down.

“About that…,” you whispered, clutching your arm and leaning against the kitchen counter, “No. We s-should talk.”

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Is someone bothering you? Who is it? I’ll beat them up,” Seungcheol hurriedly asked, worry coursing through him as he leaned in to wrap his arms comfortingly around you, giving a light squeeze. Normally, you would have let out that familiar angelic giggle, smacked him playfully, and kissed his cheek, managing to extricate yourself while he stood there, flushed and shy from the peck.

But this time, you pushed him away a little, not meeting his eyes, hurt and a little taken aback.

“W-What are you doing? (Y/n), this isn’t like you,” he managed out, trying to keep calm. You bit your lower lip, inhaling deeply and opening your mouth to-

“Hyung! Hyuuuuung!”

He blinked the forming tears out of his eyes, wiping whatever he couldn’t dissipate, in hopes that whoever called him wouldn’t notice.

“Did you have breakfast? You’re here really early. Come on, eat” Soonyoung commented, holding out a McDonald’s muffin. Seungcheol shook his head, pushing it away. The other male tilted his head a little.

“What’s wrong? I thought your diet was over. Come on, breakfast is the most important meal of the day! We probably won’t eat for awhile too, since we’re gonna be flying,” he cluelessly rambled, shaking the bag that held all the baked goods.

“Not hungry. You’re here early yourself. It’s not like you to arrive so early,” the older male pointed out, running his weary fingers through his obsidian hair.

“I made a bet with Seungkwan and Seokmin to see who would get here first! Looks like I’m gonna be thirty dollars richer!” He proudly laughed, his hands at his flexible hips. Seungcheol nodded absentmindedly, adjusting his white t-shirt that was tugging at the belt on his black jeans.

“How much sleep did you get, hyung? You’re acting really out of it,” Soonyoung commented, frowning as he squatted down to reach his eyes level and peering into his downcast face.

“It’s nothing. I’m just a little stressed for the tour,” Seungcheol lied, forcing a ghost of a smile, “I think I see Seokmin over there.”

“Really?! I’ll be right back!” Soonyoung screeched, snapping up and racing away, leaving the older man alone to wallow in his misery.

“You’re an idol. You’re not going to be happy with some drab civilian like me,” you stated, “It would be better for you to meet someone who understands you better.”

“What are you saying? I’m perfectly content with you! Don’t say such things, (Y/n), and you know that,” he replied, cupping your face. You quivered, casting his hands aside.

“You’re out of the house a lot and what about your fans? What would they say if they knew?” You protested softly, holding yourself.

“If they were really my fans, they would support me. Don’t do this, we’ll be fine. You know I love you dearly,” he murmured, wanting to comfort you by touching you softly but he knew that you would only shove him away.

“We won’t ever be the ideal family we’ve wanted, Cheol, and you know that. We’re too different, too distanced, and too…,” you cut off, “Too… inexperienced.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Oh, we have all the time in the world to learn with each other. We have so many opportunities to grow,” he said, smiling as warmly as he could, trying to deny the inevitable, “Lemme have a kiss, (Y/n). I love you.”

“I-I do too. And that’s why I want to break up. We’re not meant for each other. It’s not going to work out. Let’s end it here, while we’re both on good terms. Don’t worry and don’t be sad. You’ll find someone soon, who’ll cherish you the way I did.”

“Hey, Hyung, did (Y/n) pack you any sandwiches like they normally do when we tour?” Vernon absentmindedly inquired, rolling his grey suitcase, decorated with stickers of all sorts up to Seungcheol.

He didn’t answer, the memories of preparing food together, the way he held your hands to make sure you wouldn’t cut yourself, the loving feeling of his chest against your back, the way you leaned over and whispered the sweet words with the voice he adored to the ends of this world leading to the other memories of the two of you happy. You two were happy! A happy couple that went to cafe dates, movie dates, had fights, after fight cuddles and kisses, deep philosophical thoughts and three in the morning, long distance calls when he was on tour, surprise gifts and so much that Seungcheol couldn’t stop himself and everything was so painful as the thoughts all resurfaced, surging forward like a raging, erupting volcano, bringing nothing good.

“Hyung! Hyung! Oh no no, why are you crying?!”

Seungcheol could just cling onto Vernon, burying himself into the male’s shirt, bawling and crying out because he could not comprehend all of this. He loved you, he truly did love you and now you were gone, leaving him to try and uselessly tend to his shattered heart and he was devastated at that prospect. How was he supposed to support and love another when his own adoration left him, taking half of his heart and simply abandoning him to continue functioning like nothing happened?

“(Y/n)!! I-I want to see (Y/n)!!” He sobbed, a complete sobbing mess on the chilling airport floor as the other members could only cluster around and try to soothe him to no avail as he wailed for his loss.

“I can’t do anything without them!! Why can’t they see that I love them more than anything?? I can’t live if they’re not here for me!!” He gushed, tears streaming nonstop down his sunken face, his words coming out like a waterfall, blubbering and calling earnestly for his love.

But you wouldn’t know how he would feel. He was supposed to be an idol on tour, greeting fans and performing.

He was breaking down without you. Without a steady foundation, how can a castle stand? Without his one and only, how could Seungcheol bear to stay strong? And the way Mingyu was patting his back mimicking the way you held him like a baby when he was ill. The way Jeonghan was smoothing his hair only tormented him of the way you rubbed your hands in his hair after a shower, commenting on how nice he smelled and how handsome he was. And the way Minghao was drying his tears frantically, with that worried expression… Everything, even the flowers planted in the pots off to the side screamed of your name.

How was he supposed to find someone better when you were the one for him? When you were the best he could ever find? When you were the one he wanted to spend eternity with, to love, to grow old and become spirits with, to do everything and anything possible with? How was he supposed to live?

“I can’t go on without them, what am I supposed to do?” He asked, sniffing loudly, sprawled out on the cold floor, “How can I go on? How can I pretend to be happy when everything hurts? My heart feels like it’s going to shatter into a million pieces and I doN’T THINK I CAN GO ON WITHOUT THEM!!”

“You can see them again,” someone murmured, trying to ease the rattled leader. Everyone else mumbled something similar, nodding their heads.

“When you see them again,” Junhui hesitantly started, “After a few months after the tour, maybe they’ll have changed their mind. Once they had time to think, maybe they’ll come back to you.”

He helplessly allowed the members to hastily wipe him up and drag him to the airplane. Seated, he glumly glanced out the window, the dull ache continuing to plague his broken heart.

Because if you truly loved him so much, how could you throw him aside like that?

“아는 길 ��는지 내게 또 묻지요...”

Don’t Wanna Cry Series

#seventeen #s. coups #kpop #kpop fanfiction #seventeen fanfiction #seungcheol #dont wanna cry series

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afterspark-podcast · 6 years ago

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G1 Episode 10: Transcript

Episode Show Notes

[This can also be found on AO3!]

[Stinger]

S: And his uncle Benjamin who gets eaten by a cannibal! And he's just so angry.

O: [Laughter] Can you blame him?

[Intro Music Plays]

O: Hello, and welcome to the Afterspark Podcast, an episode by episode recap of the generation 1 Transformers cartoon. I'm Owls!

S: And I’m Specs.

O: And today we're gonna be talking about episode number 10: War of the Dinobots. Let's talk about giant robots today, shall we?

S: Mm-hmm

O: So, we open with Chip viewing a ‘dangerous’ meteor through a telescope.

S: We got our boy, Chip, back!

O: I’m glad, he's- Chip’s a good boy.

S: He's the best! He's the best human so far.

O: Yeah.

S: I think he will continue to be the best human-

O: I have a hard time picking between him and Raoul, to be honest.

S: Yeah.

O: I really like Raoul but I also really like Chip so I have a hard time picking. And like, I feel like Raoul might win just ever so slightly because I like him and Tracks together more but Chip still- he's up there. He's like my second favorite, if nothing else.

S: We need both of them and Carly to show up in an episode in some new series

O: I know! And they never do in G1 which is really disappointing because, like, I like all these characters but we never actually- like, I think we get to see Chip and Carly interact and we get to see like Chi- oh, not Chip-

S: Spike and Raoul?

O: Spike and Carly, and Chip and Spike but I don't think we really get to see a lot of the other ones interact.

S: Yeah.

O: Which is a pity. Anyway, Chip calls the Autobots because they’re ones who can save the Earth from this meteor, apparently?

S: Nevermind that it apparently lands more or less safely but who the hell cares? Spike is chilling in Optimus’s cab on a ride to the obs- observatory, you know, like a- like teenage boys do.

O: No worries, dad, I'm not going out drinking and driving! I'm just gonna ride in my giant alien robot friend! Optimus’ burning conviction to save the earth once he, ah, you know, figures out what's going on shines through as he clenches his fist and it's covered with red electricity!

S: How very anime of you, Optimus.

O: Indeed. Uh, Optimus decides they need to get to the meteor before the Decepticons do because it might be a power source. Apparently. And opts to take the Dinobots as back up.

S: I don't think they thought this through. At all?

O: [Laughter] I don’t think they did either!

S: Meanwhile, Megatron totally rages against the machine.

O: Or at least the fact of the Dinobots kicked their ass.

S: [Laughter] Yeah. So it's Tuesday night- time for Starscream and Megatron's weekly tiff.

O: Of course! Megatron insults Starscreams’ strategies and orders Soundwave to find the Dinobots weak points.

S: You know, as one does.

O: Of course.

S: Soundwave flies off to spy on the Dinobots.

O: Slash Autobots.

S: Yes, the Autobots, sorry.

O: Which, of course, means he lands near them. And then Soundwave, a giant 30-foot tall robot, does this by sneaking against the side of a building. It is great.

S: Oh, I feel we should probably mention that the meteor, like, lands in, like, the middle of this sort of bombed out looking town which is across the river from a perfectly ordinary looking town, or whatever.

O: Did I miss that part where it was across the river?

S: There's a bridge or something I think? Well, it's separated, somehow, I don't remember.

O: Regardless, yeah, it basically landed in this like very bombed out looking place perfectly fine? So I don't know why there was this whole “They've got a save the earth.”

S: Yeah but so, yeah, Soundwave is basically sneaking through ruins.

O: Yes but of course he's still a 30 foot robot so, you know, he sends out a good old listening tentacle.

S: It makes snake sound effects. It's kind of weird.

O: I love it.

S: The Autobots are trying to get a twofer for putting their allies in danger today as they brought along both Chip and Spike.

O: Because that was a good idea. And okay, Soundwave has been beat out for worse naming schemes to fucking Spike. Spike suggests they named the meteorite after Chip as the meteorroni chipperoni?

S: Meteorini Chiporoni or whatever.

O: Oh god, it's terrible. Anyway, shut up Spike!

S: It's a pretty fucking big meteor, I guess? About the size of Optimus Prime though whether it was bigger when it was- before, you know, burning through the atmosphere is another thing entirely and I mean honestly it probably should have, like, had a crater.

O: Yeah, it really didn’t. Like it might have but it wasn't very deep. Uh, they extract a sample from the meteorite--via shooting at it.

S: Extraction via gun. It's the fastest but definitely not the safest way to do this when you're afraid that goddamn thing is gonna blow up.

O: We don’t know that yet.

S: Well, they keep talking about how it's possibly dangerous soooo.

O: You know, I sometimes question Wheeljack’s science credentials.

S: Except isn’t Optimus shooting the thing? I don’t remember.

O: Maybe it was, but Wheeljack’s the one who asked for a sample.

S: True. And the Dinobots are left behind to guard the meteor, as one does.

O: Of course.

S: Chip describes seeing the Autobots transform as ‘outrageous’!

O: What show does he think he's in? Jem and the Holograms?

S: Well, it could be argued that they’re all in the same universe.

O: [Laughter] We’re not getting into that, but yes!

S: So they just decide to leave their young, impressionable, and not so smart babies behind without supervision to guard the meteor.

O: What could go wrong, am I right?

S: I mean they stick them- they leave them in a closet most of the time so, ok, no one get- no one ever gave them the stranger-danger talk.

O: [Laughter] So true.

S: Seriously, they couldn't leave Wheeljack and/or Ratchet with them? Ratchet? Someone?

O: You would think? I mean, like, clearly they shouldn’t be left here by themselves. Hence, Optimus despite trying to offline them a few episodes back says he's pleased with the Dinobots and is going to order two more.

S: [Sighs] Their family planning is not good.

O: No, no it’s not. Once back at the base, Chip suggests a Stegosaurus and a Pteranodon for the two new dinos. Ratchet and Wheeljack seem to agree with this.

S: They think it's a hot idea.

O: [Laughter] They just wanna make more babies.

S: Yeah, and Sparkplug asks if there's anything Chip doesn't know about. Spike and Chip just, like, share a look that seems to say, “Good question.”

O: Chip: Resident super genius. Back at the Dinobots, Soundwave continues spying by initiating a brain scan with a scanner that pops out of his head.

S: [Sighs]

O: [Laughter]

S: Because, of course, we've got a- we've got the weird. We've got this listening tentacle and now we’ve got brain scan time. I mean, yeah, okay you're psychic but whatever.

O: I mean, at least we've seen the listening tentacle pop up a few times at this point.

S: This breaks down to Slag wants to fight, Grimlock who wants to be the boss man and Sludge just wants to follow whoever’s strongest cuz apparently, well, he's not good at critical thinking.

O: He’s not.

S: But I don't think any of them are especially good at that. Though we did look at the tech specs and Grimlock is indeed the smartest of them.

O: Or at least in the toys- in the comics that, uh, begs to be seen if that's relevant. If that's the exact same stats here.

S: Yeah.

O: Megatron seems to translate this information slightly differently, with Slag is hostile, Grimlock is arrogant and Sludge is stupid. Poor, poor Sludge.

S: Yeah.

O: The evil plan for today is to use this information to make them fight against Optimus Prime and steal the meteor.

S: So we're just gonna make babies do shit today.

O: I'm gonna go with yes?

S: Yeah, yeah.

O: I remain convinced Megatron has a bling obsession as he is way too damn excited about big shiny rocks.

S: I mean there were those rubies. There was that giant thing in South America. There's these- I feel like there have been more rocks. There's going to be more rocks in the future.

O: Yeah ju- he has a thing for bling. Optimus just needs to get him bling and then propose to Megatron and the war would be over. Just give the man his bling.

S: Yeah.

O: The Seekers attack the Dinobots, who defend themselves.

S: They gave the babies guns, probably with little to no proper training on said weapons because the Autobots are morons.

O: [Laughter] Well, the Autobots just aren't good with Sparklings, me thinks.

S: Yeah.

O: Megatron lands and several things happen all at once. Namely, that Megatron takes three dyno beams/fire to the face with absolutely no issue what-so-fucking-ever. He literally tosses his fusion cannon off to the side, he basically is like, “Why can't we just be friends? I just want to talk to you guys.”

S: The Dinobots fall for Megatron's flattery as he tells them they are stronger than him and stronger than all the other Autobots.

O: Leading Grim to reach the conclusion that, “He, Grimlock should be leader.” Oh you idiots, my poor, poor dumb Dino idiots.

S: Poor Dino babies.

O: They deserve better.

S: And meanwhile the Seekers take off with the meteorite that the Dinobots were guarding. Like, they literally toss out these, like, grappling hook things from their bellies and they latch onto the meteor and it just looks really goofy.

O: Ah, back at base- are ya ready for a montage?

S: We’re ready for a montage!

O: We- we see that plans are underway to build the new Dinobots.

S: God, Sparkplug--is holding a document that says, “outline plan desge.”

O: [Laughter] Someone couldn’t spell design.

S: Or they couldn't fit it and they didn't care. Or they just didn't speak English or something.

O: Or they were, like, nobody will see this. And then DVDs came along and whoops! Making babies though, it's totally something the whole family can enjoy together.

S: [Laughter] Yeah, and Wheeljack calls Optimus to his lab to tell them that the meteorite is unstable as fuck and could literally explode at any second!

O: This is important because we need to show off Trailbreaker’s super-secret awesome ability to create force fields which he promptly uses to contain the conveniently timed explosion that happens immediately after.

S: I mean we saw the force shield stuff when they were off on Cybertron with the acid rain that time, so this isn't exactly a surprise but it's a new use of it.

O: I guess.

S: Because, yeah, he just surrounds the thing and then it blows itself up and that's fine.

O: Everything's fine. The base is fine. Wheeljack is fine. Optimus is fine.

S: There isn't even, like, a smear or whatever. I don’t know. And so, hey! They learned something from the first Dinobot disaster, so no showing off the Dinobots indoors by the Ark [I meant, Teletraan 1. ~Specs] They're gonna show Swoop and Snarl off outside instead of next to freaking Teletraan 1!

O: [Laughter] You know, the thing that controls their entire base.

S: They learned a thing!

O: They did learn a thing! Swoop and Snarl seem to be slightly smarter than their compatriots, with Swoop using a more grammatically correct sentence than we normally hear from a Dinobot.

S: And the new Dinobots are solar powered, at least Snarl is. They probably both are and I guess go back to the intelligence thing apparently Swoop and Snarl have “7” according to their toy tech specs. Well, “7” in intelligence.

O: Which is still more than the other Dinobots, aside from Grimlock, right?

S: Yeah, Grimlock was an “8.” I think Sludge was a “3,” which just makes me sad.

O: Poor Sludge, poor baby.

S: Yeah, not sure about-

O: I just want to give Sludge a hug.

S: Yeah. Not sure about, uh, Slag or Slug. I feel like he was a “5.”

O: Maybe he was.

S: But I don't remember. And- oh god- and then Ratchet and Wheeljack just tell basically everybody to try and take out the Dinobots cause-

O: I'm not! I’m not sure who I think this is being mean to: the Dinobots or to everyone else.

S: Cuz the Dinobots do a number on everyone. Yeah. Sideswipe is super goddamn excited to fight and gets a pretty good punch on Swoop in.

O: Swoop and Snarl pretty much wipe out everybody else, though.

S: Yeah, I think someone gets picked up and dropped and... Yeah, none of the Autobots are having a grand old time. And then Optimus shows up where they left the other three Dinobots, who are now missing along with the meteorite because we saw what happened earlier.

O: Exactly! And we get to see his tiny antenna pop out of his helm as he calls the base. It’s great!

S: The Dinobots then pop out of nowhere and triple-team Optimus. Optimus makes a plea for the Dinobots to stop this but naturally this fails. Um. [clears throat] Optimus is also making strange moaning noises again through this. I wish he would stop. [Laughter]

S: Oh god, I'm not sure how either of us could, like, do the keyboard smashing noise.

O: [Laughter] I- that was. I knew I was gonna have to be the one to say that anyway, so I was just like [incoherent noise]!

S: And so Optimus is knocked on his ass. Like, he's literally knocked into some sort of fissure or something?

O: Yeah.

S: Yeah, um. Well, he’s knocked on his aft or his ass or whatever. Grimlock shows a smidgen of discomfort at the idea of murdering a helpless opponent, because, apparently, he has some sort of honour even though he is a small child- basically, a very young person who has not had a whole lot of, um, moral education.

O: As Optimus puts it when he gets back up, he blathers something about “traces of Autobot training.” [Laughter]

S: What training? You stuffed them in a closet!

O: In the next shot, Grimlock has clearly stolen Optimus’ gun as he reports in to Megatron about Prime’s defeat.

S: Because he literally just has it under his arm?

O: Yeah, he has it. Yeah, yeah, I feel a little weirded out that I can actually tell Prime's gun apart from everybody else’s now, but I can.

S: That's what happens.

O: That’s what happens when you play the freakin PS4 game so much and you end up playing as everybody including Optimus Prime despite only wanting to play as Wheeljack! I actually feel bad because I'm like, Grimlock’s in that one. I love Grimlock. I think I don't like playing as him because he's hard. He's basically constantly swapping between robot mode and Dino mode the entire time. It's kind of a pain in the ass.

S: Hmm.

O: Elsewhere, we see Megatron overseeing the filling of Energon cubes from the meteor or where they’ve taken the meteor anyway.

S: Yeah, Soundwave is making more Tupperware cubes again and then seems to defy all laws of physics as he shoots the meteorite and, somehow, this causes a flow of energy to fill up the Energon cubes.

O: Despite them being, like, not near each other, it's very strange.

S: Yeah, it’s kind of- kind of kooky.

O: And, for once, Starscream makes an accurate observation that the meteorite energy seems unstable.

S: And Megatron's a dick about it.

O: Of course! Nevermind that Starscream is, in fact, a scientist, but whatever!

S: Then the Dinobots show up dragging Optimus with them, you know, like the dead weight he is right now.

O: [Laughter] Ouch! Uh, Megatron is rather pissed that Optimus isn’t fucking dead.

S: And Starscream says that Grimlock will never destroy Optimus, begging Megatron not to listen to Grim.

O: Give the bot credit, where credit is due- he is on a roll today. Starscream is on a roll today.

S: He is, and Optimus also attempts to tell Megatron that the meteorite’s unstable, so that's two people telling him it's unstable.

O: Yes, Megatron ignores this, too.

S: At the Ark, Wheeljack has tracked down where the Decepticons have taken the meteor and the Autobots send out Snarl and Swoop to help.

O: Megatron’s unstable Energon stash finally explodes sending Reflector and poor Soundwave flying.

S: There were some really funny photos from that.

O: There were, it was pretty great.

S: Mmhmm. And Starscream gives Megatron his best, “I told you so!”

O: [Laughter] Swoop and Snarl show up via flying and Megatron orders the other three Dinobots to transform and attack.

S: The Dinobots fight, Swoop getting the short end of the stick fight-wise because one of his wings gets chomped on.

O: Yeah,

S: At least a few times.

O: It looks painful, poor baby.

S: Poor kid. Like, he's just woken up, he's like-

O: And now his older brothers are chomping on him!

S: He's now an hour old or something.

O: [Laughter] Starscream and Megs flee as the meteorite threatens to explode and Optimus tackles Grimlock out of the way of the explosion.

S: This looks an awful lot like that bit in Fantasia with all the dinosaurs.

O: [Chuckles] Grimlock, understandably, is now pissed at Megatron.

S: And Megatron does the smart thing and orders a retreat to escape the angry t-rex.

O: Angry, big t-rex.

S: Yeah.

O: I'm glad a camera, a cassette and a cassette deck can fly. [Laughter]

S: Yeah, and then the cavalry arrives in the form of the rest of the Autobots. Of course.

O: Of course! And Grimlock apologizes for, you know, trying to kill Optimus.

S: Optimus Prime kind of ignores this apology. It's like, “I'm not forgiving or forgetting,” as sort of an undertone here.

O: Seems like, he’s like, “I'm going to give you some long-winded speech that's not going to address your apology in any way.”

S: Yeah,

O: And that's the end of episode so we're now up to five Dinobots because more is always better when it comes to dinosaurs.

S: Yeah.

O: Join us next time for the beginning of another three parter, The Ultimate Doom, Part 1. Or the episode that third Bay movie was basically based on.

S: Yeah, or the trio of episodes or whatever.

O: Yeah [Laughter].

S: Ok, so we've got the fanfiction recommendations.

O: Yup!

S: Gotta do it, there's only the two of them and they're both by the same person. One of which is a sequel to something that I recommended earlier. Alright, so for a first recommendation we have “Art in Me” by Nightwind. Continuity's G1 cartoon, rated K. It’s Gen, there's no pairings. Our characters are the Dinobots, Prowl, Red Alert, Wheeljack, and Ratchet.

S: Okay, so “Art in Me” is a sequel to a story that Nightwind had written earlier called “Vigil” and so the summary is, “The Autobots might have a budding Picasso on their hands. Who might it be?”

O: [Chuckles]

S: And so our theme for actually both of these recs or recommendations were “Dinobot shenanigans”-

O: Yes!

S: Because we now have all five Dinobots and as, um, I’ve been keeping track of things were in a series or one-shots or whatever, this is a sequel to Vigil, also by Nightwind.

S: And our second recommendation- there's only the two of them today- is Crosses to Bear, as I have said before, also by Nightwind. G1 cartoon continuity, it's rated T. It's Gen, there's no pairings. Our characters are the Dinobots and various Autobots. And in summary, “It’s Swoop and a few other crazy Autobots versus a really big chunk of rock with Track's life hanging in the balance. Rating upped a bit to due to Trailbreaker’s gratuitous use of a certain expletive.”

S: Expletive. God.

O: Expleti- Expletive.

S: [Laughter] A certain curse word!

O: There you go!

S: Okay, and yeah. Dinobot shenanigans and that's the two fanfiction recommendation. Do we have fan art recommendations?

O: No, it’s an even numbered episode.

S: Ah.

O: Well, we’ll have fan art next week, though!

S: Yep.

O: Well, next episode, not next--we post every two weeks but you know what I mean.

S: And that just about wraps it up for us today. Remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort at Afterspark-Podcast for any additional information, show notes, or links we may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter @AftersparkPod (all one word) and various other locations by searching for Afterspark Podcast, such as AO3, Stitcher and YouTube, just to name a few. Till next time!

S: I'm Specs!

O: And I’m Owls!

S: Toodles!

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