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hi izzy!!!!! how was kcon?????? im sad i couldnt go in person this year but i can't wait to watch the replay some time!!
for the ask game: 🎵 + 🎧 + 🌟 for skz please!! <3
omg hi siyuan!! I hope you’re doing alright! 💜🫂 kcon was A-MA-ZING!!! I had the best time this weekend all three concerts were great and I got to see so many ppl and I was happy bc I got to see some acts I wanted to but hadn’t seen yet (wayv, everglow, g-idle) :D
I lost my mind over taemin and cried hahaha but I was also happy to see the boyz again and see the new sub unit omg omg I can’t believe how sexy their song is 😭😭😭 (I also thought of you when I saw jacob and his cute fluffy bucket hat haha) AND itzyyyy I love them so so much I know I HAVE to see them whenever they come on tour again I also enjoyed some of the opening pre-show groups too (I’m so happy I got to see verivery again 🥹🥹🥹 it’s been so long <3333) seeing ateez and skz again tho was also my highlight!! I finally got to see pirate king which made me so happy bc I’ve been an atiny with my mom since debut so it meant a lot! AND I MANIFESTED SUPER BOWL FOR SKZ!! it was all I asked for (my mom and some friends are my witnesses lololol) this kcon I just wanted to see super bowl live and I got it hehehehe 🙈🙈 but I’m so glad I got to see the new title tracks for skz and ateez (s-class and bouncy)
overall I had a lot of fun even tho my mom and I got hit with rain since day 3 concert was in the middle of a storm lololol (eric and chris both told us thank you for coming in the storm and to be safe 🥹) I really had fun this kcon I was sad it was over but I met some nice ppl and had good seats all 3 days down on the first floor it was so cool to be so close on all days 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I’ll def post some pictures soon once I’ve gone through my videos
I’ll do the game underneath the cut bc I rambled a bit 😂😂 hope you’ve been well siyuan sending you love and hugs
🎵 recommend a song based on your vibe/blog
I think I’ll recommend make me happy by wheein, 19 by skz, and connected by bang chan (I feel like those match my really chills vibes for my blog and also my love for chris LOL)
(also bonus bc I know this isn’t kpop but I think this song goes with the vibe of my blog too but it isn’t kpop so it just gets an honorable mention lol)
🎧 put one of my kpop playlists on shuffle and share the first song that plays
so I don’t have like a big multi kpop playlist anymore (it got too big for my liking 😂) I just assign them to groups (I am trying to make a gg playlist soon tho bc I think it’ll all be better in one playlist) so since you picked skz for the other one I just went to my skz playlist and shuffled it. it gave me circus - kr version hahaha 😂👏🏼 I love circus tbh the mischievous/video game vibes are immaculate for me (the sound in the beginning reminds me a lot of splatoon lol)
🌟 send w/ a group, and I’ll talk about my favorite era, concept, and/or album
thank you for sending skz siyuan!! <3333 so I think my favorite era was god’s menu and maybe maniac era now too. reasons being 2020 skz is one of my favorite years for them, and also they helped me a lot to get through the start of the pandemic. maniac era is my other favorite bc it was the start of my love with the maniac tour (I ended up going to the maniac tour 7 times through 2022-23 and each time it was magical and I’m so happy and blessed I got to see them so many times 🥰)
favorite concept for them I believe is a mix between the apocalyptic stuff they’ve done like side effects and scars (and now social path) and I also love the chill and/or cozy vibes they’ve had in things like fnf, the view, blueprint and tmt and things like that. I like when they do mvs like that a lot
favorite album is hard—and you may know that already—for me but I think again GO LIVE is still my favorite album of theirs and also I’ll mention I Am Who?, ODDINARY, and 5 STAR now
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LU Survey Responses Part Three: Favorites and Least Favorties
Part One: Demographics
Part Two: General Questions
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#1:
#2:
#3:
#4:
Other Responses: Legend/Ravio/Marin (4), Wind/Tetra (2), Wild/Ravali, Time/Nabooru, Hyrule/Aurora, Four/Dot/Shadow, Every single WLW Zelda ship, Some variation of "I love them all, fuck you" (4), Who cares about ships I want found family
#5:
#6:
#7: An assortment of answers from the free response, under the cut because there are many:
:p
The Snail From the New Update!!!!!!!!!!!
🌹 for you!
I love the Legend of Zelda and Linked Universe! Also I don't dislike any of the Links, and Legend is pretty much tied for favorite with Time for me. Really just depends on my mood or something (or how recently I've played one of their games).
Consider the following: Golden Sword FI
Froggie
i wanna see shadow in the comic so fucking badly jojo please 😭
One time I was playing the og Loz and I couldn't find the second dungeon to go to but I managed to find the second last dungeon or something by running past a horde of lynels and I managed to bs my way through half of it until I got stuck in a room with an enemy I had to kill to leave but wasn't able to kill with my lack of tools and it couldn't kill me so I had to restart the whole game and I haven't played since. Also if you attack a cucco in Twilight Princess, it doesn't attack you; instead you become the cucco for a few seconds and can flap around and scream
Do u like Mac and cheese
yeah twilight princess is my favourite game and i haven’t played it but in my defence i’m a goth
the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon DX remake of the song "Sky Tower" bangs and you should check it out (if you want)
Four is all but canonically the spirit of the Four Sword, and there's so much evidence for it in his games and even his personality in LU, but I feel like this is underrepresented in people's headcanons because people don't know as much about Four.
i hope youre having a good day <33 -@soul-of-rei
Fun Fact: The “Ballad Of The Windfish” from Link’s Awakening is in the melody of the Hyrule Castle main theme (outdoors) for some reason snd I noticed it like yesterday and I can’t tell if they did this with consideration for lore or if they just used it because the Ballad Of The Windfish only shows up in one game and is therefore a less well known and less likely to be noticed detail so they reused the song to not have to make a new song. On the other hand, TP and SS were two other games remastered for Switch and beyond simple convenience both games have a lot of interesting details that show up in and add to botws lore so maybe Link’s Awakening has significance to botw or botw 2 too and no one noticed hrmmmmm sorry this became an unintended theory ramble
Why does ganon hate the internet? There are too many links hehehehe
Tell your followers they're amazing!!! - Nayra
I really like linked universe. There’s so much room for creativity in the fandom. I love to see all the different interpretations of Link! :)
Vultures throw up when they feel threatened
We got a new kitten, his name is Maui, and he likes head boops. This has nothing to do with LU but I thought it was important.
the ocean is soup. this is an undeniable fact.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
This section I like to call "gushing over the various Links"
i don't think enough people realize that wind killed a man
I love wind so much he's my little guy I wanna pay for his college tuition
Wind deserves much more attention in the fandom he's my little pirate dude
Shout out to my boy Hyrule for being so cute
#BringSkyBackFromTheGasStation
Wind is best boy
Wolfie is best boy
Wild is my comfort for my mental health. I guess I project?
Grandaddy Wolfie >>>>
The fact I could only choose one favourite hurt, I was here for like 3 minutes deciding who to pick between Sky and Warrior's :'D
spent a solid 10 minutes trying to decide who i could say was my least favourite link because i love them all so much
And I'm not pasting the whole thing in here, but let it be known that the entire bee movie script, the wikipedia page for the chair, and the fitness gram pacer test were submitted
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GOT CALLED OUT BY LILLAMPIES FOR REMINDING THEM ABOUT MIITOPIA EY
but this got me thinking about what jobs the npcs would be. i already responded in their post but i thought id also put it here too!
massive cringe incoming
While were here, heres some other NPCs that i imagine as miitopia classes:
Elf:The guide would DEF be the Elf class for sure. >:3c Both use bows and are nature oreinted. The elf job is also easy to take down if youre not careful with them in battle simillar to how i imagine the guide strength wise which is average tbh
Popstar: Party Girl cus of her vibes
Tank: Arms dealer? a bit if a stretch imo, but Cyborg can also count too!
Cat: Zoologist definitely unless you wanna opt for the town pets go for it lol
Flower: Dryad
Princess: ...take a guess lol
Thief: Dye Trader since some of the clothing suits him surprisingly well in addition to the daggers. the only problem was his turban. :/
Another option for his turban is to make his hair look like it, which is hard on the 3ds but hopefully easier on the Switch with wigs and makeup. you could have a middle parting fringe with a short bob and place a gem on it using makeup
Scientist: Goblin Tinkerer or even Steampunker!
Vampire: The Travelling merchant, mainly because from experience, the bratty top hat and iirc the Stylish suit looks like his clothing. Clothier can also fit in this role well too :O
Cleric: Witch doctor, i could also put nurse but the witch doctors method of healing being bssed on magic fits better :>
Warrior: The Hero. it just fits with how melee orientated the game is, also coulnt find anyone who weilds a sword that isnt the dye trader oops
Mage: Wizard
Chef: Tavernkeeper? another one thats a stretch however there is a chef npc in the thorium and tremor mod if that helps?
Imp: im a little stumped here ngl. Once again, maybe guide if you want an edgy twist to him lol but otherwise i have no idea help-
This is copy and pasted from the responses but Im now curious to see what jobs peeps would assign to the NPCs so here it is in a seperate post :O
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sooyoung’s relationship with nct dream!
✿ mark
he was actually the first one to introduce himself to her in the dreamies
he was really sweet towards her but wasn’t like, over the top, he was kinda chill yk
and that just made her feel so comfortable because she had so many worries about joining nct dream as a girl, she knew monique would also be there, but they weren’t in the same unit so it was very nerve racking for sooyoung
and this girl was like, 15 and she was being thrown into debut suddenly with a bunch of boys, and it was very overwhelming
but mark assured her that it was all okay, and that everyone wanted her there, and that she deserved to be here
if she was ever having any problems with anything, he would always try his best to help her out, or direct her to someone he knew would help her
and now they are the bestest friends, sooyoung admitted that out of the members he feels like an older brother the most to her :D
their always goofing off or messing around, but not like bouncing off the walls together, they just make jokes to each other and burst out laughing
they have so so many inside jokes omg
and whenever they randomly make eye contact, they would always burst out laughing, they literally can NOT be serious around each other ....
mark is basically the reason she knows so much english 😭 she literally just repeats whatever he says and then studies it later....that’s basically how she learned lmaooooo
✿ renjun
renjun ALWAYS clowns her, like she could just be breathing and he would make fun of her (all jokes ok he loves her)
and she’s just like .... did i ask
but she always gets him back :D
she doesn’t roast him, but rather she EMBARRASSES him
if renjun teased her a lot in a video that was uploaded fhat day, she would go on vlive and tell a VERY embarrassing story of renjun and go in COMPLETE detail and then she’s done she’s like “how are you guyssss?”
once renjun saw that she was doing that and he went to where ever she was and complained about it and she just laughed at him while he was begging her to stop 😭
they love each other i promise
they also play fight a lot, like they could just randomly be hanging out in the living room and they would just randomly start fighting each other until they called a truce
sooyoung always wins ☺️, you gotta learn a few tricks if you spend the majority of your time with seven boys
also, when sooyoung got confindent and comfortable with speaking some mandarin, she randomly started speaking it renjun
and he was SO touched like 🤞 he was in shock he was like “when did you- how- what?” and she was just like “ i wanted to learn some so i can talk to you and chenle, i don’t know much but it’s a start!”
and renjun just hugged her, he didn’t know what to say and he was like I LOVE THIS GIRL SO MUCH
no bcuz sooyoung literally deserves the world okay shes so sweet
and renjun would teach her and help her practice when he saw her studying and they just have little conversations with each other in mandarin, and it’s so cute hehe
oh yeah stargazing is a thing for them heeh, when neither of them can sleep because their stressed or it’s just not happening, they both go outside and attempt to watch the stars, even if you can barely see them since their in the city :/
✿ jeno
GAMING BESTIES
they stay up so late playing games whenever they are off and always regret it in the mornings 😭
when she first started playing games w him she was rlly bad and jeno would always beat her and he was SO SMUG ABOUT IT and he was like “haha loser💪”
and sooyoung being the hard worker she is, she practiced her gaming skills for a few months and watched a ton of vids and jeno would ask her to game and she was like “no, not yet.” “i’m kidding your not a loser!” “i’m not playing w u until i can beat ur ass!”
and then a few months later she finally asked him to play
and jeno was like YAY ☺️☺️
and he kept on hyping himself up,,, and then sooyoung beat him
she ended up beating him 4/6 times they played 🤞
JENO WAS SO SHOCKED
HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN
and sooyoung was just like :))) it’s okay jeno, maybe next time!” and she skipped out of his room happily while jeno was still like :0
he sat there in shock for awhile...
song writing besties 🤞
he actually helped her a lot when she was first learning, and when she completed her lyrics she had him check them over
same for him, she would always read over his lyrics he written, and sometimes she recorded a guide for him !
they always bounce ideas off of each other whenever their stuck, and then their like “damn we rlly are big brain 🤞”
OHHHH SHE MET HIS CATS ONCE
she fell in love with them, and his cats were instantly drawn to her
jeno has like 100 pictures of her w his cats he’s like :)) my childern
after meeting them sooyoung wont stop asking for asking for pictures of them or asking if their okay 😭
jenos like “do you love my cats more than me?“ and shes like “YUP:D”
✿ haechan
oh my gosh someone seperate them
these two are so chaotic omg
they are always coming at everyone’s throats omg
they roast the shit out of everyone 😭😭
whenever they are together there’s always loud laughing, BECAUSE HAECHAN IS JUST SO FUNNY OK
completly random but they look so cute and pretty sitting next to each other :D
haechan does tease her, but it’s not as much as the other members and she’s like :) “i’m special”
he’s always hugging on her and she either has two reactions:
if she’s sleepy and haechan throws himself on her she’s like ??? who tf is on me ??? and she looks so confused while haechan is moving around on her to get comfy and hes lowkey screaming and shes like 😳 i just woke up, and then she just goes back to sleep
if she’s wide awake she will scream and laugh and jokingly push haechan off of her until she gives up and just hugs back onto him, and she pats his head and goes “haechannie, your so cute :) i love you!“
its kinda a suprise that he’s older than her because he acts SO CUTE AROUND HER
and normally sooyoung would judge tf iut of u if you acted cute around her but wirh haechan she gets SO SOFT
like internally screams with haechan looks at her with a soft expression on his face because HE IS JUST SO CUTE AWH
another gaming duo <3
although it’s harder to beat haechan for her 😭😭
she’s only beat him like 5 times of the 6 years she’s known him 🤞
they also stay up late together, like they’ll be facetiming and they will litwrally just talk about ANYTHING and laugh their asses off
he lets her ramble about the random facts that she knows or the show she has been watching and jes just like :D your so cute, even if she repeated the same thing 2828 times or is not making any sense at all
haechan and sooyoung are so soft for each other 🤞
but they also arent afraid to roast tf out of each other 💪
✿ jaemin
these two are the sweetest omg
like they are SO CLOSE
and they are always together omg
like they always hang out in either one of their rooms and chill, it’s mostly her room tho because she complains about jaemins bed 😳
jisung feels like jaemin is his roomie too because he’s in there so much :0
dw sooyoung and jaemin are considerate 🤞
if jisung is sleeping and they wanna have a deep ass talk then jaemin will drags her to his room, because lets say jeno is a heavy sleeper (idk if he is but lets just say he is ☺️)
they are ALWAYS cuddling, like whenever she walked infront of his and he is sitting down, he’ll pull her to either sit next to him or his lap, it depends if cameras are around 🤞 and then once she’s sitting he’ll wrap his arms around her and just cuddle until they get uncomfortable lmao 😭
sooyoung will not fall asleep on any other member but jaemin, it’s just a thing idk, not that she’s not comfortable with the other members she just prefers to cuddle w jaemin since they cuddle so much hehehehe
whenever they are out walking in the streets and she’s tired she’ll grab onto jaemin’s shirt and he just down at her like :0 oh my god your so cute i just wanna protect ☺️, and he just puts his arm around her shoulder while she holds onto him :( i love them their relationship is so soft
ohhhhh jaemin made her go bike riding w him one day and she felt like she was going to DIE, her legs were so sore afterwards but jaemin was semi fine, and she was just like 😡i hate you.
she always asks jaemin to edit her photos for her, cuz she doesn’t know how hmph, and jaemin offered to teach her so she was like ☺️ okay so she sat in a chair next to him, and she ended up falling asleep.... whoops
jaemin was like “so you just do this to remove any- sooyoung?” and he looked down and sooyoung had her head against her knees, and she was OUT, like jaemin tried everything to wake her, so he ended up having to pick her up and put her on his bed while he finished editing her pictures 🤞
best boy jaemin YUP
i could write for AGES about them because i just love their relationship so so so much but all you guys need to know in summary is that they are such a soft friendship, they can always be seen cuddling together, they talk about almost everything, and their just besties :D
✿ chenle
01 liner babe’s yup !
they were close before debuting because they were close in age, and when they found out they were debuting they were like YESSS I KNOW YOU 😟😟
they call themselves twins hehe, even if they aren’t even born in the same month 😭
if they say they are twins, they are twins.
HIGH PITCHED LAUGH DUO YUP
sooyoung also has a higher pitched laughed, so whenever they laugh, it’s VERY high pitched
also they love to randomly harmonize?
like they could just be sitting in the waiting room and then they would just sing in harmony and then go back to whatever they were doing :0
ohhhh and they LOVE doing tik toks together
they will do covers of dances together or those silly duo ones and it’s so FUNNY because they are both so chaotic and it’s so cute
they really killing everyone w their cuteness 😭😭😭
he was also so shocked when she spoke mandarin to him, even if it was just a little bit and kinda awkward because she had just been studying to for a few months (she started studying it in january 2021!) and he was like 😟😄😄
he also gave her a big hug but he was way more entergetic than renjun, he shook her back and forth and yelled in her ear, NOT ON OURPOSE
he was just excited 🤞🤞
ohhhh they also post lil duets together :D and it’s so CUTE
like their both bare faced in a dim lit vocal room and one of them is playing the piano, and they just sing, and it’s so raw and beautiful, OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM
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✿ jisung
at first he was kinda shy around her, since hes normally shy around new people
and sooyoung was like, i understand, but shes an extrovert so she tried her hardest to be friends with everyone and talk to everyone, and jisung was like ???? how are you so talkative ???
the first thing he ever said to her was “your shirt’s cool, i like shinee subaenim too!” and it was really quiet and sooyoung was like “thanks ☺️”.
she was wearing a shinee tshirt btw, she’s a big shawol 🤭
they eventually got close though, i mean your bound to be when your with them all day yk
but sooyoung was so soft and gentle w him and reassuring him that it’s okay that hes a lil shy and he just felt comfortable around her, even if it was kinda hard to have conversations
now their inseparable!
she always laughs whenever he breaks something, but she always grabs it and sees if she can fix it for him, while laughing
for the first few years of their debut jisung was like her lil bro, she would always tease him or fool around him
and now its the reverse 😭
jisung always roast her or teases her, and it’s so subtle she would just laugh whenever he said something and then after awhile she realizes what he just said so she’s like ... ☺️😟😳😕
shes like wHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIL BRO
jisung always pats her head when she has her mouth open after he teases her, and is like “hehe, love u”
“sure you do jisung, sure you do.”
she gets him back by blasting twice or shinee and dancing on her bed until jisung gets out of bed and turns it off 😭
she never does that when he’s sleeping because she doesn’t actually wanna make him mad 😭
they have never fought and she’s not willing to loose that streak
jisung compared their hand size once and it litteraly made sooyoungs hands look like a baby hand and she was like ... i hate it here
now he always asks for a high five and then he laughs because of the size difference
and she gets SO MAD
“STOP DOING THATTTTT, ITS NOT FUNNY”
“stop falling for it 🤷♂️”
“hOLD ME BACK.”
jaemin actually had to hold her back from running after him after he teased her
not that she would hurt jisung....she would just hit him a few times
jaemin scolds her for fighting the members he’s like “we do not condone violence in this household!”
then she goes “condone violence my ass! just let me flick him.”
jaemin doesn’t let her flick him 😭😭
she does it before jisung goes to sleep tho 💪
#deluxeoc#aesocnet.#nct dream fluff#nct dream oc#nct dream#nct dream extra member#nct dream 8th member#nct dream female addition#nct dream female member#nct dream addition#nct dream fanfic#nct extra member#nct addition#nct added member#nct female addition#nct female oc#nct female member#nct female unit#nct female subunit#nct fluff#nct fanfic#mark fluff#haechan fluff#jeno fluff#jaemin fluff#chenle fluff#renjun fluff#jisung fluff#nct 127 fluff#wayv fluff
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Say It | Draco x Reader
Prompt as requested by anon: You and Draco both have liked each other since year four, but neither of you want to admit to the other how you feel. So you decide a friendly game of hard to get will make Draco confess his feelings.
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: I’ve been trying to CRANK out these imagines for you guys and getting your requests out there. I am going to close requests for the rest of the week, so I can really deliver the content for you guys and do another multipart imagine for the weekend hehehehe...
A pair of ice blue eyes gazed at you from across the table as its owners smiled softly to himself at the sight of you, writing away in your notebook, taking diligent notes in preparation for exams. He watched as you pushed your hair away from your face, getting annoying and giving in to tying it back into a low ponytail. You bit down on your lower lip, concentration on the material sat in front of you. You were in the zone. You finally acknowledged that someone was indeed staring at you and you didn’t have to look up to know who it was. A small smile danced on your lips as you spoke, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer, Malfoy.”
Draco let out a light chuckle. “I can’t enjoy the view?” he asked you.
You placed your quill down to take a look at the boy sat in front of you. “Haven’t you heard?” you sarcastically ask. “Staring at people without them knowing is creepy.”
“You didn’t know I was staring at you?” Draco teases which makes you blush. He always knew how to come back at you.
The two of you liked each other and it was clear as day. Everyone around you knew it. All of your friends, all of the students in your year, even your professors picked up on it. But the two of you were so stubborn that neither of you wanted to admit your feelings to the other in fear that they would be admitting defeat. This has been going on since year four and now you two were in year six, still not together. You hadn’t even kissed. Nothing.
Shaking your head, you return to your work, a smile still plastered on Draco’s face as you continued your studies. There were lots of things that Draco liked about you. Obviously, you were beautiful. But it was more than that. He liked how strong willed you like himself. You were driven and ambitious. You weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself and others, putting people in their place with just a glare. Draco adored how strong you were on the outside, but a complete mush on the inside when it came to your family and friends. There was so much to like that it made Draco unable to think straight at times.
Draco so desperately wanted to make you his. He wanted to tell you everything about how he has felt about for the past two years. But even though he knew how much you liked him, he still feared rejection. That you would think he wasn’t worthy of someone like you. That you would prefer someone who’s family wasn’t so snooty or prestigious. These thoughts often circulated throughout his head and could drive him close to insanity, wondering what you would do if he asked you to be his.
“Haven’t you had enough studying for today?” he whines as you continue to keep your head buried in your work. You didn’t take exams lightly. Although you liked having fun as much as the next person, your academia always came first. It was your responsibility to do well in school and be better than the next student. You didn’t feel obligated to do it for anyone; you were a good student for yourself. You wanted to prove to yourself that you were just as capable of being brilliant like other students similar to Hermione Granger. “You could use a distraction,” Draco teases.
You roll your eyes, “Are you suggesting that I may be more interested in what you have to offer?” Draco raises his hands in defense. You chuckle, closing your book, surrendering to the blonde Slytherin in front of you. “Well, let me hear your sales pitch, Malfoy.”
Draco sits up in his chair, eye staring into yours. Merlin, you had beautiful eyes. It’s like he saw the galaxy in your eyes. Such a beautiful hue, blinking with joy, curiosity, and cleverness. “I don’t know what to do to sell you, (Y/L/N),” Draco confessed. Which was true. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. What else could he possible do to prove that he liked you and wanted to make you his?
Sucking on your teeth, you feign disappointment. “Not the words I was looking for. What a pity,” you tease as he grins. “Just means I’ll have to postpone buying your product longer than anticipated.”
Before Draco can even ask what that means, you had grabbed your things and left the library with a saucy smirk on your lips. “Merlin, she’ll be the death of me,” he breathes out. Draco sits there, thinking of what he has to do to prove himself to you.
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You return to your room, peeling your cardigan off of your body as your roommate, Daphne, sits on her bed. She catches the goofy grin on your face as you place your things away, tucking them into their respective drawers. “Smiling about Malfoy?” she laughs as you ignore her. Daphne knew first hand how much you liked Draco. Ever since year four, you would ramble on and on about him and how much you liked the boy. She would roll her eyes and tell you that you should make a move as your eyes would widen in fear and earn her a ‘are you mental?’ in response. “(Y/N), you like the bloke so much and you know how he feels about you. How many hoops are you going to make him jump through?” she sits up as you plop yourself next to her.
“It’ll come to an end soon,” you confess. “I’ve planted the seed. Now, we wait,” you tell her as she furrows her brows, confused. “Meaning, I told him he needs to sell me on reasons I should want to be his girlfriend. I’ll give him a hard time about it, but I’ll give in.”
Daphne just laughs wildly at you, now your turn to be confused. “Oh, silly little (Y/N). Do you know what you just got yourself into?” she asks, placing a hand on your leg, trying to reassure you about the decision you’ve made. “You challenged Draco Malfoy to a game he will crush you in. I remember when Draco had a two week crush on Tracey Davis and he sent her owls that carried roses to her room every morning and night. And that crush lasted two weeks! Yours has been two years in the making.”
Maybe Daphne was right, this was a mistake. But you kind of wanted to see just how far the boy would go to show you how much he wanted you. That night you went to sleep with excitement and nervousness about what Draco would have in store for you tomorrow.
The morning came quickly as you awoke, still groggy. You slide on your slippers when there is a knock at the door. Yawning, you open the door and on the floor near the door is about six dozen red roses and a small card on the top of the pile of flowers. You open the white card and in Draco’s handwriting reads: Challenge Accepted. Xo, Malfoy
You can’t help but smile.
“You’re bloody joking,” Daphne says from behind you as you shrug, picking up a flower, sniffing its pleasant scent. “I am not picking that up. Malfoy has a crush on you, not me.”
After getting ready in uniform and ready for the day, you make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. When you sit down with Daphne, Draco is immediately sat to your left. You sip on your pumpkin juice as Draco starts, “Receive anything interesting at your doorstep this morning?”
Hiding your smile, you turn to him and furrow your eyebrows. “Pardon?”
Draco rolls his eyes and scoots closer to you. “Did you get my gift?” he asks.
You scoot away from him, teasingly. “No, actually. There was absolutely nothing in front of my doorstep today. A big pile of nothing,” you tell him as Daphne almost spits out her juice.
Draco recognizes what you are doing as just shakes his head. He then leans in closer and whispers, “This is nowhere near over,” in your ear. The motion brings goosebumps to your skin before he leaves just as quickly as he came.
Sitting there for a moment in silence, you let your heart rate calm down before sipping on your pumpkin juice again and taking a bit of your toast. “I told you this was a war you didn’t want to get involved in,” Daphne sing songs as you kick her underneath the table. “Ow! What’s that for now? Just because you two are stubborn doesn’t mean you have to take it out on my shins!”
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And oh Draco wasn’t lying when he said it wasn’t the end. If flowers weren’t enough, he sent you boxes of chocolate, a new pair of shoes, a dress he knew you liked from the shoppes at Hogsmeade, and he even had the audacity to get the Frog choir to serenade you at dinner one night. It was getting absurd at this point. But with every gift Draco gave you, you played it off like it was nothing. Although Draco didn’t have to do all of this, you just wanted to push his buttons.
Draco on the other hand was running out of ideas quickly. He has thought of everything under the sun that was creative or show stopping to get you to be his. What was next? Did you want him to buy you Hogwarts castle? He could probably do it if he tried hard enough...
He was beside himself. Tonight, he laid on his bed, staring at his ceiling, just wondering what you wanted out of him. He thought of you in his mind’s eyes and all of his worries seemed to melt away. The thought of you laughing and smiling made his chest warm and head fuzzy. He dreamt of you snuggled up to him on his bed, him kissing the top of your head, drawing small circles into your hip bones. He wanted you to be his so desperately. It was a deep need. He knew that if you asked him, he would go to the ends of the world for you and come back with whatever you wanted. Draco didn’t want to admit it, but deep down he knew he was in love. No other feeling was this strong.
You sat on your bed, looking at the gifts that Draco had gifted you over the course of the past week. Every single one more beautiful than the previous one. But none of this wanted to make you run into his arms and say yes. That just seemed selfish. Although you wanted to do this to tease Draco and drive him a mid mad, all you really wanted was to hear Draco say the words, “I want you.” That was it. Simple as that.
But of course, it was in Draco’s nature to overcomplicate things and get showing affection confused with material items. You couldn’t blame him though. That’s how he was raised by his parents. They showed their love for him through gifts and material wealth. But in turn this made Draco believe that that was the only was of showing affection rather than using his words or other actions.
Sighing, you place his gifts elsewhere, out of sight as you tuck into bed for the night. “Nothing?” Daphne asks as you shake your head. “He’s going to say it. Mark my words, he’ll do it, (Y/N),” she says as you can only hope he will. “He’ll come around.”
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The next day rolled around and you weren’t as well rested as you had hoped. You had stayed up tossing and turning, wondering if Draco was thinking of you the way you were thinking of him. You begrudgingly get dressed and imagine what gift Draco has for you today. You’d be surprised if he could top the Frog choir. That would be an achievement.
But there was no gift today. No flowers, no chocolate, no clothes, no Frog choir, nothing. You waited for something to catch you off guard, but your day was normal. Which kind of worried you. Did he plan something for the evening? But at dinner, there was nothing. You ate your meal with your friends at one of the Slytherin tables, waiting for Draco’s arrival, but nothing. In fact, you didn’t see Draco at all that day.
You started to get a little concerned. Did something happen to him? Is he sick? Did he get hurt? Is he looking for you? Thoughts flood through your head, but you take your mind off things by engaging in conversation with the people around you.
Finally, you return back to your dormitory for the night, surprised that nothing happened today. Completely uneventful. It was a bummer; you looked forward to teasing Draco again today.
You slipped into your nightclothes and took your hair down from its ponytail, shaking it out along with the worries and anxieties of the day. As you pull back your sheets, you hear a knock at the door. You had assumed it was Daphne, considering she wasn’t back in the room yet and she had forgotten her keys yet again. “Daph, you have to remember your keys. I won’t always be home,” you look up and don’t see Daphne, but instead Draco. “Oh. Hi.”
Draco looks exhausted. Like he hasn’t gotten sleep at all. He has bags under his eyes and his face looks a little paler than normal. He stands before you in his clothes from yesterday. Your concern for his well being rises. But before you can say anything further, he talks. “I don’t know what else to do to prove that I like you, (Y/N). I’ve done it all, but I’m going to do one last thing and if you still don’t want me after this, then I will stop by all means,” he says as you just watch him. “I thought about what I wanted to say to you all day and all night, but all I can say is this. I am my happiest when I am around you. You never fail to make me laugh. You make my head fuzzy and my chest warm and you make me want to be a better person which is just absurd,” he confesses making you giggle. “I like you, (Y/N). I want you to be mine. Please. Be mine.”
And with that, you waste no time in kissing the poor bloke in front of you. The moment your lips touch, his arms are wrapped around you. Your hands cup his face, pulling him close. The kiss is full of all of the longing and wanting you both had been doing for the past two years. It’s sweet and kind and passionate and hungry all at the same, making your head reel and your stomach do flips. It felt otherworldly.
As you pull away, the both of you breathless, you say, “That’s all you had to do. You just had to say it.”
Draco’s face drops. “You’re bloody joking,” he huffs. “I spent so much money on all of those gifts and you just wanted me to say some sappy words? That’s the dumbest things I’ve ever heard!” he exclaims as you laugh, kissing him again, sweetly. “I guess it was worth it,” he shrugs.
That night, you both fall asleep in your bed, Draco cuddling you from behind as you both have the best night sleep of your life. As you sleep, Daphne comes it and notices you two curled up together. “Finally,” she exhales with a smile.
#draco#draco imagine#draco malfoy#draco x female reader#draco x you#draco malfoy imagine#draco malfoy oneshot#draco malfoy fanficiton#draco malfoy x female reader#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy x slytherin#draco x reader#hp#harry potter#harry potter fanfic#harry potter imagine
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haikyuu general headcanons from my sleep deprived ass
hEy this is sleep deprived me who is in in the verge of crying AND ready to go party and rob a bank
yes my kids, it's weird feelings time
ANYWAY here i suppose i'll write both angsty and fluffy and crack headcanons because i really don't know what's happening anymore
me after writing this: nope, it's all crack and fluff my guys. no angst. i couldn't bring myself to make myself more sad lmaoo
warnings: the first part is set on 2012, hence why kenma doesn't own a wii, not a switch. also there's manga spoilers but i out a warning before it heheheh
also not proof read and written while being really fucking tired. it will probably not make sense
general random headcanons
– akaashi wears clip hair locks when he has to study
– kunimi smokes weed like everyday. he'll be in class and his brain will be on another galaxy thinking about his donkey who happens to be actually a dog who happens to actually not exist. completely permafried but somehow keeps a gpa of 3.8 (in spain we don't have gpa but we have average mark which is the same lol)
– bokuto is really really good at physics. probably recites the three laws of newton while spiking and his serve routine includes him replaying the boyle laws on his mind. probably the reason why kuroo and him get along so well. kuroo prefers chemistry so they have this inside argument where bokuto hits him with his physics fats while kuroo just yells compounds and their nomeclature
– oikawa has a cat. that's it. that's the headcanon.
– makki and mattsun have the dumbes longest pet names for each other. "i love you so much, you meme of my computer, bread of my cheese, ass of my chair, you little silly beautiful brow man with the longest muscliest most tanned and amazingest arms in the world" "oh, is that so? i of course love you more you pink creampuff with no other reason of existence than to be beautiful even with that peach haircut, incredible man i'd 100% recommend 5 stars on booking, 5 of 5 in every stat, wig snatched, my pores cleared, hotel trivago" "please shut the fuck yo the both of you"
– yes that headcanon was INSTALLED in my brain as soon as i read undermattsun's one
– and yes the five stars on booking is a skam reference, if anyone got it
– that was inspired by anitwt
– the first time noya saw asahi's hair untied he had a nosebleed. and actual one
– hoshiumi has made a lot of kids cry because he just has that villain vibe while hirugami makes them laugh when he's the actual villain
– jk the villain is actually yama and tendo's bullies and michiru usuri or whatever his name is
– konoha is ambidextrous and komi calls his jack of all trades master of two
– he also happens to be very fucking good at guessing. tendo's typa shit. he'll be on an exam and he'll just guess every single answer. he'll be like mmmmm this kinda looking like an alkane
– yes that's me trying to show off my poor chemistry knowledge.
– iwaoi arcade dates but it's them hitting the dance machine with scores like 100000 and iwa surprisingly loosing at 128478-128477
– iwa's charger is oikawa :)
– oikawa's charger is iwa's arms
– suga uses kagehina's inside competition so they take care of themselves
"oh mmm... i don't think drinking so much water would be that possible"
"kageyama! i bet i can sip this in less than thirty seconds"
"dumbasss! i can do it in under fifteen"
– bokuto brought an owl to the gym once. and washio just happened to have an aunt whose hobbie was training raptor birds. and that's how the fukurodani volleyball club ended up setting their sunday meetings at washio's aunt insanely big backyard and bonding over owls.
– akaashi's favourite owl is actually an eurasian scops owl.
– wait no ima list their fav owls
– bokuto: great horned owl. you know why.
– konoha: ruffous legged owl. he fell in love with this old grey owl who loves resting only on his arm and he's now whipped
– komi: pygmy owl. bc they both tiny.
– washio: snowy owls. he just loves how they are. loves all of his aunt's owls tho.
– onaga: short eared owl. mainly because they remind him of someone *cough* komi *cough* and he just laughs everytime he thinks about it
– sarukui: northern hawk owl. just because.
– suzumeda: another sucker for snowy owls. she loves their name and their colour. and also because they remind her of yukie. which is a plus
– yukie: none in particular really. but her favourite owl in washio's aunt backyard is a verreaux eagle owl.
– kenma doesn't have a wii because not a lot of his favourite games are available on it. but he's saving for a ps4 since it's coming soon and his ps3 is kinda on the edge of dying of overuse
– the first time hinata had to go to karasuno was also the first time he actually rode a bike and he almost crashed with around twenty cars lmao
– on his second year, kageyama invited the second years to his birthday (hinata yamaguchi yachi AND tsukishima, not tanaka noya ennoshita narita and kinoshita lmao) and tsukishima DID go. he kept saltying over everything but after that, he and kageyama got aling wayyy better. (though the bantering enver stopped)
– akaken headcanon that they sometimes study together if a training camp is near finals week. akaashi is real bad at english and kenma has 0 brain for history
"kozume-san, do you know how the english word for exacerbate?"
"yes, also do you know what were the main characteristics of the meiji restoration?"
MANGA SPOILERS HEADCANONS
– fukunaga's mom is spanish. that's why he's so good at paella. his mom is from valencia ✌️😔
– inunaki atsumu and sakusa form ✨the asshole team✨
– ushijima and hoshiumi have the weirdest relationship ever.
"ushijima do you know how tall i am!"
"yes hoshiumi san. just yesterday you claimed you were 9 milimetres taller than hinata shoyo second best small giant 2 points less than you in stats"
"hahaha! yes! wait! i am going to tweet that! do you want me to tag you?!"
"please do not. my twitter gets clustered of all the fans tweeting about semi san and i's reunion last week"
"i'm going to tag you"
– hoshiumi COMPLETELY tweets in caps locks. there is not a single lowercase letter in the dumptrash of 15k tweets that his twitter page is.
"HAHAHA @HINATA_SHOYO I AM OFFICIALLY NINE CENTIMETRES TALLER THAN YOU I AM THE BEST SMALL GIANT PREPARE YOUR BUTTOCKS TO GET KICKED THIS SEASON BE READY YOU AND YOUR TEAM OF OVERLY TALL MEN WITH NINE CENTIMETRES LESS OF SMALL GIANT"
– hirugami (sachiro) is moniwa's vet, futakuchi and aone's turtle. the first time sachiro and furakuchi met, was the last time futakuchi set foot on hirugami's pet centre. he's now banned from going in there and he had to watch moniwa get checked from the cristal pannel
– shouko (hirugami's sister) has favoritism on sachiro. pays for her and her brother's netflix account and has set sachiro's name as "baby brother" and fukuro's name as "tall arsehole"
– also she and kanoka are in the same team
– miwa and alisa are completely dating. it's not even a headcanon anymore lmfao
– oikawa's argentinian team mates completely thought iwa's name was iwachan and the first time they saw him st the olympics they called him "iwachansito" and "iwatoto"
– they also call oikawa argentoto (yes that's frim twitter)
– both suna and kita have an soecial discount on onigiri miya. arsumu has to pay double for them
– kenma does actually own a house in roppongi hills, but didn't tell kuroo until the bedheaded went to bring kenma food and found out the house had been destroyed and was now being used as a gardening school
– yaku first saw lev's ad in yekaterinburg but didn't tell him. he has a very good laugh everytime he passed by the banner next to his house
– komori and yaku IMMEDIATELY got along. yaku was like "mmmmmmmmmmm a tall libero i see ,':/" and komori was like "haha yea anyway the way you dug that ball was amazing :3" and yaku fell in love
– atsumu' hair isn't that blonde only because of bleach but also because he spends some weekends helping kita with the farm and the sun has cleared it
– hinata is sakusa's favourite.
– tenma and bokuto get along pretty well, and akaashi is scared tenma will start going feral now that he's met bokuto
– ima wrap this up bc it's becoming long lmao ty for listening to my night rambles ily all
–also no it's not well edited i'm on my phone lol
– will probably do again if my mental health goes on like this which is very probable lmao
– good night
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hey <3
This is the prize to the winner of the 300 follower game, where you could get a letter from any of the RFA members! Thank you for being patient with me and congratulations!
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Hey ho! God 707 reporting to 606! How are we doing? Did you know that tomato sauce was sold in the 1800s as medicin-
Jesus christ Luciel, calm down. I’m afraid I had to take the phone from him due to his....I don’t even know what to call it.
I apologize for his...behavior.....
Let’s....continue. Hello there Mat, how have you been? I hope you’ve been having wonderful days.
I know that sometimes it may get a bit hard, but just know that me (Jaehee) and the RFA is always here to support you.
It may be difficult to find motivation to do our work sometimes. Some good advice that I can give you is to always take it slow, one step at a time. And remember to take breaks too, since your health always comes first. I will be here, cheering for you!
Ah, wait a second. It appears Yoosung wants to write something too. I wish you the best of luck in the future.
Alright, now that Jaehee finished writing....uh...hello! It’s Yoosung, hehe. Oh, uh, I heard that you’re having a bit of trouble finding motivation to do some work, but I’m always here to help you, you know? Oh, wait. Jaehee just looked at me with one of those ‘are you serious’ looks. But I guess she’s right, I shouldn’t talk because I don’t do my work at all ;;;
Oh! I have an idea, why don’t we both try doing our work, and then when we’re done we can go and play a round of LOLOL? There’s this new quest where you have to kill this super rare dragon, and the item drops are amazing! Of course compared to last year’s it’s nothing really, you see, there was a quest where we could get this new avatar, and I-
Hello, it’s Jaehee again. I apologize for Yoosung’s rambling (he is still doing it, by the way) but I believe he wanted to say that he’d be cheering for you and that he knows you can do it.
With that the both of us say goodbye. If you finish your work early maybe we could go for a cup of coffee and talk? I’d love to spend more time with you.
Signed, Jaehee and Yoosung.
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HOHOHO! I managed to hack into the post!
Hello Mat, the great God7 is here! (Once again)
I don’t understand why Jaehee had to cut me off while I was telling you that tomato sauce fact, it’s pretty interesting, don’t you think?
Oh! By the way! If you’re ever feeling unmotivated and just don’t want to really get out of bed, then you have my permission to use this picture of me:
To bless your eyes and immediately feel better!
You can also picture our dear Elly, just imagine her soft, pink paws, and her soft white fur.
AHHHH! Now I really want to go and see my Elly!
Hey, how about this? If you do your work, we can go together and steal Elly from Jumin, ok?!
Ah! But remember to also take breaks! I know how tempting it is to stay in bed and sleep all day, but there is work to do!
I also have a tip, based on real life events. Get a maid that nags you 24/7! I, the Defender of Justice can confirm that having a maid screaming at you to get your job done is completely effective!
Right now I can give you a free trial for 707’s Maid Service! I will be generous and give you a discount off your first purchase, only being $999.99! Amazing right?!
Haha, but enough joking around.
Mat. I know how hard it is to get out of bed sometimes and do your work (trust me, that’s something I do almost every day) but I will be supporting you from the sidelines! If you want, I could totally help you do your work too, but that’d be $1000 hehehehe~
A good tip for working would be, that everytime you finish a task, reward youself with some PhD Pepper and some Honey Buddha Chips! Or if you don’t like those (but who wouldn’t like those?????) just reward yourself with a snack you like! Things are very hard right now, with everything that’s going on, and I know that it sucks being stuck at home (although it’s something I do for a living~ I only go out when Madam Vanderwood starts nagging me about work...uh....wait a minute...)
WAH!!! Madam Vanderwood is now yelling and looking for me! I had the brilliant idea to hide in the closet of course, so I’m sure that she won’t find-
AGHHHHHH!!
ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!
Mat! I have almost no time left, but everyone is cheering for you! You! Can! Do! It!!!!
AH MADAM VANDERWOOD WAIT A MINUTE-
SEEYOULATERANDGOODLUCK!
DEFENDER OF JUSTICE OUT!✨
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Ahhh this is my first time doing soemthing like this, so I hope I did a good job! Also here’s a little message from me too! I know how hard it is to get out of bed everyday and do your work -that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time pft- but I think a good way to do it is to go one step at a time! You can start doing a bit of work for 5 minutes, and then you can increase it to 10 and you can keep going that way. I don’t know if you like music, but listening to it always gets me motivated to do my work! You can also reward youself with little breaks and some snacks!
What I’ve been doing is to hide my phone and work at least and hour or two (you can change it to how you feel comfortable of course) and after I have that done, I use my phone for a while, or eat something I really like. Most of the times I watch Disney movies tho, pft (they make me way too happy LMAOO) and then after I study and hour or two more! That way I can have everything done! (But lately I haven’t been doing it ;;;)
Remember to also take care of yourself! And rewards always help! I wish you the best of luck in the future! 😊💕💕
#mystic messenger#saeyoung choi#yoosung kim#jaehee kang#mysme#saeran choi#jumin han#jihyun mysme#choi bois
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[ENG TRANSLATION + Explanation] Shaking Chloe 谢可寅 rap lyrics for THE9 Sphinx
Written by: Shaking
Translated by: xiekeyin-lyrics
First Rap part
小老虎 跳个舞 (romanized: xiao lao hu, tiao ge wu)
“Little tiger, dance”
Since Keyin’s nickname is tiger, due to her name Yin is a old character referring to and representing tiger, so she’s somewhat hinting she’s the big tiger and calling the little tigers to dance.
This is open for interpretation whether she’s saying:
1. Little tigers, let’s dance together! (aka let’s play! let’s have some fun!) OR
2. Small tigers, dance for me (like a clown, entertain me with your dance.)
键盘声大 霹雳啪啦 从不在乎 (romanized: jian pan sheng da pi li pa la, cong bu zai hu)
“the keyboard’s loud, blah blah, (i’m) never bothered.”
噼里啪啦 pi li pa la is the sound of keyboards frantically being typed on, but it can also be used when someone is rambling. the word for keyboard is 键盘. In chinese, there’s a term called 键盘侠 which means keyboard warriors - a term typically referring to people who hide behind their computers and keyboards, talking crap, spreading hate, brave with words behind their computers. Most typically this term keyboard warrior is associated with internet haters who thinks they are righteous and is brave with their cruel words. So this line basically’s like, the keyboards is loud (because many are typing furiously or someone is typing quickly and harshly), pi li pa la (imitating people rambling OR the constant ringing sounds from keyboards that typing causes), i’ve never cared or i’ve never been bothered by it.
踏不灭 踏不灭 野兽野火 (romanized: ta bu mie, ta bu mie, ye shou ye huo)
“Can’t stomp it out (x2) the beast’s wild fire.”
踏 means both stomp and step on, it means no matter how you step on / stomp on, the beast’s wild fire can’t be stomped out by you.
The term for beast 野兽 translates to beast but in chinese, it’s a terminology referring to wild animals too. Considering Keyin’s nickname is Tiger (Shaking’s Yin is a chinese character representing Tiger, a wild animal), she’s basically saying stomps on her or stepping on her won’t diminish her wild fire (of passion)
灭 has a double meaning too. It’s usually a meaning of diminishing fires. But in another way, 灭口 is a term for killing someone, murdering someone, to silence someone through death. So this line can also mean that no matter how you stomp to kill, the beast and the fire won’t be killed / diminished.
And the way she repeated 踏不灭 (stomping it out) twice actually delivers a vibe and impression to it. cause when people are frustrated, they tend to do things repeatedly? like if you stomp to kill something and it won’t die so you keep stomping on it a few more times? so it delivers an impression of expressing this kinda emotions from those who wanna stomp on her and her flames of passion. So this line is expressing, no matter how badly you stomp to kill / to diminish, keyin the wild beast and her flames of passion, the fire in her is never gonna die or die out.
未解的 飞跃的 你看不透我 (romanized: wei jie de, fei yue de, ni kan bu tou wo)
“Those unsolved, those soaring, you can’t see through me”
The ‘you can’t see through me’ basically means, keyin’s not an open book that you can easily predict. Rather than an invisibility concept, it’s more of a: you can’t see through what I have up my sleeves - i’m unpredictable, i’m unreadable, i’m mysterious and unphantomable.
Second Rap part:
Cuz I'm a queen
A simple lyric, but it’s an ongoing theme that keyin has had ever since she first started rapping. In her first self-written rap song - Shaking Non-Stop, she crowns herself the queen and this lyric shows us the amount of confidence and self-pride she still has predebut since 2018 till now.
This is a theme that resonates and comes back again in the final rap lyric of Sphinx later on.
You look at me 不屑的表情 WO
(romanized: you look at me, bu xie de biao qing woo!)
“You look at me, a disdainful expression, wo!”
Oh My God 笑话 难关从没怕啦 怕啦
(romanized: omg, xiao hua, nan guan cong mei pai la pa la)
“Oh my god, what a joke. Challenges? Never been afraid~”
Personally I loved this line cause of how sassy it is.
难关 can mean challenges or obstacles and it’s kinda a term you use for games obstacles or the toughest point of games that you have to go through in order to level up.
But then she goes like, 从没怕啦怕啦 the first two characters means ‘never been’ and the way she raps 怕啦怕啦 is kinda a tone of cuteness and in a joking way kinda? it’s an attitude of a child going “hehehe its fine its fine it’s nothing!” kinda like brushing it off vibes too. So the attitude in this is like her being cute and saying, “obstacles? challenges? heheheh i’ve never ever been afraid~” and what makes it best is like, she’s implying the obstacles AS GAMEPLAY OBSTACLES AND SHE’S BRUSHING IT OFF nonchalantly while saying she has never been afraid ooo i love you keyin
HOWEVER! Because of the lack of punctuations, the way she raps the 难关从没怕啦 怕啦 can once again mean something else if you frame it differently. If you separate 从没怕啦 怕啦 and add in a question mark at the end, it can mean i’ve never been afraid of obstacles, are YOU afraid (of me) now? (it’s just asking are you already afraid / are you now afraid? in general. but to me it’s hinting a vibe of asking those who looked at her disdainfully, are you afraid of me now? seeing my attitude?)
this part all depends on how she wanna delivers it LOL i’m not sure how she wrote it to be cause 难关从没怕啦！ 怕啦? and 难关从没怕啦怕啦 means two different things :’) and i guess we’ll only know which does she mean when we look at her perform
Final Rap line
万箭齐发 看我的眼神杀 (romanized: wan jian qi fa, kan wo de yan shen sha)
the first four words literally translates to “tens of thousands of arrows being shot collectively”. the last six words means, “look at my killing / electrifying gaze.”
Since the arrows are being shot - notice the direction of the arrows aren’t mentioned.
Therefore, there are two ways to interprete this :
1. She’s the general. Commanding her army, leading and welcoming the battle with w her charismatic gaze / gaze that shows that she is out to kill.
This is an aura and vibe of a general / a warrior. Considering earlier, keyin raps “Cause i’m a queen”, and these two lines together is SO precious because it’s a theme she started with when she first started rapping - Check out her solo performance two years ago “Shaking Non-Stop”(linked), her first rap piece that she wrote. In Shaking Non-Stop, Keyin refers to herself as the queen with lyrics like “Welcome to my kingdom, it’s shaking so dope!” and in the chorus and most of the song she implies she is the general, the soldiers all ready, waiting for her signal to charge forth full-force.
Now in Sphinx, it feels like her theme has not changed, she grew but she kept her confidence and self-pride that she’s still a queen, she’s still a brave, smart, righteous general. The 10 words here is like a signal commanding soldiers to shoot (btw if we watch chinese historical war dramas, at the beginning of a war, the defending army would stand guard the city tall walls and begin collectively shooting when the general signals to, and when the war begins and the offensive army comes.) and her killing gaze is typically the attitude of a general ready to fight.
2. Keyin is describing the tens of thousands of arrows being shot at her. She is still welcoming, fronting the battle with her charismatic, killing gaze.
In this way of interpretation, Keyin’s no longer the general. Rather, she is fighting the battle alone. But she is still fearless, still out to kill those who collectively shot arrows at her - still ready to front those who gangs up against her by attacking her collectively.
Interpretation 2′s arrows would symbolise the hate and attacks towards her over the years, how haters would gang up to attack her collectively, targetting her.
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note: the italics parts in romanized are the rhymes that shaking used for her rap, which is tbh throughout all her parts that she wrote.
I’ve posted this on one of the translation videos (link) for everyone to better understand the lyrical genius shaking LOL.
Keyin’s parts may be short but she has always put in lots of effort to write smart, good lyrics and i do think it’s so important to understand her lyrics as international fans :)
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ASDFGHJKL THAT NEW SHIFTER AU IS THE BEST please tell me more senpai!!!!!!!!!!!! jeonghan's sassiness, the way jisoo is so hopeless and jeonghan just revealing hinself like that i'm omg
A/n: Direct continuation of the (Cat)ch Me if You Can hehehehe bc the first chapter was a ridiculous 3,000 words lol lmao :3
Pairing: Jeonghan x Jisoo (Jihan)
Warning(s): Mostly fluff, some flustered Jisoo cos why not hehe
Words: 1,600+
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Shifter AU: (Cat)ch Me If You Can | Feline Feelings |
The Royal family had an ancestral secret. One that was fiercely protected, closely guarded, and well hidden.
All with royal blood were born with the ability to shapeshift into domesticated animals. All but one.
A hidden prince, born out of an illicit affair between the King and a maid. He alone had the mysterious ability to shift into predators.
Him, and his descendants were offered two options:
Guard the Royal family.
Or die.
“Besides, you sucked at hiding your little crush.”
Oh my god he knew this entire time?!
Jeonghan laughs when Jisoo turns even redder, hands twisting in his cream coloured (and coffee splattered) apron as he flails helplessly.
“What crush there’s no crush!” Jisoo squeaks, forcing out a laugh so fake it makes him cringe internally. “You’re just- I’m- I’m leaving bYE.”
Jeonghan stays in the back room, watching Jisoo be a complete mess trying to get out. He’s holding in his laughter at how flustered Jisoo is, to the point that he’s leaving his own cafe. He waits, knowing the barista will come back in and chase him out.
True enough, Jisoo turns around and points at him, still flustered and adorably huffy.
“This is my shop!!! You leave!!!” he whines, grabbing Jeonghan’s hand and tugging, pouting when Jeonghan doesn’t budge an inch.
“You’re so cute like this,” Jeonghan giggles, pulling Jisoo into his arms with a simple tug. “Come back to the palace with me,” he murmurs, arm tightening around Jisoo’s slim waist, effectively trapping him in.
“I can’t,” he protests weakly, even though he would really love to. “I just opened the cafe, I can’t just close up and leave now.”
Jisoo wants so badly to lean into the prince’s warmth and kiss Jeonghan’s soft, pink lips, but he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Jeonghan sighs, grip still firm around the cafe owner’s waist.
“Oh fine, be all humble and responsible, I’ll just come round to pick you up later,” he grins, leaning in and kissing Jisoo on the lips, grinning when he feels Jisoo stiffen for a second and melt completely into his arms, responding eagerly to Jeonghan.
The kiss seems to last both forever and just for a second. They pull away from each other, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Jisoo squeaks in surprise and he bolts out of the room, face and ears (and lips) on fire.
Seungcheol and Jihoon watch him stumble out, snickering between themselves when Jisoo jumps in surprise at their sudden appearance.
“You- what are you both doing here?” he sputters, turning away from them to flit uselessly around his coffee machine. He spies Jeonghan shifting back into cat form and strutting out, meowing loudly at Seungcheol and Jihoon to take him home.
“We’re here to make sure the newly betrothed couple are safe,” Seungcheol answers easily.
Jisoo’s eyes nearly fall out of his head at the word ‘betrothed.’
“I mean, we’re also to make sure you guys aren’t fucking in the back room,” Jihoon deadpans, “It’s so unsanitary,” he mutters, suppressing a laugh when Jisoo wheezes unattractively.
Cat Jeonghan – Cheonsa – meows unhappily and scratches at Jihoon’s leg vindictively.
“O-Ow your Highness please,” Jihoon grumbles, picking up Cheonsa and begrudgingly letting him settle across his shoulders.
MrOW (That’s for scarring Jisoo)
Jihoon grumbles his apologies, and Jisoo hands both Seungcheol and Jihoon their coffees, wishing them a cheerful (if not slightly breathless) farewell. Seungcheol waves to Jisoo, congratulating the cafe owner again before slipping out of the cafe, behind Jihoon and his Highness.
Seungcheol watches Jihoon and Prince Jeonghan argue quietly the entire way back, absently wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t found Jihoon.
Death.
Anything to protect the family.
Seungcheol holds back a shudder, eyes drifting to his partner. Somehow he can’t believe no one’s found out yet, but he’s not going to risk telling anyone. Jihoon, regardless of his… situation, is an exceptional guard. He’s quicker and smarter than the rest of the Royal Guard combined (in Seungcheol’s completely unbiased opinion anyway). Besides, having a smaller partner actually works really well; this way Seungcheol doesn’t have to worry about getting stuck in small places, Jihoon will fit into them perfectly.
Jeonghan glances up from Jihoon’s shoulder, meowing unhappily when he sees Seungcheol trudging gloomily behind them . He leverages himself on Jihoon’s arm, jumping off gracefully to pad over to his hulking, sulking bodyguard.
Why the long face Cheollie, Cheonsa purrs, winding his way around Seungcheol’s legs. Seungcheol shrugs, picking up the black cat with a sigh.
“Nothing your highness, let’s get back so we can announce to the rest of the guards your little game is up, not that everyone didn’t already know who you were going to choose,” he mumbles, and Jeonghan meows loudly.
(Seungcheol totally deserved that scratch, and he knew it too.)
Jisoo has to physically force himself to focus on his job, and not smile like a complete idiot the entire day. He (desperately) wants to close up and head to Jeonghan, but he also would like to keep earning money, so he endures the entire shift, thanking people who offer their congratulations, and keeping his distance from those who shoot him death looks for “winning” the Prince’s hand in marriage.
The thought makes him dizzy with nerves and happiness.
I get to be with Jeonghan.
I have to behave all Royal – oh gOd I’m nOT READY–
Jisoo’s fretting is interrupted when he hears the jingle of the bell, and he forces a polite smile onto his face.
I can just deal with this later.
“Hello my beloved,” Jeonghan greets smoothly, grin widening when he sees Jisoo turn bright red. Jihoon and Seungcheol walk in behind him, and can barely hold themselves back from snickering at Jisoo.
“Your highness pLeaSE,” Jisoo whines, quickly handing a customer their cup of coffee and mumbling a quick greeting, head bowed in an attempt to hide his burning cheeks
The customer laughs, thanking him for the coffee and heading to the door, stopping and turning suddenly. “Oh, before I forget, congratulations on your betrothal to the crown prince,” he grins, bowing slightly as he passes Jeonghan.
Jisoo closes up early for once, putting a sign on the door that said he would be closed for the rest of the week because of some “unforeseen circumstances” (read: Jeonghan had whined until Jisoo agreed).
“You can’t keep working here,” Jeonghan protests, and Jisoo rolls his eyes, counting out the money he’d earned today. “You can’t!” Jeonghan continues, pouting when Jisoo barely bats an eyelid. “ Well, not really. You’re my betrothed, you have to learn all the royal duties and etiquette and also be acquainted with the rest of my family,.”
“Jeonghan please,” Jisoo sighs, cupping Jeonghan’s cheek gently. “It’s a means of living, and I like working here.”
Jeonghan really wants to provide everything for Jisoo. He wants his pretty barista his life without worrying about things like money and making coffee for shitty people, but he also sees how genuinely happy Jisoo is in his little cafe, and he feels his resolve disappear.
“Fine, fine, you win,” he sighs, and Jisoo beams so brightly Jeonghan’s heart aches. “But, you still have to hire someone else for when we have duties together,” he offers, and Jisoo wrinkles his nose but agrees, grumbling under his breath about having to trust his cafe to another person.
Seungcheol and Jihoon watch them from the corner of the store, and neither can stop the fond smiles growing. They never knew a simple smile from Jeonghan’s chosen other could melt his will.
“He’s already so whipped,” Jihoon whispers, shaking his head, and Seungcheol’s shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“You would be too, if you found a blossoming love as pure as theirs,” Seungcheol sighs, glancing at Jihoon almost wistfully, although the other guard doesn’t catch it.
The second Jisoo finishes closing up, Jeonghan whisks him away to the palace, rambling excitedly about life at the palace, and how Jisoo was gonna love it, and how he’s so excited to introduce his entire family to Jisoo and –
Jisoo kisses him softly, and Jeonghan shuts up, staring blankly at his… boyfriend? Fiancé? Significant other???? Jisoo laughs, nestling his head against the Royal’s shoulder as they settle in the car, the silence blanketing them comfortably on the ride back.
“Will they like me?” Jisoo murmurs suddenly, glancing up at Jeonghan, who was scrolling through his phone. The prince hums, dropping a kiss onto Jisoo’s forehead.
“They’ll love you” Jeonghan reassures him, just as they pull into the palace. “I promise,” he hums, tugging his barista out of the car, right towards his family (accompanied of course, by the Royal Guards) who are all waiting and standing at attention.
“Hyung! Is that your chosen other? He’s so pretty!” Seungkwan yells, and Jisoo turns scarlet, shyly waving hello to the terrifyingly large group of people who are waiting to welcome him. Jeonghan winks at Jisoo before shifting into his cat, meowing loudly when all the guards stare in a mix of shock and horror.
“Y-your highness-!”
“O hMY GoD PriNCE jEONGHAN!”
“HYUNG!!!!!”
He already knows, calm down oh my god, Jeonghan (Cheonsa) purrs, winding himself around Jisoo’s legs.
“Wait is Jeonghan the only one like that?” Jisoo asks, eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity, and Jeonghan – Cheonsa – jumps onto his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek affectionately. “Are all of you shifters too? That’s so cool! What are all your animals?”
“What the fuck?” Mingyu blurts, wincing when Minghao smacks him upside the head, grumpily warning him about language.
“Why aren’t you panicking? Did you already know? How did you know?” Junhui frowns, taking a protective step in front of his two charges, and Jeonghan shifts back immediately, hand resting calmly on the snow leopard’s shoulder.
“I showed him. Come on, let’s go inside and get comfortable, don’t overwhelm Jisoo like this,” he orders quietly, voice soft but steely, and everyone scrambles inside.
“Come on in Jisoo, I promise they’re not usually terrifying,” Jeonghan grins lightly at his newfound love, hand reaching out for Jisoo to take.
Well, here goes nothing.
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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
sans
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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Six Flags Over Texas
*****I'm so sorry it's short. I've had some writers block and have been in a lot of pain trying to put more weight on my ankle after my surgery and I didnt know what kind of activitys to do so I just used Six flags. I'll share the link so you can see what it is at the end of the story. I hope it's ok hun.
Thank you to WriterGirlme on wattpad
I do NOT own the gifs or the pictures *****
"Pack your bags Nikhad!" Tom says while walking into your apartment
"Ummm hello to you to Tommy..why am I packing my bags?" You look at your best friend confused
"Because I'm taking you with me to America. I have a few press things to do in Texas and then I'll have a bit of free time and I thought we could explore the area."
"Wow...Tom that sounds AMAZING but I cant possibly let you do that. That's way to much money I-I just cant let you do that...."
He takes your hands and says "Nik I want to take you with me. I need my best friend with me while I explore Texas. Please come with me......plus I've already bought your ticket soooo... " hes smirking like a Cheshire cat
"THOMAS HIDDLESTON!! I cant believe you already bought my ticket!"
"Well if I didnt I know you wouldn't go hehehehe"
"Fine lol. I'll go pack my bags...you really are mischievous"
****Time skip to after Tom's press conferences in Texas****
"Hey Nikhad Tom Holland will be joining us today since hes done with all his press today and wont be leaving til tomorrow."
"Haha ok Hiddles that's fine. Hi Tom nice to see you again" Tom Holland waves back at you with a smile.
"William? Since when do u call me by my middle name?"
"Since you guys are both Tom H. You need to know which Tom in speaking to if I'm not directly looking at one of you duh lol"
"Ehehehe alrighty then. So have you decided what we are doing today"
"Can we go to Six Flags Over Texas? It looks like fun!"
"Oh yes someone at the meet and greet was talking about that place it sounds great. Its supposed to be a great amusement park."
"Of course Nikhad anything you want darling. Ehehe sounds like Tom here is definitely on board haha"
Tom (Hiddles) has been acting a bit different lately. Not in a bad way hes just been more....um loving I guess. Tom Holland has noticed this as well. He even asked me when finally adme it official lol he was surprised to find out that we were just friends but hey I'm definitely not complaining since I have been in love with him for a very long time.
We got on tons of rides like The Batman, Mr. Freeze, The Texas Giant, The Joker. We even rode a few water rides since it's so hot in Texas. The Aquaman and The Roaring Rapids (my personal favorite). We got soaked it was amazing. After all that excitement we decided to play some games and get some food.
There were lots of people who were taking pics of me and the 2 Tom's and a few even approached asking for a picture and autographs. After a while some paparazzi showed up once they caught wind of us being at Six Flags. They are always having me and Tom Hiddleston in the news saying we are a couple...if only it were true.
We ended the night getting ready to watch the firework show.
"Nikhad..." Tom says as he takes my hands in his turning to stand in front on me.
"Is everything ok tom?"
"Its wonderful....I just have something I need to tell you....I cant keep on bottling this up...."
"Thomas you know you can tell me anything...what's going on?"
"I-I am in love with you...and I have been for a while now but I was never sure if you felt the same way. And I completely understand if you dont bu-" hearing tom say he loves me gave me a confidence boost so I ended his rambling by leaning up to kiss him. Once he realizes what's going on I feel him relax in to it and we pull away after what felt like hours.
"Tom I love you too..."
"You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I never thought you'd see me more than just a friend but now that I know you do...would you be my girl?" He says with the biggest smile on his face.
"Yes Of course Tom!" I wrap my arms around his neck and his arms go around my waist to lean in for another kiss just as the fireworks start to go off. Tom Holland heard the whole conversation and was able to sneak the perfect picture and upload it to Instagram.
@yourusername and @twhiddleston finally made it official! Super happy for you guys! ❤❤
We finally left once they closed for the night (10pm) and went back to the hotel ready for bed. We said our goodbyes to Tom Holland since he would be gone before we woke.
Everything seemed so perfect I had the man of my dreams and he loved me just as much as I loved him. I cant wait to see what our future holds.
* https://www.sixflags.com/overtexas *
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