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mrsseverussnape · 3 years

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Love Is You - chapter 4

a/n: Finally i am posting this in a normal hour😂 Re-editing the chapters are taking way more time than i expected but i think it’s worth it. If you have any questions about the characters or the storyline, don’t hesitate to ask me!

Ps: are we wondering when we will get lighter and happy themed moodboards😂

Couple of days have passed since the divorce suit. As expected, everyone in the Ministry has found out what happened between Scarlett, Sirius and Arabelle. Because Arabelle couldn't stop talking about it like it was her victory. But her victory didn’t live long; since she was just a secretary at Auror's Department and Sirius was being the head of the department, he fired her without a second thought. Nobody could disrespect his Scarlett the way Arabelle did. Though Arabelle didn’t seem very upset by this act which made Sirius even more annoyed with her. Already Sirius has become very furious at work after the divorce and he was making it hell for everybody around him. It was very unlikely of him though; he was the funniest around, but now he was just shouting and cursing at everyone.

Scarlett was in the other hand. She was diagnosed with depression at St. Mungo’s, she was not doing very well but she was harming herself rather than the people around her. Leo had to turn back to New York for work after his one week leave even he didn’t want to leave his mother, so Carina took Scarlett with her to Hogwarts. Because when she was alone, she was not taking her pills but having alcohol almost every day which actually she shouldn’t have. Because of that someone had to keep a close watch on her for her own safety and health. Staying Hogwarts seemed like a good idea to the twins because when Carina was too busy, Remus was taking care of Scarlett since he was working at Hogwarts too. This whole cheating and divorce situation was really hard for Remus as well because he was close friends with both Scarlett and Sirius for years and he has never seen them like that before.

"Mum after the dinner i and Professor Snape will work, we need to make some potions and rearrange the shelves. Come and help us huh?"

"He won't want me there, i will stay here."

"I asked him earlier, he accepted. And mum you can't stay in the room forever, it is not helping you."

"Apparently we changed the roles, you are the mum now Carina."

"I am trying to help mum..."

Scarlett nodded unwillingly; she didn’t want to upset Carina. "Okay fine i will come but if I feel uncomfortable, I will leave."

Carina smiled happily. "Deal! But first we should eat dinner, you passed the lunch but you have to eat now."

Half an hour later they were heading to the potion’s classroom in the dungeons. Scarlett was quite nervous but trying to keep it cool. Carina opened the door for her and invited Scarlett in then followed her.

"Hello professor." Carina smiled to the black-haired man who was already making a potion.

"Hi." He said looking up at them while stirring the potion.

Severus was nervous as well. He hasn't seen Scarlett for almost 30 years except that one time, like a week ago, when she has come to see Carina. They have made a good job about avoiding each other for so long.

"You two didn't meet properly yet. That's my mum Scarlett and th-"

Scarlett cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "We know each other Carina."

Carina was confused, she has always talked about Professor Snape and her mum hasn’t said a word. "From where? You haven't told me that."

"We were… We were classmates." She mumbled, all the memories were coming back slowly and she wasn’t ready for them.

Severus Snape nodded without giving any further information and put a chair next to his desk for Scarlett to sit since she was trying to lean onto the desk tiredly.

"Thanks." Scarlett sat down and started to watch the two potioneers.

"Okay then, that's cool. Was mum good at potions class, Professor?" Carina asked while preparing ingredients for the potion that she was about to make.

"She was good, she was a very good student overall. She was one of the bests of our time."

"Potions wasn't my brightest class but i had Severus as my partner." Scarlett smiled ever so slightly for the first time in weeks, she has remembered the class where she has turned his hair rainbow colours in an accident.

Carina was very happy to see that tiniest smile on her face. "We learnt that you are good at potions mum, you can stir the potion while i am cutting those herbs."

Scarlett stood up to stir it but her hands were shaky and she got quite dizzy after she stood up which Carina noticed.

"Mum did you take your pills? You were supposed to take them after the dinner, I have handed them to you…"

"No... I will go and take them before you scold me." She walked out of the classroom before Carina could say anything.

Carina sighed at her mother’s behaviour.

"Is she alright…?" Snape asked trying to hide the worried tone of his voice.

"Not really. Actually, in the worst condition i have ever seen her... But i think seeing an old friend was good to her, she talked a little bit even i saw a glimpse of a smile. Maybe you can spend some time together?"

Snape paused for a moment, he wasn’t expecting a question like this at all.

"It was just an idea; you don't have to do it..."

"I... I would like to help." Snape mumbled unsurely; he would like to spend some time with Scarlett but he was also very nervous about it.

"Thank you so much professor, I really appreciate it." Carina was smiling happily when Scarlett came back silently and sat on the chair once again.

"Took the pills?"

Scarlett nodded as yes and started to look around. The classroom hasn’t changed much, only there were many more shelves now. Then a candle tin caught her eyes on Snape's desk. She took the red tin that has a rose drawing on it. Snape has noticed what she was doing and kept watching her carefully. Scarlett took the lid off and saw the fully burnt candle. That moment they caught each other’s eyes for the first time in years and had the same flashback.

"Sev, i made this candle for you! There are rose petals in it and i added couple drops of my perfume. Whenever you are away and miss me just burn the candle; it will smell just like me." 20 years old Scarlett giggled cutely.

"Thanks love. You've even drawn a rose on the lid, a scarlet rose." Severus said while hugging her tightly and inhaled her rosy scent in, how much he loved that scent.

"My first thought was putting my own photo on it but then ended up with the rose so it wouldn’t be as creepy." She laughed.

"I'd love your photo too." He kissed her lips softly. "I hope I will never have to burn this candle, ever."

"Why are you still keeping this?" Scarlett asked suddenly.

Carina was surprised by her mother's bold question; she was not the kind of woman who likes to involve things that are none of her business so that question was very unlikely of her. Also Carina was afraid of her professor’s reaction, he truly hated when someone touches his stuff without asking but she hoped her mum could get the friend pass.

"It has a memory that I would like to keep." Snape answered casually and walked to the potion shelves while trying to ignore her eyes.

Scarlett didn't say anything else and put the tin back on his desk. She was surprised that he still had it, why would he want to keep that yet alone burnt it even though he didn’t want her in his life. While she was thinking about these, Severus was lost in his own thoughts. Scarlett's presence had brought all the emotions that he was craving for years. And here she was sitting right there but he was scared to talk or even look at her. He kept arranging the shelves to distract himself from her while Carina made some potions to renew the old ones for a while.

"Professor i finished the potions you asked for, do you need any help there?"

Carina's voice brought him back to reality from his mind. "No, no thank you. If you are all done, you can leave. That’s all for tonight."

"Okay professor, have a good night." Carina smiled and packed her stuff.

"Good night." Severus said silently while still avoiding Scarlett’s gaze.

Carina and Scarlett went back to their room and started to get ready for the bed.

"Mummy why did you ask him that question about the candle? It was so random."

Scarlett just shrugged her shoulders while brushing her copper coloured locks.

"It made him, i dunno, kind of sad? Probably it was a gift from a loved one. But to be honest it always caught my eye too because the look of it screams -you-."

Scarlett didn't answer to that as well and just laid down on the bed.

"Mum you are so talkative tonight..." Carina sighed while getting into the bed with her.

"I have a headache Carrie, i just want to sleep." Scarlett lied, she was not in the mood of talking about this at all.

"Okay, sweet dreams mama." Carina kissed her cheek.

"Sweet dreams baby."

Scarlett closed her eyes but the memories didn't let her to fall asleep, it would be a long night.

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xxbangchansidedishxx · 3 years

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Weak- part 2

Jeongin X Hyunjin

Trigger warning: suicide, self harm, major character death.

Plot: Hyunjin is dead and the boys are left to cope but things are only about to get even harder.

That night Jeongin lay alone in the room he shared with Hyunjin. He couldn't get the image out of his head. He wanted him back. How could he just be gone forever? Shakily he slipped out of bed and crawled into Hyunjin's. It still smelt like him. Memories of times where the two lay together watching movies and talking about life and comforting each other flashed through his mind. They could never do that again. He pressed his head into Hyunjin's pillow inhaling his scent as tears soaked the soft material. That's when he heard a rustling noise. Coming from under the pillow. He reached under to see what it was. That's when he was greeted by a piece of paper.

He squinted his blurry eyes trying to focus on the words.

Read incase of death:

If you are reading this that means I'm gone. Please don't be sad. It's for the best. I'm so sick of everything. The worst thing is I don't even know why. I'm living with this heavy feeling in my chest and this voice in my head screaming at me that I'm not good enough. It's been getting louder and louder and now I just want to scream. I feel like I'm drowning in emotions and it's too much to handle. I'm expected to always be perfect, always be on time, stick to strict diets, work and train all the time. I love my job and I love all of you. I am thankful for where I have gotten in my life and I appreciate the love and support that stay have given me throughout the years but maybe this life just wasn't for me. I thought it was until the voice started screaming. I tried to ignore it but I just couldn't. It's hard to explain. Anyway please know that it's not your fault, Chan, Felix, Jisung, Lee Know, Changbin and Seungmin, I love you all so much. We have really had fun over the years haven't we? I'm sorry for putting you through this and I'm so sorry for whoever found me. Jeongin, I love you. It feels good to finally say it. I love you more than I could ever tell you when I was alive. Our countless nights we spent cuddling and just being together meant the world to me. Perhaps they meant more to me tho because as time went on I realised that I love you more than I should. I just want to kiss your cute little face and shower you in love but I know you wouldn't feel the same. I brought you a gift, it's in my bedside table, please keep it with you always and know that I'm by your side. Please don't be sad and if you need me just look to the stars. I'll be watching over.

- Hwang Hyunjin.

The young man began to cry even harder. He was so stupid. He couldn't believe that Hyunjin loved him. Maybe he would still be alive if Jeongin had the courage to confess his feelings as well.

He reached over to Hyunjin's bedside table, sliding the draw open slowly and rummaged through until he came across a box.

He opened the box gasping when he saw what was inside. It was a beautiful ring, gold with a large Dimond that looked like it had the galaxy inside it. Other clear diamonds either side of it.

He slipped it onto his shaky finger and took out a note that was inside.

Out of all the stars in this Galaxy you are the prettiest of them all. You outshine even the moon. Make me the happiest man alive and stay by my side forever. Yang Jeongin, I love you. Please be mine.

- Hwang Hyunjin

Ps: the Dimond I chose is called a salt and pepper Dimond. People say it looks like the galaxy. It's super pretty! But not as pretty as your eyes hehe ❤️

Oh god. He's such a dork. Such a fucking perfect man. So thoughtful and kind. Jeongin hugged the note tightly. If he was still here he could be hugging him instead. He wanted to be lay with him giggling and kissing his stupid perfect little face . How could he ever get over Hwang Hyunjin? That night he fell asleep imagining being wrapped in the elders warm embrace.

When light peaked through the windows reality hit again. Hyunjin was gone, and Jeongin was head over heels for the man and now there was nothing he could do. Then it dawned on him. He should probably let the other members know about the suicide note. He sighed before picking up the piece of paper and making his way to the living room. Walking past the bathroom he froze. There was Chan on his hands and knees, scrubbing away the blood of Hyunjin. His chest felt heavy and he began to shake again.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, I should have shut the door. I- I just figured it should be cleaned up sooner or later and I didn't want to put anyone else through it."

"I-it's okay. Channie I found this under Hyunjin's pillow last night. I thought I should let you know. He also left me this." He showed Chan the ring as he handed him the suicide note.

"C-come on, we should read this with the boys."

He shakily stood up and made his way to the living room with Jeongin.

They all sat around as Chan read out loud , his voice breaking as he cried .

"So he liked Jeongin?"

Felix went over to hug the young man.

"This must be even harder for you now... knowing that."

Jisung sympathised with the boy.

"His funeral is tomorrow. This is all happening so fast. I've not even accepted that he's gone yet." Sobbed Jeongin.

"The boys all sat comforting each other until they decided it was best to just take some more time alone to process things.

Jeongin was sat back in Hyunjin's bed reading the note that was written for him over and over again.

He wanted to be with Hyunjin. He couldn't live knowing that they could have been together. Thoughts of how the future could have turned out clouded his brain. They could have been together, stargazing, sharing soft kisses as they giggled holding each other close. That's what could have been.

He needed Hyunjin.

Slowly he made his way back to that same bathroom. Carrying the note with him, reciting the sweet words in his head over and over again. He locked the door behind him. Looking at the floor a lot of the blood had been cleaned up now but there was still some dried up on the floor. He scanned the floor and that's when he saw it. The bloody blades that Hyunjin had used to do it. He sat down leaning against the shower and picking up the cold metal. His brain went wild. He read the note one more time before pressing the sharp edge against his own wrist. He pressed down piercing through his skin, wincing at the pain he dragged down slicing a deep cut into his honey skin. He gasped realising what he had just done. Fuck how could he do this to his members. They were already going through enough with Hyunjin being gone . And now him...

his brain began to cloud over as the crimson liquid oozed out of his wrist and onto the white floor. He read the note again whispering to himself

"I'll see you soon Jinnie. We can be together I promise."

That's when everything went black.

"Innie come out of the bathroom."

No response.

"Innie what's taking you so long?"

No response.

Lee Know took the earring from his ear and began to pick the lock, relieved when he heard it unlock.

He opened the door immediately collapsing when he saw it.

"Oh god, oh god no. I-Innie."

He scrambled over to the boy pressing two fingers against his neck. No pulse.

Screams left his mouth as he begged for the young man to wake up. The rest of the members came running when they heard it. Tears welled up in their eyes. They knew he was gone....

Jisung called an ambulance his voice nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"P-please come quickly. My friend has killed himself."

Again they all watched as the body of someone they all greatly cared about was carried away.

Hyunjin's funeral was postponed. It only seemed right to wait until Jeongin's body was prepared for his.

They decided on a joint funeral. Hundreds of people piled into the room where Hyunjin and Jeongin were lay in an open casket. They were placed together. Finally reunited. Sobs filled the room as the service went on and fans showed up from across the country to pay their respects outside. The two boys looked peaceful . Almost like they were sleeping. Chan stood infront of their coffin placing a single red rose on each of their chests.

He wanted to be with them for as long as possible. This was the last time he would ever see their faces and he wanted to remember every little detail. He never wanted to forget the two talented beautiful boys that came into his life and saved him when he almost couldn't save himself. If only he could have done the same.

"Jinnie, Jinnie."

The young man heard a voice. He was floating up, he was amongst fluffy clouds.

That's when he saw it.

"Hyunjin!"

He ran towards the blonde man hugging him tight, tears spilling from his face.

"I can't believe you, idiot."

He slapped his shoulder sobbing into his chest.

"Hey hey Innie. it's okay. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

They both held each other tightly.

"Hey look at me. Why are you here."

The teary boy raised his head to look at the beautiful man.

"I got your note. I love you Hyunjin I can't live without you."

Hyunjin's face fell. He killed himself because of him?

"Hyunjin say something."

The boy pleaded.

He just grabbed Jeongin's face attaching their lips into a passionate desperate kiss. He had wanted to do this for years.

When they pulled away to breathe Jeongin smiled amongst tears.

"We can be together now Innie. Forever. Even if it's not the best circumstances we can be together. I love you so much. I'm so sorry for what I did, I didn't want you to find me like that." Now it was Hyunjin's turn to cry.

Jeongin just pressed his lips against his reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. They had each other now and they could spend forever together. Watching over their members and making memories together. They held hands as they walked into the light.

This was only the beginning.

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mysticalmuddle · 3 years

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Sorry if this has been asked before, but what got into asoiaf? Also, did you like Arya and Jonrya from the first read or did that come later? What do you think of Jon as a character? What are your top 10 favourite characters and moments? I aplologise for this avalanche of questions but I just couldn't help wanting to know more of my favourite asoiaf writer. PS: I adore your aesthetic, your blog and writing gives me an otherworldly feeling.

Hey no worries! Ask away <333

but what got you into asoiaf? I’ve always been into quasi-medieval fantasy, and picked up asoiaf a looooooooong time ago, when I was in middle school. It was so engagingly written that it never really left my brain since? That’s like, ten whole years rent free I’ve been thinking about these characters. What recently spurred me into like, engaging with the fandom/writing/etc was the lack of action in the Jonrya tag, and more specifically, the lack of stories updating that I was interested in, so I decided to make my own 😅

Also, did you like Arya and Jonrya from the first read or did that come later? Re: liking Jon and Arya right off the bat--Okay, so when I first read the series, I was Going Through It IRL, and identified a lot with Jon and his storyline? But I was also so not past the age of “girls going on insane dangerous adventures and being brave despite that” being massively appealing and all the Arya chapters were a satisfyingly more adult version of that genre. I’ll say I liked them both from the get-go, and it’s never really died down since, and I just learned over the years and rereads to appreciate more of the characters. (If I’d been a little older on that first read, I probably would have glommed onto Tyrion instead, and my fandom interactions now would be...vastly different 😂😂😂)

I guess I sort of shipped it from the moment I read ADWD. Like, I was super into Jon&Arya before then--that level of devotion is one of my fictional relationship draws--but ADWD really got me into it. There was just something so compelling about how often they think of each other, and how badly they want to be reunited again, in Arya’s chapters especially. But the whole passage with the Pink Letter just Fucked Me Up emotionally, and suddenly I was like, “They should reunite and kiss”. Over the years, my enthusiasm for the ship has increased, as my very old slushpile of unpublished fics can attest.

What do you think of Jon as a character? I think he’s an incredibly complex character, which is my favorite type of character! His struggles in the series against his own desires versus his sense of duty, especially framed in the narrative by popular thoughts about bastards, and how that affected his self esteem--he has to be more honorable, more clever, more dedicated just to make up for a facet of his own existence that he didn’t control and can’t change!--is something I just find so compelling. And, of course, his deeply intense love for Arya always gets me like 😍😍😍😍 I don’t have any huge takes on him though--I’m not a very thinky type person and everything I think about characters seems so hard to articulate unless I’m pouring it out into a fic (so I’m sorry if you wanted Takes! This Bitch Empty!)

What are your top 10 favourite characters?

Arya

Jon

Daenerys

Brienne

Tyrion

Missandei

Oberyn

Bran

Asha

Sansa

What are your top 10 favourite moments? Alright, these are in no particular order of preference, just listened as I remembered/googled exactly what books they took place in

1. When Brienne rescues Willow from the Bloody mummers, despite knowing that they’ll kill her for the attempt, AFFC-Brienne VII. No chance and no choice gives me chills every fucking time

2. When Arya kills Dareon and walks off with his boots, AFFC-Cat of the Canals. This moment has implications and speaks to Arya’s inability to let go of herself, even when all that being a Stark means in that moment is the gruesome work of justice, but I’ll be honest--I just like it because of how nonchalant and almost sassy she is when taking the boots afterwards, and how it speaks to her practicality.

3. When Jon reads the Pink Letter and loses his shit, ADWD-Jon XIII. I want my bride back … I want my bride back … I want my bride back …"I think we had best change the plan," Jon Snow said. Ohohohohhhoo!!! Juuuuust fuck me up GRRM!!

4. When Daenerys has breakfast with Missandei in Mereen and Missandei chides her into eating more, saying Daenerys is very small, ADWD-Daenerys VII. But also every Daenerys & Missandei interaction ever. Every time they speak to each other, you can just tell the level of care they have, and how they see each other as family over time!!!

5. When Arya travels with the Brotherhood Without Banners and gives water to the northern prisoners before watching as Anguy mercy-kills them, ASoS-Arya V. It’s a facet of Arya’s personality that imo, I think is ignored in metas and fics. She considers them her pack, and despite her disappointment in them, and her disgust at their crimes, still gives them water and finds them a quick, merciful death.

6. The dinner with the men of the Nightswatch and the discussion Bran and Robb have afterwards, about riding to the Wall to see Jon, and about whether their family will come back, AGoT-Bran IV This moment, I think, speaks to Robb’s characterization in a way that Catelyn’s POV chapters don’t touch very well. He’s so very young, despite everything, and trying his hardest, and well aware of the dangers his family is in, and how he’s falling short of saving them and there’s nothing he can do about that.

7. Oberyn during Tyrion’s trail by combat, and his arrogance and his rage, ASoS-Tyrion X. His demand that the Mountain say Elia’s name got me tearing up the first time I read it, not realizing what the cost of that justice would be for Oberyn himself. So much of ASoIaF deals with grief, and the consequences of obsessive grief, and this fit into the series so impeccably fucking well

8. Every single thing about Daenerys freeing the slaves at Astapor, ASoS-Daenerys III. One of the things I really didn’t appreciate in the show is how they changed the tone of that scene, very much altering it from Daenerys and her joy that she can do this thing, a balm after the horror she felt seeing the slaves and learning about the brutal training the Unsullied go through, into a moment that was just her being badass and powerful.

"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air . . . and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" "Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire. "Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire."Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire. [Bold mine] The moment on the show was momentous, but this was-----vastly superior and far more indicative of her character.

9. Catelyn stopping the catspaw from killing Bran, AGoT-Catelyn III. Watching Catelyn emerge from the haze of her grief only to go full fucking ham feral and brutal protecting her child was like *chef’s kiss* There’s just such a cool contrast between her losing her shit talking with Robb a moment before, and then the actual fight, and then her busting out with: "The circumstances did not allow me to examine it closely, but I can vouch for its edge," Catelyn replied with a dry smile. "Why do you ask?"

10. This exchange: Alliser Thorne overheard him. "Lord Snow wants to take my place now." He sneered. "I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.""I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser," Jon said. "I'd love to see Ghost juggle." AGoT-Jon III. That’s the moment I knew I stanned Jon Snow irreparably, forever.

PS: I adore your aesthetic, your blog and writing gives me an otherworldly feeling. No u! For real, anon, that’s so fucking sweet of you to say 🥰🥰🥰 Hope I answered everything to your satisfaction, and feel free to come back and chat if the mood strikes ya!

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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My Multiverse Ask Event! #5

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - First, Second

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“UT sans and paps what if i told you there was a timeline in where you took paps’ place in snowdin and then paps saw your dust and became depressed and attacked human at judgement hall and was actually hard to beat

PS it isn't a swap universe”

“Disbelief, yeah, we’ve seen it. I was shown it really early on into my adventures in the Multiverse.” Classic said, taking a deep breath as he lazed at his sentry station.

“Sans has told me about Disbelief, that version of me is in therapy. And Sans helps him out every now and then, they’re nice.” Papyrus said, standing in the fog as he waited for Frisk.

“frisk have you ever thought of sparing sans while he sleeps so he's alone there forever and goes mad”

“I have. But I can’t hold that much food in my inventory so I would starve and be forced to load my save before that happened.” Frisk said, sighing as they made their way through Snowdin, now a barren wasteland.

“Hmm censoring any hints is gonna make this harder. Lets see if we can find a way around that. Nightmare you are a smart monster, take a long look at Error next chance you get and try to look past the color changes made by him becoming Error, make a mental checklist of what might be different and look at other sans in the multiverse for similarities. this is frustrating not being able to just tell you.”

“I assume you are talking about the outfit I first saw him in, he has a few different ones but he wears that one or similar outfits often. I’ll need to take a good look at what he wears, and I do appreciate you trying to help. It means a lot.” Nightmare said, thinking about Error’s outfit, though he still looked around and didn’t let his guard down.

“Maxie, do not trigger PTSD, I will fight you. As someone with her own issues I can tell you how bad it feels when people do that! Play nice or I will never let you sleep again.”

“I wasn’t planning anything too heinous. Just an illusion of Frisk or a dead Papyrus. I’m not that bad.” Maxie said, smiling as she got ready for her plan.

She created illusory clones of the Star Sanses, minue Ink, she wasn’t that evil. It was in every arena she had set up, and she made sure they could think strategically and make their own choices, while not being sentient. She got some help from her friends and they counted down from five to release them.

“Five, four,” they said, everyone getting tense and drawing their weapons.

“Three, two,” Maxie said, grinning like a cheshire cat.

“One!” She screamed and the Dark Sanses were thrown into a five on one each.

“Also Nightmare I can tell you Error is not from a neutral or pacifist run. Although since most universes can have any of the three not sure if that actually helps or not.”

“He was Geno, wasn’t he?” Nightmare said, dodging arrows and blasters like his life depended on it.

“Error sorry I am embarrassing you so much, I just love you and want you to feel loved. You deserve to be fawned over.”

“Thanks.” Error said, retreating to his web of strings at the top of the cave to stalk how assaltantes. He was like a spider.

“so how come it's mostly sanses that get involved in multidimensional stuff shouldn't it be the "judge" from each universe that gets involved?”

“They are, Ink just ran a very exclusive club.” Dream said, “All of them are involved to give us more diversity and even out the playing field, though the Sanses still outnumber them, it’s not as bad as it was.” Dream said, he was sipping some hot chocolate as he looked through paperwork.

“Red how you planning on dealing with mister steal ya man?”

“I was thinking I could kill him. Maybe trap him in a jail cell, or just have him walk in on Blue and I fuckin’.” Red said, smiling evilly as his eye flashed.

“Blue are you aware of the crush swapfell has on you?”

“Of course. Black isn’t exactly subtle about it. And I like Red being jealous, though I would never encourage Black, so I just act oblivious.” Blue said, taking a sip from a small flask as he patrolled Snowdin.

“error is it possible to ask the voices to see if they know about your universe”

“That was our plan. But we ended up here.” Error said, stringing up the clones and dusting them. “And I figured out they were clones since they don’t have souls or shadows.” Error said.

“I still like dusting a version of Dream though.” Error said as he finally dusted the last one and cleared the challenge.

“hmm ok Stretch, you seem to be a good one. Some swap paps are uhh overly controlling jerks. They don't treat their brothers like adults and have others keep tabs on blue for them and it makes me a bit not trusting towards swap paps till I see what they are like. Sorry I uhh called you a tall orange jerk.”

“It’s ok. I’ve seen a few that the creators have made and, I am glad that Blue is a good brother and I’m glad I’m a good one as well.” Stretch said, smiling.

“Wait, where is Blue’s flask?” Stretch said, seeing a very empty countertop.

“Damn it Blue.” Stretch said, “And you say I’m the irresponsible one yet you drink on the job.” He said, face palming.

“also why is the genocide run called a genocide run if you dont kill everything why not murder run instead”

“It’s the thought that counts!” Frisk said, looking at Papyrus.

“HALT HUMAN!”

“HEY, QUIT MOVING WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU!”

“I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAY.”

“FIRST: YOU´RE A FREAKING WEIRDO!”

“NOT ONLY DO YOU NOT LIKE PUZZLES.”

“BUT THE WAY YOU SHAMBLE ABOUT FROM PLACE TO PLACE…”

“THE WAY YOUR HANDS ARE COVERED IN DUSTY POWDER.”

“IT FEELS…”

“LIKE YOUR LIFE IS GOING DOWN A DANGEROUS PATH.”

“HOWEVER!”

“I, PAPYRUS, SEE GREAT POTENTIAL WITHIN YOU!”

“EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY JUST TRY!”

“AND ME, I HARDLY HAVE TO TRY AT ALL!!!”

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!”

“HEY, QUIT MOVING!”

“THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!”

“HUMAN! I THINK YOU ARE IN NEED OF GUIDANCE!”

“SOMEONE NEEDS TO KEEP YOU ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW!”

“BUT WORRY NOT! I, PAPYRUS...”

“WILL GLADLY BE YOUR FRIEND AND TUTOR!”

“I WILL TURN YOUR LIFE RIGHT AROUND!!!”

“I SEE YOU ARE APPROACHING.”

“ARE YOU OFFERING A HUF OF ACCEPTANCE?”

“WOWIE!! MY LESSONS ARE ALREADY WORKING!!”

“I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!” He sounded close to tears as he screamed.

Frisk gave Papyrus a large hug, nearly slicing his spine in half but leaving his ribs untouched.

“What do you know about the multiverse?” Frisk asked, smiling evilly as Papyrus fell into Frisk’s arms.

“W-what?” Papyrus said, shaking.

“I need to talk to Sans, and what better way to get him talking than to threaten you?” Frisk said, grabbing Papyrus by his neck and dragging him into his house and locking him in his room, where the window was boarded.

“Behave.” Frisk said, waving as they slammed the door and laughed.

“the only reason frisk beats omega is because the souls revolt i'm sure they wont help a mass murderer”

“Maybe, but we don’t want them to know we can break the script. That would create too many problems.” Classic said, and Undyne sighed.

“They’re coming. Hide.” Undyne said, and Sans jumped into the bushes as Frisk came into the scene.

“well sci and alphys, if Frisk would stop resetting and give you guys freedom you could always get souls to help Asriel. I know that sounds wrong but what if you got volunteers from the terminal ward, a lot of sick humans who know they are just waiting for death just want the pain to be over.”

“Yeah, we have talked about that. But Flowey isn’t sure he wants to become Asriel again, and we don’t trust him with the souls, and Asriel can’t say if he wants to get back.” Sci said, sighing.

“Y-yeah, overall, t-that is a good i-idea. B-but we a-aren’t sure i-if we can t-trust Flowey.” Alphys said, looking at the cameras and gasping when she saw what happened to Papyrus.

Sci and Alphys got on their phones and told everyone what happened, and Sans teleported into the lab.

“I’m getting him out, start evacuations early, this is the day we break script.” Classic said as he vanished.

“frisk if you stop the resets you can get a new timeline!! pls stop reset”

“Nope. I want to know what’s going on.” Frisk said, slaughtering another monster as they stepped onto the dust and scattered it.

“oh here is another one for the classic timeline to react to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qXFHtHR_Fs”

“Sans, I love you.” Papyrus said as Sans healed up Papyrus.

“Me too.” Classic said, and Papyrus began to ugly cry as he flinched when Sans sent a burst of healing magic through Papyrus’ wounds.

“We might need backup, Dream might need to help you with this, I’m not great at healing.” Classic said and he called Dream and explained the situation.

Hey Blueberry are you and Error any closer now?

“Yeah. Error helped me a lot with my glitching. It was very useful when Papy and I were trying to figure out how to cope. The rest of the Dark Sanses helped Papy learn how to handle my crashing and reboots.” Blue said, smiling as he pocketed the flask.

“Frisk really it is time to stop, you need to let time move forward and change. You need to let your friends find happiness and you need to let yourself grow up and change, find a new adventure on the surface!”

“Humanity is cruel and evil, I prefer the Underground. And these guys are not my friends, not anymore.” Frisk said, winking as they trotted through Waterfall, humming His Theme as they went.

“Fresh furby's were not cheap, you are telling me you have a small fortune in creepy robot gremlins? Clearly you have never had one with a broken voice box, that demon voice could give angry Nightmare a run for his money.”

“I do, and I can fix the voice boxes. Also so have scared people with a broken voice box. It was rad yo.” Fresh said, appearing back with his family.

“sci and alphys can you get rid of frisks DT”

“It’s possible, but we’d have to basically drain them of all their blood and other things. Killing them, and keeping them restrained would be far too hard.” Alphys said, “Since they can load to a point where they weren’t in our grasp.” Alphys said, opening her doors and letting monsters inside.

“Nightmare and Dream as mischievous fay.... I love it. Can I join you in messing with people?”

“We would love some Creator help! We have a few ideas but we’ve been hesitant to do a few of them, at least now we have a chance to get away with some of it.” Dream said, smiling a corny smile as he held up a black folder with red letters saying “Plans.”

Sans and Papyrus then came into his office and explained what happened.

“ok so what happened with alt maybe he knows about the alt errors universe couldn't that help find our errors universe”

“You think this Error’s past is hard to find? Try mine. I literally know shit about his past, literally nothing. If I hadn’t heard about this multiverse’s Error, I wouldn’t know mine was, probably, tortured by Creators.” Alt said.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more.” Alt said, blushing as he retreated into his sweater.

“Ok I feel like I owe classic Paps some cute and wholesome https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lPZyaNRiAg also would you like a hug paps?”

“Thank you, I would.” Papyrus said as he felt a warm and calming feeling on his injury as Dream worked his godly magic.

“Who do you want to help you?” Dream asked and Sans thought about it for a while.

“Dark Sanses. Specifically Killer, Dust, and Horror. This is the time for revenge and it’d be rude to leave them out.” Classic said.

“Plus, they’re good at combat. It’d be helpful.” Papyrus said, as he wiped some tears from his sockets.

“I don’t like it either Paps, but at this point, I’m not tossing this opportunity away.” Classic said, sighing as Dream made a call.

“so sanses do you always wear the same clothes?”

“Pretty much. We have an infinite amount of the same clothes. And it’s fun to do, people are always so confused.” Classic said and Papyrus face palmed.

“Hey Cross, why are you such a sweetie?”

“Because I am!” Cross said, giving puppy eyes and smiling as he ran up to Nightmare and gave him a hug.

“Horror you cute bean, what is the best dish you make?”

“Thank you. And my best dish is a casserole with chicken and peppers and five cheeses.” Horror said, mouth watering at the thought.

“Error are you nervous about what these creator creeps have planned? I am worried about you guys.”

“So am I. The first was easy, but what else do you have planned?” Error said, glaring at Maxie.

“I was going to throw each of you into a replica of the judgement hall and have you fight with a version of Frisk, but Nightmare figured it out. He figured out who you were.” Maxie said.

“With some help.” Beatrice said, and Jana nodded.

“Who?” Error asked, eyes shining.

“G̵͕̲͆̑͑ę̶͈̭̎̍n̴̟̓̃͆͋̈͠o̴̧̬̞͉̠̐.” Nightmare said, but his words were jumbled and glitchy.

“Like hell I’m letting you tell him. When this whole thing is over.” Maxie said, giggling.

“What do you mean?” Killer asked and Maxie summoned a portal.

“Classic, mind explaining what’s happening?” Maxie said, her grin getting bigger.

“Frisk broke script. We’re going to try and drain them of their DT, but I thought you guys should come and help. You were wronged by them first.” Classic said, “Geno’s ready to help us by the way. We’re just waiting on you. Undyne managed to avoid death so far and save MK.” Classic said, and Killer, Horror, and Dust laughed.

“Count us in.” They said, jumping through and landing in Snowdin.

“Good Noodle? *blushes* Flattered you think that about me. You are all cute little beans that deserve to be loved.”

“They sure do.” Nightmare said, remembering something.

“Error is an alternate timeline! Let him go too!” Nightmare said and Classic shrugged.

“More the merrier.” Classic said as the four Sanses entered the portal.

“what if we ask chara to give 7 souls she took from genociders and give then to asriel?”

“Implying we talk to them. We only know the role they play because it was told to us by a third party.” Classic said, “We have no idea how they work or if we can talk to them at all.”

“to frisk what does selling your soul feel like?”

“It feels like you’re having your organs ripped out of you, and then you feel nothing, and then content. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life, but I feel good, I feel calm and clear headed.” Frisk said, walking up to the judgement hall, fingers itching.

The script was ash at this point, and Frisk knew Sans was to blame. They were excited as they walked up to him, standing at their usual spot.

“What does Chara think of Frisk anyway?”

“Ĩ̸͉͎̰̳ ̵̜͊h̸̨̼͉̰̦͌̔̐ȁ̵̢̖t̸̻̟̃̅͝ȇ̸̞͇̖̂̑͐̏ ̸͇͍̙͈̿̾͛̕ţ̴̒ḧ̷̺̝̖̳́̎͋͜e̵͎̺̠͂͝m̸̛̰̍́͠.̸̻͉͕̄̒ ̵̻̳̹͉͕̅̈́̾̈́͝T̶̡̖̟̘͐͜h̴̢̤̉e̴̦̠͈̿͜ͅy̷̩͈͓̏̐͒̓ ̵̛͈͉̹͉̇̾m̵̡̞̗͍̍u̷̬̲͆͋͂̈́͝r̵̢̩̬͎̬͐d̶̬̊̎ē̷̼̥̒͌͠͠r̵̠̯̦͗̈́̕͜͠ĕ̵̻̥̪̯̝̽̀d̵̛̼̜̼̈́ ̵͚͙̣̣̆m̶̭̒̇͂̊ẙ̵̪̜̌ ̶̧͐͑̈̓m̷̯̦̰̂ͅo̷̓ͅm̸͉̂́̌,̸̪̤̞̲̈́̃͊̂ ̵̧͚̭̫̠͋̔̈̒̈d̴̛͚̄ã̵͉̭̯̙̠ḏ̴͙̖͓͐,̷̛̤̈́͒ ̷̫̈́b̷̯̖͇̱͒̇r̶̖̖͙͂͝ǫ̸͖̹̬̋ͅţ̷̏ḩ̸̛̆̂e̴̢͕̣̎̂̀͠r̴̯͂̅̀̚ͅ,̸̫̙̪̃̌̾͑̒ ̷̛͇̹̜̉̕ạ̷̢̡̩̋̽̎̽̇ṋ̷̨̹̻̾͒͝͠d̵͓̙̦̈͐͊̄̕ ̷̫̠̯̋s̴̢̆̽̀ù̸͖̠̬̙͂͛̽͐b̵͍̐͆́̚ĵ̴͎̘̬̤̉ͅę̴͆́̐̽̇c̶̤̘̒͋t̴͙̪̭̔͗̋͐̋ş̵͍̣͂̃̃.̸̡͔̙͐̿ ̶̯͇̈́͗̚͝͝Î̵͉̘ ̶̮̺̖̪͆̋̾͛̒ḩ̴̛̤̹̪̔ō̶͙̽p̶̲̟̳͉̲̉͒ḛ̸͈͈̮͛ ̴̧̬̾̔t̵͈̐̈́̈͘ͅͅh̸̺̤̺͂ế̸͚͖̝͒̌̆ ̶̧̧̖̗͆ŕ̸̰̗͓͒͂͑͝o̶̝̪̪̰͔̒t̸̯̗̖̦͖̎̆ ̵̰͎̤͖́̉i̶̡̘̯͋͜n̵͍̝̤̥͊͜ ̴̨̳̜̈̇̓͊̕h̷̡͙̭͕̙̔̒̿̚é̷̡̻̩̼͐̑͠͝l̷̝̝̀l̶̥̞͍͖͋͝ ̴̥̯̦̹̲̽̂̚̚f̷̧̮̤͐̅̚o̸̻͔͊͝ͅr̵͖͓̣͗e̵̢̻̘̅͋v̶̨̯͂̆͜ͅe̶̩̊̎͋̏͐r̴̲͌̋̆̓ ̴̩̪͎̎͆̍̈́ẃ̷̘̞̬͓̎h̸̛̘̤̪̔͊e̷̪̣͊͗͆̈́ň̶̮̲̓̚ ̵̜͐̾̎͑̆t̴̨̞̦͕̉̎h̶̢̻͇͇̙͋̋̇i̷̻̐͛s̴͓͍̪̝͒̆̅̚͝ ̷͎̖͖̥̫͋ī̶̟̑s̸͖̪̣̱̽̆̈̏̀ ̴̮̳͛̄o̶͎̫̥͖̱͒v̶̹̲̭͙̫͛̄e̷͉̕r̷̬̔̍̉̈́.̷̼̮͐̊ͅ ̴̡̩̺̋̉̕͝͝Ì̴͇̈́̓̈́ ̴͖͕̼̈̾͛̈́h̶̥̿̓͂̓̒o̶̡̬̦̣͂p̷̍͘ͅe̵̮͕̹̼͍͋͌̋̈́͝ ̵̝̋t̶̯̃̈́ͅh̵̯̱̭͠ë̸̲͓̭͍͑͐y̴̯͒͛̐͝ ̵̨̖̥̹̯̐́͝g̵̟͋͂͝è̶̝̜̒̄͠t̷̡͍̩̞͌̓ ̴̰̩̭̠̄̒̅̿t̷̨̥͙͚̹͗o̴͓͛̿̅ ̶͍͔͇̞̎̇̔̐ŕ̶͎̙͠ë̶̹̻̣́̐̉̈́͠l̵͖͂̆i̸̩̩̟̓̈́v̴̯̞̞̓̇̀e̶̩̰̗͈̬̐́̚ ̵͔̜͇̃͋̎ę̵̮̈́̓̇̕͜͠v̶͓̑͐̅̑͗e̵̻̓̋͛̚͠ř̶̛̙̏̈͠y̵͎̌͋͗͗̂ ̸̧̺̃̈́̄̐s̵͇̙͈̓͋̂̑͒ę̵̗̱̿͋͊͒̊c̴̯̩͉̃̔̆̀̽ȍ̶͎̣̬n̷͙͈͎͊͛̈́͑͜ͅḋ̵̹̯̯ ̶̟̠̹̜͠ö̸̢̰͈̼͈́͝f̴̛̟̻̪̌ͅ ̶̯̍̈́̒̿͝p̸͖̲͖̜̥̚͝ạ̸͇̋ȉ̸̥̠̖͒̓͌ͅn̵͖̥̓ ̸͚̖̤͕͝t̵̘́̊h̵̉̎̾͑ͅe̶͕̫̭͎͛̇͘y̵͔̯̝̙̎͆́̆'̷̢̺̳͓̹́v̴̢͍̑̈́ĕ̴̗̦͇̥̭̐̓̄ ̵͔̘̏̿͗e̵̡͙̪͖̓̓͠ͅv̶̨͙̪̦̙̾̍͠e̸̦̗̩̮̍̃̑͘͘r̸̛̬͑̈́̍͂ ̴̠̭̤̘́͂f̴̗̬̀͛̉̑͝ē̴̙͖̖̠̈́͒l̵͙̼̜̈̈́́t̵̢̙͑͋̒̐̌!̸̞̜̏́̂̄” Chara’s words were shotty, but pain and rage, grief and regret, and sadism welled in their voice as they sobbed their words out on the judgement hall floor, though no one could hear them.

“Ok time to make my boys cringe for a bit. Some fairly common ships include Error/ink, Cross/Nightmare, Cross/Dream, Dream/Nightmare, and of course Dust/Blueberry. Thoughts?”

“What the fuck?!” Killer said, whispering from his hiding spot, shuddering at the ships mentioned.

Error was trembling at the mention of his and Ink’s ship. He had to mutter to himself that it was probably canon in an alternate multiverse, his Ink was gone, forever.

Dust was sweating, “I will never fuck Blue. Red would kill me.” Dust said, peeking out from behind a pillar.

“Dust, Killer, you do know you are adorable right?”

“No we’re not.” Dust said, rolling his eyes. Killer had a similar reaction.

“so Queen Toriel, I tried to make a butterscotch cinnamon pie and failed badly. any uhh tips?”

“Well, I would need to know how you made yours. It would help me tell you what tips you need.” Toriel said, “But I can tell you practice makes perfect.” She said, clapping her hands together.

“Oh here is another ship, Error/Outer, now there is a pairing that is out of this world. Come on you two, don't you think you would be stellar together? The real star couple.”

Error had to stifle a laugh as he thought about Outer. “I guess so. Good puns by the way.” Error said, glaring at Frisk.

“Nightmare why are you such a good dad? You should give parenting lessons.”

“W-what?” Nightmare sad, blushing as he turned away.

“I-I’m not that good. I-I’m more of the dad-friend you have. Yeah, that.” Nightmare said, and Maxie rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Nightmare, someone made another version of you called strawberry milk Nightmare, he is pink and very kind. thoughts? Dream here is a pic to show others! https://glitchtale.fandom.com/f/p/3287430564151633045”

“I’m not meant to be the cute one!” Nightmare said, sitting on the ground and pouting like a toddler as the other creators laughed.

“He is so pure!” Dream squealed, showing the outcodes on standby, the picture and explaining.

“That is so cute!” Blue said, his eyes getting bigger as he looked at the picture.

“It’s literally just his colors inverted.” Red said, and Blue pouted.

“I don’t care!” Blue said, sticking his tongue out.

“and all is fair in sibling wars, Nightmare here is Shattered Dream. Yeah he is as big a prick as he looks. https://www.deviantart.com/gestaelita/art/I-m-sorry-Shattered-Dream-x-Young-Nightmare-812226735 “

“Nope!” Nightmare said, closing his eyes as he shook his head and covered his mouth.

“I hate these alternate mutiverses! I hate them!” Nightmare cried out.

“Dream, Nightmare, done any glitter pranks yet? All I will say is Red's house and neon pink glitter. You know you wanna.”

“That was actually next on our list.” Nightmare said, still closing his eyes.

“Error have you made any new dolls?”

“Yes. I’ve made some of the Sanses and Papyruses that we’ve saved as memoirs of those adventures.” Error said, smiling as he saw Classic begin the monologue.

“chara if you have near infinite souls how can you not have enough strength to revive yourself at the beginning of the run”

“Y̴̰̮̾̋͆̂͜ó̶̻̤̪̤̥u̵̢̝͂͊̈́̌̚ ̷͉̝̗̍̂ͅc̸̨̥̗̥̾͝ạ̵̏̆͑̿n̷̢͇̯̼̒̀͗̓ ̵̧̓̉õ̵̡̼̭ǹ̴̰̗͈͕̲͑l̵̞̭̲̀̀͝y̶͇̰͌ ̶̰̹̟͂̃s̷̺̈́̑̍̏̚͜ę̸͇̠͍̒̾͝l̷͎̗̝͔̗̽͊̓l̸̝͐ ̴̛̬̙͆̾̾y̴̙̞̬̬͋ͅǫ̶͍̹̪͗̐̀͛͠u̷̼̻̼̅̾͒̉͝r̷̡͝ ̶͖͎̩͆̇̅̃̑s̸̻̖͉͓̄̀̕̕ő̶̲u̷̞͐l̶͔͋̎͠ ̴̺͚̅̔o̴̧͔̲̤͑̿̔͛n̷̨̠̯͗̈c̶̛̟͉̘̺̖̀͝͝ė̴̔͜ ̸̰̝̦͖̎͊̂̌b̸̻̟̥͙̰̍̄̓̚͝u̵̱̟̾d̶̢̨̰̪̪̆̒͐̾͝d̶̳̝̬̏͆̏͂ͅy̷̛̲.̷̢̤͙̇̕ ̸̞̾̂̄̕S̵͜͝͝o̷̭̪̳̗̱̎̿͛̂̿ŕ̸͍͎̈͛͊̕ͅŗ̸̨̖̰̣͌̽ẏ̷͚̰̦̺͒̈ ̴̙̥̫͇̞͆͌̀͌t̵̗̑̾̿̌ô̷͕̦̦̻̹̅ ̸̟̙̅̓b̴͉͛̿r̸̨̙͔͊̓͜e̵̝̍͠a̸̻̩̹͊̌͂ḵ̴͝ ̷̧͙͉̲͂̒̑̋̕ȋ̷̱͖̻̗̻͘͝t̸͔̰̾͐̈ͅ ̸̧̪̤̈́̐̾t̵̮̊ȯ̷̟̬̆͋̚̕ ̶͚͌͂̋͝y̶͖̞͗͂͆͂̿͜o̴̝̯̲̮̅́ú̸̧̖̻̏̄̓͝ͅ.” Chara said, their voice a bit sarcastic and playful as they read off their lines like an automatic machine, the words ingrained into their memory by thousands of playthroughs.

#undertale #ask event #ask_event #fanfic #my multiverse #Dark Sanses #dark sanses tag because I am exhausted and lazy #dream sans #science sans #underswap sans #underfell sans #underswap papyrus #sans #papyrus #undyne #alphys #toriel #outer

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crimsonredemption · 5 years

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Yo! Can I get a matchup? I’m 22, female, bi (but I think I would prefer a cowboy in this situation) fair-skinned with lots of freckles, strawberry-blonde hair, blue/green eyes. I’m 5’8 and a lil chubby. I’m a history major and I want to be a teacher some day. I love photography and making people laugh - and I’m pretty sarcastic, too. Sometimes I get really bad anxiety which guards me from leaving my bed sometimes.

Yes!!

I ship you with Hosea Matthews!

Hosea has seen his fair share of gorgeous women in his time, just to be clear. But he did have to take a second and third good look when you first arrived at camp. It’s been a while since the last time he actually really cared to look at a woman in a longing way, but he just couldn’t help himself. The many freckles on your skin telling their own story, the blonde hair that, when hit by the sun in the right way, looks as if it captured the suns very soul, the eyes that draw him in like a deep lake swallowing him whole.

He’s very intrigued by your physical appearance altogether! He finds himself staring at you a lot more often than he cared to admit; looking at the way the dress you were wearing that day accentuated your waist, or how good you looked in your trousers. Hosea being on the skinnier side of things really appreciates that you offer him more to love.

We don’t see him being romantically involved with a woman in the game, but I do believe that he isn’t shy and wouldn’t hesitate to make a move on you if he thought he had a chance. He’d woo you and try to be the perfect gentleman, but never losing his personality while doing so.

One of the many reasons he fell for you was your interest in History and teaching others. He, of course, knows how to teach, having taught a few members of the gang how to read, but he was always close to these people. He needed them to be able to do these things, it wasn’t just all pure kindheartedness. He thought it admirable that you wanted to spend your time and ultimately your future teaching everyone, even strangers. Not only takes this a huge amount of patience, but also a lot of empathy.

Sometimes he watches you sitting with Abigail, Jack, and Kieran teaching them how to read and write. It warms his heart to see you thrive like this. Especially considering that Abigail has a very short temper, getting frustrated very easily. You handle situations like these with so much kindness and the literal patience of a saint, it’s amazing.

Hosea’s favorite moments are when you make other people laugh, he could just stare at your beaming face forever. The way your face just lights up and your lips form a big smile makes him want to just swoop you off your feet. And please do know that he will absolutely do just that. He’s a lot stronger than he looks like, the life of an outlaw keeping him fit.

When he finally musters the courage to confess his feelings for you he wanted it to be something special. He told you about this beautiful corner of the forest where you could take the most beautiful pictures, and you happily agreed to accompany him there. The place was truly stunning and after spending hours taking photographs, he asked you to teach him to take a picture. You of course agreed thinking it was really cute how he was so invested in your interests.

“Maybe I can practice with you as my model Y/N?”

At the moment he took the picture he lifted his head and told you that he loved you and had loved you for a long time. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at his words.

He kept the pictures for as long as he could; the moment his life changed for the better, captured in a photograph.

———————-PS.: I know of course there’s a huge age gap here, but since you didn’t write that this would be a no-go anon, I just assumed it would be fine. Please tell me if you’d rather have someone else. Thank you!

#Also #Hey to a fellow teacher to be #<3 #rdr2 matchups #my work #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #hosea matthews

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myanondiary · 3 years

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Life after moving out.... November 10th 2020

I planned to move out but I didn’t plan for the way it happened. I certainly didn’t plan to live off of a loan for the first few weeks in my first apartment, but here we are almost three months later. It was rough settling into a new place in the midst of a traumatic event that changed my life forever, but I’m thankful that my friends genuinely helped me with this sudden transition by showing up in ways they knew how; from providing a space for me to sleep, to helping me move, to helping me unpack and being fun distractions during this very difficult time. I appreciate them all.

Moving into apartment is one thing, but moving into a semi furnished apartment with little to no money is another. If my upstairs neighbour wasn’t my upstairs neighbour, I’m not sure if my “post transition” would’ve been as pleasant as he was able to make it. It was the “minor” things at first.. being able to heat up my food because I have no microwave, to thieving internet because his connection just isn't that strong from my apartment, to basically having indoor parties from our own spaces with “money pull ups” via whatsapp because his playlist was just so good! lol

His genuine help continued. I’m pretty sure my neighbours thought I couldn’t cook because my smoke alarm kept going off but soon enough, he was able to take out the batteries for me. I spoke about not wanting to bore holes in the walls to hang my paintings one day and the other day, he came with stick on hooks to hang them for me (no damage to the walls necessary.) The heavy ass work containers on my closet that I struggled with? He put them up with ease. I needed plexi glass to make a light box to trace over some drawings for work - he happily came home with a piece for me. I needed to print a shirt for my first pop up event and though I couldn’t afford a shirt, he offered to buy one. I asked for the price to print my logo onto it and he said it was okay, pay him for next one. (thank the universe cause I was brokeee lol but I would’ve happily paid for his service still.) Even when my closet door fell completely off the hook, he came through like the handy man he has been to fix it for me.

When I was decluttering my apartment, I found some test prints that I traded with him as a thank you for his help so far. It wasn’t much, but he seemed to appreciate them much more than I expected him to.

Eventually we started hanging out. I was mentally drained, so I was open to smoking that pain away even for a little while. He showed me how to smoke, so I experienced my first high and that was it for me. Every bit of anxiety, fear, tight chest and potential tears from this traumatic event just whisked away. Instead, I felt light and cheery and was in good company with my neighbour. We would smoke, listen music, laugh and chat for what seemed like two hours, but really a whole night and even half of the next morning would pass before we realize how long we’ve just been existing in each other’s space. His company was so appreciated, that I looked forward to weekends just to chill in his apartment. Just to forget. Just to enjoy. Just to relax. No funny business.

PS: Just to eat too. This guy can cook and he was always open to sharing.

It took some weeks but eventually, the vibe got a little more...intimate.

For some time I was looking for my favourite snack from three stores and no one had it. I was sick! I told him about it and he managed to find it for me... he surprised me with it at on one our chill days and that meant so much to me.

We started drawing together for Inktober. This was sooo fun. I finally found the art friend I’ve been begging for! lol and it was so easy too. We bounced ideas off of each other, we helped each other with our sketches, we drew, we critiqued and repeated. I was so excited to finish something and being able to take pictures to post the next day. Having someone to do these “art things” with was really...nice. He shocked me too. I knew he could draw, but his imagination is so wild for someone who didn’t need any reference pictures. I was constantly impressed. The last few weeks he kept showing me that there’s really more than meets the eye when it comes to him.

That feeling of being impressed followed through when I saw a logo competition being advertised. It didn’t take me long to sketch a concept but I knew illustrating would take me forever and I only had 24 hours. My neighbour is a graphic designer, the winnings is $1000, I thought why not propose the idea? We’ve worked like this before where I drew the idea and he edited it, so this wouldn’t be new for us. He agreed and managed to illustrate my drawing in like 10 minutes I swear. We discussed $700 for me, $300 for him, but we jokingly changed those numbers just to mess with each other for weeks lol but him being able to illustrate and me being able to take that and package the logo afterwards with the written statement, different formats etc.. I mean wow. We worked well together.

There was a week my neighbour wasn’t his best self and I felt it the moment I stepped inside his apartment to heat up my food. I didn’t want to push it because I could’ve been overthinking it, so I ate, left and decided to ask him in the morning. He said he wasn’t feeling okay but didn’t say much about why either. A day passed and we didn’t communicate as we normally do and I actually missed him. I missed my neighbour. He showed himself the day after with breakfast pancakes and he later on explained that though he wasn’t in a “people” mood, he thought of me while baking which I thought was pretty nice.

That week was still really off not just for my neighbour but for me too. The traumatic event kept replaying in my head and feeling like my mother didn’t defend me enough in the moment and afterwards got stronger. I didn’t feel like talking to her or much people for that matter but I was still open to being a shoulder for my neighbour.

To be continued.

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galaxystony · 7 years

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fortune’s fool: peter parker III

peter parker x reader

A/N: multi-part fic based off of a twitter post which I won’t link until the end so as not to spoil anything :-) Each part can be read individually or as a series! (ps i’m dedicating this chapter to @rileywrites-parker bc i appreciate her very much and i’m still shook that she likes my story aaaah!)

requested: nope

Words: 3200+

Warnings: cursing, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of death, angst

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet, but just out of reach

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requests are open!

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3. Tragedy

23 year old Peter, 21 year old reader

When asked in the future, she’ll say that she can’t quite remember how it happened. She’ll say that everything occurred too fast, that every word, every breath, every second was a blur of color and sound, incoherent to her numb body. Perhaps, though, that was only an outcome of the slippery hands of time, that her own mind let her forget.

The truth was, when it actually happened, she was acutely aware of everything, every sense attuned to the sobs and heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

“Dead on impact,” the crackly voice said. She’d heard it. Processed it. Internalized it. She understood from the moment that the words slipped out of that trembling, crying mouth. Gone. Forever. And then she hung up, booked a train ticket, and packed her bags. She didn’t cry.

6 Hours

The loud honking of a horn disrupted her from her reverie, causing her head to snap up from its buried position in her book. A smiling face greeted her through the open window of the car, beckoning her towards him.

“Hey, babe! What’re you doing out here?” Peter asked, leaning over the empty passenger seat.

“Studying,” she hummed, peeking through the window, her arms rested against the car door.

“In the rain? At eight in the evening?” he asked incredulously, eyeing her raincoat and dripping hair.

“I like the smell. It also means that nobody else is out here today. Plus, it’s not dark out yet,” she smiled, gesturing with a nod towards the indeed empty park where she’d just been sitting.

“You’re gonna catch a cold, crazy. Come on, get in. We can grab some coffee on the way home,” Peter offered, leaning forward even further to open the door for her.

“Fine,” she agreed, sliding into the heated car. “But make it a tea.”

“You got it, boss,” he grinned, pulling away from the curb and accelerating in the direction of their apartment.

Twenty minutes later, they were shaking their umbrellas out just outside their front door, making sure they were as dry as possible before they stepped inside.

She dropped her bag by the door, waiting for Peter to shut the heavy wood behind them before helping him out of his jacket, a routine they’d performed countless times since she’d moved in a year earlier.

Though she’d been adamant about living separately from Peter while still in school, she found herself accepting his offer to move in the moment she graduated.

“Only because I’d have nowhere else to go, though,” she clarified, and Peter laughed and pulled her into a tight hug.

Nothing had changed much from before she moved in. Now, though, she was expected to help with groceries and chores- beyond picking up after herself, of course- and most importantly, she had her own room.

It was the small back room that used to hold Peter’s punching bag but had since been transformed into a white-walled sanctuary with plants and candles lining her desk and windowsill.

At first, Peter protested that she didn’t need her own room. “You can just stay in my room like you always do,” was his reasoning.

“Peter, I’m not living in your room,” she frowned.

“But you always stay with me, anyway,” he argued, mimicking her crossed arms and defensive stance.

“Yeah, but that’s because I had my own room and my own apartment to go back to. Trust me, you don’t want me staying in your room for the foreseeable future.” And that was that. Two weeks later, she was moving into her own room, and suddenly, what once was Peter’s space was now hers, too.

There was an ease, she found, in living with her best friend. They knew each other better than the back of their hands, and so they were able to work together in harmony to keep their little home running.

She knew that Peter, as smart as he was, was completely inept when it came to anything that had to do with plumbing or heating or any sort of repairs their apartment needed, and he knew that she couldn’t cook something as simple as a grilled cheese to save her life, and so she took care of mending their home while he made sure they were both fed.

“We’ve got this whole ‘gender role’ thing all turned around,” he remarked once after she’d fixed a busted pipe underneath the kitchen sink.

“Hmm. I guess we do,” she agreed. Then she brushed a lock of hair out of her face and said, “Now go make me a sandwich” and he laughed, but complied.

Back in the front hall, she was shaking her wet hair out so that she could pull it up and out of her face when Peter called from the kitchen “What do you want for dinner?”

“Uh, do we still have that pasta from last night? ‘Cause I’ll just heat some of that up,” she replied, making her way to the small kitchen. She found Peter placing a bowl of cold noodles into the microwave before she was able to do it herself. “Oh, thanks,” she smiled, sitting heavily at the small round table.

Peter sat down in his usual seat across from her and she picked her socked feet up and rested them on his lap. “Long day?” he asked, watching her drooping eyes as she fought exhaustion.

“No, just tired. Med school sucks,” she groaned, propping her head on a clenched fist. “Why did I have to choose a medical major, again?”

“Because you want to help people? Especially people like your sister who need prosthetics to go about their daily lives? Stop me when I get any warmer,” Peter chuckled softly.

“Right,” she sighed. “I guess that’d make this all worth it.”

“Don’t sound so glum, smarty pants. In a few short years, you’ll be out there changing lives and you’ll hardly remember how much you hated all eight years of higher education,” he grinned.

She smiled, nudging his stomach softly with her foot. “Thanks, Peter.” Somehow he always knew what to say.

4 hours

“Y/N, are you going out tonight? I need to know whether or not to let Ned and MJ over.”

She was sitting at her desk, letting her eyes pore over the medical article she had pulled up on her laptop when Peter’s question pulled her focus away.

“Uh, no, I think I’m staying in,” she replied, clicking out of the website and shutting her laptop.

She heard his footsteps draw closer to her door then stop. Peter knocked then peeked his head through the doorway. “Studying again?”

“Yup,” she responded, pulling her legs underneath her and beckoning him inside. “Crazy Friday night, am I right?”

“Oh yeah, total rager. Everyone’s either gonna end up passed out or throwing up,” he said seriously, only breaking when she laughed at his expression. “Nah, Ned and MJ wanted to try out a new recipe, and they claim that we have the better oven, so I said they could come over. Sometimes I really regret buying them those best friend cooking lessons.”

“You’re right. I better study out there and make sure they don’t accidentally burn part of the apartment down. Again.” She got up, gathering her necessary books and her laptop, and she followed Peter into the living room.

“What about you? Any plans tonight?” she asked once she was seated comfortably on the sofa.

“Just the nightly rounds for me. Probably won’t stay out too late unless something big happens,” Peter shrugged, moving to the kitchen to grab the bowl of popcorn he’d set out.

“Okay. Be safe,” she reminded him, watching his reaction over the top of her computer to ensure that he was being sincere when he agreed, and not just saying so to appease her.

“Always am, babe,” he smiled, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

The sound of the front door unlocking caused them to look in its direction, watching the knob turn until it opened to reveal the other half of their rather motley crew.

“Hey MJ, Ned,” she waved at their smiling faces. Both were carrying full plastic bags which they immediately dropped in the kitchen before collapsing into their usual seats on the sofa next to Y/N. “What’re we testing tonight?”

“Pumpkin bread. Just in time for Halloween,” Ned beamed, stretching an arm over the top of the cushions and pulling her into his side.

“It’s halfway through September, Ned,” Peter frowned from across the room where he lounged on the creaky recliner.

“Exactly. I’m behind this year,” he groaned. Y/N and MJ laughed, knowing full well that any holiday at all may not have even been celebrated if it hadn’t been for Ned.

“Yeah, I just agreed to the recipe because he begged,” MJ shrugged, a smile still shining in her eyes. “Anyway, we’ll start now so we don’t keep you guys up too late.”

“Wait, let me get out of here first. I don’t want to have to bear witness to the destruction you’re about to cause in my kitchen.” Peter pushed himself out of his seat and retreated to his room only to emerge a minute later in his telltale red and blue suit. “See you guys soon.”

“Be careful, Spidey,” MJ called from inside the kitchen, hardly looking up from her mixing bowl.

“Yeah, what she said,” Ned agreed.

Peter smiled, feeling a familiar warmth in his chest. The support his friends gave him made the bad parts of the job much easier. He was struck, not for the first time, by how thankful he was to have them.

“Later, gator,” Y/N declared from her seat.

“In a while, crocodile,” he responded with a smile and a little salute before checking both ways out of their open window and shooting a web at the building across the street when he saw that all was clear, pulling himself up and out with a loud whoop.

“Honestly, I don’t know how nobody in this building knows his secret. That kid is the furthest thing from subtle,” MJ stated, mixing her batter vigorously while Y/N and Ned laughed in a silent agreement.

1 Hour

It was after one a.m. Peter still wasn’t home. She knew she shouldn’t be worried. He was Spider-Man, for God’s sake. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

Still, no amount of reasoning could quell the raging storm in her mind as she watched the flickering lights of the city from the fire escape, hoping that she’d catch a glimpse of the familiar bright suit that would indicate his safety.

This had become a nightly routine for her since he’d come back several months ago at the crack of dawn with a broken arm and mild concussion.

“I’ll be fine,” he’d said. “I’ll be good as new by tomorrow morning, don’t worry about me.”

But that’s all she ever seemed to do now. Worry. Her mind took inklings of horrible thoughts and ran with them, which led to her thinking of every possible terrible thing that could be keeping him from coming home.

Most days, he’d come back a little after midnight without a scratch and a little spring in his step as he prided himself in his success. Sometimes, though, he’d come back later after a particularly bad fight, battered and bruised and looking for his best friend to patch him up.

She always did it without a second thought, not asking him for the details. She knew he’d open up if he wanted to, so she didn’t push.

Tonight, though, her heart constricted in her chest. She’d had a bad feeling all day, like a little whisper in her mind was saying “look out, look out, look out.” And so she sat on the fire escape and she looked out.

She watched as lights in the apartment building across the street blinked out one by one until every window was dark. Most people, she knew, were asleep without a worry in their mind. MJ and Ned certainly were after leaving about an hour ago.

It was these moments where she felt the most alone. Her best friend was out until ungodly hours of the morning saving the city, and her other two friends had their own separate lives from hers. All she had now were her thoughts which pounded relentlessly against her skull, like waves crashing and crashing against a sandy shore.

He better be okay, she thought sullenly, squinting at a slight movement on the street below. Nope, just an alley cat. She sighed, leaning her head back against the cold metal of the narrow steps.

She checked her watch. 1:45. She sighed again, closing her eyes tightly in an attempt to ignore the rising panic in her chest. Now was not the time for an anxiety attack. She hadn’t had one in quite a while, especially after meeting Peter who somehow always knew how to keep them at bay, but there were times when she knew that the dark little monster hiding in her shadows would win and she’d be out of commission for at least five minutes as she tried to calm herself down.

She checked her phone for the umpteenth time in the past few minutes. Still no text from Peter. With a groan, she shot him a message of her own in hopes that Karen would notify him of it and he’d respond.

Two minutes later, her phone chimed, and she picked it up quickly, seeing the Incoming Call notification. She swiped her screen to answer, speaking worriedly into it.

“Peter, are you okay? Why haven’t you been answering me?” she demanded, an unprompted scowl gracing her features.

“Y/N, this isn’t Peter,” the voice on the other end spoke. She frowned, pulling it away from her ear to check the caller ID.

“Oh, sorry dad. I was expecting him to call. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at two in the morning?” she asked, digging a finger into a hole in the blanket she had draped over her shoulders in an effort to combat the biting wind.

“Y/N, something bad happened,” her father’s voice shook, and she knew he was fighting off tears.

“Dad, what happened? Are you okay? What’s going on?” she repeated, sitting up so she was no longer leaning against the cold metal.

“It’s your sister. She was in an accident. Someone hit her car when she was on her way home from work. The police said…” a sob cut his sentence off prematurely as her eyes widened in disbelief.

“What? What happened to her? Is she okay? Dad, you need to tell me what happened!” She was hysterical by now, pleading with her father to tell her whether or not her sister was alright.

“She’s dead,” he choked through another sob. “Died upon impact, they said.”

“No. There’s no way. She’s not. Dad, tell me you’re lying,” she ordered him, but she knew. She just knew. “Dad. I’m coming home. Tomorrow. I’ll be there, okay dad?”

She could hear his sound of approval, a tiny thing that cut through the sound of his crying. Her heart clenched when she thought about her poor younger sister who she’d left behind for the city, who always knew the right things to say and had a heart big enough to love everybody.

Why? she thought, clenching the wool blanket as she hung up the phone in a daze. Why her? She’d already gone through so much since the first accident. Why did she have to suffer even more? It didn’t make sense.

A clang from somewhere above her startled her out of her stupor and she looked up to find Peter in his tight suit climbing stealthily down the stairs until he was in front of her and pulling his mask off, allowing his too-long brown curls to fall in his face.

“Y/N? What’re you still doing up?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing at her unfocused eyes.

“Peter,” was all she said until she collapsed in his arms, eyes still wide and unseeing and free of any tears. Cry, she thought. What’s wrong with you? Why won’t you just cry?

Peter pulled her closer without a word, arms clenching around her trembling figure. “What happened, Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asked the same questions she had just minutes earlier.

“My sister died, Peter,” she spoke into his chest, squeezing him tightly to ground herself, scared that if she let go, she’d float away into nonexistence.

“What! When? How? Are you serious?” He pulled back, holding her at arm’s length to stare into her empty gaze.

“Car accident. Dead upon impact. There was nothing they could do,” she replied, her voice sounding hollow to her own ears.

“Oh my God. Y/N, I’m so sorry, what can I do?” he asked, gripping her hands tightly in his own.

“I need to buy a train ticket. I need to go home, Peter,” she looked up at his face which was twisted into a frown, concern shining in his eyes.

“Of course, Y/N, but do you need anything right now? Do you want to talk about it? She’s- was- your best friend. I know this is so hard for you,” he said, pulling her back into his embrace.

“I can’t talk about it right now. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like she’s gonna be meeting me at the station with that huge smile once I get there. I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what to think. I mean, I can’t even cry, Peter. What is wrong with me? I loved her more than I could’ve loved anybody else, but I can’t even cry for her,” she whispered worriedly.

“Just because you’re not crying doesn’t make you a bad person, babe. You’re just in shock, I think. I know that my uncle’s death isn’t even near the same as this, but I was the same way. But once I got past the shock, I was able to grieve with May, and eventually it got better. Trust me, Y/N, I know it seems like the entire world is fighting you right now, and that nothing will ever go right again, but it will get better, I promise you that,” he assured her, rubbing a soothing hand over her back. “Now come on, I’m staying with you tonight, and then first thing tomorrow, we’re buying two train tickets home, okay?”

“Two?” she asked, peeking at him through her eyelashes.

“One for me and one for you. You’re not alone in this, Y/N. I’m here for you. Always,” he promised, pulling her until she was through the window and collapsed on her bed with his body wrapped tightly around hers.

She stared blankly into the darkness as Peter drifted off, soft snores escaping his upturned nose. He pulled her close, nestling his face into the crook of her neck, but she couldn’t sleep. She just stared and stared and didn’t- no, couldn’t- think. She stared until the dark became light, and she started as Peter bought her their train tickets, and she stared through the window of the moving train, and she stared through her dad’s car window, completely unable to speak, no matter how much Peter prompted her to.

She couldn’t stand to admit to him that she was not his Y/N anymore. She was not even her own. As far as she was concerned, she died in that car accident too, and nobody, not even Peter, could bring her back.

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jiji-infires · 7 years

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APRICITY (pt. 9)

OC X JUNGKOOK

GENRE: FLUFF, ANGST

WORD COUNT: 3K

SYNOPSIS: When his roommate moves out to live with his girlfriend, Jungkook is faced with a new reality, one that includes a 5′3′’ sac of bones that is too nerdy and curious for his liking.

CHAPTER 9

Jungkook wakes up to the sound of heavy rain, violently smashing his window and threatening to shatter it. Rainy days are his favourite; he gets to appreciate the warmth of his blanket more and the rhythm in which it rains creates a pleasant atmosphere for him to continue drawing.

Today, unfortunately, he won’t be going near any pens or papers, for he has far more important tasks he has to prioritise. Today, he will be meeting his mother, a gathering he anticipates, yet dreads. He has no idea what the consequences can be, but he can only hope that they’ll reach a mutual understanding.

It’s six in the morning, too early for a Sunday, but he has already taken a shower and is now putting his clothes so he can head out.

After almost a five hours drive without any pauses, he finally arrives at his destination, hungry and tired. Driving through the neighbourhood brings memories to his mind, especially when the gate to his house opens up and there’s always the same guard at the door.

He steps out of his Porsche and an umbrella is immediately held above his head, to shield him from the rain. Jungkook takes the umbrella and climbs a small set of stairs and presses a white bell that glows with a faint yellow light. Seconds later, the door is opened by a young maid who he can’t even remember; it seems she’s a new one since she can’t recognise him.

“How may I help you?” she asks and just when he’s about to open his mouth he hears his mother’s piercing voice.

“Jungkook!” she runs to him and just when he steps further in the house, she throws herself on him. The boy almost loses his balance, so he wraps is arms around her to hold her, and to hold on to her.

“I missed you so much” her face is buried in the crook of his neck and he can only hum in response, hoping that it’s enough to convey his message. “How have you been?”she holds his face in her palms.

“I’m alright”

Jungkook sits awkwardly in the living room of his own house that looks twice as big as his current apartment; not that his current house is small, but his old one is excessively large.

The excitement on his mother's face is more than obvious as she looks like she wants to hold him captive there forever. He understands.

"What do you wanna eat for lunch honey?" She asks and he just shrugs; he'd be lying if he says that he's not hungry after a continuous five hours drive.

"Anything" he replies and she nods eagerly, heading to the kitchen, while he jogs upstairs to his room.

Jisoo wakes up to Juno licking her fingers. It’s a rainy Sunday morning and she doesn’t know what to do with her day; she finished reading her fantasy book and she needs another one, and she has already sorted her ideas for the upcoming project with Ten.

She leaves her room after thirty minutes of pure spacing out, heading to the kitchen to make some breakfast for her as well as her roommate, only to find out that Jungkook has already left. It takes her by surprise since he wakes up until midday when it’s Sunday.

After having a quick breakfast and cleaning the house, she waits until it isn’t raining as heavily as before. She takes a warm shower and changes into skinny jeans, combat boots and her khaki bomber jacket; a gift from the king of eye smiles himself, Park Jimin.

“That’ll be 9,000 won” the cashier says as he hands her a small box that contains a selection of strawberry green tea flavoured macaroons. She pays with an internal sigh and leaves and heads out, trying to remember where the store was.

The bus she took led her to Hongdae and she’s determined to find the woman who gave her the dress. Sure macaroons won’t be as expensive as the dress she was gifted, but she sincerely hopes those sweet treats will convey her gratitude.

Fifteen minutes later, she’s climbing the stairs to the second floor where the store is. The place is the same as last time, except that the clothes aren’t the same anymore; it seems like they’ve got a new collection. Jisoo moves further inside and towards the receptionist who smiles upon her arrival.

“Hi” she says, “I need to ask you something”

“Sure! Do you have anything particular in mind?” the late twenties woman asks. “No, not about a dress” Jisoo clarifies, “a woman, I think she’s the owner of this place. I just came to thank her for her gift”

“A gift?” the receptionist is confused, “the owner is actually a man”

At this Jisoo frowns; she’s pretty sure that the person who she met last time is a woman. She’s quick to reach for her phone and hunt for a photo she has taken of herself wearing the lace dress, which she shows to the woman whose eyebrows jump a little.

“This dress was given to me a week ago. A woman was here and she insisted that I take it”

The woman looks up the dress reference on her computer that displays details of the dress; when was it bought, by whom, and how much.

“Oh! It was Mrs. Song who bought it” she chirps with recognition, “she’s one of our best customers”

“Where can I find her?” Jisoo asks her with eagerness. She now wants to find the person more than ever after what the nice receptionist has told her. Why would a random person she doesn’t even know buy her a dress that costs a fortune?

Jisoo finds herself standing few feet away from one of the largest banking services firms in the country; Seinan Financial group. The building is overwhelmingly massive, sticking out like a giant needle piercing the ground, and the longer she looks up at it, the more she feels like if would collapse on her.

She walks to the reception desk and asks if she can meet Mrs. Song, unfortunately for her the receptionist here is not as nice as the one in the store, and she curtly asks her to wait until she verifies if she can meet her. Jisoo sits on one of the leather chairs, her macaroons box awkwardly resting on her idle thighs; she kind of regrets coming in the first place; what if the woman sends her away? What if she’s bothering her?

She is dragged back out of her contemplation trance with the voice of the woman who beckons her, and she is lead to the elevator that whisks her up to one of the highest floors. And after what seems like a decade, she is escorted inside an office, a very large one to say the least.

She is amazed at how clinic it looks and how it’s modern yet simply designed with white and grey furniture. She wants to look around more but a clearing of the throat catches her attention and she turns around to find the woman in question rising from her chair that hid a perfect view of the metropolis. The woman approaches her with a warm smile but she looks somehow ... nervous.

“I’m sorry if I came without an appointment” Jisoo is the first to speak, apologizing for her lack of courtesy. Mrs. Song waves it off, excitement showing on her features as she ushers the girl to the L-shaped couch at the far end of the bureau.

“This a pleasant surprise” she is genuine as she utter those words while staring fondly at Jisoo who can only muster a shy smile as she hands her the box.

“This is something I picked up on my way; I hope you like them”

The woman can only gasp in pure surprise, her eyes darting from the younger female to the box “How did you know I liked green tea macaroons?”

“I honestly picked those I liked the most– green tea ones, and another random flavour” she replies sheepishly and the older female can’t help but smile warmly at her. She orders coffee for both of them and they enjoy sweet heaven on earth.

Mrs. Song notices that Jisoo has something bugging her, like she wants to say something but she’s hesitating.

“You must be wondering why I gave you the dress, right?” she says as if she can exactly read what’s on Jisoo’s mind. “The moment I saw you, I had a very weird flashback, especially when we talked”

“You said I reminded you of someone”

“Yes,” the woman replies, putting down her coffee “You remind me of a man I used to know. Very calm and serene demeanour, you move and talk in a composed way, yet I can see in your eyes a power that can stir the oceans. Quiet like a butterfly”

Jisoo finds herself staring at the woman in awe, not really comprehending what she’s referring to but it plays in her head over and over, and it jogs her memory back to when her father used to call her a butterfly. Her eyes start to water but she’s quick to blink the tears back.

Minutes pass as they talk some more, and Jisoo stands up, feeling like she has taken quiet a lot of the woman’s time. Mrs. Song takes Jisoo’s hands in hers, asking her to comeback once again and the girl nods eagerly with a smile on her face.

Just when she makes it to the door, she catches a glimpse of a photo situated of the wooden desk. A very young Mrs. Song, probably mid twenties, sitting on a chair with a man standing above her. What the woman says next sounds muffled to Jisoo who nods absentmindedly, everything from bidding her goodbye, to travelling down to the depths of the building; the blur continues until she’s a few feet away from the building, trying to understand what she just saw. What was her father doing in that picture?

She climbs the stairsup to her house, body coming through the door but head elsewhere. Her father looked a couple of years younger than when he passed away and looked far happier than he was in the last few years, and Mrs. Song looked just as youthful in that picture, with her hair reaching her waist, nothing compared to the bob cut she has now; the picture looks like it was taken before her father got married. She almost steps on Juno's tail if the poor dog didn't yelp at the right time.

Jungkook is already in the house and is now setting his PS 4 when he notices Jisoo's form walking aimlessly and sitting on the couch next to him.

"Everything alright?" He asks

"Huh?... Oh, yeah, I'm fine" she replies and the boy doesn't fail to recognise the confusion that's plastered on her face; living with her for a while now he'd say that it's her face whenever she hits blunt.

"Do you wanna play?"

"Sure" she says as she takes the controller from him, "I'm a terrible player thou, so take it easy on me"

Jungkook only grins as he gets his head in the game. He honestly doesn't know how she does it, but she almost crashes into every car and every item that comes near her. Her face scrunches as she holds on to the controller for dear life, repeating a silent mantra in her head. Jungkook on the other hand is biting his lip to stifle his laugh, stealing looks at her struggling form.

The game ends with his victory of course and Jisoo sighs loudly.

"You’re a terrible player, I'm sorry"

"Told you" they both chuckle and she stands up, saying that she'll head to her room to get some sleep, when he stops her.

"Aren't you hungry? I brought some Thai food on my way home" he doesn’t want to eat alone, not after they got to know each other better and they got used to one another’s presence.

Her mouth waters at the mention of it; she hasn't really eaten anything the whole day aside from the insignificant bites of macaroons with the lady on the picture with her father, and she honestly can't remember the last time she has savoured something Thai. All she knows is that at the moment she has some weird food cravings and she can practically eat anything as long as it tastes good.

She nods at Jungkook who can only smile and moves to set food on the table while she goes to her room to change into pyjama pants and a cotton sweater.

Jisoo feels an uncomfortable humidity between her legs and she prays that it's not that time of the month again as she slowly pushes down her pants.

"Crap" she mutters under her breath when she sees a dark red stain on her cotton undergarments, confirming what she dreads each month; because not only it comes with extreme pain, but also she can't even recognise her own self when she's on her period.

She reluctantly grabs some clean clothes and a towel and twists the door of her room open to reveal a startled Jungkook with his fist awkwardly hung midair.

"Uh... Dinner is ready" he says sheepishly and her face instantly reddens. Internally, she feels uncomfortable with her current situation and the boy asking her to come eat.

"Ahm... Just get started without me, I'm gonna take a quick shower"

Jungkook feels the uneasiness in her voice and the sudden change of her skin coloration, but he doesn’t want to press it by asking her if everything is alright; in fact she has been acting weird since she came back.

“I’ll wait for you” he says and feels awkward right after those words leave his mouth; it’s as if the four words sentence held more meaning than he intended to deliver, and it doesn’t take that much time to sink into Jisoo’s head who only gulps down the lump in her throat as she looks at his with an unwavering gaze, and he can’t help but stare at the warm maroon colour of her iris, wondering if she can remember his eyes from that rainy afternoon at the library.

After she takes a quick shower and wears her clothes, she joins him for dinner over the small table they have by the living room area. They eat in comfortable silence before the girl breaks it with one of her daily question on nights they sit to eat together.

“Anything interesting today?” she asks, hoping that he’ll tell her where he has been since early in the morning, for the guy doesn’t get up until it’s midday. She wants to slap herself for asking that because his response starts with a long sigh and it kind of throws her off.

“I went to Busan to see my mother”

“Oh... how is she?” she enquires out of sheer politeness and Jungkook smiles at her in a fond way. “She’s doing fine” he answers, “She just needed to see me, that’s all”

She nods and continues eating, rotating from one dish to another.

“How about your mom? When are you going to see her?” his question makes her halt her movements, a slice to mushrooms sliding from her chopsticks and falling back to the plate. She swallows hard.

“I don’t know where she is... she left when I was five” she clarifies. Jisoo doesn’t know where her mother is now, if she’s dead or alive, married or not, if she has other siblings, and every time she’s reminded of her she tells herself that she doesn’t care, but deep down it hurts to know that she left her only daughter just because she couldn’t put up with her dad. She also doesn’t want Jungkook to feel bad for asking the question in the first place or to pity her.

“I’m really sorry to ask; I had no idea” he apologizes, the sweet pork skewers leaving a bitter aftertaste in the back of his tongue; he doesn’t feel hungry anymore.

“Don’t be; people leave, everything changes”

Jungkook is about to say something, when the sound of the bell interrupts him in the process of forming words. Jisoo jumps from her place and beats him to the door, and when she opens it she steps back, taken by surprise by the foreign person standing before her.

“Can I ... can I speak to J-Jungkook?” the man stutters with a slur, almost tumbling forward. The fool smell coming from him tells her that he’s probably drunk.

“Jungkook!” she yells at him without moving her eyes an inch from the guy slumping against the frame of her door that she considers closing, but Jungkook is right behind her, looking as stupefied as she is.

“Hyung? What are you doing here?” he asks him, and Jisoo can’t help but watch her roommate drag the drunk guy in, who has very strange colour to his hair; mint.

“I need to tell you... some–” he hiccups, “–something” trying to stand straight, he latches himself on Jungkook’s shoulders, who only stares at him in utter confusion.

“Hoseok, he wanted you ... I wanted to tell you that” the man with mint hair squints his eyes as he tries to focus on forming comprehensible words, but he fails miserably after he collapses on the couch behind his knees. He snores softly against the fabric of the couch as the pair hovers over his crumpling figure, and Jisoo can’t help but voice out her curiosity.

“Who’s this guy?” she solicits, her eyebrows knitted forward in a baffled frown. Jungkook only sighs and drapes a blanket over him, his expression matching hers, except that his curiosity is spiked by the nonsense he heard.

“That’s Yoongi hyung.”

#bts #BTS jungkook #bts strories #bts scenarios #jungkook #jungkook x oc

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monerelurking · 7 years

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Tagged by @mach-volt

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as you want because it may be a tag but its also still your post, enjoy uwu

1. Coke or pepsi: Doesn't matter too much, but recently Cola for some reason.

2. Disney or DreamWorks: That's faaar too hard to pick. I guess Dreamworks, if I honestly had to choose, but I have many favourites from both studios.

3. Coffee or tea: Both as well, but I prefer tea.

4. Books or movies: Movies as they take less time (reading always took me forever) but that's a slight advantage over books.

5. Windows or mac: Windows

6. DC or Marvel: I'm not really too much into any, but let's say Marvel.

7. Xbox or playstation: Playstation, never even played xbox casuallly aside from a few fighting games with friends. Still, PS.

8. Dragon age or mass effect: Dragon Age?

9. Night owl or early riser: Night owl 100%

10. Cards or chess: Cards

11. Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla.

12. Vans or converse: Converse, not too much preference here though.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: What are those.

14. Fluff or angst: In drawings, angst.

15. Beach or forest: Forest.

16. Dogs or cats: Probably cats, but it's hard to choose as well. Cats are pretty and cute but have claws and can be bitches, while dogs are usually super friendly and want to play and are cute too, but not all breeds meet my aesthetic xP

17. Clear skies or rain: Clear sky because you can do more things, but I don't mind rain at all, and feel like needing it after weeks of dry air.

18. Cooking or eating out: Cooking, but eating out for something fancy.

19. Spicy or mild food: Spiicyyyy

20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Christmas because it's widely celebrated here and seems like the most important holiday, but Samhain is awesome too, just not celebrated in Poland.

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: Too cold I guess, my hands are already often too cold. But it somehow got better.

22. If you could have a superpower what would it be: Either being able to talk to animals, transformation or increased speed/agility.

23. Animation or live action: Animation.

24. Paragon or renegade: Depends, I'd most probably stay paragon but renegade sounds fun.

25. Bath or shower: Bath, although it's always shower now.

26. Team cap or team ironman: Hmm...Ironman? Not sure what's exactly going on with Cap rn.

27. Fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy.

28. Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they: There are a few, like "Earth without art is just eh", "What defines us is how well we rise after falling", “Don't promise when you're happy, Don't reply when you're angry, and don't decide when you're sad.”

29. YouTube or netflix: Youtube.

30. Harry Potter or percy jackson: Potter, duh.

31. When you feel accomplished: When what I planned is done, or when what I did is appreciated and accepted.

32. Star wars or star trek: Star Wars.

33. Paperback books or hardcover books: Paperback tho they get damaged easier.

34. Fantastic beasts or cursed child: Fantastic beasts, although I didn't read the new one.

35. Rock or pop music: In general rock, but pop is sometimes nice too.

36. What is the most important thing in your life: Peace and stability.

37. Mountains or sea/ocean: Mountains, I've seen enough sea by now.

38. How do you express yourself?: Through art or inspired talks with friends.

39. How would you describe your style of clothing?: There's nothing too specific about it, to be honest. General? Or just casual. In dark tones mostly.

40. Fave Pokemon region: No idea.

41. Fave cake?: Something simple or with fruit like plums or currant or rhubarb.

42. Favorite comfort food?: Something sweet, or maybe pasta, I dunno.

43. facebook or twitter: Facebook

44. PC or Console: PC

45. Favourite thing to collect: Bones, leaves, earrings.

Do it if you wanna

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boopypastaissalty · 4 years

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https://www.quotev.com/story/12822678/It-was-an-accident-I-swearAN: I know this took forever to come out

Original comic: patton-sanders-killed-a-man.tumblr.com/post/618278832333520896/one-shower-and-change-of-clothes-later by @patton-sanders-killed-a-man

"Patton, calm down, don't act suspicious. Just try to be real confident and stuff, no one will question you. Also, just curious, who was it?"

It was always that question, wasn't it? 'Patton, who was it? What was he doing? You probably had a good reason, but who was it?' Didn't they watch me do it?

"A good way to get people to leave you alone is to walk briskly and purposefully, and looking anxious doesn't hurt. Running catches attention, but if you look like you forgot something or are trying to reach somewhere quickly -which you are- people will usually figure you're busy with something and let you be"

That sounded reasonable

"Good idea, Pat! Try not to look suspicious though- you don't want to draw more attention to yourself."

Great now the don't be suspicious meme is running through my head. That sure helps settle my nerves. I heard a familiar voice that I hopes was just in my head, but sadly, wasn't say "Oh Patty boy!"

I muttered "Oh no" and turned around. It was my neighbor, Ms. Green.

She smiled at me "Patton, dear, it's been awhile since I've seen you, how are you? Also, can you help me carry my groceries to my apartment? My knees are getting creaky."

Act natural... Act natural... Act natural "I, um, would love to and I swear I'll help you another time, but you see I hmm..." I paused trying to frantically think of an excuse, "I'm sorry Ms. Green but I got, uh, an important business meeting, I'll see you later."

I turned around and started to walk away as she said "Um, alright" I felt bad for lying to her, but it was better than her knowing what I did.

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Ms. Green looked at her hands and had a realization "Wait a minute, didn't the kid get laid off just two weeks ago?" she muttered as she watched Patton walk away.

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It took me about ten minutes to get home and as soon as I did, I flopped down onto the couch and screamed into it, which kind of felt good to release.

"Just trying to help you out here pal, always good to have more people try to solve a problem, ain't it? Or is there anyone, ya know, real, you could ask for help in this situation?"

I lifted my head and whispered "Unfortunately the only people I'm friendly with are are, well, HIM and Ms. Green and one's dead in the alleyway and I really don't think Ms. Green would help me hide from the police... Virgil would have," I thought of my dark haired, emo friend, at least, he was my friend... "Ugh, I can't believe you're actually considering it, what are you even going to say? 'Oh hey, Virgil! I know we haven't talked in like three years but can you help me hide away from the police? Why? Oh, I just killed our former band mate' I bet that would go over so well, there's no way he would hate you more than he probably already does. HE was right, I am a horrible person" I face palmed at myself. I felt hopeless.

"Hey Patton? Why ARE you so afraid? I mean, if it was an accident as you said, you probably won't be punished that harshly. (It might be a different story now that you've hidden the evidence, though)"

Great the questions are back

"Mind if we get at least SOME kind of explanation Pat? We're on your side here!"

"Why don't you wanna talk? We can help you! You just need to let us know what's going on."

"Why are you afraid to tell us who this is? And why did you do it? Why did you stab this person so many times? Are you feeling alright?"

"Why are you scared to tell us? It's not like the cops will know what we say is true when they could just think they're going crazy and you can chat while you get your stuff. It's empty anyway, you're safe to talk, not too loud is all"

I sat there for a moment with my hand still on my forehead and then got up, I couldn't help but to smirk a bit "Okay, sorry, but I can't answer your questions at the moment, I uh, got to shower! I would really appreciate it if you guys don't follow me"

A few minutes later I was in the shower, the warm water felt good and was kind of relaxing when out of the blue a voice asked "So... Did you keep the teeth?" I jumped for a sec, glaring at nothing and pulled the shower curtain closed tighter.

After I showered, I picked up my bloody clothes and tried to figure out what to do with them when a helpful voice chimed in "Hi Pat! If you need to take blood out of your clothing, use hydrogen peroxide. Just small amounts can get rid of blood, and all you need to do is put it on the area, watch as the blood disappears, and rinse with cold water. Do this with the murder weapon too. Use gloves when you do, okay?" That one sounded oddly like a macabre advertisement.

"FYI, hydrogen peroxide gets out blood"

"Ya know, Pat, you should probably dispose of the body and other evidence. I'd recommend burning it. PS: Use cold water and soap to get blood out of clothes" [Quick little AN, don't burn a body to hide evidence, it smells, smokes, and is not high enough heat to cremate the body, all you're doing is creating a mess and a more disfigured body and idk why I know this]

"Can you somehow get your hands on some hydrogen peroxide? That should get the blood out of your hoodie. Or lemon juice, I've heard that works too!"

"Color me intrigued. Patton, about your clothes: pour hydrogen peroxide directly onto the stain (not to much, seriously use a cotton ball) and after the stain looks removed, rinse with cold water (repeat as needed). Also maybe do something that calms you down, like baking. That'll also help with the smell. Stay calm, take deep breaths. Drink a cup of water. We're here for you" Come to think of it, I hadn't even noticed the smell until now, I guess I was too worked up.

"Oh! And Darling, I forgot to mention, wash those clothes in cold water! Hot water just sets the stains. And you may want to do it by hand, just to be sure you get any stubborn spots. Blood doesn't stick to bathtubs, so that's likely the best place to clean up" How do you voices keep coming up with so many nicknames for me? I don't think I've had so many in my life, ever.

"I guess I can't avoid you guys-" I said, ignoring the advice for a moment, "Oh, nevermind, that's surprisingly useful, sadly, I don't think I have any hydrogen peroxide stuff, but I was actually gonna wash them with hot water since I thought that's what you do with stains." I went to the bathroom and but my clothes in the sink, thoroughly washing with soap and cold water, "I just realized that I don't have time to let my clothes dry before I leave" I said aloud, right as it came into my head.

"Hydrogen peroxide helps get bloodstains out!!! Do you have a hideout or a friend who doesn't ask questions?? Make sure that, if you're free, to bring money. And toilet paper because motel toilet paper is /a w f u l/"

"Okay, got my clothes, my wallet, my bus pass, my scrap book, a pillow, a small blanket, an umbrella, two books, one roll of toilet paper, hand sanitizer, the knife, and my phone..." I elongated the word as I stared at my lock screen

"What are you hiding, Patton?"

I didn't even look up from my phone "You guys wanna know that bad? Fine, I'll give you guys a hint. I trusted HIM with everything about me and HE broke that trust and I'm never gonna make that mistake twice." I changed my phone background. I couldn't have it be me, Virgil, and HIM.

Also on Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/12822678/It-was-an-accident-I-swear

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