Please ramble about classiclust, I don't think you got the chance to do that yet
sorry this is late anon, i needed time to collect how i’d build these two so here i am now u.u
i’m DEFINITELY gonna go on a tangent that’s the length of at least half a one-shot fanfic so this is gonna go under a cut
im gonna slam down names for my classic and lust variants bc calling them just that is not really my jazz when rambling u.u
classic || ceeceelust || wysteria
wysteria is a fairly simple guy, in actualityhe looks very extravagant and extra, when in reality, he really just wants to hang out with peoplehe’s an extroverted, demiromantic pansexual who likes to live in the present and not think about his shitty pasthe’s a good guy
ceecee, though, is a very...complicated person.on surface level, he’s a chill, funny guy.mildly attractive, friendly and lovable dude. anyone could be buds with him.though he is an extremely introverted, demisexual guy who’d rather stay home.
their basic acquaintance relationship started off at their city’s grillby’s, go figurevery casual, their chemistry clicked almost instantly.
ceecee was the casual funny guy you see often at the bar, and wysteria was the guy who was the one attractive guy who’d flirt with you but on a friendly level.
ceecee started it off with a joke, of course, and wysteria easily complied with a flirtier comeback.ceecee wasn’t surprised, but was happy to find a guy who could fight back with a level of comedy that he had.they went at it towards each other for a while, until they finally introduced themselves to each other.jokingly, wysteria offered for his number, and ceecee agreed. it surprised wysteria a little bit, but he didn’t mind. this short little skeleton man wasn’t just funny, he was a little attractive too.so they exchanged their numbers and eventually went their way.
they never really texted each other or called, because they both knew it was half a joke that they even exchanged numbers.up until a long while after, wysteria finally picked up the number and texted it.he asked if the two could hang out. it had been a while since they last talked, and he wanted some nice company for the day.
so they hung outagain, again, and again,until wysteria found himself falling for the little comedy man.he wasn’t very good at hiding, mostly because his flirts increased more and more, that, and ceecee was good at reading people.
ceecee asked him out first.despite having absolutely no relationship experience, he took a shot at wysteriabecause he’s got nothing to lose, and hey, he liked the guy.wysteria was surprised, but nonetheless, overjoyed.so, they started dating.
what solidified their relationship is ceecee’s first depressive episode around wysteria.
they had known each other for a good while at that point, where wysteria had started living in the home ceecee and his brother bought for himself. before that, wysteria simply lived in apartment by himself while his brother was in another city for college. ceecee’s brother lived somewhere else for work but visited now and then.
as i said earlier, sans was chill and happy, but only on surface level.in reality, he was a guy putting up a front, trying to deal with his depression, anxiety and ptsd in the background.he was a pretty good actor. he didn’t look that tired, unless, you got close enough to look at him.he hid it well around wysteria, but that day just hit different. he didn’t feel up to it.
he was quiet, barely responsive, mostly trudging around the house.when wysteria finally asked what was wrong after a whole day of worrying,ceecee looked like he was going to cry.he held in his breathe and refused to talk, swallowing down the lump that had formed on what would be his throat.after more and more prying, wysteria finally broke him.
it was a lot to take in, but that was the first time ceecee was vulnerable around wysteria.and from that point forward, wysteria stuck by him. he wanted to help his lover get through anything and to show him that things do get better.
Lust wouldn’t lie. He was always curious about what it was like to be with Sans. The classic, the original. Lust decided to woo Sans. Maybe get the other in bed for one night. Just to see what he was like. Lust didn’t expect to fall for Sans!
Sans didn’t make it easy. Constantly dodging Lust’s flirting and requests for dates. It had at first shocked Lust. No one had ever rejected Lust before. It was different.
Then Lust started to notice little things about Sans he didn’t before. The way Sans’s nose twinkle when he laughs. The twinkle in his eyelights when he tells a pun. The smile he has when he talks to or about his brother.
It was sweet…
Stars, Lust was far gone by now. Everything about Sans had him feeling giddy and at home. Sans was just perfect for him.
When Sans started asking Lust to hang out, Lust couldn’t say ‘yes!’ faster. Well, he could. But he didn’t want to look desperate.
Which lead to them being where they were today. The tenth time Sans had asked him out. They had gone to Sans’s Grillby’s. Sans had offered to walk Lust back home. Well, teleport them back home. Lust had been excited and was more than happy to have Sans walk him home. It was really sweet of him.
Lust stepped out of the portal. “Thanks for showing me home, Sweetheart.” Lust fiddled with his jacket. A small smile on his face, a blush had exploded over Lust’s cheeks. Lust turned around to look at Sans, fully expecting the other to still be in the portal. “It’s really kind of yo-”
Lust had come face to face with Sans’s face. It shocked him at first, but his shoulders relaxed. He flashed Sans a bright smile. A smile on Lust’s face spread.
Sans looked off… Gone was that bright smile from earlier. Now he wore a concentrated look. Eyebrow bones furrowed. Lust blinked and stepped closer to Sans. The portal closed behind the other.
“Sans?” Sans snapped to meet Lust’s eyelights.
Lust was suddenly aware of how close they actually were. The only thing that separates them was a few inches. Sans suddenly took a step closer. It was slow and hesitant. As if, one move would scare Lust off.
Lust swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Lust tapped his hand against Sans’s chest. Staring at Sans’s mouth as Lust tried to think of something to say. Anything at all.
Instead, his body spoke for him. He moved in closer and kissed Sans. Lust stood there for a few seconds, relishing in the kiss. Then he noticed Sans was kissing back. Then he realized that he was kissing Sans!
Lust opened his eyesockets. A part of him of horrified by what he did. Lust wanted to be with Sans. More than anything. However, Sans has expressed zero interest in being physical with Lust. So Lust had no right to kiss Sans like that. It was out of bounds an-
Hands clasped his shoulders and brought him closer for another kiss. Lust’s eyesockets widened in shock. Sans had his eyesockets clenched shut, his grip never lessening. Sans was kissing him… Sans was kissing him.
Lust molded into Sans. Lust closed his eyes and clung onto Sans. Sans pulled back, only to kiss Lust again. Keeping Lust close, kissing Lust with everything in him. One hand let go of Lust’s shoulders, trailing down to Lust’s waist. Lust hummed in happiness.
When they broke apart, Lust blinked rapidly. Still confused and dazed by what was going on. He didn’t want to have Sans think he had to do this. He didn’t want Sans affected by Lust’s LT. Lust wasn’t strong enough to resist Sans.
“I’m sorry, are you sure you-” Sans kissed him again, shutting Lust up. This time pushing Lust against the door. Hands wandering down to Lust’s hips.
This kiss was way more heated. Lust pulled Sans’s skull closer. Kissing the other for all he was worth. Lust nearly drowned in the passion Sans was putting into the kiss. When Sans pulled away this time, Lust whined. Much to his embarrassment.
Sans, a bit breathless, smirked, “I was wondering when you were going to do that.”
“sans, be straight with me,” Sugar asked, “are you saying you’ve never-?”
“can’t be straight, i’m pan,” Sans grins and Sugar laughs, but he blushes, “but...yeah, never...never got around to it. hard to trust someone that much when you’re in my position, y’know?”
“oh darling,” Sugar tsked and leaned on him, cuddling up. “are you okay with that? or are we ready to change that?”
A deep sigh, and Sans held Sugar close, “let’s just see how things go tonight, alright? but i can tell you right now, when i am ready, i’m gonna be glad it’s you.”
That made Sugar’s soul leap happily and he could help as soft blush of his own, “oh classic, you’re a charmer.” He was definitely someone Sugar could let his metaphorical hair down around...and he was pretty sure he was worth waiting for, too.
For some unknown reason, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to write five drabbles for all of my favorite stories written by myself, since I’m a narcissistic bastard and all. This took me like three weeks and is most of the reason why I haven’t been publishing anything else. It was supposed to be a megalovania-type thing, but I didn’t really stick to the time limit (oh well, what a shame, right?) I still stuck the songs and their links in, since I was listening to the songs while I was writing.
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For this Tumblr publication, I only am including one drabble from each of the 15 stories. For the other 60 drabbles, story links, and basic summaries to each story, you can go here.
~~ENJOY~~
The Undying - Drunk Enough to Say that I Love You - PLVTINUM
“Sans, are you okay?”
He laughed, teeth gritted and fists clenched. He was shaking again, she noticed. “Yup. Just fuckin’ peachy, Sparks.”
Undyne sighed as she reached out, awkwardly smacking his arm. “I’ve told you not to call me that.”
“Then stop being so goddamn fiery.”
She gave him a look, and he let out a semi-hysterical laugh. She sighed again, and his face fell, hands relaxing for a moment before he buried his face in them, murmuring unintelligibly. Undyne watched him for a moment, then drew in a breath, glancing towards the door to the servant’s quarters. “I might be able to scrounge something up from Grillby, if you’d like me to try.
He shook his head quickly. “Nah… I don’t want you gettin’ in trouble for my dumb ass again.”
She was quiet for a few minutes before she replied, “It’s not your fault.”
“...I know.”
Devoid - Heaven - Dalton Rapattoni
The only thing Red could think about, in those final moments, were how lucky he was, to have Sans by his side until the very end. His life had been so...lackluster, filled with pain and regret, until he’d met the other.
He counted himself lucky that he’d never have to live without him, and that Sans would never have to, either. Constantia would be fine, she would be happy. Their brothers would move on, find their happiness.
And he and Sans would be together.
He pulled the other closer, feeling him shift in his arms. As close as they were wrapped up in each other, it was going to be impossible to tell whose dust was whose. But that was for the best, really.
It only seemed to fit.
UnderAuthor - Cry - Carly Rae Jepsen
“So you just...you see the possibilities?” Sans was looking at him earnestly, and Author sighed as he nodded.
“Yes. I see what could have been, if a different decision had been made, if your physiology or your height was just slightly different. I see the scenes that play out, your levels, and if you’re the subject, I recieve your stream of consiousness.”
Blue hummed. “You must have seen us doing some strange things.”
“You would not believe the amount of times I’ve seen the lot of you having--” Author cut himself off as Red snickered, and he glared at him.
“Have I ever done anything really bad?” Blue asked, and Author shot him a look.
“You would know if you’ve done anything bad. The episodes, the Notes...they aren’t things that have actually happened. They only could have. I’ve explained this.”
“Do bad things happen in them more often than here?” Stretch asked curiously, and Author didn’t hesitate to nod.
“None of you would believe the things you would have been capable of, had things been different.”
Gay As Hell - Lose My Number - James Blundt
“Truth or Dare?”
Sans groaned loudly as Blue giggled, kicking his feet in the air. Sans shot him a glare before turning his attention back to Red and saying, “I’m not fucking playing this game with you.”
“Watch your language, Sans!”
Red just grinned. “Truth or Dare, Sans? Truth or Dare? Dare? Truth? Truth? Da--”
“Fine!” Sans shouted, prompting another round of laughter from Blue. “Truth!”
“Who do you like?”
Sans immediately turned bright blue, scoffing loudly and obviously as he rolled over and away from the two of them. “I’m sorry, Red, are we in middle school? What kind of uncreative--”
“So you do like someone!!” Blue shouted, jumping to his feet with a shout of victory. “Who is it?!”
Perceptions - My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum - Flatsound
Red was surprised to see the other’s eyes soften as he looked at his little brother, the contrast from the first meeting with Stretch hitting him hard. Comic crossed the room and crouched next to Fell, looking at the book of mazes he was steadily working his way through. There was a moment of comfortable silence, then Red heard Comic say, “I really like your battle armor. It's the coolest.”
Fell looked up, his genuine smile practically lighting up the room. “Sans did. He is cool...I am…” he seemed to be searching for words.
Comic grinned over at him. “The coolest?” He supplied helpfully, and Fell laughed quietly.
Red had to turn his back to the scene before his brother could see the tears that were beginning to fill his eyes.
The Grass is Always Greener - If You’re Gonna Leave - PLVTINUM
“Does it ever get lonely?”
Red looked up, surprised to see Sans sitting at his side. He must have drifted off or something, not having noticed the other’s approach whatsoever. “What?”
Sans glanced over at him, and Red became aware of the sounds of Blue and Papyrus talking loudly in the kitchen. He resisted the urge to shake his head fondly.
“The resets. Do they get lonely?”
Raising a brow, Red suppressed a humorless smile. “Yeah. Here and there.”
Sans nodded. “Yeah… I’m… I’m glad I’m not the only one. I guess a lot of the others have had the same thing but I just… it isn’t the same. I can’t really talk to them.”
“But you can talk to me?”
“Well, duh,” said Sans, cheeks going blue as he fiddled with the hem of his jacket. “You’re my best friend.”
What?
Red just stared at him for a moment, fighting off surprise and denial. Sans was refusing to look at him, but after a moment, he glanced sideways, catching Red’s eyes. In response, Red grinned widely. “I’d be careful sayin’ that shit. I bite, y’know.”
Sans snorted. “Oh, believe me. I’m all too aware.”
Believe in Me - Perfect - Ed Sheeran
Red smiled, hands settled on the sides of Blue’s hips as the others were wrapped around his neck. Blue was grinning up at him, eyelights in the shape of hearts, and Red resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him (again). He could feel the beat of the other’s soul where their chests were pressed so closely together, and he felt his own skip a beat.
The music played softly over them, and while Red knew there was a crowd gathered around the two of them, watching them during their first dance, he couldn’t have cared less. All he wanted to see, all he wanted to take in?
Well, it was right here in front of him.
Blue was everything he ever could have wished for. He was everything right in the world, the worlds, even. He was the reason Red wanted to live, he was… well, he was his happiness. And how could he help that? Someone as bright as Blue, loving someone like Red?
He would never be able to even imagine how he came to be so lucky.
Roommate Bros - Flame - Tinashe
Lust grinned across the table, eyebrows waggling impressively. Fell was doing a truly amazing job in his attempt to ignore him, but honestly, they all knew it would never last.
As loudly as he could manage, Lust pushed his chair back, standing quickly to cross the room and stand just behind Fell. The other completely disregarded his existence, continuing to prepare dinner.
“Hey, edgelord.”
No reaction. Not even a twitch.
Lust cleared his throat. “Hey, your highness?”
It was almost impressive, the amount of resolve it must be taking to pretend he wasn’t hilarious. He’d been making puns for almost an hour now and he hadn’t been strangled yet. It was truly amazing.
“What’ll happen if I make another pun, but like… right by your face?”
Finally, Fell turned, hands pausing in their preparations to regard his roommate with something akin to disgust. “You’ll be royally fucked.”
A Night Off and a Dress - If I’m Lucky - Jason Derulo
“Hey, Cer?”
He looked to the side, smiling as he saw Carmine standing in the doorway. The smile faded, however, as the other fidgeted uncomfortably, something obviously on his mind. Quickly, Cer stood, gesturing him into their shared room in the servant’s quarters and closing the door behind him. “Are you okay?”
Carmine just stared at him for a moment, then his eyes dropped, and he collapsed down to sit on his bed, head in his hands. “I… uh… I may have fucked a member of the royal family.”
There was a pause.
“Wow,” said Cer. “That’s… illegal. Yeah. Sheesh. How dare you.”
“Thanks. That’s real helpful, assho--”
“No, I mean it,” said Cer again. He shifted his stance, arms hovering for a moment before settling on his hips in what he hoped was a reprimanding manner. “You are just… not allowed.”
Carmine stared up at his friend for about a full minute.
“Well, at least we’ll get executed together, I guess.”
Perseverance - Verge - Owl City
“Do you guys want to go see a movie?”
Sans looked up at the excited voice right next to his ear, blinking blearily until Blue’s face came into focus. He could feel Red stirring beside him, turning to press his face into his pillow.
Blue’s face fell as Sans groaned, then he grinned again as his arm came out of the blankets, reaching for where his phone was lying on the nightstand.
“Blue, it’s five am. Why are you even awake?”
“I wasn’t tired!” came the answer, and Sans turned to regard him doubtfully. Red seemed to be waking up more, reaching up to rub at his eyelights. Blue grinned hopefully at them both, and Sans sighed tiredly.
“I don’t think the movies is open yet, sweetheart.”
Blue rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously. I meant this afternoon! Since I have the day off today and I know you get off early! And we could go have breakfast for right now?”
Damn it. He looked so fucking hopeful.
Ignoring Red’s mumbled protests, Sans threw back the blanket, forcing himself to sit up. Blue’s eyelights brightened, and a huge smile bloomed across his face. It was contagious, even with how much Sans truly wanted to lay back down and go the fuck to sleep until a more reasonable hour.
“Breakfast sounds great. I have to warn you, I might use pancakes as a pillow.”
Unimaginable - Quiet Uptown - Kelly Clarkson
Blue’s hands were shaking, and he couldn’t seem to get them to stop. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, under the blankets. That worked for a few minutes, but then his whole body started to tremble.
He drew his knees up to his chest, holding his breath and squeezing his eyes shut for about a split second before the popped back open, surveying the room. He had to know he was alone, he had to know that… that Stretch….
He rolled over, clenching his teeth and bringing his now-unclenched fingers up to his eyes. Rubbing carefully at the bone, he stifled a sob. He’d never felt so small, so helpless. He-- he couldn’t even fall asleep. Who knows what could happen if he did?
The house was absolutely silent, not even the ticking of the kitchen clock cutting through the tension in the air. Blue kept his eyes open wide, staring at the worn cloth of the couch in an effort to stay awake.
God, this had to be a mistake. There had to be some explanation, Stretch would never-- he was his brother, for Toriel’s sake, he wouldn’t--
Blue clenched his fists again. He didn’t like it when his fingers shook.
Discrete Trials - Ink - Coldplay
Fell watched doubtfully as Blue scaled the fence, pushing himself up and over the top before jumping down to land on the other side.
“This is stupid, and we’re going to get caught.”
Blue turned back to make a face at the other, putting his hands on his hips. “I’ll have you know that the Magnificent Blue never gets caught!”
“...Sure. So what are we going to tell Slim when he catches us?” Fell asked, pulling himself up and over the fence and landing lightly beside his stepbrother. He glanced around the garden, taking in the semi-overgrown shrubbery and impeccable lawn furniture. Slim certainly had his priorities.
“It’s Razz’s Sweet 16! I’m sure he’d be fiiiiiiiiine,” Blue said, grinning.
Fell just stared at him for a moment in disbelief. “Razz is fucking 17 years old, you idiot.”
Blue just laughed, dropping into a crouch and humming under his breath before scampering forward across the lawn. Fell stood there frozen as he went, then stage-whispered, “Are you humming the Mission Impo--”
“Shhhhhhh!”
Carefully and quietly, Blue eased the unlocked back door open, stepping into the laundry room and holding the door open for Fell. He gestured for the other to follow him down the hallway, then dropped back into a crouch. Fell rolled his eyes before complying, walking like a normal monster instead of an idiot who watched too many James--
The light flicked on, and they both froze, staring at the worn couch in the corner, currently holding a grinning Slim and his slightly more disapproving brother.
“So, boys,” Slim started, shifting in his seat as Razz crossed his arms, attempting to look disapproving. “I’m disappointed in you.”
Blue straightened up to stand, shamefaced, but Slim continued before either of them could apologize.
“Razz’s birthday started an entire two minutes ago. You are so late.”
Pain Game - Fuck Boy - Apashe
“I’ll kill you!” Red screamed, tugging desperately at his bonds, trying not to sob.
Blue didn’t even flinch, raising his knife until it pressed up on the bottom of Sans’ chin. Sans was gripping onto the arms of his chair, shivering in his attempt to keep still.
Red watched him, choking back a cry as he watched beads of marrow rise to the surface of the bone. Sans’ face stayed impassive, but he could see the pain in his eyelights, could feel it trickling past the barriers he had put around his soul.
“Blue, you fucking let him go! Don’t-- d-don’t--” His voice broke as Sans let out a gasp of pain, eyes flickering to his partners. They were filled with desperation, and as much as Red wished otherwise, he knew what Sans was asking of him.
But Sans had to know how impossible it was to--
Hanging his head, Red went still. He squeezed his eyes shut.
He just… he couldn’t watch this.
Taste of Silver, Taste of Gold - Autoerotique - Badman
Blue is gorgeous when he's covered in ashes, screams ringing out because of him, the blood of their enemies pooled around his feet. His eyes glimmer with bloodlust as they turn to meet Razz’s, and he grins as he shifts his feet, planting them solidly and raising the barrel of his gun up to his mouth like a candle before breathing out a stream of air over the smoke.
Razz laughs, cocking out a hip and letting the summoned bone construct he holds fall back to rest on one shoulder. Blue snorts, turning back to face the doors of the shop.
They can hear more sirens in the distance, but they're far off, and it would be easy to grab the prize and run, leaving behind the broken bodies of those who have already tried to stop them.
But as Blue fixes himself in front of the door, Razz steps forward, looping his fingers under the hem of his leather jacket and tugging him close enough so that he can press his tongue into his mouth, swallowing the other’s groan and feeling his hand curl tightly into the cloth of his shirt. Then they broke apart, but never thought to step away. It would be easy, just to leave.
But that would just be no fun at all.
String Theory - Breathe - Lauv
It really surprised the skeletons; how much their beliefs differed. Different undergrounds believed in entirely different paths; entirely different ends and beginnings and reasons for life. Humans would call it religion, but there was no belief in a higher power; only in themselves, and their creation from dust, and their eventual end, returning to the ground from which they came.
For no matter the universe, no matter the underground, there was no belief in an afterlife.
You returned to the ground, and that was it. Your life was over, and you were dust. Your dust was spread over something you valued, but it was symbolic; a memory for those you had left behind.
So even though Stretch held his brother’s dust, covering the blanket he himself had been wrapped in in so many photos from their childhood, it was only in memorial. Blue himself was not there, he was never going to be there, and Stretch was never going to see him again. There was no heaven, there was no hell, there was no deliberation about which Blue would have gone to; if such things existed.
And that was it. He was gone.
No matter how much Razz claimed to be able to see him.
