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kirishwima · 3 years

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Hello lovely! Hope you're doing well. 💖 If you're taking Mysme requests still, I was wondering if you could do headcannons for the RFA+V (and Saeran if you want) with a female MC who has depression and struggles with being overweight and the insecurity that that brings, but instinctively hides her stress and prioritizes the others over herself?

anon are you Me. Are You. this is too specific and i relate 100%, i'm sorry you feel this way, know i love & appreciate you <33

I'll use she/her pronouns for MC since you specified them!

RFA + Saeran with an insecure, depressed, overweight MC:

Yoosung:

* Listen, I love him, but boy would take a while to realise that MC's insecure, especially if she keeps hiding her own anxiety to help him when he's upset

* He will tell her he loves her CONSTANTLY, and when you don't love yourself, hearing that can...hurt sometimes, makes you doubt yourself. If she doesn't voice this concern, he won't take much note of it-he'll understand when she's upset, of course, and do his best to help, but he's not the best at reading between the lines, so she'll need to be a little bit more upfront about it

* The one scenario I can picture, is him coming home one day, perhaps finding MC getting dressed or after a shower-standing in front of a mirror, gaze averted, shoulders tense.

* He's happy to see her, but notices her stiff smile, how she flinches away when he goes to hug her, and when he asks what's wrong, if she says 'nothing' he'll insist until she talks to him, tells him her insecurities, how she doesn't get what he sees in her, how she'll be happy when they're together but then feel so empty the next moment.

* He'll feel SO guilty for not recognising the signs, but he won't beat himself up over it-what's most important is helping her, not wallowing in self-pity.

* He'll sit with MC for as long as it takes that day, will hold her close and list all the things he loves about her even if she doesn't believe a single one of them. He can't relate to the insecurities about her body, though he'll try to convince her he loves her as is-because it's the truth! He can however, relate to what it's like to feel empty, to force yourself through the motions of daily life while shrivelling up inside.

* So he vows to help, in anyway possible.

Zen:

* Listen, I refuse to believe that behind all that narcissism there aren't insecurities stemming from all the shit he's been through in his childhood. Boy's developed narcissism to cope with what he thought of himself as a kid, and I stand by that.

* So he's more observant than you might think-when he sees MC checking herself in the mirror, poking at her stomach, how she'll sigh and put a big hoodie over her t-shirt, how she shies away from physical affection, how seeing him shirtless oftentimes makes her feel bad about herself, that he 'has to be seen with her'-he notices it all, and hates it, hates that her brain made her think she's anything less than gorgeous.

* He tried asking her about it but she insists she's fine and she's no more or less insecure than the average person-ever the one to try and keep his worry at bay.

* So instead he'll let her know he loves her every single day, will tell her he loves her body, will post online about how proud he is to be with her-for all the world to know, so no one will ever dare question her worth.

* It's an uphill battle, and it's not one Zen can win for her, but he'll do his best to help, so she can realise her own self-worth.

Jaehee:

* Baehee would be one of the most observant people in the RFA-though she doesn't share the same insecurities, she can understand them, and will often prod MC, asking her to talk about anything that might be bothering her.

* If MC says 'it's nothing, please don't worry', she won't push much; she doesn't want her to completely clam up. But she'll always be gentle, holding MC's hands as she says she'll always be here if MC wants to talk, that she helped her so much she wants to be MC's support too.

* I know how weird it feels lending clothes to others when you're chubby-so I feel like sharing clothes with Jaehee would be...an ordeal. Being unable to wear Jaehee's skinny jeans, whilst she can fit into MC's, would sting, and it'd only add onto MC's guilt-she doesn't want to feel this way about her girlfriend! She loves her, appreciates her, doesn't ever want her to know about these thoughts.

* But again, Jaehee knows. She understands it, so-she takes MC shopping, and together they buy matching pairs of pyjamas and t-shirts, things that, whilst they don't need to share, can wear and be reminded of one another.

* "I love you as you are-you accepted me for who I am, so let me do the same for you" she'll say, will hug MC and hold her close until she lets her feelings out, talks about her worries.

* Jaehee would be eager to help search for a good psychologist, to get MC professional help-she knows what she can do as MC's girlfriend isn't much, so she wants MC to get the best help she can.

*And of course, she'll be there for MC every step of the way

Jumin:

* oof...listen. He loves MC SO much, will buy her the moon if she asks, but this man..he's only recently discovered his own emotions. He's emotionally dense, and when MC says she's fine, he tends to take it at face value. Why would MC lie to him, after all? She trusts him enough to let him know if something's bothering her, doesn't she?

* Not to say he doesn't realise there's something wrong-he's a businessman, reading his clients is a part of his job description, emotions included. So when MC's smile stretches thin, when she's overwhelmed but swallows it down in favour of acting like everything's okay, he knows-maybe not to the extent that others might've, but he can tell something's wrong, and he'll honestly be upset MC doesn't talk to him about it.

* So he'll just...sit down and talk to her about it. Ask her to be upfront with him, tell her he wants her to be happy, that he wants to be there for her and help her any way he can, but can't do that if she doesn't talk with him and let him know what's wrong.

* If MC breaks down-if she cries, hides her face in her hands, he'll be shell-shocked. He's so used to her smiling, even at the face of adversity, that seeing her like this...he has no idea what to do at first, not one used to emotional outbursts.

* Insticts soon kick in though, and he gathers her in his arms, rubs his hands on her back, letting her cry until she calms down, no matter how long that takes.

* When she tells him about her depression, her insecurities, he'll nod, quietly listening to her worries, formulating a plan of attack.

* He quite bluntly doesn't understand why she's insceure. She's beautiful?? He loves her exactly as she is?? If she wants to change something about her appearance she's more than welcome to, but to want to do that because she feels she must is...absurd. He simply won't allow it.

* I know it's a cliche in a lot of these headcanons, that he'd buy perfectly tailored clothes for MC, that he'd purchase the finest, most flattering clothes for her to feel as beautiful as she is in his eyes, but it's true-he would, hell, he'd probably read up on fashion himself so he'd be able to help her pick out outfits. He'd do anything for MC, and that's NOT an exaggeration.

* Plus he'd insist on her going to therapy-I headcanon that after realising his own emotions he'd probably start attending therapy sessions himself, to try and get a better read on his emotions, so he'll be a pretty strong advocate for therapy, and he wants the very best for MC.

Seven:

* HAHAHAHAHAH.

* This man...not only can he absoloutely relate, it's honestly a big reason why their relationship is rocky, to say the least.

* Having two depressed, self-sarificing people who'd rather bury their emotions in the depths of their gut rather than admit emotional vulnerability in a relationship? Yeah, not a good idea.

* He'll be using humour to cope with his depression, trying to get MC to open up instead, whilst MC's just pretending she's Never Had a Negative Thought in her life, trying to get Seven to open up instead. You see the issue, yeah?

* Honestly it'll take a lot of walking on eggshells and dancing around the issue until either one of them breaks down, admitting defeat, or they share an honest, adult conversation about their emotions and about how they both need help-which, realistically speaking, I find quite unlikely to happen.

* Not to say the relationship won't work out-God, Seven wants it to work out so, so much. He'll tell MC he loves her constantly, he'll make it so in order to enter the apartment, she'll need to say one thing she loves about herself each day at the security door before it can be unlocked, he'll do everything in his power to help her with her body issues because he loves her, worships her as is.

* The ideal solution honestly would be someone else from the RFA-Jaehee probably, lol, coming to boink them both over the head and drag them to therapy, both individual and couple's sessions, so they can finally start expressing their emotions to one another in a way that ISN'T memes or self-deprecating humour.

* It'll take a while but-they'll make it work. They love one another too much not to.

V/Jihyun:

* This man. This sweet, sweet man.

* He knows what it's like to be insecure, to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, knows what depression is like, how it takes a hold of you and leaves you a shell of who you once were, or worse-who you could've been.

* He's so attuned to his own emotions, he's learnt to recognise the signs in himself-and ergo can tell when someone else is also suffering, although to what extent, it's not always easy to tell.

* He hates MC feeling this way about herself. He loves her so much, she's the one that pulled him out of his own self-depracating, self-sacrifising depressed state, has helped him seek help and become a better man-he wants to be able to support her too, wants to do everything in his power to help.

* But helping someone who won't even admit there's something wrong...isn't easy. He's so gentle and patient though, and slowly helps tear MC's walls down. He'll never prod too much, will simply..be there for her. Will hug her, run his fingers down her sides. If she squirms away, afraid of him feeling her love handles, he'll simply smile and say he loves her, finds every single thing about her beautiful-he'll purposely trail his hands to said love handles, if she's comfortable with it, looking her straight in the eye when he says "Every part of you, I'm in love with. Please don't take my words lightly."

* If she's up for it, he'd love to photograph her-but it's not easy, when you're so awkward in your own skin, to accept to be viewed through a camera lens. So instead he'll draw her, his sketchbook filled with doodles of her face when she's happy, when she's concentrating, her body as she sleeps, head smooshed into the pillow.

* He'll never push her, letting her take things at her own pace-but he'll be there to aid in every single step

Saeran:

* I know I said it for Seven and V to but...out of everyone, I feel like he'd understand MC's predicament the most. Insecure about his frail body, dealing with the trauma Mint Eye has left him with, trying to combat his demons and anxieties whilst trying to return to being a member of society-he's going through...a lot, to say the least.

* So it's honestly understandable how MC will swallow down her own issues, do her best to support Saeran instead. Will she break in the process? Perhaps. She doesn't care. Not if she can help him in the process.

* Saeran might not notice it initially, too focused on his own issues which-honestly, understandable. It's not everyday you leave a cult after all. But the more he talks with MC, the more he realises she's hiding so much from him, slowly notices how often she forces a smile on her face, how she'll nervously cover her mid-riff with her arms whilst sitting down, how she shies away from attention-

*He's almost never the one to initiate physical affection with her, and she doesn't initiate it much either-but when he does, when he leans in to kiss her and feels her tense he panics, pulls away because-is she reacting this way because she doesn't want him?

* When she explains it's not that, that she loves him and wants to be with him, he'll press the issue, ask her why she'll shy away from him then-not in a mean way, he'll just honestly be so worried, wondering what's wrong and how he could help.

* And when/if MC does tell him about her issues...there's not honestly much he could do. He'll tell her he loves her, that she's beautiful, that her body's a vessel to carry her soul around, and that soul is so wonderful it radiates joy to everyone around her, but he knows how hard it is to believe such words when in this mindset.

* So instead, he suggests they go to therapy together. He knows it's not the easiest thing in the world-but he wants her to get the help she deserves. He'll hold her hand on the way to her first session, will wait outside for her, smiling up at her when she's done.

* Things will slowly get better for the both of them.

-masterpost-

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sadstonewrites · 4 years

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Fractured Psyche Ch.7

bingo bango kiddos it’s chapter 7! Starting to get into some good stuff now.

I just want to give a HUGE shout out to @master-sass-blast for encouraging me to write this work, the response I’m getting both on here an AO3 is amazing and I honestly don’t think I could’ve done it without their support - go check out their blog and their awesome writing!

Wade had insisted on carrying Lane, even with an only half-formed spine, but soon had to relinquish the task to Piotr after almost falling and wiping out on the asphalt.

Cable and Domino had split off from the rest of the group to check over the truck, hoping to find any sort of evidence as to Lane’s background or employer, Dopinder following suit seeing as how he was their ride home.

“Are you sure about this? Less than five minutes ago your trainees almost got fried.” Cable had asked Piotr, his voice low and gravelly.

Truthfully, Piotr wasn’t sure what to think. Staring at the figure in his arms, they looked anything but threatening. Their breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps, eyes glazed over like glass marbles. But, if his experience with Wade had taught him anything, it was that looks could be deceiving.

“We need to get this armor off and check for damage.” He announced, gently setting Lane onto the exam table at the back of the jet. He briefly considered putting the restraints on their wrists, but thought better of it once Wade had entered the jet and rushed to their side. “Yukio, can you assist?”

The pink haired teen nodded, moving forward to unstrap their boots and gauntlets. “Hey, check this out.” She called over to Piotr. “Look - the hands. Some kind of tattoo?”

Right in the center of their palm and extending outwards onto their fingers was a dark black-blue mass that twinkled with the shifting light. Far too realistic to be a tattoo, Piotr gently took their other hand in his to find similar markings; a galaxy contained in their skin, stars winking back at him as he stared.

“Their mutation, perhaps.”

“It’s pretty.” Yukio murmured. “That’s where that beam came from. Their hands.”

They were still breathing in and out rapidly, chest quickly rising and falling as Yukio worked to remove their armor. It was made of the same lightweight material as their helmet had been, but held fast when Piotr made an effort to bend it in his fingers. When the last piece had been removed, they were left clad in a dark bodysuit that was wired through with silvery filaments.

“Hey, Lane, you gotta relax, I’m right here. It’s Wade.” Wade was saying in a soothing voice from beside the exam table. “You gotta breathe.” He turned to Piotr. “What’s wrong with them?”

Piotr took a seat in front of Lane, who had barely acknowledged the change in environment. He took a penlight from the first aid kit and shined it into their eyes. “Doesn’t look to be any sort of concussion, but we’ll know for sure once we reach mansion. Hank can take a look and tell us for certain.”

His steel brow furrowed, something Wade mentioned coming to the forefront of his mind as he examined the body before him. “You said that you knew her?”

“Them. And, yeah. I did. We uh,” Wade looked away, slipping off his mask, the emotion visible on his face. “They were in The Workshop with me. With Francis. They were there longer than I was, and, one day they just...disappeared. I always thought that they had died, that’s what they told me.” Wade swallowed, balling up his mask in his fists. “I should’ve looked for them, I could’ve…”

“Wade, you didn’t know. You can be there for her...them now.” Piotr comforted him. “They need it now more than ever.”

“So, wait,” Ellie called from the cockpit of the jet where Yukio had joined her, spinning her chair back to face the main cabin. “If you had gone through the whole thing, that’s what you would’ve ended up like? I think I’d rather take the annoying version of you.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Wade acknowledged, “guess almost getting blasted by starchild over here mellowed you out some, huh?”

“Whatever, Douchepool,” she called back, sticking her headphones into her ears and spinning her seat back around to the front.

“Language, please.” Piotr called, more out of habit than to actually chastise her. His attention turned back to Lane. Without the armor, they were practically unrecognizable; more than anything, they looked tired. “Lane, my name is Piotr. My friends call me Pete. I need you to relax your breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Like this, da?”

He demonstrated, taking a deep breath in through his nostrils and letting it out through parted lips. “We are taking you to a place where we can help you. People that you can trust.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far -” Wade interjected, earning him a sharp look.

“Bring me a blanket, should be up in main cabin.” Piotr ordered, shooing Wade off to avoid more of his commentary; he smiled back at Lane, trying to make his demeanor as calm as possible. Their breathing had begun to even out, no longer coming in ragged gasps. That was a good sign. “Khoroshiy, that is much better. Would you like to lay back?”

No reply, no sign that they had even heard him at all, but their body slowly lowered itself onto the exam table. Their movements were jerky, like it had been a long time since they had properly moved their body; once their head hit the pillow, they let out a low exhale that almost sounded like a groan. Wade came back with the blanket and laid it over their body, making a show of tucking them in tightly.

“There we go, snug as a bug in a rug,” he sing-songed, forcing a smile that quickly faded as he turned to Piotr. His eyes were full of barely-restrained worry. “So, what happens now?”

“That is up to Professor, I imagine that he will try to help.” Piotr replied. “He has dealt with this sort of thing before. Wolverine came to us with similar problem, and now he is an upstanding member of X-Men.”

“Yeah, and that’s going so well.” Wade snorted. “A feral Canadian midget with memory problems and anger issues who keeps trying to boink the team leader’s girl.”

Yukio laughed in spite of herself, trying to pass it off as a cough and quickly busying herself with the jet controls. Piotr sighed and rubbed at his temples.

“Wade, please. Give us a chance. For their sake.”

Lane hadn’t moved a muscle, the only indication they were still alive was the steady rise and fall of their chest under the covers. Their eyes had gone from fully wide and open to half-lidded, still glassy and far away. If Piotr was being honest with himself, then he had to admit it was unnerving to see someone look so...dead inside, for lack of a better term. The lights were on, but nobody was home. He could only imagine how Wade was feeling at seeing his friend like this.

Wade had leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest; the hole was completely sealed now, a testament to the ability of his healing factor. He was bouncing his leg and chewing on his lip, mentally weighing his options before sitting back up and letting out a defeated huff. “Fine, but the second we start holding hands and singing kumbaya, we’re out.”

Piotr shook his head, almost certain that was the best he could do in terms of bargaining with the mercenary. “Deal.

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owldesk · 4 years

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welcome back to the 2020 edition of “liz owldesk guesses the owl power rankings out of nothing!” let’s get started! (as usual, location within the tiers means nothing)

S-Tier -

Atlanta Reign

a great team that has only improved during the offseason.

the editions of edison and sharp plus added time to work together will help this team thrive.

also, all the talent/analysts have been putting atlanta in s-tier and i’m gonna take the risk that they know something we don’t (don’t fuck me, actual owl desk)

San Francisco Shock

this should be obvious. they’re literally the same team that one last year

they’re all still good and are a super flexible team so the hero lock stuff shouldn’t hurt them at all

Hangzhou Spark

pretty much the same team as last year when they came in 4th

hero lock shouldn’t affect them at all

their players are still insane and have had a couple long months to get better

New York Excelsior

idk how others feel about this

their new pickups are super good, even if neither bianca or hotba are quite “meko worthy”

one of the deadliest dps trios in the league (nenne, libero, and whoru) plus the veteran leadership of sbb

jjonak is still good. he may not be the best flex support in the league for certain anymore, but he’s still top 3

the only weakness i see is that they still don’t have a backup main tank for mano. like, c’mon guys. pick up bumper or SOMETHING

A-Tier

Guangzhou Charge

the same team as last year and they made it into the playoffs

have all their players available at the beginning of the season now

SUPER flexible all around, hero lock won’t phase them

they added neptuno, an aggressive support who should fit right in, and wya another great support

London Spitfire

i honestly don’t know how this pick is gonna look in a couple weeks

like yes it’s basically a whole new team

but they players they picked up were all super good (or at least sorta good) korean contenders players

if they’ve built synergy i can see this team going far. OR they’re gonna fall to the bottom of the rankings and this will look stupid. oh well

Shanghai Dragons

super flexible team

their new pickups are GREAT like fleta? void?! izayaki??!! LEEJAEGON!!!!!!!!!???????????

anyways, a good team

Vancouver Titans

maybe i should have put them higher. i love this team sm but like,,,,,,,

i do not see fissure as the main tank going well. i just do not. he’s an amazing main tank but his personality and trying to fit into the prebuilt synergy will be ...interesting

also, side note, i really do not see them ever playing jehong which will be. so sad

still a good team but will have to struggle to the playoffs

B-Tier

LA Gladiators

a really interesting mashup of players

if they get the synergy together they’ll be good and if they don’t i fear for them

PLEASE don’t ever play paintbrush. ever. also, keep birdring healthy and oge from tilting

Paris Eternal

i do not want to put them here. it hurts me to put them here. BUT

in may, sp9rk1e and hanbin will become available to the team. they’re good enough that they can carry any team they’re on to an at least middle of the pack finish. all the rest have to do is keep from fucking it up through the beginning of the season.

that’s why they’re here

Philadelphia Fusion

they have one of the most insane teams EVER like??? fury, alarm, carpe, poko, ivy, etc

so why are they not in a/s tier, you ask? well, i’ll tell you

first up their support line is WACK. either they’re gonna pair alarm, with funnyastro (??????????) or boombox is gonna have to start playing main support. OR alarm is gonna be benched while boombox and funnyastro run around (????????????) it’s just a mess. having two new to owl supports working together OR benching your best support. good luck guys.

second up: chipsa. they have chipsa. enough said

third: THEIR MAIN TANK IS STILL SADO!!!!!!!!!!! whether or not you like sado, you have to accept that he is an average main tank at best. he cannot be the rock on this team of superstars like they need. it’ll be rough.

Florida Mayhem

another kinda weird pick but i believe!!

they got rid of xepher (finally) and have a solid tank line up

they have sayaplayer still AND they got yaki, who’s SUPER good

AND they have gangnamjin, another really good flex support

i believe if they build synergy quick they can go really far

C-Tier

Houston Outlaws

these poor guys have had a rough time and it’s not gonna get any easier

they have, honestly, a really good team. with a few exceptions, they have stars at every spot in their roster

the only problem is that every other team above them in this ranking has the same amount of stars, fewer non-stars, and potentially better synergy

like, look, there are some duos that should be the go-to every time (jecse and rapel over rawkus and boink, for example) but i just don’t put it past this team to ignore that and try to force something that’s really not there

and even if they end up good, i don’t see them (outside of their dps lineup) ever truly becoming great so. c-tier

LA Valiant

their team is nothing. absolutely nothing. looking at this now, i really should have put them lower

i’m just hoping the core of ksf, shax, and mcgravy will keep them from having a terrible season

they’ll win a couple games. probably. maybe.

Chengdu Hunters

exactly the same as last year but without yxl (i feel like there was drama there but i can’t remember)

they have a solid team but hero lock will prevent them from being as surprising as last year

i see them doing pretty well but not spectacularly (same as last year) if there isn’t a breakout performance from a player like yveltal or leave

the edition of leave is very interesting tho. he has the ability to be a star dps........... hm. we’ll see. for now, they stay here

Seoul Dynasty

they DO have profit and gesture now but that’s basically the only two who are gonna have any effect

it really all depends on what the coaches can do, but idk....... wizardheyong proved last year he wasn’t the god everyone thought he was so. we’ll see

i hope they do well and move outta c-tier tho

Toronto Defiant

this team is either gonna be good or REALLY bad

i like all their players. they have talent. it’ll definitely be a meme team

honestly, they even have past synergy between most of them

idk. it could go either way. i hope they’re good, but we’ll see

D-Tier

Dallas Fuel

all their pickups were average to good, but it’s still a dumpster fire of a team. they’re weak in the dps and honestly even in the support

they still have the same head coach. the same org. mostly the same players. a garbage fire of a team

Boston Uprising

much like dallas, they’re still the same system and GM as before. why should this year be any different

a bunch of unknown talent outmatched by all the other teams, a bad coach........ stop me if you’ve heard this one before

so long as huk is still there nothing is gonna change for this team. i feel so bad for them

Washington Justice

their team is too small, not strong enough, and doesn’t have a great coaching staff

like. only 8 players??????? for such a weird league with so much travel?????

elivote and lullish are good but so are all the other tank duos in the league. ark and aimgod are good individually but we don’t know their synergy and their playstyles are v different. corey is very good, but his other two dps partners are only on the average/good scale. the point is this isn’t a great lineup

and there’s WAY TOO FEW OF THEM like JESUS

#just wanted to put my thoughts down #i left this til way too late but #pls talk to me abt these i wanna talk to people #overwatch league #owl #owl power rankings #overwatch #mine

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shay-del-rey · 6 years

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Yayo: Part III | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 1784

A/N: Guys, I am so happy with all the feedback I have gotten for this fic. I hope you enjoy this part as much as I loved writing it!! Enjoy xx

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Fic dedicated to the lovely @penny4thoughts! Your encouraging words give me the motivation to write.

You have to take me right now, from this dark trailer park

Put me onto your black motorcycle, fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do"

- Lana Del Rey

“ROUGH night?” you asked Sweet Pea as he slid into the empty seat beside you during Math class.

You became concerned when you saw his hands marred by cuts. He also had a split lip.

“Something like that,” he answered, turning to look at you. His right eye was swollen.

You lifted a hand before you could stop yourself, brushing gently over his injuries as his breath hitched.

“What happened?” you asked as you took his hands in yours, your fingers brushing gently over his bruised knuckles in an attempt to provide comfort.

He sighed. “Some Ghoulies tried to get the jump on us last night. Fangs and I were outnumbered but we beat the shit out of them.”

“Did you at least see a doctor?”

“It’s nothing. Besides, I don’t need it.”

“You’re an idiot, Pea. There’s nothing wrong with seeking medical help after getting injured.”

“I’ll wait until you’re a doctor so you can treat me, Doc L/N.”

You could not help but smile. Since that night in the diner, you and Pea had hung out quite a lot. It was during a random outing to the quarry that you had confided in him about your dream to go to medical school.

He was surprisingly supportive. When you asked him about his plans for the future, he had shut himself off, muttering about being a Serpent lifer.

It had hurt you that this amazing boy felt so poorly about his future but you knew it would take him time and encouragement to open up to you.

It was also during this moment you found the simplest way to show your affection. Your first kiss with Pea was everything you hoped it would be. Sweet, sensual and striking.

Your heart could not stop racing when he had fisted his hands in your hair and roughly claimed your mouth, biting your lip as he marked you as his.

You snapped out of your thoughts when his phone rang.

Pea scowled before answering.

You turned your attention to the book in front of you, trying to solve the calculus problem when he sighed loudly.

“Everything okay?”

“Just some bullshit. So listen, you going to that thing tomorrow night?”

You smirked. “Sweetie, there are a lot of things on tomorrow. What are you talking about?”

His cheeks turned red before he coughed. “That...thing that teenagers go to.”

Playing dumb, you responded. “You mean, a party?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Okay, Y/N. I know you’re not dumb. I’m talking about the dance.”

Feigning understanding, you replied. “Ah, the annual Southside High formal. I can’t believe they still have that. What about it?”

“Do you wanna go with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“So...that a yes?”

“Yes, you lump. Pick me at 7?”

The bell sounded just then and before you could stop him, he took your bag and carried it outside.

“7 sounds fine. Should I bring something?”

“Just yourself.”

He looked amused for some reason, before advancing towards you as you stepped backwards until your back hit the lockers.

Sweet Pea towered over you, a smirk on his lips as he braced himself with one hand above your head while the other played with a strand of your hair.

“Your old man chatted with me the other day.”

“Oh yeah? What about?”

“He mentioned all the ways he’ll kill me if I screwed us up.”

“Well, that’s not fair. I could screw us up too.”

“Somehow, I doubt that, Princess.”

He leant down when you laid a finger on his advancing lips.

“We’re in the hallway, Pea.”

“I don’t give a damn, baby,” was the only thing he said before his lips met yours in a heated kiss. His hands circled your waist and brought you closer to his leather-clad body. He deepened the kiss when you squirmed and broke away from him.

“Ugh, I hate you,” you said, dropping a chaste kiss on his kiss-swollen lips as he smirked.

“I like you too.”

YOU had just finished painting your lips ruby red when the sound of engines rumbled outside. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7 already. Picking up your clutch, you stood to survey yourself one last time before stepping outside.

A peach lace bodycon dress adorned your body, with your hair down in curls and your feet encased in strappy heels that gave you an overall simple yet chic look.

You had gone light on the make-up, choosing to play up your best asset – lips – for the night. You were fairly certain Pea would appreciate it too.

Stepping outside, you were greeted with the sight of Pea listening to your mother ramble on. In her hands was a bouquet of stargazer lilies, which she looked happy to receive.

Pea looked up when you came into view, his jaw dropping as he dragged his eyes over your body, his gaze heating.

You took the time to study him too. His ever present Serpents jacket was on his back once again, but he was dressed in a white shirt and fitted black jeans with combat boots.

Frankly, he looked good enough to eat.

“Damn, Princess,” he breathed out.

Your mother snorted and hugged you. “Beautiful. You want a coat?”

“I’m good. We’re heading out now.”

You bade farewell to your mother after complimenting the bouquet, reminding her to put the flowers in water before heading out, surprised to see Pea leaning against his bike.

“I know, I know. I should’ve brought the pick-up but I kinda borrowed that from Fangs and his date is a prissy missy who didn’t want to spoil her fancy hairdo but I’m so sorry –”

You cut him off before he could ramble further. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, I get to be close to you this way. And do this.”

You straddled the bike as your dress rode up, exposing your thigh to his hungry gaze. Just as he was distracted, you nibbled the skin near his tattoo, much to his pleasure.

“You, hellcat, are going to be the death of me,” he said.

“By the way, nice gesture. Flowers for my mum?”

He smirked. “I can be nice.”

You snorted and held on tight after finally wearing your helmet as he tore out of the trailer park, the two of you becoming a blur in the night time.

UNDERSTANDABLY, the Southside High formal was a nightmare.

Two drugged up teens had brought knives to the event (which had somehow bypassed security) and ended up stabbing each other, bringing to an end the school’s only social event.

The night was still young and Carla and Justine had opted to attend a party at some warehouse downtown. They had extended the invite to you and Pea but you had refused.

Instead, you decided to head to the Whyte Wyrm and though he refused to show it, you knew Pea was happy with your choice.

As you entered, he shrugged off his jacket to place it on your shoulders.

“Just so they know you’re mine, baby doll.”

You rolled your eyes and followed as he led you in the bar, hand in hand. Loud music, conversation and cigarette smoke filled the air as you entered.

You scanned the room to see if there was someone you recognised. There were plenty of faces you were familiar with, as a lot of them had visited your dad when you all lived together.

Speaking of your dad...

“Y/N! I don’t think you’re supposed to be here,” he said, approaching to give you a hug.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“So, you didn’t go to the dance?”

“We did but it was cancelled early.”

He chuckled and then made a zipping motion. Pretty soon, his gaze fell on your and Pea’s entwined hands. Your father’s gaze hardened.

“You better treat my daughter like the princess that she is, or I’ll break your fucking legs, boy.”

To his credit, Pea remained cool.

“Yes, Sir.”

Seemingly satisfied, he turned to you. “No drinking. I’ll be around if you need me.”

He left and Pea breathed a sigh of relief. “Wanna play pool?”

“I don’t know how. But I can cheer you on?”

“I can teach you?”

You reached up to kiss him chastely. “Some other time, babe. I really want to see you play.”

And he played. For the first time, you got to see Pea in his element, just being a regular boy, joking with his friends, egging on his fellow competitors and kicking butt at pool at the same time.

You were so enamoured with him that you didn’t see Toni sliding in the seat next to you.

“If you two don’t stop giving each other fuck-me eyes, Old Man L/N’s gonna have a real problem,” she said, smirking.

“Hello to you too, Topaz.”

“So, I hear you and Pea are boinking.”

“Does anyone even use that word anymore? And the term you’re looking for is dating.”

“Hey, I’m all for it. Lord knows that boy needs some serious loving. Jokes aside, though. I’m glad you gave him a chance. If you break his heart though, you and I will have words.”

“Pea means too much to me. I would never do that to him.”

“Good. So maybe you can tell Miss Big Titties over there to stop flirting with your man. You’ve got Serpent blood in you. Let it run wild.”

You spun your head so fast you swore you heard a crack. There she was, some blonde wearing cheap make-up and rubbing herself against Pea who looked very uncomfortable with the situation.

You grit your teeth as you walked towards the duo before standing in front of them, using his dog tags to pull Pea to your height and stake your claim.

You forgot how long you kissed but when you broke away, the whole bar had erupted in cheers and wolf whistles.

You turned to the girl in front of you.

“Sorry, sugar. This one’s taken.”

She smirked, bowed her head minutely and walked away in search of new prey. Meanwhile, Pea was still looking at you in bewilderment.

“What?” you asked him.

“That was honestly so hot.”

“You said I was yours. Don’t forget that you’re mine too.”

His chocolate hues darkened with lust. “Oh baby doll, the things I want to do to you right now...” he muttered.

You bit your lip. “Only...right now?”

He groaned. “Now...and forever, if you’ll have me.”

And you fell. Hard.

“You wanna get out of here?”

#riverdale #the cw riverdale #riverdale imagines #southside serpents #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagines #sweet pea fan club #sweet peas pod squad #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #southside high #whyte wyrm #jordan connor #jordan connor imagines

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😍 for a favorite face claim😒 for a least favorite face claim📖 for a plot i really want🎉 for a fandom i really want to play in🖕 for an unpopular opinion👀 for a general rpc thought👠 for a trend i hope dies out soon⭐️ for an appreciated person in the rpc💖 for a happy rp occurrence / memory

rp questions meme // still accepting

😍 for a favorite face claim ;;

without a shadow of a doubt, mrs chyler leigh.

😒 for a least favorite face claim ;;

alexandra motherfuckin’ daddario.

📖 for a plot i really want ;;

a good ol’ family plot, maybe siblings or a parent/child plot, to be honest. i’m tired of the rpc being completely ship obsessed and these kind of plots need to come back because they’re honestly one of the most wholesome and wonderful plots that a person could have.

🎉 for a fandom i really want to play in ;;

at this point, i think i’ve written in most of the fandoms that i like/am a part of, but i’ve never really joined a harry potter one. i grew up with it and i pretty much know each book cover to cover so i always find myself irked by something in a roleplay when it doesn’t match up with the terminology and logistical side of the world. like c’mon, quit it with the technology working on hogwarts grounds. it’s literally impossible !!

🖕 for an unpopular opinion ;;

the rpc is in a gif icon obsessed phase and i’ve seen many people (including myself) ignored because we don’t use that medium in our threads. when did rp stop becoming about the writing and how fucking fancy you can make your reply look ??

👀 for a general rpc thought ;;

everyone’s so damn talented, i can’t keep up with you all !!

👠 for a trend i hope dies out soon ;;

people joining roleplays just to match faceclaims in ships and to write smut (and by this i mean regular normal rps etc, i know there are smut rps, so… just go do it there), there’s more to write than people boinking and i want people to actually put more effort into that instead.

⭐️ for an appreciated person in the rpc ;;

the person that sent this ask aka miss ivy aka mrs sean james teale !! she’s a wonderful bean and is very supportive when it comes to resource making and is just a joy to be friends with.

💖 for a happy rp occurrence / memory ;;

this one time, in a rp like two years ago, i had spent months building connections and relationships and my character was pretty much dating this other character, but then out of the blue she decided to drop my character for a returning member’s character and i was left with nothing and in a hole i couldn’t really dig myself out of because all of this hard work and establishing was just yeeted into the sun and i just ??? anyway, this new member arrived and was incredibly sweet and knew i was so down and thinking about leaving so she made the biggest effort to include me and make me feel wanted in the group again and the writing between us was just so natural and it helped heal that rift i had between myself and my end product so there’s that, too. i have no idea where this person is now or if they’re even in the rpc still, but i owe them a lot and i’m thankful they took time to restore my faith in people in this community.

#answered #ivy tag #<33333333 #tealerph

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just-a-spark · 4 years

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The Before, and The After Part 7

A Knives Out Story

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (18+ to be safe)

Summery: A wealthy classmate of Meg’s becomes close to the family, a little too close to the playboy grandson of Harlan Thrombey. The events leading up to, and following, Harlan Thrombey’s death.

Alan Stevens and his assistant Sally met Phil and Elizabeth at the front door, but she was quickly approached by Lieutenant Elliott from the side of the house, “Mrs. Stevens, nice to see you again. I hear you think you know something of use after all.”

“I told you last time we spoke, I don’t know what happened to Harlan. I thought it was a suicide.” Elizabeth struggled as Phil held he upper arm gently, but she looked at him like he was dragging her.

Elliott put his hand up to stop Phil from coming farther, seeing the hostile situation rising, “We did too, but we are starting to think we were wrong. Since we last spoke a private investigator was hired anonymously to look into Mr. Thrombey’s suicide. And now, seeing as all of his assets are being left to his caregiver instead of his family, we are thinking there’s more to the story.”

“And what does any of that have to do with me?” Elizabeth growled as she pulled her arm away from Phil, but he stared at her coldly and she reached over and stroked his arm fondly, “I’m sorry, I’m just... emotional.”

“We’re expecting our first child. Elizabeth has taken Harlan’s death hard because she was hoping they could patch up their relationship before the baby came.” Phil provided and Elliot nodded with a little grin breaking across his face.

“Doctor’s appointment the other day?”

“First one.” Elizabeth confirmed, looking up toward the open door, “Are they still here?”

“Everyone but Marta and Hugh Drysdale. He picked her up and left, Blanc and Trooper Wagner are looking for them now. His car isn’t easy to hide.” Elliott explained slowly, “Why don’t we go sit around back on the patio. Maybe your husband could get you a lemonade or something, the family is milling about in a tizzy, but I’m sure they’d help him out.” Detective Elliott looked up to Phil and he nodded with a smile, heading toward the front door to join his frazzled looking father.

Elizabeth led the way to the patio, knowing the way well after the time she’d spent in the big house. She knew all the secret rooms and secret roads and secret drawers that held secret notes. At one point, she almost thought of herself as family. “Detective Elliott, I’m not sure what my husband wants me to prove. I just told him I was surprised Ransom took Marta. He’s not... the caring type.” She decided after a moment, but as he stared at her blankly, she added, “He’s up to something.”

“From what I gathered before the will reading began, Ransom knew he was being cut from the will. Walter’s young son overheard Harlan and Ransom yelling about it the night of the party, but Ransom was seen leaving long before the time of death. Meg left after Ransom and Marta was seen leaving around midnight before Meg returned. However,” Elliott paused, trying to gauge Elizabeth’s measured reaction, “The security tape from that evening was tampered with, so we can’t confirm when Meg arrived back at the house. Since you’re here-”

“Are you insinuating the Meg killed Harlan?” Elizabeth asked, completely dumbstruck by the idea. “She’s the only decent member of that family, she is the only person who gives a shit about anyone but herself. How dare you?” Elizabeth hissed, pushing herself to her feet, but Elliott matched her movements, cutting her off from leaving.

“Why did you say Ransom wouldn’t help Marta?”

“Because he’s an asshole.”

“Do you think they’re in it together?”

Elizabeth spit out a laugh, then realized Elliott wasn’t kidding, “You’re serious?”

“Ma’am, I don’t know any of these people, but somebody is dead and someone sent a heap of cash to a renowned investigator to flush out a supposed murderer. All I can do is try to put the dots together.”

“Marta would never hurt Harlan. She was his best friend.” Elizabeth said boldly, crossing her arms and staring the man down.

“Linda and several members of the family seem to think she was having... a relationship with Harlan.” Elliott supplied and Elizabeth laughed so loud tears came out. “I’m guessing that’s a no?”

“Absolutely not! That’s hilarious. My gosh.” Elizabeth cried, looking over to her left to see Meg peek out the window. “You can trust Marta, and Meg. They are good people.”

“And Ransom?” Elliott pressed and Elizabeth shrugged.

“He’s an asshole, but I don’t think he has the capacity to pull off murder, if you know what I mean.” She teased but Elliott continued to stare at her blankly until her joking expression fell, “He’s stupid.”

“Right. Blanc should be back soon, I know he’ll want to ask you some questions. Unless you have another appointment to keep?”

Elizabeth shook her head lightly, looking back to the window to see Meg scratching behind her ear with an annoyed look on her face. “No. I’m free all day.”

“Good. From the looks of things the Thrombeys are keeping your father-in-law busy. Perhaps your husband can help him sort through all their... theories.” Elliott chuckled, gesturing toward the door and Elizabeth took the opportunity to take her leave.

Once inside, she leaned against the glass with Meg, “Is this what you’ve been dealing with the past two days?”

“Yeah, but he’s the least of your worries. Wait until you meet the other guy.” She grumbled, keeping her eyes low.

Elizabeth noticed how cold she was acting, so she reached out and grabbed Meg’s arm supportively, “Listen, he- he asked about you. I told him you were wonderful and they’d be wasting their time to even consider you-”

“Elizabeth.” Phil’s voice cut her off from the library and she looked up, then looked to Meg curiously, but the brunette showed no emotion, she just continued to stare down and hold her sleeve as if to protect herself.

“What’s happening?”

“Aunt Linda found something weird in one of Granddad’s books.”

“Shit.”

Elizabeth padded down the hallway toward the library, wishing she could dig her heels into the ground and avoid the coming conflict. She could already hear Linda snarling at Joni through the open door, and she was steeling her nerves to receive a lashing.

When she appeared inside the library, Linda flared up and stormed toward her, pointing accusingly as Richard and Walter tried to hold her back, “All this time, all this time we thought you trailed along with Meg to get close to my father so he could help you with your books, maybe even give you money, but all this time... you were boinking my father?!”

“I didn’t think it was a big- wait, what?” Elizabeth’s explanation stalled out when she registered what Linda was accusing her of. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, imagining all the love letters she’d exchanged with H. “Oh.”

“You what? Didn’t think it was a big deal? What the fuck, Eliza.” Linda tried to come after the girl, but Phil blocked her from the family.

“It explains why you always tagged along with Meg, and why you’d even come by yourself sometimes.” Joni barked, putting her hands on her hips, “I considered you another daughter, and this whole time, you were just using all of us to get money!”

“No, no it’s not like that at all...” Elizabeth trailed off, wanting to blurt out the truth, but the implications of that could lead to another shocking discovery, and if she told the whole truth and everything she knew, then they’d think what she thought and... “We weren’t having a relationship. Not like that. I was not, as you say, boinking, Harlan.” Elizabeth snarled, looking up as if asking Harlan forgiveness for what she was about to do, “We never acted on anything. They’re just letters. Imaginary letters, like a writing exercise.”

Linda paled but Walt leaned forward on his cane curiously, “Exactly how many letters did you two write back and forth?”

“A few.” Elizabeth said and when the family stared at her questioningly, she muttered quietly, “dozen.”

Linda threw her hands in the air and turned away, unable to look at the woman anymore. Walt looked to Alan and asked, “Assuming we get the publishing company back, am I allowed to publish those?” He was met with a slew of confused glances, “As a tribute to Dad...as his... lost works?”

“Walt, what the fuck?” Joni yelled out and Richard began berating the pair as Phil carefully backed Elizabeth out of the room so they could talk alone.

“How long was this going on?” He asked sternly and she just looked from the family to him in panic.

“Three years we wrote back and forth, but I swear on my life, I never slept with Harlan Thrombey.” She said honestly, pressing a hand to her stomach protectively, “I broke it off when we got married.”

“Married? Not dating, not even engaged?” Phil pressed and Elizabeth bared her teeth in a nervous smile.

“No.” She mewed, “It was like a game. It made me a better writer. But before the wedding, we stopped completely.”

“Where are all the letters?” Phil asked, looking over his shoulder as the yelling intensified, “Lizzie, we need to get those letters.”

She looked past him, “They’re kind of everywhere, but there’s one book. I need to take it.”

“No, you need to hand it over to the authorities, there could be something in those letters that helps with the investigation.” Phil prodded and Elizabeth’s eyes widened.

Yeah, I’m sure there is...

“I want to leave. Now.” Elizabeth said sternly, knowing she had no power over the situation. Phillip looked to his father, who sat in a chair in the far corner massaging his head as the family fought, “Please, Phillip. They’ll eat me alive. Nothing happened between Harlan and I. None of it was real, you have to believe me. I swear on my life, I swear on our child’s life, I had no relationship with Harlan Thrombey.”

“I believe you.” Phillip said after a moment, taking her elbow and gently guiding her toward the front door to leave, picking up the pace when he realized the family had noticed. “Let’s get out of here.”

Suddenly a silver Crossover slid to a stop on the gravel, effectively blocking the couple from leaving. A tall, lean man in a tweed suit emerged and studied the pair, then the family crowding behind them. He smirked and cooed at the nervous woman in a heavy drawl, “What have I missed?”

Three Months Earlier

“I cannot condone this, Elizabeth, I will not have you become a gold digger!”

Elizabeth scoffed at Harlan’s words as she whipped around, staring down the older man sitting on his couch in his study, “I am not a gold digger! Phil loves me, and he’s going to take care of me. This is what I want-”

“No, it’s not. I’ve seen you with him, you couldn’t care less for that man. Alan is a dear friend of mine, and I can’t let you marry his son just because he’s a lawyer. You’re better than this, you’re worth more than this!” Harlan yelled back and Lizzie made a quiet down motion toward her mentor as she looked over her shoulder at the closed door. “I will not quiet down, I care about you, and I won’t see you throw away your life!”

“What would you have me do Harlan?” Lizzie cried out, kneeling down in front of him as tears filled her eyes. She pushed one fiery curl behind her ear and sniffled, “Harlan, I’m floundering. Nobody’s buying my books. I have no money, without Phil I’d be homeless.”

“If money is what you need, you know I’ll take care of it! I’ll give you whatever you need, all you have to do is ask, just- don’t marry Alan’s boy.” Harlan bartered as Lizzie held his hands in hers, but she lifted her head to look at him and her tears turned to anger.

“How dare you? This is the problem Harlan- this- this is why your family is so fucked up! You can’t buy away your problems with money. You can’t baby them into submission, you’re just fucking them up worse!” Elizabeth’s breath was shaky as she swallowed her salty tears, “I know what you want for me, and I want that too, but there’s a third party who isn’t so easily moved. You can’t pay me off to stay somebody’s whore for the rest of my life. That’s not fair, I deserve to be taken care of, I deserve to be loved too.”

“And you have two men who love you, but you only return affection for one of them, so why are you choosing the other?” Harlan pressed and she pulled her hands away and stood quickly, backing away as the wheels began to turn.

“Because your grandson doesn’t want a wife and doesn’t want a job and doesn’t want to change and I need more out of life. If he got his head out of his ass and actually tried to do something with himself, I’d be with him in a heartbeat, and you know it. You’re trying to buy Ransom a good influence, but he’s a hopeless cause. I’m marrying Phillip. Pay off someone else to be your granddaughter.”

Elizabeth turned and flung open the door, stampeding down the stairs as Harlan followed her slowly. She practically flew to the main floor of the mansion, passing by Linda and Richard who were visiting. “Lizzie? Honey, what’s wrong?”

Before she could reach the door, Harlan leaned over the railing of the second floor staircase and called out, “Wait.” She paused and looked up at her, her arm trembling as she clenched the doorframe. “If you walk out that door, you’re cutting ties with all of us.”

“I should have never come in the first place. It’s something I can never come back from.” Lizzie cried and sprinted into her new Mercedes Benz and drove away for the last time.

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askmicrowaveayem · 7 years

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Boink! Life is Better With You Pt. 24

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Their first day of school came too quickly, and Doc was shaking.

He still shook. He still shook badly sometimes, but--he also could recover more quickly, now. It didn’t affect his magic. He considered that manageable.

He’d been living in his homeworld with the King for years, not the few days Gaster had survived there before the King’s death. Doc’s standards of recovery were… they were different than his friend’s.

So he didn’t know if he was sick at the idea of him being around children, trying to heal them, or if it was nerves.

Either way, he shook as they headed out the front door (hesitated a moment, but hid it well enough from the outside) and headed towards school.

Quietly, without asking, Sans nosed his way out the door and tottered behind them.

Gaster didn’t bother at all to hide his hesitance stepping through the door, his hand always lingering on the frame and his eyes not blinking as he passed through it.

He looked at Sans after catching him in the peripheral of his vision. “Sans? Wh-why are you coming? We’re going to work.”

Sans always came with them outside when they made small errands, but… they would be at school all day.

Sans gave a confident, confirming nod. He straightened up, front paws coming off the ground and slipping inside his hoodie pocket as his bones creaked and shrunk, and soon a small bipedal skeleton was trotting along beside them instead, clothed in a hoodie that swamped him like a dress, pulling a ziplock bag of popcorn out of his hoodie pocket, opening it, and popping some into his mouth.

“yep.”

Gaster blinked and glanced at Doc. “... Does this mean the challenge to make you like school is an actual thing?” He smiled.

Sans shrugged. Ate some more popcorn.

“nah. i’m just gonna find a new place to sleep, mostly. you stay in one place most of the day there, right?”

Doc was grinning, though, and nodded his head at Gaster’s question.

Even if Sans wasn’t exactly a registered student, that didn’t mean they couldn’t try to get him to enjoy school.

“Y-yeah. I have the same classroom as before. We won’t be g-going much of anywhere today. Doc will be sitting in and meeting the students mostly.” Gaster explained. He would be filling out paperwork in the meantime but that could be done in his classroom easily enough.

Being friends with the King got out a little wiggle room with things like that. They were both allowed to take things very slow and stay together for the first day. If things got intense tomorrow when they were separated they could always come to each others rooms.

“You know… e-everyone is going to want to talk to you.” He said, smiling down at Sans. “E-everyone wants to talk to the new kid.”

“hah,“ Sans said, zipping the popcorn back up and shoving it back in his pocket. “good thing i’m not the new kid.”

With that, he drew his fingers across his lips like a zipper and seamlessly grew back into his four legs, trotting along with his pointed skull held up and his tail sweeping the sidewalk behind him.

Ah well, he tried.

Gaster just rolled his eyes a little and shook his head, walking along with Doc and Sans to the school.

Passed the alley they had stumbled through the first time.

It was still early and the students wouldn’t be arriving for another few minutes, well enough time to get inside and get settled. Gaster approached the doorway, opening it and peering inside before stepping in and holding it for the others.

Inside was bright and cheerful. Cabinets housing trophies and photos lined the walls along with drawings and school projects.

The only problems were the doors. There were lots and lots of doors. Thankfully they would only need to enter one more.

...a lot had changed since he’d first stumbled out of that alley, so many months ago. Over a year ago?

Over a year ago.

...he couldn’t bring himself to regret much of it at all.

Sans came in first and immediately began exploring the area, shuffling around and poking his nose into every place it could reach, gleefully discovering the locations of all vending machines and the teacher’s lounge (and it’s fridge) after a bare few moments.

Doc came in last, glancing around slowly, taking it all in for the first time.

There were lots of doors, yes, but.. The hallways were bright and welcoming.

He wouldn’t ever mistake them for the castle’s stone walls.

He felt a little braver.

He turned to his friend and asked, “I guess, where to now?”

“S-Sans! Get out of the teacher’s lounge!” Gaster called after him as he watched the lumbering skeleton totter into a doorway he recognized before turning back to his friend.

“Just a few d-doors down.”

He walked along the hallway and stopped at his door, the front plastered with little cut-outs of beakers, atoms, and runes made by the children. Slowly he opened the door. Flicked on the light.

A quiet classroom filled with desks, one large one at the front with ‘Dr. Gaster’ on the nametag. Another, slightly larger desk than the ones the children used was sat beside it with the paperwork Doc would need to fill out.

“Here we are…”

Sans back tottered out of the teacher’s lounge a moment later, following the two further down the hall with a ketchup packet he probably hadn’t had before between his teeth.

Doc poked his head in behind his friend, looking around slowly and taking the room in.

He propped the door open securely. He’d brought a doorstopper from home, just in case the classroom didn’t have one, and it was paying off now.

“...it’s nice,” he said, glancing around at the small desks, at the wall decorations.

Sans came in behind them, took one sweeping look around the room, and meandered towards the large desk, flopping down on the floor in front of it and making himself comfortable for the long haul.

“That’s everything you have to fill out there.” Gaster said, gesturing to the desk, then looking down at Sans as he set his briefcase on his own desk.

“... They’re going to ask a lot of questions about Sans.” He looked at Doc, wondering what to tell them.

Doc looked over the papers a moment before pausing at Gaster’s question. “...the kids? Or the adults?”

One group’s curiosity would be satisfied much more easily than the other’s.

“The kids.” Gaster said. The adults would mostly be too polite to really ask.

“He’s your over-protective nephew,” Doc said, “He was very concerned after our ordeal and since he’s very strong and athletic he’s decided to hang around us in case we need help with anything. But he’s mostly there to be our moral support. And you know what, kids, you can help us too by working very hard and here’s a secret passphrase that helps us feel a little better, and if you toss a little food at Sans, you can help him stay strong too.”

(Sans wagged his tail slightly. He fully approved of this plan.)

Gaster smiled, “Okay. We’ll say that then.”

He leaned over the desk to peer at Sans. “I hope you’re ready for a lot of belly rubs.”

Nephew or not there was no mistaking he looked like a big dog.

A really big bone dog with sharp teeth.

Okay.

Okay, Sans admitted it.

He’d lost the bet.

School sounded great so far.

He gave the best grin his pointy teeth allowed and rolled onto his back to show he was extremely ready.

He wasn’t a dog, but damnit, you didn’t have to be a dog to like belly rubs.

Gaster smiled and looked at Doc before standing and setting about getting ready for class.

Today wouldn’t be much. Mostly answering questions of his students, talking with them about some simple things. Just getting back into the swing of things.

After a few minutes bustling could be heard from outside as the children began to file in and go to their classrooms.

The first student arrived, a young fish monster. “Mr. Gaster!” They beamed, rushing over towards the desk but stopping quickly at sight of Sans.

“Woah.”

Sans looked up at the sound of the intruder, cocking his head slightly at them before apparently deciding they weren’t anything to worry about and setting his head back down with a big huff.

Nothing to see here, kids. A big, dog-looking bone monster in a hoodie.

Doc watched from over his paperwork, smiling politely and not totally sure what to do, just stepping back so Gaster could handle it.

“Oh don’t mind him, Neme. He’s just here to bring me s-some peace of mind.” Gaster said, grinning.

The young fish monster bent down, peering at Sans closely. “... You got a monster dog?” They honestly weren’t sure what it was.

He laughed, “That’s my nephew.”

The girl blushed as much as she was able. “Oops. Sorry.”

Sans turned and gave her a toothy grin. It maybe looked a little menacing, but he quickly followed it up with leaning out and giving her ankle a gentle bump with his snout.

Doc smiled a little, adding quietly, “He looks scary, but he’s really not. He just likes knowing we’re both okay.”

“Oh.” Neme said, looking down at the strange dog-nephew.

“... Hi!” She beamed, reaching down to pet his head. “What’s his name?”

“Sans.” Gaster said, thinking back on the time when he had thought they would need to change it. When that had been their biggest worry. “It runs in the family.” He said before the other could question why he had the same name as his own son.

“Ohhh, okay!” The girl smiled.

Sans bumped his head up into her hand, making an agreeable noise and tilting his head to help guide her to where he wanted to be petted most. He warbled to her, the closest to a greeting he could get in his current form.

Doc nodded, smiling a little more easily as he watched Neme and Sans get along well.

“My side of the family didn’t get the naming memo at all, actually. It’s a little funny,” he said, thinking it might be best to introduce it since the child seemed to already know Gaster’s kids. How many people did, come to think of it? “He’s got a brother called Paps, too. He might be coming to join school here in a year or two.”

There. Easy enough. Just talk about them like normal kids.

...he hoped he wasn’t overstepping by talking to Gaster’s student?

Sans bumped her hand again.

“Cool!” Neme said, not looking up from petting Sans. As few more students filed in with similar fashion, all of them saying hello to their teacher and welcoming back before asking about Sans and petting him.

It was like bringing a dog to school. Kids loved dogs and whatever questions they had for their teacher about what happened was redirected to Sans, asking what his name was each time, why he was wearing a hoodie, and where he had come from.

Gaster was thankful for the distraction.

Doc watched quietly, letting Gaster handle most things while the students filed in. One or two kids he could handle, but anymore, and he was… very unsure what to do.

Sans, however, seemed to be in his element.

Any time a child got anywhere close to asking how his dads were doing, he would target that one next to bump with his nose, distracting them and spending maybe a little more energy than useful flopping over and pawing at things.

He also had an uncanny sense for where the kids might be keeping their lunches, and while he had absolutely no intention of taking their food, it was always a great way to make one run off squealing and laughing.

All in all, a good way to kick off his new tenure.

(Because as far as Sans was concerned?

He had just become tenured.)

The first class was easy enough. It was full of young kids who just wanted to ask questions, a lot of them being redirected to ask about Sans, but a few did manage to sneak in about how he was doing, or that he didn’t look very well.

All in all he looked great compared to how he had been nearly half a year ago, but… well, compared to before?

Yeah. He looked pretty terrible.

The bags under his eyes never went away, his hands had a small tremor, and he still stuttered even if it was mostly under control. His posture had changed drastically too, hunched and a little unsure of things.

But that was okay, because it was still better.

The students settled in their seats still asking questions for another while before Gaster started asking them questions about how they had been doing and what they had learned in his absence. Today there was no lesson plan. He was just… reacquainting himself with his students.

Doc settled in with his paperwork, filling it out quietly behind Gaster’s desk and listening to the students talk.

This was… different from what he was used to.

...not just about school. About being a healer.

He was pretty sure this wasn’t how most healers in this world entered a schooling system, either, but, all the same, here he was. Listening to the ones who would in all likelihood one day be his patients, talking about their parents and their pets and the things they’d done since they last saw their teacher and the caves they’d seen and the songs they’d heard.

He’d never gotten that before. Not beforehand. Not during the war, where he’d patch them up and send them off again, either healed or in bags. Not like in the castle.

Nothing like in the castle.

….he’d never really been able to know most of his patients before, except when he was a kid in the butcher’s and their regulars would come in with a gash up their leg, asking to be sewn up, since butchers already dealt with so much meat--human or pigs, all the same in the end. And they’d give them a beer and sew him up and let them sit in the corner the rest of the day groaning with their friends while they recovered a bit.

The only thing since then had been those handful that first helped him learn what would one day be his specialty.

And now kids.

He listened, and tried to remember their names.

After answering most of their questions himself and getting the more painful stuff, for the moment, out of the way, he glanced back at Doc to give him a warning before turning to the class again.

“As s-some of you may know my cousin Doc will be one of the new nurses here soon. He might be n-new to the area but he isn’t new to tricky little kids trying to fake sick!” Gaster grinned and tapped his nasal bone. It was a lie, but he wanted to give his friend a little head start. Kids could be manipulative and tricky when they wanted to be and plenty tried to fake one thing or another to get sent home.

“S-so no funny business. He’ll see right through you.”

Doc looked up at the sound of his name and gave the kids a hesitant smile and a wave, but didn’t say anything else. Not sure what he was supposed to do at this point. Hopefully that was all the input that was expected of him?

Doc had been mostly ignored by that point save for the occasional question, but this had been Gaster’s element and he had taken most of them. Now he was letting his friend take the heat.

He needed to know about his patients, after all.

“Where did you live before moving here?”

“Are you married?”

“Why’d you move to the capitol?”

“How old are you?”

He looked flustered, and wasn’t very good at hiding it. Fear, pain, anguish? Clamped down in an instant. Small children taking an interest in him? Oh dear.

“The, the other side of Ebott,” he said. “I’m not, uh, not married, but I’ve got two kids. My cousin was lonely and I needed some help raising my two, s-so we decided we’d move in with him. I-I’m twenty-nine,” he said, managing a nervous smile by the end.

More questions were flung at him before Gaster raised his hands to settle them. “Quiet, quiet. Class is almost up and you’ll need to head to the next one so you can ask him if you ever run into the halls, alright?”

The children started to busy themselves gathering their things and a moment later a smaller bell rang to signal the end of the period. As the first set of students filed out Gaster smiled to Doc.

“Good job.”

Doc smiled back, breathing out a sigh and letting his shoulders droop a bit.

“...how many more of that?”

Sans got up once the kids filed out, shaking himself a bit and stretching, looking over to see if the Gasters needed him for anything.

“Only a few.” Gaster said, smiling, “Different age groups. There’s one more set of young ones before we get the older kids. Those might be a bit more of a handful.”

He gave Sans the go-ahead that he was fine if he wanted to wander around.

Sans just wandered the classroom again, poking around in places he hadn’t really seen fully yet and such.

Doc nodded. “And the older kids?”

Gaster frowned a little, “... Some might be nosy. A few are bad eggs. Just not very nice kids.” He shrugged, “I’ve dealt with them since they were very young so I… sh-shouldn’t? Have any problem…”

That was then though and this was now.

Doc nodded, reaching out to put his hand on his friend’s shoulder reassuringly, missing the way Sans perked up a little at that information.

Gaster smiled at his friend, then looked at Sans. “W-what is it?”

Sans shook his head and came trotting back to his place at the front of Gaster’s desk, not much longer before the first of the next group of students arrived.

The next group was young, perhaps a little younger than the previous group. It carried on very similar to the one before; asking if they could pet Sans and how Gaster was doing and who Doc was and how he felt.

Gaster deflected any uncomfortable questions just like before, asked them how they had been while he was gone recovering.

Each class lasted an hour or so before the bell would ring.

This class passed a little easier, now that Doc knew what to expect. He told his lies and smiled to the kids when he was mentioned, and watched as Sans fell into his usual doze in front of Gaster’s desk.

It almost felt manageable.

The next class was where things would perhaps get complicated. They were older. Teenagers.

Gaster sat behind his desk and smiled at them as they came in. They didn’t flock to pet Sans like the others, a group of girls tiptoeing around him to get to the one side of Gaster’s desk and talk to him.

“My mom told me what happened. I can’t believe you fell into the abyss!”

“Are you sure you’re okay to teach? You look really tired.”

“Is that your cousin?”

Teenagers were something Doc had absolutely no experience in.

Where he was from, you were a child, then you were an adult.

There wasn’t a strange in between stage where you were supposed to be…. Neither, but not both?

He glanced towards Gaster when the question landed on his counsin-ness, and hoped Gaster’s experience with these kids would be enough to take care of it.

Sans’ legs curled a little tigher underneath him.

“Y-Yes that’s my cousin Doc. He’s going to be starting as a nurse s-soon.” Gaster said, watching as more students filed in.

“Did you make, like, a service dog or something?” One asked, glancing down at Sans.

“No, that’s my nephew.” He said, voice a little more curt than it had been with the younger children.

“Oh. Oh I’m really sorry.” The girl blushed nervously, trying to hide behind her friends.

Sans made a sound that was unmistakably a cackle. Doc sighed and shook his head, giving an apologetic look to the nervous girl.

“It’s okay, he does it to himself at this point. He’s just very protective after everything that’s happened.”

After that the trio of girls started on more light-hearted topics, mostly asking about Doc and his boys.

“Mom says your kid looks just like Papyrus did when he was little.” One said, looking over at Doc.

Doc nodded, “Yeah. We all have a strong resemblance. Gaster and I look very similar, too. It might be a skeleton thing.”

He hoped that brushed it off simply enough. And no one questioned why one of his sons was a quadruped or shapeshifter.

The girls nodded, having sort of been thinking that but… y’know. Didn’t want to be racist.

Their gossip switched over to completely unrelated things and they eventually made their way to their desks as the rest of the class filed in. It was only then did Gaster stand and walk around to the front of his desk, leaning against it, legs bridging over Sans as he waited for the students to settle.

“S-so… I’m sure you guys have some questions. I’ll try to answer some of them.”

Just get it out of the way.

Sans made himself a little smaller, curling up a little tighter so Gaster wouldn’t have to worry about bumping him or anything. Though, with his bulk, he was still pretty large.

The kids shifted a little glancing towards each other, before one finally raised their hand and asked, “What was it like down there?”

“Dark.” Gaster answered simply, “N-no light reached down there. Dark and c-cold.”

He hated lying to his students, but… he wasn’t about to let anyone outside of his very close circle of friends and family know what had really happened.

Doc looked down, fidgeting with his pens and keeping quiet. Sans stayed where he was.

A little murmur passed through the students and they shifted again, all clearly curious but not wanting to be the next who asked.

Gaster looked out at the rest of the students, arms still having a sort of constant tremble as they folded in front of him.

“I’m s-sure most of your parents have already talked about it with you, so there probably isn’t much I can a-add. All that matters is we’re f-fine now and recovering.”

Hopefully that would be well enough for them to leave it alone.

“So are you gonna stutter forever?” a monster from the back called.

Sans sat upright.

Ah yes. There it was.

“M-maybe.” He said, giving the child a pointed look and a frown. He gripped his hands together to stop them from trembling more than usual. “It isn’t as b-bad as it was when we made it back.”

“But why would just being in the dark for a while be that bad?”

They’d barely gotten the sentence out when Sans began to growl.

Gaster’s frown grew. He let Sans growl, didn’t stop him from that much. It brought him a little bit of comfort.

“N-near death experiences have effects like stuttering and sh-shakes.”

He wasn’t wrong. It just wasn’t the right near-death experience. The King probably hadn’t been ready to kill either of them, but… but maybe what he did was even worse.

At least death came with an end. Intimidation and manipulation through torture could go on forever.

Doc stared down at his desk. Didn’t dare lift his head.

Sans kept glaring the student down, but whether it was his glare, the growl, or Gaster’s words that finally made the kid shrink, he didn’t know.

He didn’t care.

So long as it was understood.

Gaster waited a few more moments before sighing and continuing on.

He didn’t make sweet smalltalk with these students, not after that. Instead he asked them what they had learned while he was gone, where he would need to pick up where he left off.

Even if he was really only working two days a week to start.

The students mumbled their answers, and very slowly, Sans laid back down.

Rested his head on his paws.

Watched them all.

Doc quietly began scribbling on his papers.

He couldn’t wait for this class to end.

It would feel like it lasted a lot longer than the others just because of the tension in the room.

Gaster tried his best to lighten the mood. Tried to smile.

Looked a little more tired and beaten than before, couldn’t hide it as well as he might have before all of this mess.

Eventually the bell rang.

It signaled the end of the day and the students would file out.

Gaster didn’t sit back down on his desk yet, watching as they left, telling them he would see them tomorrow.

Sans spotted the one who had asked the uncomfortable question.

Stood when they stood.

Trotted towards him, only hesitating when Doc called out to him, then continuing forward anyway.

“Sans.” Gaster said sternly as well, then frowned and looked at Doc before pushing off his desk to follow.

“Sans.” He said, a little more stern.

Sans stopped, grumbling a little, then shuffled onto his hind legs once there was no one else in the room but his dads, him, and the kid staring at him with wide eyes as he shrank and his angles grew softer. As his forelimbs grew into hands.

“i’m just gonna ask why he thought that was even okay to ask. since uncomfortable questions are clearly perfectly okay.”

“Just let it go, S-Sans.” Gaster said, eyeing the kid who had asked him that question in the first place, daring him to question why his nephew had just shapeshifted or anything that was happening, really.

He didn’t say it was okay what the teen had asked, because it wasn’t, but he didn’t hold grudges over his students.

Sans frowned as much as his skull structure allowed.

“i’m not gonna fight him, geez,” he said, eyes unamused. He looked back over at the other kid. “just think about other’s feeling’s some more, alright, buddy?”

It wasn’t really a threat, but he sure hoped it stuck in his mind for a while.

It probably would, if not just because he had witnessed a shapeshifting skeleton saying the words.

Only after the boy had nodded and excused himself did Gaster sigh and let his head hang.

Sans slunk back down to his preferred form and curled up next to Gaster, head knocking against his leg while Doc walked around the desk to get a bit closer.

“...you going to be okay?”

“Y-... yeah.” Gaster said, reaching down to pat Sans’ head. Didn’t really look at either of them.

“Just… f-feeling a little self-conscious, is a-all.”

He still wasn’t comfortable with his stutter, but he had gotten to the point where he could ignore it for the most part.

Sans just stayed where he was. Letting Gaster pat him. Hoping being nearby was helping some.

Doc just nodded and reached out to rub Gaster’s shoulder.

“....not the worst first day, though, right?”

He smiled a little.

“Y-yeah… It wasn’t too bad.” His eyes finally lifted to look at Doc. “It will get b-better.”

It had been getting better pretty constantly for months.

He smiled back faintly, reassured by the words.

From his perspective, any direction in this world was up--but he wanted his friend to take part in that too. He wanted to be able to enjoy it, the safety. And the reassurances helped.

“Yeah. Yeah, it will. Want to drop these papers off and go watch the news with our kids a while?”

“Th-that sounds nice.” Gaster said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before standing straighter and rounding his desk to grab his own paperwork.

He would finish it at home.

Doc nodded and gathered up what he’d managed to finish. They dropped it off at the proper are, Sans shuffling languidly behind them and occasionally letting out wide yawns.

He’d nose doors open before either Gaster could reach the handles. Give lazy half-lidded warning glances towards anyone who looked a little too long towards them.

All in all, they had no trouble dropping the papers off and exiting school.

The rest of the year was… good.

Gaster never did stop stuttering. Never did stop trembling, but he stepped through doorways a little more confidently once he had developed smaller, portable machines with Doc.

Everyone was required to carry one at all times. It was only slightly larger than a phone, so it wasn’t too much of a hinderance.

Gaster took up teaching full time again. His sons never did leave the capitol after that, both of them getting jobs of their own and sticking around to help raise their alternate selves and make sure their dad was alright.

He still had nightmares.

Sometimes he had to call out of work for bad days and sometimes nothing was needed to trigger them. He would just wake up in a panic and be unable to calm down. Sometimes he would be doing something as simple as making dinner and just burst into tears or shake so badly he couldn’t hold a knife.

He had stopped caring where he slept as long as he didn’t sleep alone. On the worse nights he would sleep with the younger Sans, leaning over him and resting against him in a similar way he had with Endogeny back in his friend’s world.

It lessened the strange phantom burning sensation that sometimes came at random.

Doc would never leave the world he was born in.

Not really.

He carried it with him in a quiet way. In the little fear he felt each time someone snuck up behind him. In the phantoms he saw out of the corner of his eye. In the quiet anticipation of the day a child would one day come to his office, maimed beyond repair, and someone behind him with a low voice saying he could improve them and help all monster kind advance. In the way he endured each time the canine unit of Snowdin appeared on the news, and how he just couldn’t laugh off their sweet bumbling the way he knew most monsters affectionately did.

He would always be a stranger. But he would always be a guest.

It got a little easier to watch Asgore approach him, over time. So long as his shirts were floral and his demeanor easy, so long as Asgore never touched his shoulders, never touched his face, Doc could smile up at him and ask how his flowers were doing, if it would be alright if Sans and Papyrus could come over and look at the sun.

Sans never formally entered school.

He also never really left it.

While Doc grew comfortable in the nurse’s office, where he only ever had to speak to one person at a time, Sans found a place at the foot of Gaster’s desk, quietly accepting the title of service-nephew as the understanding slowly spread that he was there for days when Gaster needed someone to lean on him, or growl at kids who were behaving just a bit too cruelly.

He wasn’t really about letting cruelty stand.

He also wasn’t really about standing.

So most of his days, he spent lying down.

Eventually, school grew routine enough and he grew comfortable enough that he would, in fact, sleep most of the day. There was a bowl in front of his napping place with a little paper sign beside it (in his own handwriting--something which most kids didn’t believe, since he didn’t really appear to have thumbs, but a few smart cookies pointed out you didn’t actually need thumbs to write--) that said, “will stop snoring 4 food.”

(he didn’t snore on test days and when the subjects grew tough. And he knew when the subjects would grow tough. He’d memorized most of the stuff by now. He wasn’t that mean, no matter what the kid who’d first insulted Gaster’s stutter might say.)

His cellphone-sized dimensional travel machine, unfortunately, did not agree with his hoodie pocket. It refused to stay in, and after a few very rapid drops and one broken machine, the Gasters had--woe--strapped it to his neck.

He’d been a little insulted.

His elder version had been the only one who could really soothe that indignity.

The older Sans had figured out how to strap a bottle of ketchup and straw to the collar.

Needless to say, Sans had grown rather content in his life in the science classroom, giving the lazy eye to anyone who wondered aloud how a skeleton got a quadruped nephew, and napping.

And when Papyrus started school, fully integrating himself in their new world?

He would be right there underfoot to be tripped over constantly, so his little brother would never be alone.

If anything the horrors they had gone through only strengthened Gaster’s friendship with Asgore. He understood why Doc was so nervous, had eventually been told that wearing anything other than his robes helped, and always made sure they were given plenty of warning before he stopped by.

Never once did he touch Doc like he did with Gaster.

He would drop by now and then to take the two young ones for a day at the castle, a day to be treated to tea and cakes and the occasional new toy while frolicking in the one room where the sun could shine and natural flowers could grow.

It did wonders for his mood.

Asgore smiled a little more. Stood a little less hunched, enjoyed life a little more now that he didn’t feel so alone. Now that the castle occasionally had the sounds of playful children again.

Things would never really be perfect, but they would be good.

Younger Sans and Papyrus would grow up with two loving fathers, a pair of brothers always looking out for them, and a big fluffy uncle who loved to spoil them when they went for visits.

Gaster would get to be with his own two kids far more often than he had before. He cherished their company and Asgore’s tenfold, and he would be nothing without Doc helping him through the worse days and being there to talk to and smile with on the good.

There were days when Doc fell asleep to nightmares.

(But every morning he woke among friends.)

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