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ssparksflyy · 1 year ago

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hi darling! Could I request a Leo Valdez x reader where Leo finds the reader alone on the beach (which is strange cause she is a daughter of Athena) and he discover that the reader is kinda of feeling lonely and he says something of the lines of “well, if you’re lonely you can be lonely with me” and it kinda ends in a confession? No pressure at all🫶🏻 Thank youuuu 🧡🧡

ask and thou shall recieve ༉‧₊˚.

this side of paradise ๋࣭ ⭑

pairing : leo valdez x gn!reader warning(s) : itty bitty cursing, small angst but turns into fluff ♡ word count : 2.2k a/n : hii! tysm for requesting, i hope this is similar to what u had in mind ♡ also idk the offical landscape of chb so hopefully nobody comes for my kneecaps because idk it 🤷‍♀️ actually please do i dont want to run the mile tmmrw :(

leo gasped when he walked out of bunker 9 and it was dark out. when he entered, the sun was out and brightly shining, and the birds had been happily singing, well, not really, but leo liked pretending they were and he that was in a disney movie.

now, the only light was coming from the moon above. the same birds that had been happily tweeting in his imagination had gone to bed, along with everybody else at camp.

he hadn't realized he'd been cooped up in there for so long. truthfully, leo didn't keep track of time when he was working. he'd rather remain focused on what he enjoyed, and not worry about how much time he'd spent doing it.

he began his descent back through the woods and to cabin 9. he couldn't remember when exactly it had happened, but he knew the way like the back of his hand. he knew some shortcuts, though they involved some parkour and some angry wood nymphs.

after a few minutes of walking and trying not to trip over logs and rocks, leo finally made it out of the woods. normally, he would've turned to his left and headed toward his cabin, ignoring the shimmering sea to his right, but tonight was different. tonight, he couldn't help but look back at the beach, only a few feet away from him.

it was a calming scene. the faint sound of waves softly crashing onto the shore filled his ears. the ocean looked gorgeous from where he was standing. the way it almost perfectly mirrored the starry night sky above. the sand was a soft shade of white, illuminated by the moon above. sitting in the sand, he could just barley see someone's silhouette, calmy looking out at the ocean.

he furrowed his brow, 'its after curfew', leo thought, 'who the heck is still up?'. leo wasn't a snitch, after all, he was out after curfew as well. but, he couldn't say the same for some of the other camp counselors who took their no-pay, hierarchy, and partial-pain-in-the-ass "jobs" seriously. for example, if it was annabeth who was out instead of leo, whoever's sitting on the beach's ass would be grass. leo liked annabeth of course, she was a great friend and strong fighter. but gods of olympus she ran camp like the navy. a navy with more fun, of course, but she was a bit strict.

leo began to head towards the beach. as much as he didn't want to burst this person's bubble, nobody deserved to spend their afternoon cleaning the pegasus stables. except for octavian, may he forever remain restless in hell.

the closer leo got to the person, the clearer of an idea of who it was formed, or so he thought. he stopped in his tracks when he realized it was you. you were wearing your favorite hoodie, the one that had an owl on the back and said your mother's name, athena, just above it.

you loved that hoodie. you wore it any chance you got. once, after dinner, leo had asked you why you loved that hoodie so much, and you proceeded to talk about it for the next 10 minutes while the two of you sat by each other near the campfire. leo never thought he'd be so interested in learning about different sweater materials and how they didn't even compare to yours, but alas, he paid full attention to what you were saying for the entire 10 minutes. the way your eyes lit up when you talked about things you liked would be enough to make leo listen to just about anything you said.

a million thoughts and questions raced through leo's head as he stood just 3 feet away from you. he found himself trying to make his hair look less crazy and trying to straighten out his clothes before he said anything. it'd become a habit he developed before talking to you.

"you know, you could get in a lot of trouble for being out this late" leo said, walking up behind you, looking down at you.

you jumped at the sound of his voice. you hadn't expected anybody else to be out at this late hour. you smiled when you saw him though.

"yea i know, but i also know you won't be the one to get me in trouble." you said, smirking up at him.

leo let out a small chuckle, you were right. you always were. "mind if i sit?", he asked, pointing down at the sand.

you smiled and nodded your head, patting the spot next to you. leo sat down next to you, looking out at the ocean. somehow, it looked even better up close.

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" you said, eyes glued to the scene in front of you.

"yea, breathtaking." leo said, but he wasn't looking at the ocean anymore. he was looking at you. the way your eyes shined, illuminated by the moon above. the way your hair fell perfectly into place, like dominoes. the way you looked so comfortable in your hoodie and jeans.

"i gotta ask though," leo began, keeping his eyes on you, "what's a child of athena doing spending their time at the beach, especially this late?"

you paused and looked lost in a thought for a second before asking, "i can trust you, right?"

"of course you can" leo said, nodding his head in assurance.

"and you promise you wont make fun of me?" you asked again, glancing at leo.

"pink promise." leo said, holding out his pinky.

you smiled and linked your pinky with his. you turned to face the ocean again and let out a small sigh before saying, "well truthfully, i like coming down here whenever i'm feeling kind of, well, lonely."

you glanced over at leo, and he gave you a confused look. you continued, saying, "i don't know, sometimes i just feel like everybody's got their somebody. sure, they've got other friends and stuff, but they've also got their other half. somebody they can be lonely with. me, i feel like i don't have that somebody."

a small frown sat on your face as you continued to look out to the ocean.

leo had no idea you felt that way. you always looked so happy, laughing with your friends, always having a smile on your face. he never considered you'd feel this way.

but you were right, even when you weren't trying, you were right. everybody did have their somebody, and it was easy to feel lonely when you didn't have your somebody. truth be told, leo felt this way often. sure, his friends were great, and they tried to include him as much as possible, but leo couldn't help but feel like he was out of place amongst them. they all had their somebody. percy and annabeth had each other. jason and piper had each other, same with frank and hazel.

leo didn't want you to feel that way. he hated seeing that frown on your face, it killed him. he wanted to take away your pain and any feelings of loneliness and dump them into the pits of tartarus, where you wouldn't be able to experience them again.

leo scooted a bit closer to you. "hey," he began, elbowing you softly, "if you're lonely, you can be lonely with me."

he gave you a soft smile, which you returned. you sighed comfortably, resting your head on his shoulder gently.

even though leo looked calm, his eyes focused on the sea, he was doing backflips on the inside. he felt like his heart was doing somersaults, beating a million miles per hour. he felt like he was going to burst into flames out of excitement. he had to tell himself to calm down, though. he wanted to treasure this moment you were sharing, and he definitely didn't want to burst into flames while your head was on his shoulder.

"say," you began, looking up at leo, "you got a crush on anybody, valdez?"

now leo was feeling heat rise to his face. thankfully it was just him blushing, and not something hazardous.

"uh, yea, i-i do actually." leo said, smiling while looking down. he wanted to say, 'they're sitting right next to me with their head on my shoulder and i want to explode'.

"oh?" you said, lifting your head from his shoulder, smirking at him, "do tell, repair boy."

leo glared at you. he hated it when you called him that. (his heart was doing cartwheels). it was a stupid and annoying name (he loved it) that you had decided to calm him (he felt like you personally had crafted that name).

you gave him an innocent smile and suddenly he didn't care about the stupid (please call him that again) nickname.

he looked down and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "well, i'm not telling you who it is, cause you know them really well, but, i can tell you they're the smartest, most greatest person i've ever met. they're truly like no other. i mean, they're super nice to everybody, always welcoming to new campers. they're always helping out and trying to find solutions to issues anybody may have. they've got this great sense of humor, always laughing at my jokes, and im always laughing at theirs. they're always right. i hate it, but it's true. i'll never admit it to them, but they are. and oh my gods they aren't even only brains either. they're literally breathtaking as well. my hearts always does backflips whenever their around, and i feel like im going to burst into flames even if our hands slightly touch. i swear i want to get lost in their eyes and just stare into them endlessly. they've got these beautiful stormy eyes full of emotion, but yet so calm at the same time. oh and their smile? gods of olympus their smile could bring me to my knees the way it lights up the room. they're literally perfect. inside and out."

leo hadn't realized he'd been rambling. but everything he said was true. heck, he'd probably left stuff out. leo wasn't ashamed to admit he was head over heels in love with you. you made him feel whole when nobody else did. you were able to cheer him up when nobody else could. you were just always there.

"oh wow," you said, a small hint of sadness in your voice, "guess you just really like this person."

"like?" leo said, with a small laugh, "nah, i think i'm in love with them."

"that's great", you said, a sad smile on your face, "well, uh, i think im gonna go to bed. you were right, it's getting pretty late and i wouldn't want us to get caught. bye leo."

you got up quickly, dusting off the sand on your pants. leo hadn't realized you were upset. had he said to much? he didn't want to mess up anything he had between you, but in this moment, it felt like it was 'say it now or regret it forever'.

"wait!" leo said, hurrying to his feet and grabbing your hand.

you whirled around quickly, your breath hitching as you looked at leo.

"it's you." leo blurted out, "it's you, you're the person i've got a crush on. i meant everything i said. you're the greatest person i've ever met."

"it's okay if you don't feel the same way," leo added quickly, "i get it, i just-i just wanted you to know.

you looked at leo with a surprised look on your face, your mouth open slightly. you closed it, and a smile began to creep onto your face. you took a few steps closer to leo, slowly closing the room in between you two.

"you've got a crush on me?~" you asked him, teasingly.

"yea, yea, laugh it up" leo said, blushing and looking down.

you let out a small laugh and said, "im glad. it's good to know my feelings aren't one-sided."

leo quickly lifted his head, it was his turn to look at you shocked. you just smiled at him.

that surprise though, was quickly washed away with a wave of confidence as he clicked his tongue and began to raise and hand to cup your cheek as he said, "you know i wouldn't leave you lonely there."

you both smiled at eachother. leo began to lean in closer to you and connected your lips. as you kissed him back happily, he felt like there was a 4th of july fireworks celebration going on in his heart. the kiss was soft and sweet, straight out of a movie. you were kissing at night on the beach in sercret while everybody else was asleep, it was perfect.

when you broke away, you both had the stupidest smiles on your faces. you had raised you arms and were hugging his neck. he had moved one of his hands to your waist.

"well (y/n)," leo said, his smile a mile wide, "would you do the honors of being my somebody?"

you laughed and brought your face close to his and said, "of course, repair boy."

you both smiled as you kissed once again.

a/n pt.2: yooooooo, i hope u enjoyed that :)) i hope that's what u were looking for anon!! tysm for requesting, this was so cute to write ♡ once again, tysm for reading, i hope u have a great day/night ♡ lmk what u thought! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

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i8jisoo · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

seungmin x reader | part seven of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst

↬ warnings; obviously pregnancy, talk of sex/condoms, talk of morning sickness, cursing, child-birth

↬ notes; i feel like my mental health is getting worse and it has been really hard to be positive but i finished this awhile ago, never posted it! just thought to post it today since i just reached 500 followers,, tysm everyone for the support on my posts and following me for content,, i’m waiting for enhypen debut rnnn, it’s really one of the only things keeping me happy n ready. my bias is jungwon :) he’s so adorable n cute i can’t wait + i hope to start writing for enhypen soon when i feel better,, ty guys <3

the night was a one night stand

seungmin had no plans to see you after, you already gone by the morning so it made no different what he wanted afterwards

so with his number in your phone, you decided that texting him would be the best

you texted him your address, asking him to meet with you after u addressed who you were

the best maybe after twelve, seeing as how from nine to eleven you would be occupied with the toilet bowl, the morning sickness really weighing on you

hes there, ready to talk, looking great

ur just there in a t-shirt and sweatpants with slightly messy hair

you seat him on ur couch, pacing in the kitchen before actually beginning to talk

“it broke, or maybe you forgot. i don’t know but you, you got me pregnant.”

i honestly see seungmin being really innocent in this and he’s just made a bad decision which resulted in a baby

“wh-what? no, i used.. i..”

it dawns on him that he can’t remember slipping on a condom before

he’s turned white as a sheet, probably feeling more ill than you

he does the math, figuring you’re around two months, you’re not that far along obviously

“we don’t have to do this, you hardly know me.”

hes shaking his head quickly, “nono, i wanna.. i may never get this chance again. i might not ever meet someone again, so, if it’s with you? i’m fine with that.”

seungmin was there for the next appointment, fully supportive and stepping up

hes scared but so excited

he also moves out of the dorms, raising flags, but he keeps assuring everyone that he was just getting a change of scenery

he claims he got a dog but uh, there isn’t one

he actually moves in with u, an apartment that wasn’t too far away from the dorms and he will time to time spend the night if they need him to

ur actually really understanding of his career and u admire his adjustment

late night with him where u two go to a twenty-four hour convenience store and buy every junk food possible

u also acquired strange cravings such a pineapple and cream cheese or kimchi and chocolate sauce

that night however u rly had a craving for cheese and cheese only

it doesn’t last however, from three to five you are in the bathroom hunched over

he?? isnt?? actually?? the worst partner to get pregnant from a one stand with?????????????????????????????????????????

he’s pretty much a sweetheart

bless everyones heart though when they find out about you

“this is my friend, we are.. having a uh, baby!”

haha surprise...

u swore that jisung’s breath was lost when he said that

chan is fucken freaking out about this

“we’re gonna be uncles!”

everybody screaming and cheering which was a good sign

ur days are average and u guys just act like friends

friends having a baby lmfao

it’s a fine line between dating and not dating

seungmin reaaalllyy likes you but he has this bit of guilt in him for getting you pregnant

ur the one who uprooted your life and ur gonna have a kid for the rest of ur life with him and he’s still living his and doing what he loves

seungmin heart eyes motherfucker when u come to a concert, just there to see him n see what he does for a living

u guys get this cute ass picture of everyone lmfao i just imagine the boys and seungmin standing around and posing with ur small bump

he doesn’t get to go to every single appointment, so his first appointment he went to was when you were around six and a half months

he’s super excited and just super nervous

so many expecting moms its crazy

when your name is called and you two go back, he’s jumping out of his seat and going back with you

the doctor applies the gel on your stomach, the rounded bump sticking out prominently

his hand clasps around yours, fingers laced with yours and he gives you a warm smile

the screen flickers on and theres your baby

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he can clearly see the legs and arms, theres the head!!! he can make out the toes and fingers

then u guys get to hear the heartbeat together

it’s so strong and he just,, wow.. this is real 😣

ur bearing his child, your guys’ baby,, he can hardly believe it

then the doctor asks if u two want to know the gender

“yeah.” 🥺🥺🥺

ofc u could’ve known before but u didn’t know if seungmin wanted to find out or wait n u just would feel guilty if u went ahead

he was rly trying to be as involved as possible, he had a busy schedule and u two weren’t even dating and this whole thing was happening secretly

they turn the monitor for you two to look at, pointing around

“there they are, we have a baby boy.”

seungmin is so taken aback, this all is so .. unreal for him

he’s ready to get the disc with ur ultrasound footage n the heartbeat but also the ultrasound photos 🥺 he’s so in love with your baby boy

u two are just sitting in the office after, ur wiping off ur belly n he’s just like

“i’m in love with you. you and our son — i know, we agreed to co-parenting and no feelings but,” his voice is so strained n he’s just so fragile n so utterly raw, “i couldn’t help it.”

ur fact at first is just frozen and slightly shocked

then ur like 😮🥺😣

“no, cause i was thinking the same exact thing.”

that seals the deal for u two pretty much, ur both emotional wrecks in the exam room

theres the boyfriend and girlfriend dynamic now — seungmin and you sleeping cuddled together

it wasn’t like you two didn’t cuddle before,, but it would usually end up with seungmin silently creeping out of bed or you softly removing his arm or you leaving him gently

u rely on him more, the final trimester hard on you and ur so exhausted and hurting

u two getting the nursery ready together which actually consists of u sitting down rather than actually doing anything

though u will have to teach this boy how to put away bibs and fold baby clothes

u two are young and u both have a lot of explaining to do to your own families, but they are supportive

they r more than happy to teach u two about children and giving tips on these things

blue nursery with lil teddy bears around and its just the cutest, props to room designer seungmin 🤓

baby boy is so stubborn, you’re past your due date and you both want him out

you two try a shit ton of things

name it all: pineapple, spicy foods, raspberry tea, daily walks around the block, literally everything

everything except for the obvious that had been recommended by your obgyn

sex.

both of you two hadn’t really explored in the topic of sex or anything of the sort, it was slightly awkward

you’re five days overdue now, which now you couldn’t even care

“please..! they said it works, even our ob said so!”

he is so cautious about this, but begrudgingly decides to proceed with this idea

he’s so sweet 🥺 but maybe a little too sweet because next thing you know is that two short hours later ur water breaks and u are in labor!!!!

both of you are vv nervous

his hyungs are right there to calm him down, asking you if ur okay and if u need anything

they rly adore their lil minnies baby mama & their lil nephew

seungmin is big daddy deffo

he’s so attached to u 🥺 it hurts to see u in so much pain and he can’t do much to take it away, but he will kiss ur forehead and wipe ur tears away

he personally finds u so angelic as u are quite literally coated in sweat and nearly breaking his hand

it’s finally over, you and seungmin both turning to the tiny baby that just came into the world, both of u crying while laughing at the beet red baby

theres your little baby boy in your arms, squirming at the new coldness and trying to move around in the blanket

all of the boys come in, excited to meet the baby

in amazement you made this adorable, small baby after one night

this experience was everything and more to you both, so glad you weren’t as careful one night and now had the greatest gift given to you: your small son who slept soundly in your arms

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nie7027 · 6 years ago

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Super5 headcanons part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part3 Part 4 Part 5

Thank you everybody for saying such nice things of part 2 (as i said i wasnt that confident so it made me really happy to know you liked it) and sorry for taking so long but school is a bitch and almost killed my inspiration. Anyway here comes part 3

Minegishi: i just got out work. Can someone care to tell me what happened?

Hatori: uhh, yeah . sorry

Hatori: i got out of work like an hour ago and came home to find Shimazaki sleeping on MY bed

Hatori: Shibata was already at the gym and shimazaki hasnt waken up so i dont know much more??

Hatori: i dont know either what to do...

Shibata: is he still there? I told him to take my bed!

Hatori: well he clearly didnt...

Minegishi: ok but HOW did you find him exactly?

Shibata: ill tell you later guys. My next class is about to start

Shibata: And dont worry Hatori! i dont think hell wake up anytime soon.

Shibata: You should have seen him carrying the dog! It was cute <3

Shibata: in a strange way

Minegishi: dog?? WHAT DOG?

Hatori: did you just say "carrying"?

Shibata: sorry guys gtg

Hatori: shit WAIT

Hatori: where am i supposed to sleep now? I cant sleep on the couch!

Shibata: you can sleep with me

Hatori: WHAT? NO

Shibata: Do you prefer to wake him up?

Hatori: I pick the right side

Minegishi: No homo

Hatori: fUCk U

Shimazaki wakes the next morning to the sound of someone gagging to his right

"THE HELL IS THAT SMELL? WHY DO YOU STINK SO MUCH?" yells Hatori before letting out a muffled yelp when the pillow Shimazaki threw hits him square on the face

Shibata, probably alerted by Hatoris screams, comes running and asks from the doorframe "Whats going here?"

"THAT BASTARD SMELLS LIKE POOP AND NOW MY BED WILL SMELL TOO" says Hatori while pointing at the man on his bed who is just groaning clearly annoyed at being awaken

"Hmm it was probably the dog" says Shibata pensive and then looks carefully at shimazaki "You dont have more clothes dont you?"

"Holy shit! Thats true. Youve been using the same clothes since then..."

Shimazaki cant understand why it suddenly matters so much to them "No i dont. Now that that has been cleared up can i go back to sleep?"

"You have to change first. Hatoris clothes wont fit you. so take a shower while i search for something to lend you" says shibata and then turns to Hatori "you gotta go now or you are gonna be late. Dont worry todays my day off, Ill wash your bed"

"Thanks man" says Hatori and then quickly discusses something abouy dinner with shibata before leaving the apartment. Shimazaki can only stare. He just wants to sleep.

But before he can turn his back and return to sleep Shibata is already on him hurrying him to the shower.

Shimazaki doesnt like the idea of giving up his clothes to Shibata (he doesnt like letting go of his possesions because Mental eye cant find inanimate objects and he learned early on life how easy it was to lose things) but even he is starting to get nauseous at the smell of trash and he isnt in the mood to deal with it himself

Shibatas clothes fit loosely but they are comfy, besides once he gets out the shower the man has breakfast ready for him (theres still a box of his favourite cereal) and leaves him to his own devices while he does laundry.

By the end of the day Shimazaki has his own clothes back and they are softer than he remembers ("its the softener" says Shibata, "the what?" responds shimazaki)

Minegishi and Hatori arrive later with boxes of take out and they eat together in awkward silence until Minegishi casually asks with a smirk if Hatori and Shibata slept well at which shibata laughs and tells them Hatori is a blanket hogger which in turn makes Hatori complain about shibatas snores.

The childish fight continues and even though Shimazaki doesnt take part in it he listens atently

At the end he returns to minegishis apartment that night and sleeps on the couch. Neither of them uttering a word of what happened.

The next time Minegishi asks him to go grocery shopping he accepts.

This is stupid. This was a waste of his time.

Shimazaki couldnt read price tags or labels and he didnt know what he was doing here or why Minegishi had brought him

At most he could tell apart boxes from cans and the weight of things but he couldnt differentiate whether he was holding a can of tuna from a can of yakitori sauce or 1k of salt from 1k of sugar without having to ask somebody else.

It was even worse when it came to liquids if the milk/juice failure was anything to go by

After the first few failures of trying to pick stuff Minegishi had tried to teach him about couponing and discounts but then again he had to ask him the price everytime and they both soon got tired of it

All he could do was to touch and feel the fruit and vegetables trying to tell apart the riped from the rotten/damaged

Looking for any bump, hole, softness...things Minegishi taught him

It was stupid.

Minegishi could ripen/fix any plant with his powers and they both knew it

This was a waste of time.

He hated every second of this and wanted to go already but Minegishi had been hellbent on him learning at least this and left him in the fruits section to pick whatever he deemed best while he finished the shopping.

And that was what he was TRYING to do when a store clerk had the brilliant idea of addressing him

In his defense they had been almost 3 hours here and he had been done since the first. The fact he didnt even know what the hell he was holding anymore except that it was round and ripe not helping his annoyance.

He turned to tell her to fuck off. He just wanted to intimadate her. Force her to leave him alone.

He may have gone a little bit overboard.

He opened his eyes.

"Excuse me sir. Customers arent supposed to grab the tomatoes with their bare hands. The bags are-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Her scream could be heard all around the store

Before he could teletransport away the tomato he was holding twisted and tangled its newly grown vines around his hand in a tight grip. (The sight of it clearly didnt help the girl's panic)

"Dont even think about it" hissed a pissed Minegishi when he passed by his side on his way towards the screaming girl.

Minegishi couldnt feel more stupid than he was feeling a the moment.

In his haste to initiate Shimazaki on the path of becoming a civil person he had somehow forgotten the man was actually blind (not his fault it was so easy to forget when you have seen him destroying entire buildings).

He had tried. He had really tried to come up with any way to fix this mess of a trip but it was getting late and they hadnt even started their actual shopping.

So at the end he gave up and left Shimazaki to the only task he thought could keep him busy and at the same time allowed minegishi to keep track of the mans position anytime while he hurriedly finished the shopping. It was a good plan. What could go wrong?

The moment he heard the scream he knew everything could and will go wrong where it concerned Shimazaki.

Thankfully he could feel he was still holding something vegetal (a tomato?) so Minegishi quickly dashed (shopping cart forgotten) to the mans position and the screaming girl.

His first instict had been to go and calm the girl even though he didnt know what had happened but when he realized people were starting to stare he quickly grabbed Shimazakis arm and dragged him the way he came.

"The fuck did you do?" Minegishi asked once they were in another aisle safe from curious stares

"I did nothing!" responded Shimazaki somewhat offended

" As if! What did you do to her? "

"I didnt do shit to her! I was just doing the fruit thing you asked me!" he raised his hand to show the tomato still holding onto it

"And? Why was she even near you?" mineshiki asked while his powers disentagled the vines and took the tomato

"ITS YOUR FAULT APPARENTLY WE ARENT SUPPOSED TO PICK THE FRUIT"

"Huh? What? I always do-THATS NOT IMPORTANT! Why was she screaming?!"

"I told her off"

"What? People dont scream like that when someone tells them off, even when you..." Shimazaki was clearly hiding something "How did you do it exactly?" minigishi asks with narrowed eyes

"....i may have opened my eyes"

"Your eyes?" minegishi stares increduously "whats that- oh" hes about to ask what was that supposed to mean when he remembers Shimazakis bottomless eyes caused by his physic powers. He may have gotten used to his hollow stare but he still remembers what he felt the first time he saw it. The girls scream finally making sense "You never open your eyes unless you want to threaten someome...did you want to threaten a simple clerk?? "

"No"

"Then?

"i just forgot!" shimazaki huffed

"You...forgot?"

"YES CAN WE GO NOW?" irritation lacing the mans tone

It was that moment that Minegishi realized this trip was taking a bigger toll on shimazaki than he (and probably even the man himself) anticipated and sighed.

"Yeah, i was almost finished anyway lets find the cart"

Shimazaki silently followed.

They finished the shopping without any further accident and while they waited in line to pay something caught minegishis eyes. It was just what he needed.

There was a row of cheap aviator glasses hanging in display.

After some considerantion he grabbed one of the pair with the mirror lens kind and handed them to a now calmer Shimazaki "Here, put this"

Shimazaki who had been following Minegishis movements asked curiously "whats this?"

"Glasses. In case you forget to keep your eyes closed again people wont be able to see your eyes. Put them on and open your eyes. i need to see if they fit and if they'll work"

He miraculously did.

The frame was thicker than it was supposed to be for these kind of glasses (a crude imitation of the stylish kind people wear in magazines) but they fitted and the mirror lens hid perfectly shimazakis glowing irises(?) (Hell never know)

"How do they feel?"

"Strange"

"You could wear them only when you are out in public. They are cheap. Ill buy them and you can do whatever you want with them"

Shimazaki took them off and when it was time to pay he handed them to minegishi

Once outside shimazaki at first refused to teletransport the bags back to the apartment but complied once Minegishi told him he would force him to help carry the bags all the way if he didnt do it AND promised to buy take out to eat.

Minegishi thought the glasses had been left forgotten in the bags but the next morning while he was getting ready to work he noticed they were laying folded on top of a sleeping shimazaki

When Hatori and Shibata inevitably asked about Shimazakis new glasses(that he now used all the time) minegishi told them about what was now deemed as the "supermarket incident"

The next times they went shopping Minegishi stayed all the time with Shimazaki and kept teaching him about vegetables and any thing that came to his mind.

Once they finished (everytime quicker than the previos) it became Shimazakis job to drop the goods at the apartment in exchange of picking what they were going to eat that day

It wasnt exactly what Minegishi had planned but it was a progress (or that was what he thought until Hatori complained about tripping on shopping bags that suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall whenever Shimazaki dropped something there)

Shibata was annoyed because even though they all agreed Shimazaki was behaving nicer the others didnt still believe him about the whole puppy ordeal

so that, coupled with the nagging feeling he had left after washing shimazakis clothes and after hearing about the market incident made him come up with a plan

"A mall trip?? What for?" hatori asked perplexed

"He has just one shirt"

"So?"

"He has been wearing it since we were together, actually i dont remember him wearing anything else ever"

"Thats his problem!"

"HIS JACKET HAS BULLET HOLES " replied shibata getting impatient with how much it was taking Hatori to understand

"He probably likes it that way??" said Hatori still not getting it

"Actually ive been thinking the same. I noticed the bullet holes too" finally came Minegishis voice from the receiver. He was was working at the moment because if they wanted to do this he had to work a double shift to free one day. "I dont think he has anything else"

"See? Minegishis with me!" exclaimed thriumohantly Shibata which only made Hatori roll his eyes

"Fine! i get it! Ive seen the bullet holes too...but i dont get why does it have to be us?"

"Because we are his friends" easily replied Shibata causing Hatori to frown at this

"Are we really? When has he done something for us?" hatoris tone suddenly turning serious "You are literally asking me to spend one of my few days off shopping clothes with MY MONEY for a guy who wanted to kill me mere months ago?"

"We dont know that" said shibata

Hatori trew him a glance that clearly was supposed to mean 'you gotta be kidding' "Look, do we even know if he likes us back?"

At this both men kept silence until shibata dared to speak "he is wearing the glasses"

"God forbid me for forgetting those damn glasses! Guys, im just saying we are already doing so much for him for nothing! why do we need to do more?"

"Because thats what good people do" came Minegishis response and shibata nodded firmly making hatori huff. He was gonna regret this.

" fine! But do we even know if hes gonna like what we buy? If hes gonna even wear it? As you said we had never seen with other clothes"

"Thats why we are gonna take him with us!" said Shibata, glad that this was finnally getting somewhere

Hatori turned to look at the phone "didnt you said you believed shopping stressed him?"

"Mmm these last times had been better" said minegishi

"What if he actually doesnt care about the clothes or-"

"He does" replied Shibata and Minegishi in unison making Hatori stare confusedly

"How do you know?"

Shibata thought back to the hesitance he noticed on shimazaki when he handed him his clothes but didnt think the man in question would like it if he went and tell this to the others and was debating this when minegishi spoke again "Ive noticed someone has been using my softener and i doubt its the plants"

Hatori frowned and then sighed

"You both have settled your minds dont you?" hatori asked and then grumbled when an unison "yes" was heard

"Do you realize we are working with a lot of 'maybes' and 'probably'?"

"Maybe" said the voice from the receiver and Hatori could swear he could hear minegishis smirk

"C'mon man! We have done worse than this" said Shibata happily clapping Hatoris back

"Ugh FINE That bastard better be grateful" grumbled Hatori

This part forced me to think of shimazakis past and now i made myself sad (this isnt the first time he wears glasses)

So the market incident and the glasses scene was stuff i thought about since i started these and was really excited to write it. I hope i did them justice .

I didnt realize how much longer part II was compared to part I so i think part III ended in a nice middle ground.

Haha i again didnt reach the scene i planned to reach(the prank) and at this pace this thing will have 6 parts. Someone save me

Anyway hope you like it and for those of you who dont know I am writing a Teru-centric fanfic about his decision to visit his parents and the aftermath and ill appreciate it if you could check it out (link here) and tell me what you think or at least share it so more people can see it because tumblr sucks and wont let me do it.

See you next time

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #shimazaki ryou #minegishi toshiki #shibata hiroshi #hatori nazomu #mp100 spoilers #manga spoilers #i think that tag doesnt apply here #super5 headcanons #nie's writing

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delicateinnocentrottenporcelain · 7 years ago

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Book 1: N’Jadaka | Chapter 1

Boys Like Me

The first thing I can say that describes how I feel right now is....Lightheaded. I’m in the back of a police car, going to the police station, minutes after I found my father’s dead body sprawled out on our apartment floor. My Uncle James was no where to be found. The officer that’s driving glances at me in the mirror a couple of times, the woman officer that sits in the passenger seat looks back and put her hand on my knee, nodding slightly. I’m guessing that’s supposed to be an act of sympathy.

I continue to look outside the window as we drive through Oakland. I already know we’re going back to LA. Why else would this ride be this long like this?

“Man, this neighborhood....” The man driving mumbled to the woman, catching my attention. He had been silent for most of the ride. “It seems like shit like this happens everyday around here.” The woman taps his arm, flickering her eyes at me. “Watch your language. The boy is sitting right behind us.” She whispers to him. He looks at me in the mirror again, I quickly look back out the window. Waving me off, he spoke again. “He’s not listening.” He responds, the woman shaking her head. “Still, John. Ease up on the commentary and just drive to the station. The kid just lost his father for god’s sake.” She fired at him, turning towards me. “Hey kid, you alright?” She asks me. I don’t answer, instead I just stare at her.

The driver scoffs. “Hey, its okay, you don’t have to talk. I understand. Just wanted to make sure you were okay back there.” She says turning back in her seat. I’m confused for a second. How does she understand? Was her father killed too? In her own house? In the middle of the night? My hard stare turns soft at her kind words but quickly goes back to stone once he speaks again. This time in a whisper, a low one. He’s saying something that he doesn’t want me to hear. “He’ll be fine. The kid just got taught a lesson a little early.” He says, pausing. “Everybody dies. That’s just life around here.”

But what the smart ass officer doesn’t know is, the police cruiser is dead silent. Meaning everything can be heard. Everything. The woman slowly looks at him with a look of irritation and disgust. I’m still looking out the window, but now my eyebrows are furrowed. The rest of the ride is quiet. I lean my head against the window. The officer’s sentence repeating in my head.

“That’s just life around here.”

“Okay, Erik? That’s your name right?” A new officer asks me. I give them a small nod. “Okay, we’re going to have you sit in the waiting room. Officer Stanford will be back to lead into one of our rooms. It’ll-” For the first time in what might’ve been hours, I speak. “Rooms?” I said, my voice raspy as I cut the officer off. He nodded. “Don’t worry. She’s just gonna ask you some questions about the events that happened tonight.” He says. I look down at the ground in response. He awkwardly leaves.

Minutes past before there’s a loud yell coming from the entrance. Everyone’s, including mine, attention turns toward the voice. A black man wearing a black t-shirt, a gold chain, and baggy jeans is pushed into the room by two officers. Both white men. The man is handcuffed and still yelling. “Man, get the fuck off me!” His voice booms through the room. I grabbed onto both my chair’s arms, sitting up slightly as the man gets pushed in the waiting room. “Shut the fuck up.” One officer tells him, coldly. They push him into a seat, coincidentally, the seat that seats directly across from mine. After forcefully, handcuffing him to the chair, the officers shake their heads before walking off. Everyone goes back to minding their business. Everyone except me.

It takes the man sometime to calm down. A couple of “bitch ass niggas” and “fucking pigs” later, he’s silent. He looks at the ceiling for a moment, inhales deeply before bringing his head down. He’s eyes landing on me. I awkward stare back at him, tensing up. He scoffs at me before shaking his head.

“Whatchu doing here, lil nigga?” He asks. I jerk my head forward and point to myself. He lets out a small laugh. “Yeah you, the fuck?” I clear my throat. “M-my father.....” I trail off. My hands starts to tremble as I grip on the arms of the chair harder. “My father is...d-dead.....” I mumbled to the man. He slumps his shoulders and sits back. “Damn, bruh.” He says. My chest starts heaving and my eyes start to sting again.

“They’re not going to help you.” The man says to me, breaking the silence. “All they gonna do put you in that room, ask you a whole bunch of questions you don’t wanna answer and be done with you.” My breathing is back to normal know and my hands have stopped shaking. I raised my eyebrows. “H-how you know?” I asked him. He scoffs again.

“Cause that’s what they do with boys like you.”

I open my mouth to say something but the Officer Stanford cuts me off. “Erik? Come with me, please.” She instructs. I stand up and take one last look at the man before leaving.

Mrs. Stanford leads into a room with a table in the center. Two chairs are seated by it. “Please, take a seat.” She tells me, pointing to one of the chairs. I listen and sit down quietly. She follows, holding a pen and paper. “Okay, Erik. I’m going to ask you a couple of questions. I want to you to answer truthfully. No lies, alright? This can go quickly if you cooperate.” She says. I just nod.

“Where were you when it happened?”

I inhaled deeply before speaking. “I was...playing basketball with my friends.” She nodded. “Is that why they were all outside when we arrived?” I nodded. “Erik, you’re going to have to speak u-” “Yes.” I said, a hint of attitude in my voice. She jerks her head back but continues.

“Are you sure you don’t have any family you go to?”

I hesitate before shaking my head. Like I said, Uncle James was no where to be found. Mrs. Stanford sighed, her eyes flickering to my necklace. “What’s that?” She asks, pointing to it. I tensed up and looked down at it. “N-nothing.” I said, my voice louder than before. She tilts her head. “Well, it obviously means something if it got you to speak up like that.” I grabbed the ring tightly. “May I see it?” She added, starting to reach over the table. I immediately backed away. The chair making a loud screech on the floor.

“NO!” I yelled, surprising not only myself but her also.

Putting her hands up in surrender, she nodded her head. “Okay. Okay, I won’t touch it.” She rushed. I let go of the necklace. Bringing my chair back to the table, I looked down. “I’m sorry....” I mumbled. She reached over the table again, not reaching for the necklace but for my hand. I didn’t protest. She put her hand over mine and sighed. “I know, Erik. Its okay.” She said, softly.

There was a silence before she started to write again. “You know, I lost my father when I was young too.” She said. I snapped my head back at her. “He was shot and killed when I was 12. Me and my mom had to make it on our own.” She continued. I nodded. “....my mama in jail.” I told her. “Really?” She pondered, leaning forward in her chair. “Do you know why?”

“My daddy said it was because the police didn’t like her.”

Mrs. Stanford sits back in her chair for a second, clears her throat and goes back to writing. “What’s gonna happen to me after this?” I asked her. She froze. Looking up at me, and giving me the same sympathetic look she gave me in the police cruiser, she opened her mouth. “I have no idea, Erik.” I sucked my teeth and nodded. Sitting back in my chair, I look up at the ceiling. “But, I know one thing. I’m going to make sure that you stay safe.”

I stay quiet and start to think. I think about my dad’s smile as I walk out the house after he said I could go play ball. I think about my friends, and all the questions they were asking. The one thing that bugs me is the strange plane that was in the sky and Uncle James.

Uncle James.

He was in the house when I left. It was only him and dad. He was gone when I came back. A deep frown forms on my face and I grab at the ring again, watching it shine in the light. I mumble under my breath.

“Did Uncle James kill Daddy?”

A/N: This is by the most I’ve wrote in this site but it was worth it. Tell me if yall like it. I like feedback!

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dragonasheswrites-blog · 7 years ago

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The Heaven We Didn’t Choose, Chapter 7: In Which Skeletons are Explained

...From a scientific and magical point of view, of course.

First: Chapter 1: In Which a Child Makes a Friend

Previous: Chapter 6: In Which Everybody Threatens Sans

Next: Chapter 8: In Which The Internet is Invoked

Click here for the story overview.

By the time Sans tracked down Attie (who had somehow crawled into the dryer and was rocking herself back and forth) it was after 1:00.

This was a problem, he realized as he consulted the schedule Undyne had pinned to a cupboard with a paring knife. Lunch was supposed to end at 1:00, and he had no idea what to even start cooking.

“Can I have a hot dog?” Attie asked. “You make hot dogs, right?”

“Uh...sure, but…”

“Okay! Where are they?”

“I don’t think I…” He checked the fridge, just in case. The shelves, to his surprise, had actual groceries on them. Huh. Someone must’ve stocked up. Half of this stuff he didn’t even recognize. Weird.

To his everlasting shock, one drawer held a six-pack of ‘dogs. On the package was a pink sticky note covered with Boss’s handwriting:

YOU CAN HAVE HOT DOGS FOR NO MORE THAN ONE MEAL PER DAY, SANS. BUNS ARE IN THE CUPBOARD. ~THE G&T PAPYRUS

Ooooookay.

Sure enough, a quick survey of the cupboards (also stocked with more food than Sans was used to seeing) turned up a package of buns - the good kind, not the cheap tasteless things he threw on the ‘dogs at his stand.

Cooking them properly was...more work than he really wanted. He didn’t have a rolling warmer in the apartment, and he didn’t want to wait for the ‘dogs to slow cook anyways. He slipped both ‘dogs into their buns and stuck them in the microwave for half a minute.

Amazingly, the ‘dogs didn’t explode (unlike most things he microwaved). He sent out a tentative thread of magic to feel for temperature, not trusting his bones to give him an accurate read. It felt...less than boiling hot, but beyond that he wasn’t sure.

“Uh, here, kid. Bone appetite, heh. Careful; not sure if it’s hot.”

“Okay!” Attie grabbed the ‘dog with both hands, took a big bite, and winced. “Iff a liffle hoff,” she said, mouth full. She swallowed anyways, so he wasn’t too worried.

“Hey, kid; if that’s too hot for ya, wanna see somethin’ cool?”

“Sure,” she said, before taking another huge bite.

Sans opened his mouth, tilted his head back, and shoved the entire hot dog, bun and all, into his mouth. He felt his magic protesting - he wasn’t really made to do this - but he ignored the discomfort and resisted the urge to cough.

Attie was staring at him with huge eyes, a half-chewed bite of hot dog visible in her mouth. He waited a moment for his magic to dissolve the ‘dog enough to talk, then laughed at her. “What, you can’t do that?”

“No,” she said around her masticated food. She closed her mouth, realizing her error, then chewed and swallowed with a thoughtful look on her face.

Sans knew that look.

The girl held the remaining half of her ‘dog out to him. “Teach me,” she demanded.

“Yeah, no, kid.”

“Why not?”

“Humans aren’t built like us. You’ll choke yourself, then Undyne’ll kill me, then Boss’ll kill me, then your mom and her mom’ll kill me. I’ll be super dead.”

“You’re silly, Mr. Sans.”

“Yep. That’s me, regular comedian.”

“Teach me!”

"No, kid!”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” She blinked rapidly, her lower lip extended.

“What, is that supposed to make me more willing to teach you how to suffocate on ‘dogs? Hell no, kid! And stop making that face; the lip shit is super creepy!”

“Awww,” Attie muttered, dejected, to her ‘dog.

“Tell ya what. You finish your ‘dog, and when it’s science time I’ll tell you all about how a skeleton can eat a whole ‘dog at once. Okay?”

“Okaaaaay.” She finished her meal in the largest bites possible, sending herself into more than one coughing fit.

Science wasn’t next on the list, though. Next was something called Grammar, which Attie tried her best to wiggle out of. She wouldn’t capitulate until Sans reminded her that she couldn’t see her mom until her schoolwork was done.

Schoolwork went by very quickly after that.

He wasn’t sure how much of it was actually correct - according to the note Undyne had left, the worksheets would be delivered to Tori for grading - but he was impressed by her speed.

True to his word, he spent the entire 45-minute “Science” time slot sitting at the dining room table explaining what he knew about a skeleton’s magical digestive system. He even let Attie drop things into his mouth - jelly beans, mostly, after they found some in the cupboard and he accidentally revealed that he’d never eaten them before - so she could see that they vanished instead of dropping out the bottom of his skull.

“You don’t look like a real skeleton,” Attie said, peering intently at the juncture where his skull met his spine. “You’re shaped really different.”

“I promise you, I am 100% a real skeleton. I just don’t look like a human skeleton.” And if he had a buck for every time he’d had to explain that to a human he’d have a whole herd.

“That’s what I meant, sorry.” She narrowed her eyes, then leaned over and slapped both hands to Sans’s cheeks.

He flinched, hard, but the impact - despite its force - did no actual damage. He stifled the urge to slap her hands away. “What’chu up to, huh?”

“Your face feels funny.” She tapped her fingertips against his cheekbones. “You feel kinda soft.”

He growled. He wasn’t used to being touched, and having someone - even someone so small - put her hands on his face was really uncomfortable. “You can stop that now, kid. Don’t make me remove you.”

She paused, then looked him in the eye sockets. She must have been able to read some part of his expression because she snatched her hands away and sat back into her chair. “Sorry, Mr. Sans.”

“‘Tsokay. Just...don’t do that again, yeah? You wouldn’t want me to put my hands all over your face, would’ja? No? Then don’t do it to other people.”

“But you’re so cool!"

He coughed. “That’s no excuse, kid. You gotta ask before you do that to someone.”

“Why?”

“It’s...polite?”

She tilted her head to the side. “But you don’t care about being polite. You’re a asshole.”

“Just...it’s...yer mom’d kill me if I taught you bad habits, okay? And it makes people uncomfortable, and I know you’re too young to really understand yourself in relation to others but you don’t do things like that, okay? You’ll learn as you get older.”

“Okay.”

“And it’s kinda rude to call people assholes. Just...while we’re on the topic.”

She giggled. “Okay. But you still are one.”

“You got that right.”

Silence.

He rubbed the back of his vertebrae. “Ooookay, then. Uh, what’s left on the list?”

Attie ran into the kitchen and consulted the note. “Art!” she called back.

“Huh? Art? What kind of pansy school bullshit is that?”

The girl stomped back into the dining room. “My favorite."

“...Oh.” He pondered this. “So...what do you do for ‘art?’ I don’t know a damn thing, but isn’t art pictures and stuff?” Hadn’t Boss called his spaghetti ‘art’ at some point? Did that count?

“I mean...I guess I can color,” she said. “I have my coloring pencils in my bag!”

“Okay, but...aaaand she’s gone.” Sans pondered chasing after the kid, but decided it would be too much effort. He was tired. Between keeping up with Attie and texting Frisk periodically throughout the day, he really just wanted a nap.

She returned a few minutes later with a box of pencils and a pad of paper. She didn’t say anything or ask questions - a miracle, given how the rest of her schoolwork had gone - but instead hummed to herself as she emptied the box of pencils across the table and began to draw.

The scratching of the paper and the off-key humming was...strangely calming, actually…

“Mr. Sans!”

“Hrk-wha?” He sat up quickly and looked around. When had he put his head on the table?

Attie was leaning towards him. Her pencils were packed up and sitting neatly atop a small pile of loose papers. “You were asleep,” she said.

“Oh. Uh, sorry, kid.”

“‘Tsokay. Mommy takes naps sometimes too. I don’t usually take naps anymore ‘cause I’m a big girl now, but Mommy says that sometimes grown-ups work too hard and have to take naps.”

“Yeah, sometimes.” He was feeling pretty groggy.

“Also, your phone was ringing.”

“Shit!” He dug around in his pocket until he found the offending hunk of metal.

“Bad word!” Attie howled.

Frisky Dreamer 3:25 PM Sans, you’re late for your check-in. Just because I’m drugged into unconsciousness does not excuse you not sending an update and stuff. I am so high right now Ignore that last one

Frisky Dreamer 4:03 PM Sans, I haven’t heard from you in two horse. Hours.

Frisky Dreamer 4:22 PM SNAS, ANSER UR DAM PHONE!

“Uh, kid? Don’t you have a phone too?”

“No...oh! Wait!” She pushed herself back from the table and tottered off down the hallway. Sans sighed and tapped out a message.

You 4:26 PM Were doing art Kid really drew me into it

The response was immediate.

Frisky Dreamer 4:26 PM You fell asleep again, didn’t you.

You 4:27 PM Hey do u wanna have us come visit u or not

Frisky Dreamer 4:27 PM Whatever.

He grinned. Apparently, that worked on both mother and daughter. Speaking of which… “Kid? You find that phone? We need to head out if we’re gonna go see your mom.”

“I found it!” She returned with the phone in all its pink and blue glory. “I have a message from Mommy, see?”

There was, indeed, a message from Frisk asking (in a much nicer tone) how her day was going.

“Hey, what’s that less-than-three thing mean?”

“Oh. It’s a soul! See?” She held the phone on its side.

“That’s...weird. And isn’t that upside down?” Sans flipped the phone on its other side.

“But I’m a human! Our souls go the other way.”

“Oh. Right. Anyways, are you ready to go see yer mom? I’d better let her see for herself that you’re in one piece. I don’t think she believes that I haven’t eaten you yet.”

Attie giggled, but awkwardly bundled into her coat and shoes anyways. She seemed to be struggling with her shoelaces. It was funny to watch.

“You, uh, got that, kid?”

“Maybe. These aren’t my favorite shoes. My favorite shoes are pink and they have flowers on them and they light up when I walk, which is why they’re my favorite. Those ones have velcro on them so I don’t have to tie them, but these ones just have shoelaces.”

Sans nodded noncommittally. He briefly considered helping her but…

...Nah.

She eventually knotted them into submission and tucked the ends of the laces inside the top of her shoes. Shrugging, she grabbed the stack of papers and tucked them under her arm. “Okay! I’m ready!”

“Uh...what’s with that stuff, kid? I thought that was your art.”

“It is! I drew pictures for Mommy. I’m gonna show her and see if she can hang them up in her hospital room. She usually hangs them up on the ‘frigerator, but there isn’t a ‘frigerator in her room I don’t think.”

“Fair enough. Okay, you ready?”

“Yep!”

He put both hands on her shoulders. “One, two,” and... teleport.

Attie grabbed onto his arms for support when they reappeared in a protected nook across the street from Ebott Medical Pavilion. “Oh! That time it wasn’t so bad!”

“Yeah. You should get used to it soon enough.”

“That’s pretty cool! Can you teach me how to do that...that…”

“‘Ts called ‘teleporting,’ kid. Disappearing and reappearing in a different place, kinda like the world’s best shortcut. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but...it can get pretty sciencey. And no, I’m pretty sure I can’t teach you how to do that, either.”

She pouted all the way up to her mom’s room.

He opened the door first, not wanting to interrupt anything, but Frisk was awake. And waiting, of course. “Sans,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument, “Why don’t you come on in.”

He came right the heck on in, one hand guiding Attie in front of him. “Say ‘hi’ to yer mom, kid.”

The girl paused for a moment, staring at her mother. Frisk did look pretty bad still. Sans hoped Attie wasn’t going to scream or cry or cause a fit; he knew he’d be blamed if she did.

“Hi,” she said in a very quiet voice.

Frisk smiled. It was the same smile she’d worn earlier when he sent her the picture of Attie and Undyne, and he fought the urge to look away. “Hey, baby girl. Won’t you come up and give me a hug?”

“I-I don’t wanna hurt you when you’re sick.”

“I’ll be okay. Just make it a gentle hug. No jumping.”

The little girl tiptoed up to the bed, leaned up, and gently put her arms around her mother. They both sighed at the same time.

“Now what did you bring me? Oh-Sans, chair.” She gestured towards the aforementioned furniture, which had been moved against a wall.

Sans sat.

“I brought you pictures!” Attie said. She laid out each page individually on the bed, covering the blanket almost entirely. “This is the room where I slept last night. See? It’s full of skeleton stuff! It belongs to a guy called Mr. Boss, but Undie said that wasn’t his real name.”

“It isn’t,” Frisk said. “His real name is Papyrus. But go ahead.”

“Oh, right. This is Mr. Pa-py-rus’s room. He let me sleep on his bed, ‘cause he said Mr. Sans’s room was pretty messy. It is, y’know.”

“Oh? When were you in Sans’s room?”

“I hid in there before lunch. Mr. Boss - I mean, Mr. Pa-py-rus - came in and was beating up Mr. Sans because of paperwork. Then Mr. Pa-pyrus tried to fight me until Mr. Sans finished the paperwork.” She held up another picture. From his vantage point, Sans could barely see three blobby figures: two black and red, one blue and pink and black. “See? Mr. Pa-pyrus is trying to fight me ‘cause I told him not to beat up Mr. Sans. Mr. Sans finished the paperwork before he stopped talking. He talked a whole lot, more than Granny Ree does sometimes.”

“Papyrus...tried to fight you.”

“Yeah. I was kinda mad that Mr. Sans did paperwork instead of saving me, but it’s all better now.”

“What?”

“He said ‘I’m sorry, kid’ and I said ‘I forgive you.’ And he said that he would’ve stopped Mr. Papyrus if he’d really started fighting, so it’s okay.”

Frisk pulled her daughter in for another hug. Over the child’s head, she gave Sans a long, intense look. He squirmed in his chair a little.

“Fine. I guess...it’s okay, if you aren’t hurt. I’ll have to have a long talk with Undyne about this, though; I don’t want you in a house where someone’s going to attack you at random.”

“It wasn’t an ‘at random!’ He tried to fight me because I told him not to beat up Mr. Sans. Remember? I told you.”

“That’s right. Hey, Attie, could you do something for me?”

“Yyyep!”

“Can you get me a drink of water? There’s a water fountain at the end of the hallway, out and to your left. Here’s my cup. Go out, fill the cup with water, and come right back so you can show me the rest of the pictures. Don’t spill.”

“Okay, Mommy!” She wiggled off the bed, careful not to wrinkle any of her drawings, and left the two adults alone.

Sans glanced at the side table. “You already have a cup of water,” he muttered.

“That’s not the point. You know that.”

He did. “Look. You know that the best way to get Boss to stand down is to give him what he wants. He wanted paperwork; I finished the damn paperwork. It’s not my fault Undyne changed her schedule without telling me.”

“If you hadn’t fallen asleep in here earlier, you wouldn’t have had to rush.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly running on a whole lotta sleep. You know, after carting you and Attie all over town last night.”

Frisk’s hand clenched the blanket over her knee, then relaxed. “I...that isn’t what I wanted to talk with you about. Sans...does that happen on a regular basis?”

“The naps? Well sure. I’m-”

“Not the naps. Don’t play dumb. You know what I’m asking about.”

The look on her face said that she was not in the mood to be messed with; she wanted answers, and she knew he could give them. Strange, that this human was the only one to realize that his stupidity was an act. “...Yeah, I know. And…”

What could he say?

“Sans?”

“Yeah. Just...I don’t know how to answer that. Boss...he gets aggressive when he’s angry, you know? And I’m one of the things that makes him angry the most. It’s my fault, really. You get it, right?” He winked.

Frisk’s expression didn’t change.

“A-anyways, I’ll watch the kid closer. She can...I dunno, hide out in my room when he’s around. I’ll clean up and everything. That way she won’t have to see it.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. I didn’t ask why it happened, or whose fault it was, or how you plan to cover it up. I asked how often it happens."

“...Not as much as you’re thinking, but more than you’d like.”

“How typically vague. Are we talking once a day? A week? A month?”

“Couple times a week? I dunno. I’ve never charted it out.”

“Alright. Alright." Frisk took a deep breath. “That stops now. Whatever you and your brother do when there aren’t kids in the house, that’s your...ah...business-”

“Hey!”

“-but I won’t have the pair of you scarring my daughter. Both of you will be on your best behavior, alright?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Mommy!” Attie shuffled in with a glass full of water, her tongue peeking out from between her lips and a look of concentration on her face. “I...almost...have...the...water...OOPS!”

She tripped over her own feet and the water spilled.

“Attie!” Frisk was halfway out of bed before she was stopped short by the plastic tubes the doctors had stabbed into her arms.

It didn’t matter much; Attie was floating gently in mid-air, faintly glowing. “Blue!” she cooed.

“Sans,” her mother said, “Put her down. Gently.”

He did.

No one spoke for a long moment.

“I’ll excuse it just this once, because it looked like you were keeping Attie from getting hurt. But if you ever - ever - use blue magic on my daughter again, I will hunt you down. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, Boss.”

Frisk slammed her hand onto the bedside table, causing both Attie and Sans to jump. “I am NOT your BOSS, Sans!”

“Yeah, uh, sure.”

A nurse popped her head into the doorway. “Everything alright in here, sweetie?”

“Yes,” Frisk said. “We’re fine. Sorry to disturb you.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble. Anytime a loved one is sick tempers run high, y’know? Y’all just take a deep breath; no worries. Oh, and visiting time is almost up, unless your honey there wants to stay the night.” The nurse wiggled her eyebrows.

It took Sans a beat to realize that the nurse meant him, not Attie, and he wanted to crawl into his own hood in embarrassment. “Nah, gotta get this kid into bed. Early mornin’ and all that.”

“Alright, then, sweet thang. Y’all take it easy and let me know if you need anything.” She closed the door gently behind her.

Sans carefully avoided looking at the humans.

“Alright, Attie; time for you to go now. Come give Mommy a kiss and head home with Sans, alright?”

There was a shuffle as Attie did as requested. “Can I come see you tomorrow? I didn’t get to show you the rest of the pictures.”

“Maybe. Mommy’s pretty tired. If everything goes well, then yeah.”

“Okay. G’night! Don’t let the bedbugs bite!”

“You too, Attie.”

“I won’t. I bet the bedbugs are scared of Mr. Papyrus.”

“I’m sure they are.”

A small hand in his interrupted Sans’s studied ignorance of the proceedings. He glanced down to find Attie grinning up at him. “Ready to go, kid?”

“Yup!”

“‘Kay, then.” He gently started to tug her out of the room.

She resisted. “Wait! You didn’t say goodbye to Mommy!”

“Uh...bye, kiddo.”

“Her name isn’t kiddo, Mr. Sans.”

“Bye...Frisk?”

The woman on the bed breathed deeply, but didn’t look at him. “Text me when you get home. You owe me a few check-ins.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They left.

#Dragonashes writes #Undertale #Underfell #The Heaven We Didn't Choose #Sans #Attie #Frisk #Homeschooling #Frisk is on pain meds #Vague discussions of abuse #Fixing problems fills Frisk with DETERMINATION #Even when they're Sans's problems #Those bed bugs are terrified of Papyrus by the way #The skeleton brothers have 0 problems with bedbugs #The lack of anything that would attract bedbugs has nothing to do with it

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nie7027 · 6 years ago

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Super5 headcanons part 3

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{{Yeah im posting it again because very few people have seen the original post and Im a simple human that craves validation, so please if you like it reblog it. I doubt ill do it again but just in case i put a nifty tag so you can block it}}