#anyway yeah dead serious I’m buying him fancy shoes for this

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my roommate just came home and gave me $100??? I’m using it on his shoes

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It was weird having other people pack her things. Granted, Katara had absolutely no free time, but it was still odd to be in the middle of a meeting and know that other people were sorting through her clothes and packing up her books.

For the fall, she was going to stay at the Avatar’s residence in Republic City with Thuy’s instructors. While Thuy was still firmly entrenched in her earthbending training, it had been common practice that all of the instructors would live together to oversee all aspects of the Avatar’s training.

Having spoken directly to Kyoshi, Thuy understood that Kuruk’s companions had been very close, so at first she had enjoyed living with them. Katara was optimistic about the situation, since she was at the very least friendly with everyone that would be there.

She was less excited about Thuy’s animal guide though. A giant catgator was not ideal to keep around.

When everything was packed and ready to go, Katara met with Rohan in the library. They still had their head shaved, but wore normal clothes. It was odd to see the blue tattoo run up the back of their head, but mostly it was due to the climate and less to do with their fashion.

“Are you ready to go?” Katara asked. Rohan turned, holding up a heavy tome.

“Can I take this?” They asked.

“Sure. But what is it?” She replied.

“A philosophy book. I think Meelo would like it.”

“Meelo?”

“Hey, me and my siblings are all complex and nuanced.” Rohan tucked the book under their arm with a smile. “Let’s head out.”

Since riding on Dawa months ago, Katara actually preferred it to normal flight travel if she was the only passenger. There weren’t a lot of flights in or out of the Poles, so the environmental cost was hefty each time. So when she could, Katara often asked Rohan for a ride. It helped since they were going in the same direction and Rohan had been staying in the Northern Air Temple.

As they walked out of the palace, Katara watched them in silence for a moment.

“Rohan?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you ever get to meet Aang?”

Rohan’s eyebrows shot up but they still looked forward.

“Well yeah. I was seven when Pop-Pop died.” They answered.

“Is it weird, being around Thuy?” Katara asked.

Rohan sighed and tilted their head from side to side.

“Sometimes. Like at her birthday party and seeing Pop sad. But he was my grandfather, you know? And he was busy with the war. Well, so was Pop. But anyway, my mom says I’m a lot like Pop-Pop so mostly I’m just glad that Thuy likes me.” They explained.

“Does Thuy talk to him?”

“Yeah, but we don’t ask.” Rohan said with a laugh. “That’s just a little too much.”

They then sighed again and rubbed the back of their head.

“Honestly, I miss my aunt Yangzom. She idolized Avatar Kyoshi and married a Kyoshi Warrior, using the excuse of protecting her spouse as a way to wriggle around her monastic vows. She kicked serious Fire Nation butt.” They said.

“Did she?” Katara asked.

“Yeah, she and aunt Jun died when the Fire Nation was taking a mining town.” Rohan cleared their throat before continuing. “Jun’s fans had been wrapped in orange robes.”

“I’m sorry Rohan.” Katara said softly.

Rohan finally turned to her and smiled. “It’s fine. It’s good to speak of the dead. It lets them know we still love and honor them.”

Katara touched her necklace and smiled back.

“Did I tell you that I think Suki and I are related because of aunt Jun?” Rohan asked excitedly. Katara laughed and shook her head.

Rohan talked about their family for the whole trip, and it was interesting to hear. They definitely had a different perspective on the Air Nomads than Tenzin, and it amused Katara to think of the future council meetings.

When they arrived at Avatar Island, Thuy was there to meet them. She had grown since her party and was as tall as Katara now. As they hugged, Katara could smell the dirt in Thuy’s hair. But as she smiled she heard a threatening hiss from the ground.

“Oh stop that.” Thuy turned and put her hands on her hips, glaring down at the catgator. “You’re old friends by now.”

“Mister Whiskers.” Katara greeted with a flat tone.

“Avatar Roku’s dragon was named Fang.” Rohan remarked playfully. “Very intimidating.”

Thuy rolled her eyes and held out her arms as she faced them.

“I was four, okay? And I didn’t have any fancy Fire Nation pride or fun Air Nomad names.” She stated. “She has whiskers and she’s dignified. Her name is Mister Whiskers.”

“How on earth did a toddler befriend a catgator?” Katara questioned.

“Let’s just say if I wasn’t the Avatar and Mister Whiskers was a regular catgator, then she would’ve gotten me and not just Uncle Farid’s arm.” Thuy replied.

“This is bizarre.” Rohan said. Thuy pouted and knelt on the ground, wrapping her arms around Mister Whiskers’ flat head.

“Hey, Mister Whiskers ate two Fire Nation soldiers for me!” She said. Both Rohan and Katara held up their hands.

“Fair enough.” Rohan said.

“Katara!” Zuko called and Katara lifted her head.

Of course she knew that her priority was in handling Thuy’s affairs, but she had been looking forward to this most of all.

“Zuko!” Rohan yelled and ran to intercept him. Katara and Thuy laughed as Rohan launched themself skyward, only to have Zuko crabwalk to make sure he caught them. Landing lightly, Rohan put their arms around Zuko and said something. Zuko only shook his head and continued walking, still carrying Rohan.

“Pop-Pop would’ve really liked you.” Rohan stated when they were all together.

“The Avatar?” Zuko asked, dipping down to let Rohan free.

“I already do like him.” Thuy said and then stuck out her tongue as Rohan rolled their eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be training?” Katara asked.

“Sifu Toph is still asleep.” Thuy said.

“We all know that’s not a real answer.” Zuko countered. Thuy stood still, trying to maintain her bluff, but finally let out a breath and ran off. Mister Whiskers moved frighteningly fast after her.

“That thing terrifies me.” Katara announced.

“Oh yeah. You do not want to run into Mister Whiskers in the middle of the night.” Zuko said and shuddered.

Their days were spent in a leisurely routine. Toph dominated most of Thuy’s time with rigorous training. Earthbenders usually split their time between strengthening their bodies and controlling their bending. Toph, a stout but slender woman, definitely had Thuy lifting weights, but spent more of her time teaching Thuy how to see with her feet.

That was what made Toph an extraordinary Bender, more so than the metalbending. She was so completely in tune with her element that she didn’t need to be a bulk of muscles to do impressive feats of strength. Thuy excelled very quickly and was excited by the prospect of being able to see in the dark.

Zuko still hovered during a lot of those training sessions as he argued with Toph about chi and specific points in the feet and hands that were important to Firebenders. As Thuy ran around without shoes, Zuko worried that she was blocking off part of her chi circulation. Toph argued that Thuy couldn’t continuously have tenderfeet, as that would lead to more injuries. Katara, always having to step in as a mediator, created a simple compromise; after every training session, Thuy had to go to undergo acupressure.

Oddly enough, the best practitioner Zuko could find was one of Azula’s former friends, and there was a bit of awkwardness when Ty Lee arrived. Luckily, she, Thuy, and Rohan were all kindred spirits and she assimilated quickly.

Ty Lee and Rohan got on remarkably well in fact. When they started to disappear, Katara tried not to ask questions.

Katara’s role hadn’t changed much from the duties she had as a queen. Instead of managing the finances and policies of the three tribes, she instead was taking a break to manage the finances and schedule of the Avatar. Gifts had to be sorted, invitations answered, and documents proofread. In the evenings, she, Zuko, and Thuy would sit together and go over various things.

Every single city-kingdom within the Earth Kingdom was upset by this arrangement. Having two heads of state directly advise the Avatar was a terrible concept on paper. And Katara would admit that there were times that she wished she could always act in the best interests of her people instead of constantly being diplomatic. But that was what always rose to the top, for both Katara and Zuko; they wanted to guide Thuy into being the best Avatar she could be.

In this rare time of peace, it was the best opportunity, and they both felt like they had earned this from their time in the war.

Also, the only thing that made Thuy actually sit and listen for the whole time was their promising to talk about their wedding plans with her.

At night, Zuko and Katara had to go their separate ways. Their unification could be a euphemism but was always a very real, tangible thing. If they were going to sleep together, it had to be approved by their people, as it would - on the stage of global politics - be two kingdoms that went to bed.

It took Katara longer and longer to fall asleep the longer she stayed on the island. When the fall ended, she would be taking Thuy on her political visits while Zuko went back to the Fire Nation. Katara would have to visit the Swamp Tribe and leave Thuy there with Toph while she continued onto the South Pole. Then, before the spring equinox, she would have to return to the North Pole.

Never would it feel like going home.

With Katara’s new position, Sokka felt more comfortable closing the shop. It was actually preferable as his business had exploded; many wealthy patrons were obviously trying to buy access to the Avatar but Sokka was smart. He and Suki had visited a handful of times already and brought piles of gifts for Thuy; all of which had been distributed to various organizations or charities and the presenters had been sent a lovely thank you note from Thuy.

Still, all in all the palace was a lonely place. It made Sokka feel weird and he made a point of avoiding the Spirit Oasis. But at the South Pole, everyone treated her differently. Katara had wanted what Sokka had, a quiet life doing enjoyable work. Instead, she ruled a kingdom split over three continents.

With a heavy sigh, Katara threw off her blanket and got out of bed. The light of the full moon trickled in from her blinds and light enough of a path for her to make it to her door.

The hallway felt the same way her body did; dry, warm, and in need of a tall glass of water. But as she made her way down to the kitchens, she heard someone clattering around.

Expecting to find Rohan rummaging through the pantry, Katara leaped into the doorway with a yell.

Zuko dropped a teapot and swore colorfully.

“Oh no! I’m sorry, I thought you were Rohan.” Katara said and rushed into the kitchen. Zuko knelt down and picked up the pieces of the teapot.

“It’s okay. I know how to repair this.” He said and stood up, holding the large pieces in his hands. He looked at them, tilting his hands slightly to catch the light in the outer glaze.

“What I love about Kintsugi is that the beauty comes from the fixing, not from the damage itself.” Zuko looked up at her and Katara suddenly felt embarrassed.

“So, want some tea?” He asked as he walked over to the counter.

“Sure, but why are you up so late?” Katara replied and followed him.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Katara pushed herself up onto the counter and watched Zuko make tea. There was an electric kettle with settings for different types of tea, but Zuko chose a metal kettle and heated it himself. It was a slow process and Katara flicked her gaze from his face to his hands.

“Why do you bend like that?” She questioned. Zuko looked up at her, confused.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re not a Firebender. You don’t do a lot of, you know,” Katara paused to make quick, jabbing punches in the air. “Firebender stuff.”

“I absolutely still do a lot of that.” Zuko retorted, clearly offended. “I am and will always be a true Firebender.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, you’re very,” Katara struggled to find the right word and strained over it. “Adaptable?”

Zuko looked down at the kettle, staring at it intensely. After a moment, he decided the water was hot enough and set it on the stove to prepare a new teapot.

“I am going to tell you something I have never told anyone.” He said as he opened up a cupboard.

Gripping the edge of the counter, Katara stayed quiet. Zuko rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out a tea tin, examining its label before replacing it.

“I met Avatar Aang.” He said.

Katara still stayed quiet and Zuko pulled out another tea tin, approving of its label and prying open the lid.

“It was just before he died. He came to the palace to speak to my grandfather. I was nine, so obviously I wasn’t allowed to officially meet him since he was trying to persuade my grandfather to stop the war.” Zuko scoffed and scooped tea into the teapot’s strainer. “I was only the son of the second born prince of the Fire Lord. I was a nobody.”

“And now you’re the Fire Lord, making his own tea in the Avatar’s house.” Katara interjected. Zuko chuckled and pointed the tea scoop at her.

“A vast improvement to be sure.” He said. He then continued making the tea and with his story.

“I snuck out that night while they were all at dinner. I remember my main reason for doing so was because we had to eat vegetarian since Aang was and I didn’t know what that meant.” Zuko poured water into the teapot and slid on the lid.

“Well, they had all been arguing and suddenly out comes this really old guy. I mean, he looked better than my grandfather, but ancient was ancient. He looked really angry and I wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, so I was terrified. I thought he was going to drag me into the dining hall or something.” Zuko shook his head and leaned against the counter next to where Katara sat, crossing his arms over his chest. “But instead, when he saw me, he just smiled. He knelt down and introduced himself to me, looking very interested in what a nine-year-old nobody had to say. And then, I’ll never forget this, he put his hand on my shoulder and looked directly at me and said, ‘Zuko, be better than them.’ And then he got up and walked away.”

Zuko paused for a moment, staring off into space, and then turned around to pour the tea. He spoke as he handed Katara her cup.

“He sent me a gift for my tenth birthday a few weeks later. Aang had written on the inside of the wrapping paper, saying he hoped I’d be friends with the next Avatar. He had died while the gift was in transit.” He concluded.

“How did that impact your bending?” Katara asked, rolling the teacup gently between her hands.

“Azula was always a better Firebender than me. But I could be a better Bender. I could be like the Avatar and respect all of the elements and use their teachings to live a more harmonious life.” Zuko brought his teacup to his lips but hesitated, suddenly laughing. “I mean, as a kid it was all because I thought I had some grand destiny and was a self important idiot. But during the war, my uncle really helped me get my head sorted and I was able to put it together.”

They drank their tea and Katara sighed in contentment.

“What are you going to do when you go home?” She asked.

“What do you mean? I am home.” Zuko replied. He set down his teacup and held Katara’s hand as she set hers down before sliding off the counter.

“I’ve put out the fire wall in the throne room, dismantled statues, and closed up other manors. I have the palace, and I have you. One for work, and one for home.” He continued softly, holding onto her chin. He kissed her and Katara’s breath fluttered in her chest.

A door opened nearby and Katara jumped, making them both laugh even as voices approached. Rohan and Ty Lee walked into the kitchen and stared.

“It’s about time you two got back.” Katara snapped. Ty Lee looked mortified while Rohan just laughed.

“What are you old farts doing up so late? It’s way past your bedtime.” They retorted.

“You’re three years younger than me.” Zuko said.

“And yet you act like my Pop.” Rohan clicked their tongue while shaking their head. “What a waste of youth.”

“Did you want any tea?” Katara asked.

“Sure!” Ty Lee chirped. Rohan went around to rummage through the pantry and found a bag of cookies, turning the quiet moment into a midnight tea party. That woke up Thuy and Toph, making the whole thing an event. They laughed and chatted, mostly about a new video game Rohan and Thuy were playing. At one point, Zuko took Katara’s hand and squeezed it. A gentle reminder that they were home.

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More than words

For my friend @oakenshieldgisborneandbuchanan. Bucky x Wife!reader

Inspired by the following imagines from @thefandomimagine:

Imagine Bucky taking care of you after you twist your ankle

Bucky. Just imagine Bucky;

Imagine having a training session with Bucky that turns into a make out session   

Imagine being pregnant with Bucky’s baby

Category: super fluff with elements of angst, spice

NOTE: this fic was written BEFORE the release of ‘Endgame’ and contains no spoilers (unless I’m suddenly clairvoyant). 

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

You’re tempted to ask “which ‘that’ are you talking about?” but as Bucky stands by the exam table you’re resting on, he is dead serious. There are literally hundreds of things you should not have done in the name of loving him. Most of them have involved getting him out of harm’s way and putting yourself in his place. That’s how you ended up in a tiny, hole-in-the-wall clinic with a sprained ankle. A hateful zealot pretending to seek an autograph got a little too grabby, culminating in weapons drawn and shots fired. He called Bucky a traitor, a murderer, and a half a dozen other things before you took him down with a poorly executed - but effective - body slam, twisting your ankle during the struggle.  

It could have been worse, and it has been. And you’d do it all over again.  

“I couldn’t just let that guy take you out,” you reply, grateful that the near-assassin is in custody.

“It’s not your job to save me.”

Easier said than done. And you definitely don’t say it. The sappiest things you’ve ever said to each other were uttered at your ceremony - a quiet affair done in secret, save for Steve’s mandatory presence, at your apartment that became your passionate wedding suite later that night. There was no fanfare to the event, just heartfelt words, sweet kisses, close friends and good food. But your vows have stayed locked in your memory. So much has happened since then. Among other things, you lost him for a time to that snap-happy giant purple maniac. From that moment on, the saying ‘actions speak louder than words’ hit you square in the gut.  

It was nothing short of a miracle that he returned to you. So you’ve vowed to make your actions big, your words few. You show him your love; words are meaningless. If Bucky doesn’t know by now just how far you’ll go to keep him on this side of the earth, he’ll never know.  

Bucky strokes two fingers over your bandaged foot, which you loosened and sloppily re-applied while he stepped away to talk with the physician’s assistant who first examined you. For a good five seconds, he looks from your hurried, bandage job to you and back again, with an expression that says, “really?”

“Nice try.”  He unwinds the fabric, then begins re-wrapping it. He makes the last few revolutions with his eyes on you.

“That’s more like it,” he says. To your delight, the tighter wrapping isn’t uncomfortable. He’s better than a doctor. But you’ve known that forever.

He finishes and secures the bandage, then surprises you with a quick kiss on the top of your covered foot. He gives you just the slightest smile, enough to set a flock of butterflies free in the pit of your stomach.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have done that,” you say, mimicking him.

His smile widens, melting you.

The doctor comes in. Thank goodness. Bucky’s “bedside manner” was about to get steamy.  

Good news. No Xrays needed. You can go home.

“It’s not a terribly bad injury, but you need to take it easy so it can properly heal,” the doctor says. “No more of whatever it is you did to sprain your ankle in the first place.” The doctor has questions in her eyes. She glances at Bucky’s arm, concealed by a jacket. Her gaze moves to his face, the bill of an army green baseball cap pulled low to partially hide his features.

The doctor turns back to you. “What exactly were you doing, anyway?”

“Jogging,” you answer. “We both were. I fell into a ditch.”

The doctor cocks an eyebrow. “Did the ditch shoot you, too? There’s a bullet hole through your jacket.”

You shrug. “It’s a fashion thing. Bought it that way.”

“Mm-hm.” The doctor’s not buying it. She rocks on the heels of her shoes and cuts another look back to Bucky. You can tell she has definitely seen him before, but not you. That’s a good thing. You are, in many ways, his cover. He neither wants nor needs to be recognized. But maybe your fierce protection has brought down his guard a little.  

That’s a bad thing.

Great. Yet another worry to upset your mind. Since his return, the two of you have yet to know what complete peace and normalcy feel like. Life seems so strange - fragile as the thinnest glass, strong as steel; deeper than unseen galaxies, shallow as a puddle. Lasts too long for those who don’t appreciate it, too short for those who cherish every moment.

Everything seems so confusing sometimes, and you don’t have the words to express it. You and Bucky once talked about starting a family. Now, you’re not so sure you can keep him from the madness of this world and bring another human into it. 

After a lecture about proper jogging form, safe running surfaces, and bad fashion fads, the doctor says, “I’ve written you a prescription for pain, and I think we can drum up some crutches that are appropriate for your height. But you really just need to rest. Get waited on hand and foot. Pun intended.”

***

At your apartment, Bucky places an arm around your waist while you drape yours across the back of his broad shoulders, hobbling toward your door. You’ve never been so glad to live on the first floor.

“You sure you don’t want me to bring in the crutches?” he asks, opening the door.

“Ugh. Overkill.” Forget those things. It’s more trouble learning how to walk with them than just hobbling. Besides, you never realized how good it feels to lean on Bucky.

All at once, he turns and scoops you into his arms before you know what’s happening. You could protest, but honestly, it feels nice, and you’re tired.

“We didn’t even do this on our honeymoon,” you say. “Oh, wait. We didn’t have one.”

“This isn’t one, either,” he replies, shutting the door with a swift backward kick, “but as soon as you’re well - ”

“Hold on.” You twist your body a bit to press your thumbprint to the security system’s bio-ID pad, turning off the security system. You reset the alarm, then slide the old-fashioned metal locks into place - all ten of them. Your idea, of course.

“Overkill,” he says in a low voice, but of course you hear him. You growl and lightly bite the tip of his ear until he laughs.

After repositioning yourself in his arms, he walks you to the faded denim couch. He props your head and feet up with pillows. After briefly disappearing into the bedroom, he returns with a magnificent, jewel-toned quilt, a gift from King T’Challa. Coming from Wakanda, there is more to it than meets the eye. 

Princess Shuri calls it a kimoyo sheath. Once on, the colors fade and the entire piece turns black, highlighted with symbols, just like the beads, but the sheath’s symbols correspond to the body’s various systems. It conforms to your body, providing cocoon-like comfort. But it does so much more. The sheath’s keen sensors regulate core temperature; run full-body checks; make diagnoses; suggest treatment for illnesses, and in some cases, provide it. 

A thin blue light illuminates on top of your twisted ankle, following by words: Grade 1 Ankle Sprain. After the diagnosis is translated into different languages, the bottom section of sheath clings to the affected area and gives it an infusion of enveloping, soothing cold.

“Wow.” You’re in absolute awe. In the past, the sheath has picked up on cramps, shoulder dislocation, bruised hips, gas, and impending diarrhea. You tested it a lot after you first received it, just messing around, but then life got in the way of goofing off. This thing is brilliant. You should use it more often. 

“Check this out!” you call, suddenly realizing Bucky has been quietly puttering in the open kitchen. “We could have just come home and used this fancy blankie instead of going to that understaffed clinic.”

“Couldn’t risk it. I thought you’d broken your ankle.” 

You hear him moving things around in the open kitchen, but you’re too zonked to sit up and check. “Hey, what are you doing in there?” you ask.

“You’ll see.” He enters the room holding a tray with a sandwich, a glass of water with a twist of lemon, and your prescription bottle sitting next to it.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you say with a grateful smile. But he doesn’t respond. He’s frozen.

“Bucky? What’s wrong?”

He drops the tray. 

“Are you OK?” The words screech from your throat as you sit up and swing your legs to the floor. Did that maniac from earlier today get to Bucky - slip him something without either of you noticing? That’s impossible! You were on that clown like white on rice before he could fire off another shot.

“No, no. Lay back down,” Bucky says, stepping over the mess and kneeling beside the couch.

“Why?” You put your feet back on the pillow but sit with your elbows propped up. You can’t fully relax until you know what’s going on.

“The blanket,” he says. He sighs through a warm smile, his eyes soft.

“Yeah. It’s cooling my sprained foot. Pretty amazing, huh?”

“Not as much as this.” He places his hand below your belly button, under the blue words. 

You sit up higher and look down at the scrolling translations.

Ukuthomba - amaviki amane.

Zwangerschap - vier weken.

Schwangerschaft - vier wochen.

Gestation - four weeks.

“What the!” Your eyes double in size. “Gestation, as in p-pregnant? When and how?”

He shrugs, his smile lighting up the room. “Like it said, four weeks ago. The rest, I think you know.”

You rewind your memories. Four weeks, four weeks... Debriefings. Training, lots of training, in preparation for possible new threats. Installing the metal locks while practicing some back kicks. Testing the integrity of the door by having him press against you, your back to the thick steel. A quick, stolen kiss. A shared laugh over a dumb joke. A serious lesson in defensive moves, winter soldier-style. Another quick, distracting kiss. A knee to the groin that was only supposed to make him flinch, not make contact. Him, pretending to double over in pain. You, swatting his shoulder when you realized he played you. Kiss number three, deeper and more urgent. Breathlessness. Peeling clothes away...

And ZERO protection.

“Wow,” you breathe, closing the delicious memory and finishing up a few quick mental calculations. The timing makes sense. “So that’s how that works.”

“Mystery solved.” Bucky chuckles through his brilliant smile, then kisses your cheek, the tip of your nose, your mouth. Tenderly, lovingly.

“Talk to me,” he says.

Of all the things you thought he’d say, that isn’t one of them. You’re not ready for words. You shake your head. “I don’t know what to say. Nothing seems sufficient.”

“Talk. to. me.”

It takes you another second or so to gather the words, but surprisingly, they come. You tell him the truth: that you’re happy - shocked, but happy. That even if you weren’t pregnant, you’d be happy, because he’s with you, and together you make a damn fine team. That you’re a little scared - not just about the baby and how life will change, but about him. That you’re afraid you’ll miss something and he’ll be taken from you again. That you can’t be everywhere and you won’t always be by his side. That you never want to leave him vulnerable.

Saying the things on your heart is healing. There is so much more to loving this man than protecting him.

“Make no mistake,” you add, “carrying a child isn’t going to stop me from kicking ass.”

“I know.” He strokes your hair. “But promise me this: you’ll remember that we’re in this together. You don’t have to shoulder everything. I’ll be more vigilant, more careful. And we’re going to have a real honeymoon, and your only job is to relax and be happy with me.” He rubs your belly and smiles broadly. “With us.”

Joyous tears streaming down your face as you nod enthusiastically and kiss his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, telling him how much you love him. With his warm cheek against yours, he trembles in your embrace. That’s when you realize he’s at the most vulnerable point you’ve ever seen him, and he’s going to be just fine. 

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Pinky (Part 1/2)

“Stop being such a brat, she’ll only be here for a little while. At least until the shelter comes and collects her.” Hakyeon chided the youngest member of his pack. “I’ve arranged it with the shelter, they are coming in three working days’ time, most likely in the afternoon,” Taekwoon voiced from behind and made his way to the, well to put it simply, the mutt lying on a couple of towels, courtesy of Jaehwan, in the middle of their living room and cooed, “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.” 

Sanghyuk pulled a face and threw his body onto the ground. “She’s going to be so much trouble!” “You’re more trouble.” Came Taekwoon’s snarky reply all the way from their shared bathroom. “She’s just a little girl, how much trouble can she cause.” Hakyeon prodded his outstretched leg with his own and left the sulking teenager to his own devices to oversee Taekwoon and their guest.

Pinky was her new name, upon Taekwoon’s insistence. Because she was a girl and she had a pink spot on her black nose. “But that’s sexist.” Cried Wonshik, So Pinky it was, and their opinions were all invalid. “No, it’s a black spot on a pink nose!” Ken defended. Since Wonshik was deemed dangerous to sleep with due to his erratic sleep-induced movement and Taekwoon didn’t think that Pinky should room with the devil that is Sanghyuk, their shared room immediately fell out of the running for ‘Pinky’s Bedroom’. Hongbin also felt that a small room with four long-limbed grown men wasn’t the best place for a fragile pup either so Taekwoon volunteered to sleep in the living room with her until the shelter comes to take her. 

She was brought back to the dormitory by Taekwoon, wrapped up in his own jacket and half starved. Her short coat of brown and white hairs were terribly matted and she was covered in filth. Her left ear bore a tear, probably the work of an accident that occurred without proper care after. Nearby, the carcass of a larger dog that looked strikingly similar to Pinky, lay, swamped with rats. Poor Pinky, was crouched in a corner, weakly barking to fend off any of the larger rats that had tried to attack her, or at least that was the story Taekwoon had fed the members when he came home with a mongrel in his arms. 

“Your story doesn’t add up. How could you see that the dead dog looked like Pinky when she was being eaten by rats?” Sanghyuk questioned.

“I just could.” The elder replied stiffly. 

Hongbin and Jaehwan had been sent to buy necessities for Pinky and they came back with more than what they actually needed for three days. “Who asked you to buy a kilogram of food? She’s going to be here for three days.” Hakyeon stared at their purchases incredulously. “Yeah but we figured-“, Ken started, “No you mean you figured.” Hongbin sighed. “Yeah okay, same difference. We figured that Pinky must be so starved that she would need a lot of food.” 

“Then how about all these toys and this fancy bed?” Hakyeon’s eyes widened when he saw the packages toys and treats that were hidden inside a folded up dog bed that felt way more comfortable than the mattresses they were using.

“They were all discount items, I swear! Taekwoon said go buy something nice for her!” 

Hongbin tries to forget that he had a part in the shopping too. 

  After dinner time, the first accident happens and it dawns on the boys, what Sanghyuk meant by trouble. They soon learnt that Pinky was definitely a stray and that strays were not toilet trained and that meant that she did not understand that she should have done her business on the pink pee tray that Jaehwan had laid out by the entrance of their communal bathroom and not by Wonshik’s weights.

“Well? Clean it!” Sanghyuk eyed Hongbin who in turn looks at Jaehwan who was glancing around, trying to find another living thing to make eye contact with. “I can’t believe you guys didn’t see this coming.” 

“Should we wait for Taekwoon and Hakyeon to come home-“, Jaehwan picks up his phone, wanting to call the two older boys about their messy situation. 

“No, I’ll clean it. The house will smell if we wait for them. It’s just two tiny turds and the smallest puddle of pee I’ve ever seen.” Hongbin sighs. 

Sanghyuk crouched down to Pinky with angry eyes and pointed to the mess she made. “You shouldn’t pee and poop around the house. Bad dog!” Scooping her up, he brought her to the pee tray and pointed to it. “You do things here!” 

“Stop that, she can’t understand you.” Jaehwan watches the younger worriedly. 

“They said dogs were smart.” Sanghyuk grunted in response and looked down at Pinky. She simply stared back at him with a pair of large eyes, full of innocence. “Stop looking at me like that.” 

The next day, Hakyeon was out since the early morning, barely hours after he came home late from his radio schedule, Hongbin was off to emcee another music program, Taekwoon and Jaehwan were at their musical rehearsals and Wonshik was in his work studio, leaving Sanghyuk alone at home. With Pinky. 

“Stop following me around, I don’t like you.” He sighed, pushing the puppy away with his foot when she approached him for the hundredth time that morning as he walked to the kitchen to get a drink. “I really don’t like you. All the other guys treat you like some princess but you’re really ugly you know.” He turns away from her and going back to his room, shutting the door behind him. 

He reappeared in front of her again at noon and she greeted him enthusiastically, waving her mangled tail and for a second, he found that sort of cute in a weird way and rewards her with a small smile but it doesn’t last for long when he saw the mess she created in the living room and the other bedroom that housed all the other boys, sans Wonshik. There were ripped up paper all over the living room floor and a chewed up shoe which belonged to him, torn clothes that were obviously pulled off the drying rack, socks strewn all over, and in the bedroom, pee over their blankets. 

“You!” Sanghyuk glared, pointed a finger at Pinky as she crouched to the ground guiltily. “You really love making life difficult for me don’t you. The others are going to be mad at me. They’re never mad at you.” He muttered bitterly. “I hate this stupid dog. Stupid Taekwoon and his stupid rescues. You know what? I hope no one adopts you at the shelter and they put you to sleep!” 

Without any suspense, he received a good nag from Hakyeon and Pinky only got more cuddles from Taekwoon. 

That night, he felt something warm burrow it’s way next to him from under his blankets. In shock, he yelped and shoved the thing and it hit a pile of bags and whimpered. Whimpered? He squinted into the darkness and realised that it was Pinky. She had crept in through the crack he had left in case it got too stuffy. “Pinky? Aren’t you supposed to be out there with Taek?” he mumbled, half asleep but he was too tired to think. 

In the morning, he woke up to the feeling of a little tongue licking his eyelids and the sounds of panic from the living room with the faint, “Pinky’s gone missing!” With an arm over his eyes, he opened them to find Pinky right in front of his face, giving him a wet good morning. “Ugh, now I need to cleanse my eyes..”

“Hyuk! Wake up! Pinky is- oh.” The Hakyeon’s aditation quickly faded into realisation. “Hey, Taekwoon, no need to call the cops, she’s in Hyuk’s room.” 

“The cops? Seriously? For this stupid dog that no one wants?” he rolled his eyes. “Don’t be rude, kid.” Taekwoon appears at his door frame. “What is she doing in your room, I though you didn’t like Pinky.” 

“How do I know? She came here herself.”

“Anyway, we need you to do something for us. We all have work today except you so we’ve left you some money. If it’s not enough we’ll give you some more when we get back. We can’t believe this slipped out mind but could you take her to the vet?” Hakyeon asked. 

“The vet?” Sanghyuk stared at him.

“Yes, the vet. We should have brought her there at the start but it slipped our minds and we were too busy but no excuse, of course.”

“The vet. For what? She’ll be gone by tomorrow afternoon anyway.” He shook his head in protest, throwing his blanket off and standing up, with Pinky clamouring at his feet, excited for him to be up. 

“Hey, Han Sanghyuk. We took her off the streets. That means we have a responsibility over her life now. If anything is wrong with her, we need to know. I would go there myself but I cannot pass on my commitments. I don’t care how much you dislike her, the five of us have already decided to care for her like she was ours until she leaves and you’re on our team so you play your part regardless of your feelings towards her although I don’t see how anybody can hate Pinky. You’re going to go and I want to see the doctor’s report.” 

Taekwoon had the last word and that was final. 

“She’s about five months old, no microchip, most of her injuries have healed but you can see on the x-ray that she has a small growth around her left front limb from a fracture that healed on its own. She’s a tough girl.” The vet smiled at Pinky and then to him. “She has a few skin problems but nothing serious, it’ll go away in time. Her ears have ear mites but I’ll give you some pyrethrin for that. Other than that, she’s good!” he sighs in relief because if anything was wrong with Pinky, the other guys would definitely have problems with letting her go.

The cashier calls for Pinky and he pays, silently gagging at the costs of a mere check-up and some cream for a puny dog and heads home, hoping that one of them would be around because he has no idea what to do with her. 

“Hey Pinky. You won’t see me again tomorrow. Will you miss me? I’ve been pretty awful to you, I’m sure you won’t miss me.” He pulls her onto his lap and shakes the bottle of ear cleaner as per the instructions. She sniffs at the bottle curiously. He lifts her good ear and peers inside her ear hole and grimaces. “Pinky, your ears are really gross. I need to get paid for doing this.” He brings the ear cleaner close to her ear and she yelps, scaring Sanghyuk. 

“You brat... “ 

 There’s a glint in his eye as Pinky dashes across the room, heading for the pile of dirty laundry behind the kitchen. 

“Pinky and I are friends now.” He announces when everyone is home and exhausted. “She didn’t let me clean her ears with the medicine and we played hide and seek for hours but finally I caught her and she’s good now.” He grins proudly. He has a hand on Pinky’s belly and he’s giving her tummy scratches as if he never had a bone to pick with her but the others were too tired to notice. Wonshik was already asleep in the room, Jaehwan and Hongbin were having their supper and Hakyeon was busy memorising his lines in his bedroom. 

“What did the doctor say?” Taekwoon asks tiredly from his position on the living room floor. 

He hands over the doctor’s report. 

“That’s good, I guess tomorrow, she’ll leave us.” Taekwoon looks a little heartbroken when Pinky goes up to him and places her paws on his knee. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing that Hakyeon and I won’t be around to see her go.”

“Yeah.”

“Be good to her before she leaves our home.”

“Okay.” 

VIXX x Puppy Drabble! Something I wrote a while back (You can tell by the fact that Hakyeon is doing a drama and not in the army oops), but didn’t know if I should post it or not. Hope you guys like it!

[renn-and-the-trashcan]

Idiot by Association

THREE. THOUSAND. SEVEN HUNDRED. AND SIXTY SIX WORDS. What the hell me?! It’s not even the day of the prompt anymore, it’s past midnight! But that shows how much I put into this I guess. I just hope this doesn’t continue, or else I’ll be ruined before the end of the week 2.

Swear warning. I really need to remember to include these.

Week 1, day 4 prompt: Alternate Universe version of PTA. Universe: PTA Underfell

Sans sighed, looking at himself in the mirror, anxious. He was wearing the nicest non-suit he had, a fancy schmancy red dress shirt, a nice pair of black pants Papyrus recommended, brown dress shoes, and a sky blue tie that Frisk gave them (he didn’t care if it didn’t go with the outfit, he was going to goddamned wear this bloody amazing gift the kid went out of their to get him, clashing or not).

Papyrus peered into the bathroom where Sans was, taking a look at him. “Ahh, there you are! Still getting dressed, are we brother?”

Sans looked over, yet again sighing. “Yep… Watchya think?”

Papyrus looked him up and down, commanding him to turn so that he could see the back. Finally, he said “It will do. My research indicates this to be a semi-formal attire event in terms of apparel, so that should do you well brother, though I recommend gloves to go with it. Just do not say watchya during the proceedings, keep yourself formal and respectable! We’re representing monsterkind and- more importantly- Frisk here! Understood?!”

Sans nodded, they’d been through it all before. “Got it bro.” he turned back to the mirror, checking his teeth for anything before quickly turning back to Papyrus. “Hey, wait, why aren’t you goin’ to this thing instead of me?!”

Papyrus quickly answered “Because Sans, Frisk ask you to attend as opposed to me!” He struck a flaunting pose to show off the wonderful suit jacket he was wearing. “Besides, me and Frisk are going shopping! We’re going to pick out various outfits for Frisk!”

As much as Sans wanted to argue or let out a sigh at least, all he could do was look away and smile at how excited Papyrus was to buy outfits with Frisk (something he knew nothing about, thus Papyrus’s help with his own outfit).

It didn’t matter how shitty this whole thing was, so long as it made Frisk and Papyrus happy.

Papyrus interrupted his train of thought. “The meeting is in thirty eight minutes Sans! I expect you to be at the door in approximately eight at maximum!”

Sans sighed, holding back a chuckle as Papyrus walked off. He looked in the mirror again. Teeth clean, golden tooth twinkling to a shine, face washed, clothes “dapper” as Alphys had told him…

He kept wondered if he should do anything about the crack in his skull, until he heard Papyrus shout “FIVE minutes Sans!”

___________

As Papyrus and Frisk drove off, Sans looked around the front of the school. He remembered scoping this place out once (he wanted to make sure Frisk would be safe), and he’d been here plenty of times to pick up Frisk on his motorcycle (which kids really seemed to like for some reason), but otherwise he’d never gotten to know the place.

He began walking to the front doors of the school, feeling more and more anxious and glad Papyrus had given a pair of gloves in the car (they went with his outfit, and hid his sweaty, bony palms).

He walked through the wide open door, and looked around. He immediately noticed a whiteboard pointing him in the direction of the meeting, and so walked down the hall it pointed, taking his time to see what the school looked like along the way.

After walking through a few halls and past some classrooms (nothing of interest to Sans), he saw another whiteboard next to a doorway, and made his way inside.

The room was fairly large, tables pushed off to the sides with food and beverages laid out on them and a circle of chairs in the middle for approximately thirty people. Sans was quick to count heads, eighteen people present aside from him, one of them standing next to the door in a suit with a clipboard.

The man stared at Sans for a moment, before clearing his breath and saying “Uhh- Sorry, sir, but this is a PTA meeting for the teachers and parents of students attending this school.”

Sans nodded, confused. “Uhh, yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here.”

The man stared at him, much more confused than before, and quickly looking over his clipboard (list of attending parents, if Sans had to guess). After a brief moment, he looked back up and told him “I- Uhh… I’m sorry to say, but you seem to be mistaken somehow. No monsters have chosen to-”

“Been allowed to.” Sans corrected him.

He continued. “No monsters have chosen to attend this school, so I fail to see how you could possibly be one of our parents tonight.”

Sans shook his head, somehow unsurprised. Looking him straight in the eyes, he explained “My name is Comic Sans MS Gaster, my kid’s name is Frisk.”

The man seemed to recognize the name Frisk, as he began scanning over his clipboard again to check. He put his finger to the board, underlining something with it before grabbing a pen from his pocket and marking it off. He turned back up to Sans and held out a hand. “Well- uhm, I’m pleased to meet, Mr.Gaster. I’m Henry Pascuzzi.”

Sans grasped his hand, giving him a firm shake and a smile. “Pleased to meet ya Henry, but just call me Sans.” He didn’t like going by his last name, and would have prefered Frisk not have taken it if possible (unfortunately not by human law).

Henry nodded. “Anyway, the meeting should start in fifteen minutes. Feel free to get to meet the other parents.”

Sans nodded in return, turning back to the rest of the room and noticing how, by now, all seventeen other people were staring at him. Some seemed confused, some angry or fearful, one or two simply curious.

He bit back a retort aimed towards them all and walked into the  general room, trying to look around innocuously as though he didn’t notice their blatant staring.

He decided to walk over to one of the food tables, one without anyone, and looked around at all the non-magical food he couldn’t eat. Lemon squares, some brownies, homemade fruit punch, all delicious sounding…

But again, he couldn’t eat any, so he considered what it was he should do.

“Excuse me, but have we met before?” Sans turned, and saw a man wearing a light brown jacket, a tshirt, and a pair of jogging pants, clearly unfamaliar to him.

Sans let out a chuckle, answering “Yep, we totally did. Remember it like it was yesterday… My adopted kid asked me to attend the PTA meetings at their school and you walked up to me because monsters don’t attend the school. Wait, that’s right now, whoops.” He let his joking expression fall, about to bite back with a proper retort before realizing he should probably not make these people hate him. Instead, he put out his hand with a serious expression. “Call me Sans, your name?”

He swallowed any spit he had sitting around his mouth and shook it, saying “Name’s Dan. So- errmm, you’re a skeleton, huh?”

Sans nodded, keeping his serious expression. “Got a problem with that?”

Danny’s eyes widened as they quickly shook their head.

Sans let out a small burst of laughter at their scared expression. “Ahh, don’t worry Dan, you’re already doin’ better than a lotta of people by just talkin’ to me.” He leaned against the wall and asked “So, you a parent?”

Dan nodded, slightly eased by the laughter yet slightly unnerved by how Sans laughed. “Errm, y-Yes! My kid’s name is Nick. He’s a quiet kid, but he behaves and is friendly enough, smart too.”

Sans let out a chuckle. “I can relate, pretty sure my kid’s selectively mute. Err- Frisk. That’s their name.” He never did well with social interaction. Growing up it was either “They might kill you so analyze everything” or “I love you but man you are an asshole,” resulting in lackluster communication capabilities.

He nodded, before pausing for a moment. “Wait… Frisk, as in the kid vouching for monsters?”

Sans took a deep breath, understanding that Dan was probably not meaning what it felt like, like he was judging them and his child for being goddamned decent people. “Yeah, that’s them. Guess it explains how I got to be their Dad, huh?”

Dan shrugged. “I don’t know, you seem pretty good to me. You’re coming here after all just because- uhh... they asked you to. Makes sense they’d want you as a parent.”

Sans stared at them, utter shock in both his eyes.

“Uhh…” Dan asked “Are… Are you okay, Sans? You’re not- like, having a stroke or anything, are you? D-Do I need to get a doctor?!”

Sans slowly began to shake his head, laughing out loud in honest to god relief and in part simply at how much they freaked out the guy. “Nah, nah, don’t worry pal, I’m all fine!” He took a deep breath, relieved this guy wasn’t an asshole. “So… You a stay at home dad, or what do ya do for a living?”

________

Sans and Dan sat down next to each other on one end of the circle, Dan insisting so as to help Sans become acquainted if need be (they had just spent the last twenty minutes or so talking and getting to know one another).

The man from the door, Henry, stood up and spoke to the almost thirty adults. “Well hello there today, welcome to this month’s PTA meeting. Today, we have someone new joining us, on account of their child only recently joining our school. Sans, would you please stand up?”

Everyone already knew who the new person was, now they just knew his name. Sans stood up, once again feeling the eyes of everyone on him, though this time with less confusion than previously. More were simply curious, some had left behind their confusion for fear, while a few tried to give warm (if awfully quiet) greetings and welcomings to him, a few still staring at him with anger and hatred.

Not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do, he gave a small wave and sat back down, making note of the few who seemed to almost want him dead (he very well knew the difference between them and the ones who wanted him dead, none of the people here thankfully).

Henry continued on, saying “Now then, I have some notes written down here for various complaints different parents have as well as various topics from the district and the the board, as well as the national PTA, so let us begin.”

Sans sat there, not sure how to handle this. Should he deal with it like when he tried to gather information (pretending to sleep but listening in the whole time)? Should he be trying to sit there and stay businesslike? A few people were wearing t shirts, would it be okay if he just lied back and roughly listened to what was going on?

He decided to sit there attentively to start, and to see where to go from there.

_____________

It was the most dreadful hour of his life.

He did his research to know what to expect, but this was boring him to death still. Spending budgets, cafeteria food, some political stuff involving guns and putting guards in schools (which, though he agreed with the concept, he didn’t trust any of these fuckers with a gun around his child), all boring garbage.

He was just lying back lazily in his chair by now. Eventually, he knew they were getting close to the end, when Henry finally said “Well, that’s a rap for today. The next meeting will be scheduled-”

“Uhm, excuse me?” A woman had interrupted, who Sans glanced over to. He recognized them as one of the ladies who seemed to hate his ribs, as well as a massive idiot based off half the garbage they spouted throughout this meeting.

He could see how Henry froze up slightly, how he held back his sigh as he said “Yes, Linda?”

Linda stood up (as people had been doing throughout the meeting), and said “I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t bring up my complaints regarding LGBT issue we’re facing?”

Sans’s shoulders stiffened, as he rolled his head over the back of his chair slightly for a bit of a better look (still just lying back lazily).

Henry nodded, obviously feigning confusing and looking through the cards he had on his clipboard. Sans could see them cycling through back to a previous card they had discussed, but he acted as though it were a new card. “Oh, yes, here it is. Linda here had quite a bit to say about LGBT expression and tolerance in our school and district, and ultimately given all they had to bring up regarding it I believe it may be best if they lead us temporarily to talk about it and what we all think on the matter.” He sat down, giving the stage to this Linda lady while clearly hoping that people would stand up to her.

Linda smiled, akin to a grinning canine Sans thought (he’d know). She said “Well, recently quite a few of our older students- mostly ages nine through thirteen- seem to be defining themselves by these ridiculous labels that keep getting created by our society and seemingly doctors as well.”

Sans was intrigued. Either it seemed they were going to comment on something important along the lines of people judging others and forcing them into roles, or say something incredibly stupid and phobic about those who fall under the LGBT spectrum.

She continued “Many students seem to be pursuing unnatural and unhealthy relationships at a young age, society seemingly fixing it into their minds that these are truly parts of their identity.”

Sans gritted his teeth and sat up, making as though to yawn but in fact fully engaged.

“Recently, I have had students saying to me that they identify as either a boy or a girl, whatever is opposite to their actual sex, as well as some students saying that they don’t identify with either, or it changes. We have had a few students coming into school wearing the most ridiculous outfits for what they are supposed to be wearing and being ridiculed by other students.”

Sans spoke up for the first time this meeting, saying “I understand I am new here, but I have not heard of such a thing from my child. They say that they find this school to be an accepting place for them with much less harassment and bullying compared to their old school. As it is I fail to see the issue unless there are students who are being targeted, though your phrasing makes it sound as though, well… It sounds like your concern is with changing those supposedly targeted rather than reprimanding those responsible for the bullying themselves.”

Linda stared at him in appalled shock that he’d speak to her, and in such a way that most members found satisfyingly articulate. “I’m sorry Mr.Skeleton-”

“Sans.”

“-but you don’t seem to understand how this school works,” she continued on. “There is no reason for the mass to conform simply for the one. I can assure that there has been issues regarding students and harassment, and it’s better for everyone that those who decide to put on these ridiculous labels simply go on as they should. I actually have a list of students who have been caught breaking school conduct and dressing in ways inappropriate for their proper-”

“Let me see.” Linda had pulled a note out of her pocket, which suddenly went flying across the room and into Sans’ hand as he interrupted her.

He began to read over the list. Dennis Hartworth, Kellum Smith, Nit Mahamud, Kaily Brentworth, Frisk Gaster, Elij-

“Why the hell is Frisk on this list?” Sans demanded, pupil glowing a fiery green as he squeezed the note in his burning fist.

Everyone stared at Sans, not only for the magic he used in snatching the list but also because of how furious he sounded. After a moment, Linda answered “Well, Frisk has been going around wearing ridiculous ensembles not appropriate for-”

Sans stood up, the page burning away in his hand. “For what? For their IDENTITY?! The one thing nobody can take away from them as hard as they try?! Or inappropriate for your fucking bigotry-”

“That is enough! That is enough for today!” Henry stared between Sans and Linda, sighing. He continued “We can continue this at another date. The board has recommended that we meet once every two weeks instead of once a month, so keep a look on the school website or visit our staff in the office for the new schedule. If some of you can not attend, that is fine. Please feel free to come speak to me if you have any concerns or questions, alright?”

The general circle nodded, content to leave things right here for now.

Sans and Linda stared at each other, Linda doing her best to stand tall to this short angry skeleton, while Sans did his best to get his temper in check and to calm down his soul and flaming eye.

As nobody said anything, Henry said “Well, I hope all of you have a great night, see you all in two weeks.”

Everybody else stood up, and most people went to grab their chair and take over to the corner of the room and pile them into a stack.

As Dan did the same, he tapped Sans on the shoulder and nodded towards his own chair, before Sans finally turned away from Linda and went to put it away himself.

Dan then said “Sans, don’t bother with Linda, she’s not worth it. Most of us disagree with her so usually any arguments go our way.”

Sans shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, that I ain’t gonna let an idiot like go and-”

“I get it I get it!” Dan interrupted. “I’m just trying to warn you, she’s a pain you don’t need or want, trust me.”

Still, even as they stacked the chairs they’d been using, they couldn’t help but think about how much they wanted to throttle them.

He saw Henry walking over to them, so he turned to face him and asked “Yo, Henry. Why did Frisk get in trouble for-”

“It’s not that, it’s not that.” Henry explained. “While indeed it has been pointed out by some people, the real issue was with the bathrooms. Some days Frisk would use the women’s washroom, while other days they’d use the men’s. It was a legal issue that a few people complained about so I had to have a discussion with them. We came to the conclusion they could choose one type of bathroom, and stick to that one as well as the unisex handicap bathrooms.”

Sans nodded, that seemed much more reasonable (though he found the concept of segregated bathrooms to be both peculiar and moronic). “Hmm, well alright then.”

Henry asked “Sans, are you planning on attending anymore PTA meetings from now on?”

Sans took a deep breath, and considered it.

It didn’t take long. “I wanna finish that argument with Linda. Hell I’m in.”

He seemed torn between a smile and a sigh of pain as he heard that answer. “Well in that case, let me write a few things down for you.”

_________

The door opened nicely, as Papyrus shouted “We are home Sans! Have you returned from your PTA meeting yet?!”

Sans looked down from the upstairs railing, and Papyrus wearing a refined red suit and tie, the peak of fashion and perfect for his scarf, as well as Frisk there as well in a pale lovely green dress and faintly purple tights, a red bow in their neatly brushed hair, both of them carrying several bags of clothes each.

He flashed them his usual wicked grin. “Hey. How was the shoppin’?”

Papyrus nodded, “It was quite good, me and Frisk found an immensely large assortment of outfits, didn’t we?”

Frisk nodded eagerly, trying to show Sans what was in one of their reusable bags from downstairs.

Sans let out a chuckle, before walking around to downstairs.

As Sans came down, Frisk reached into their bags and began pulling stuff out to show Sans. Papyrus had spoiled them with the likes of suits, dresses, skirts shorts and shoes, ribbons and ties, jeans and jogging pants, all sorts of stuff intended for both boys and girls.

Sans had his mind on the meeting, and let out a sigh. He asked “Frisk, did you get in trouble at school and not tell us?”

They took a gulp, and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Sans grumbled to himself. “Frisk, why didn’t you tell me, or Papyrus?”

Frisk began shaking, and hugging Papyrus’s leg. Papyrus leaned down, and Frisk whispered into their ear socket. Papyrus turned to Sans to say “Frisk says they did not wish to be hit.”

Sans stared at the kid, getting down on his knees and spreading his arms out wide. “Kid, I… I’d never hurt you, alright?” That was one thing he’d stand by. He’d never wanna hurt a kid, much less one he loved so much as Frisk. He had no idea where they got that idea from.

Or, at least, didn’t want to know.

Frisk looked over to them, before turning back to papyrus, unsure of what to do. Papyrus said “It’s alright Frisk. How about we discuss this later, for now we can put away and sort you outfits, alright?”

Frisk nodded, turning to Sans and saying “S-... Sorry…”

Sans sighed. He couldn’t be upset at the kid even if he wanted to (which he didn’t). “It’s good kid, don’t worry. Just be sure to tell us and we’ll understand, alright?”

Frisk nodded, a smile creeping back onto their face,

Papyrus excitedly said “Now then Frisk! Let us go and sort out all these outfits in your room, shall we?!”

Frisk nodded excitedly, happy to move past what just happened. They grabbed their bags, and followed behind Papyrus as he led the charge to Frisk’s room first.

Sans sighed as he watched them go off. He wanted to figure Frisk out, he wanted to know what the kid had needed to go through before falling down.

Still, now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to learn about baking.

Next week, he was going to wreck Linda at that bakesale planned.

[bisexual-in-every-gender]

survey

A

Achievements: I’m happily married, have a job that pays well and I don’t hate, get to travel a lot and get paid for it, have the best cat ever, smashing university while working, speak 5 languages

Age: turning 29 in June

Are you planning something right now? Well, since we’re moving to Spain in July, there’s a lot to plan for that. Plus, my wife will start her HRT and several surgeries while I will start our IVF journey so we can start a family. <3

Arizona or Alaska: Arizona is probably warmer? Never been to the US though.

B

Birthdate: 20th June 1992

Build: small and chubby

Babies, do you have any? Not yet but IVF starts in August, so fingers crossed

Blonde or Brunette: I’m naturally blonde but dye my hair a lot.

C

Childhood sweetheart: None. No one fancied me xD

Current mood: Super tired.

Children, are there more in your future? YEP! If it was up to me, we’d have a football team! As things are though, my wife’s HRT and my own physical problems impair us. We’ll probably have only one or two. Three if we’re super lucky and are able to adopt (which at the moment we’re not because of where we live...)

Coke or Pepsi: Coke

D

Dad’s name: Stefan.

Dating anyone: I’m dating my wife <3

Do you plan on having lots of money? Naturally.

Dogs or cats: I love cats but like dogs, too

E

Elementary School: Not telling.

Eye color: Green.

Ever going to China? Currently living there.

Early or Late: Early.

F

First Crush: A boy in year 5 called Marcel

Fears: Failure, losing, not being good enough, making mistakes, not being a mum (the though terrifies me), having a miscarriage or stillborn, losing the people I love, being stuck in a room with no means of getting out

Future goals: Have multiple children, have a dog, be happy in myself

Funny or Serious: Both. Adjust to the situation.

G

Grandparent’s names: Jutta and Werner, Hannelore and Ingo (never met him though as he was already dead by the time I was born)

GPA: What is that?

Going anywhere this weekend? Only for lunch. We’ll stay in and watch Eurovision!

Giver or Taker: Both. Life has to be balanced.

H

High School: Not telling.

Hair color: At the moment it looks orange because my red hair washed out and my natural blonde is coming back. Dying it platinum blonde soon though.

Hate anyone for life? No, I only dislike some people. --> same

Hairspray or Gel: Neither.

I

In 8th grade, who was your best friend? Toni and Susi

Is ignorance bliss? I guess so.

Is there anything you wanna share? Just that I love my wife <3

Ice Cream or Cake: Ice cream.

J

Jumped rope for fun: Nah, I never learned how to do it properly.

Junk around you right now? Nope, all fairly clean.

Joining anything anytime soon? I want to join a swimming club in Spain

January or July: July, no need to question.

K

Killed anyone: No and if I did, I wouldn’t confess it on Tumblr xD

Keeping a secret? Kind of.

Kicking someone off your top friends today? Nah.

Kiwi or Apple: Apple! I hate Kiwi!

L

Lost anyone close to you: Not really. My cat was probably the closest thing dear to me that I ever lost. R.I.P. Kaveri <3

Last kiss, when and who: My wife, yesterday evening.

List 3 people that you’ll love forever: My wife, my mum, my litlte sister

Lover or Fighter: Both, but more lover.

M

Middle School: Not telling.

Marital Status: Married.

Mom’s name: Manuela.

Music or TV: Music.

N

Northernmost state you’ve been to: Never been to the US but the Northern most place I’ve ever been to was in Finland.

Nickname: Abby, Ab

Name your future boy and girl: Samuel Noah Robert, Rosie Chelsea Philomena

Naughty or Nice: Nice.

O

Opened a piece of mail that wasn’t yours? By mistake, yes.

Occupation: I’m a secretary.

Owe anyone money: Yeah.

Outgoing or Shy: Shy

P

Place you most want to be? Maldives.

Purposely destroyed someone’s life? No.

Planning a major trip? You could say that since we’re moving from China to Spain.

Pink or Black? Black.

Q

Quit a class: No.

Quickly…the first word to come to mind: Computer.

Quitting your job soon? Nope. I like the travelling aspect, it pays well, is super secure and it’s mostly chill.

Quiet or Loud: Quiet.

R

Riding in an airplane: Have done, yes.

Ride, tell me about yours: No licence here.

Running for any political office in the future? No, not interested.

Rain or Snow: Snow.

S

Siblings names and ages: Nastassja, 30 and Amaris, turning 16 this year

Shoe size: EU 39.

Shave daily? Ha, no.

Shower or Bath: Shower.

T

Turning 21 was (will be): Nothing special. We can buy alcohol when we’re 16 so it didn’t matter.

Texas, ever been? No, never been to the US.

Think you’ll live to be 100? maybe.

Tame or Wild: In between.

U

Unique quality about you: I speak a lot of languages.

Underwear on? Of course.

Under your bed lies: Nothing. Just dust.

Under or Over: Erm, over?

V

Virgin? No.

Vacation time left? LOADS!!!

Voting in the next Presidential election? No president where I live.

Volleyball or Swimming: Swimming!!!! <3 <3

W

Went white water rafting? Nope.

Wearing right now: Red dress, black shoes.

Write a sentence about you: Hallo, wie geht’s? Hier ist Abelina und ich liebe meine Frau <3

West Coast or East Coast: I don’t care, never been to the US anyway.

X

X-Rays in the past month: None. There was no reason to do it.

X-Mas plans: Going to Madrid Christmas market <3

X, does it mark the spot? Huh?

X-Tina or Britney? Britney.

Y

You lost “it” when? Assuming this is about virginity, at 25.

Your favorite song: Gosh, I got a lot.

Your favorite place on Earth: Spain.

Yes or No: Maybe.

Z

Zodiac Sign: Gemini.

Zippos are neat, agree? Can’t be arsed to look what they are.

Zoo or Circus: Zoo.