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ptergwen · 4 years

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let’s just pretend

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: rom com references, drinking, and a little bit of angst

summary: you cope with your feelings for peter by getting drunk on halloween

a/n: ok i really really love this and i loved writing it too? it’s the first like original idea i’ve had in a while so maybe that’s why but yeah i hope y’all enjoy and that this puts you in a halloweenish mood :-)

there’s something about fall that makes you nostalgic. the same images pop into your head whenever you hear the word october. pumpkin patches, colorful leaves, and hot coffee. it reminds you of being a kid. only when you were a kid, all you could think about this time of year was what you were going to be for halloween.

you’d spend weeks getting your costume together and coordinating with all your friends. trick or treating was literally the only thing that mattered. if you wanted to get good candy, you had to have a good costume.

the high school version of candy is alcohol. everyone just goes to parties so they can drink the whole night. no one even dresses up usually. you personally would rather have chocolate than cheap beer. your whole friend group agrees on that.

that’s why you decided to throw your own party this year. anyone who misses the old halloween can come hang out. so far it’s only peter, mj, ned, betty, and the rest of the decathlon team coming. betty invited everyone for you. she also asked liz, but she’s going to flash’s party. he only gets so many people because his parents are never home and don’t care if he raids the liquor cabinet. whatever.

you’re out finding something to wear with peter and mj a few hours before it starts. ned and betty already picked their costumes. she’s going as an angel, and he’s going as the devil. you think they should switch. they’re out shopping for snacks while the three of you hit up spirit halloween.

mj groans every single second there’s silence, and peter keeps getting scared by the motion sensor decorations. he eventually ends up having to go somewhere in the store that doesn’t have any. so, it’s a lot.

“why don’t you be a vampire?” mj asks in her fake interested voice, taking a pair of fangs off the rack in front of her. you scoff. “i think i did that in sixth grade.” she puts them back with a huff. “witch?” she’s just suggesting every costume she sees so you can get out of here. her lack of enthusiasm makes you want to take longer.

“no.”

“zookeeper?”

“eh.”

“what about cat in the hat?”

“mj, what? no.”

“uh... school girl?”

“ok, that’s just offensive.”

“you’re right. why do they have that?” she eyes the costume suspiciously. you cover it up with a random cloak that fell onto the floor. you’re never going to find anything at this point. maybe it’s a sign you’re too old for this. just when you’re about to lose all hope, peter comes over.

he’s holding up the plaid yellow skirt and blazer cher wears in clueless. it’s one of the most iconic rom com outfits. you grab it with a gasp, peter giving you a knowing smile. “oh my god! wait, where did you find this?” “they have a section with movie stuff.” there’s a han solo costume in his other hand.

you throw an arm around his neck for a quick hug. peter squeezes you and chuckles when he pulls away. it gets a sigh out of mj.

“sure you don’t wanna be the guy she ends up with?” she elbows peter’s arm. the two of you share a disgusted look. “josh? ew, he’s her ex stepbrother,” you dismiss her. “they’re, like, related,” peter adds. mj rolls her eyes almost to the back of her head and starts to walk away. “someone needs to unplug both of your tv’s.” you and peter follow after her.

of course she would suggest a couple’s costume. she was probably trying to make you both get weird. you’re always being teased for spending so much time together. even your parents and may make little comments about it. you can’t help the fact that you have almost everything in common.

peter is the only person your age who doesn’t try so hard to be cool. when you’re with him, you can be the biggest nerd and wear fluffy pajamas and play with legos. it’s a judgement free friendship.

you’ll admit you’ve wanted it to become a judgement free relationship. there’s no way he doesn’t feel your heart beating against him when you cuddle during movie nights. he has to notice your goofy smile whenever he calls you a nickname.

but, it could all be platonic in peter’s mind. maybe he sees you as more of a sister. that would make josh the perfect costume to go with you as cher.

you shutter and try to push the idea out of your mind for the rest of your time at spirit halloween.

it’s almost time for the party to start when you get back to your house. your parents let betty and ned in to start setting up on their way out. they’re going for dinner so they aren’t around to embarrass you. you have until midnight, then there’s nothing you can do. that gives you four hours.

mj is changing into the coraline costume you made her get, which she actually doesn’t hate. betty is helping you do some last minute decorating. peter and ned are putting out snacks. it’s a really good system you have.

“love the the plaid, y/n. you look so fetch!” betty compliments in between throwing fake cobwebs over your couch. you snort and finish stringing up some lights. “wrong movie, but thanks.” “oh. oops,” she shrugs and gets back to cobwebbing. “peter found it for me.” all the lights are up, so you go to plug them in. betty giggles on your way over.

your living room has an orange glow to it now. dusting your hands off, you admire your work. the moment of admiration ends when you notice how betty is looking at you. “what?” “peter found it for you,” she repeats suggestively. “when he was getting his costume, yeah,” you say like it’s nothing because it is nothing.

“so, what i’m hearing is he wanted to see you in a skirt.” you furrow your eyebrows at her. “what? no, he just-“ she wiggles her own eyebrows at you. you’re going to start sweating if you talk about this any longer. too aware of yourself now, you pull down your skirt and trudge over to the stairs. “i’m gonna go check on mj.”

you’re in the middle of convincing her she looks great and to leave your room when everyone calls your name downstairs.

“what?” you shout back from behind the closed door. “you should get down here.” it’s only peter this time. mj widens her eyes at you, but you’re gone before she can say she isn’t wearing this again.

you make your way down the stairs. the three of them are huddled in front of the door. “is someone here?” you mouth, ned looking off to the side awkwardly. they all move out of the way so you can see who it is. it’s flash. you’re obviously surprised to see him at your house, especially since he’s supposed to be having his own party right now.

“um, what are you doing here?” you try not to sound mean. “didn’t you invite the whole decathlon team? i’m on it.” you’d forgotten about that. peter says he’s only an alternate. flash side steps past you to get inside. you didn’t say he could come in. he heads straight to the chip bowl on your living room coffee table. you’re left shaking your head in pure confusion.

“dude, kick him out,” ned whispers to you. you wave your hand dismissively and walk over. he’s kicking his legs up on the table when you get there. “dope outfit. you look good.” he winks and crunches on a tostito. peter is clenching his jaw, but no one sees. “why are you in my house, flash?” you push the bowl away from him. “oh, yeah. my parents came home from vegas early.”

mj finally gets downstairs, squinting at whatever is going on with you while she walks over to everyone else. “i thought we could combine parties.” flash eyes your friends in a way you don’t like. “all your guests are pretty much here, so don’t worry about space.”

you look back at peter to see what he thinks. he shakes his head no. betty is nodding her head so fast you’re pretty sure she’s going to get whiplash. ned agrees with whatever she thinks, and mj doesn’t care. majority rules. plus, you could use one of flash’s playlists to liven things up. how bad could it really be?

“text everyone my address.”

people are flooding your house in the next fifteen minutes. like, your entire grade might be here. flash hooks his phone up to your speakers and blasts his songs. people grab fistfuls of candy and dance around. you’re running low on soda, but one guy brought extra drinks. alcoholic drinks, which you’re uneasy about. that was a big reason why you wanted to have your own party in the first place.

you don’t want to be a lame host, so you let it slide. a girl is sitting on top of your kitchen counter making out with someone. people are yelling so loud you can’t make out a single conversation. this is all going on and yet somehow, the most surprising thing is that they came in costume. some are more casual, like cat ears and lifeguard hoodies. it still counts.

feeling a little bit lost in your own house, you search for peter. he’s sitting on the top stair just watching what’s going on. you get his attention by throwing a mini packet of sour patch kids at him. he catches it, grinning when he realizes you did that. “i love these.” “good. they were the only ones left.” you take a seat next to him and scratch at the material of his vest for emphasis.

“i can’t believe you said yes to him.” peter opens the sour patch kids. the first one is yellow, so he offers it to you. sharing food with him always works because you each seem to like what the other doesn’t. “neither can i, but i think betty would’ve actually hurt me if i didn’t,” you joke while chewing. he rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “please. she’s too nice.”

you lean your head on peter’s shoulder and grab another gummy. he pokes your arm in protest. “this bag is small. get your own.” you’re nuzzling your cheek against him. “i told you they’re gone.” he’s about to put an arm around you when someone screams downstairs. you quickly sit up.

“i’m gonna go see what the hell that was. i’ll find you later?” peter does his best to hide his disappointment. “yeah, of course. good luck.” you clench your teeth and run down the stairs. this is somehow flash’s fault.

it’s been an hour and a half, and peter is nowhere to be seen. the chaos was just that someone really liked the song that was playing. it didn’t take you long to figure that out. when you went to tell peter, he was gone. you’ve looked everywhere for him since, except the backyard.

a pretty big group of people is out here either playing catch or talking. someone also brought a case of beer outside. you spot mj huddled up by the fence with a bottle. it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. it’s weird to see, either way.

“have you seen peter?” you walk up to her. she uses the bottle to gesture somewhere. he’s in the middle of a conversation with liz. your entire body feels like it’s collapsing into itself. it didn’t cross your mind she would be coming even when the party moved to your house.

she’s nice and all. you don’t have any issues with her. not that she knows about, at least. peter had the biggest crush on her for about a month, then it fizzled out. that’s what he told you. unless, he said that to save face.

you’re speechless. mj figured you would be. she gives you a sympathetic smile and holds out her beer. “yep. drink up.” your instincts tell you to take it, so you do. she heads back inside and leaves you alone with your thoughts. that’s not good for you. the only to way to get rid of them is by chugging the rest of this bottle.

you’ve never had your own drink before, and technically you aren’t now. this is still the most alcohol you’ll ever have in your system. before you can change your mind, you take a generous swig. it’s bitter. you don’t hate it as much as you expected to, though.

your eyes land on liz touching peter’s shoulder. that inspires your next big gulp of beer. you finish off the rest, and it hits you fast. you’re understanding why this is such a popular vice. you don’t feel anything but how tipsy you are. light and floaty. you decide to stumble back into the kitchen and find out what other drinks people brought.

the bright color of your costume catches peter’s attention. he was wondering where you were. excusing himself from liz, he follows you in. you bump into betty on your way to the punch bowl someone filled. she’s holding a red solo cup with the mystery liquid. both of you buzzed, you laugh and grab her arm.

“sorry. s- sorry.” you’re squeezing behind her, her angel wings brushing against your face in the process. you have to weave through everyone to make it to the drink table. peter meets you there when you’re getting a cup. he’s shocked.

“y/n?” smiling lazily, you take a sip. “hey, peter. pete.” the sober voice in your head tells you to stop talking. he probably shouldn’t know you’re drunk. then again, your cup gives it away. “y/n, have you been drinking?” he sounds concerned. everything is funny to you right now. you giggle out a “yes.”

peter doesn’t want to be that person, but you’re not acting right. he reaches for your drink. you pull it away too abruptly, and some of it spills onto the floor. “you... you’re so...“ you start losing your balance. “woah.” peter wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. he takes the drink out of your hand and sets it on the table.

frowning, he throws your arm around his shoulders so he can help you get upstairs. “come on, y/n/n.” you don’t argue this time. you’re at the part of being drunk where it doesn’t feel good anymore. peter holds you close to his side and walks you out of the kitchen. he stops to talk to ned for a second.

“hey, man. y/n’s parents are gonna be home soon. could you get everyone out?” he says into his ear. “why can’t she do it?” peter moves out of the way so he’s not blocking you. ned sees. you’re completely faded. “oh, shit. is she okay?” he whisper yells. “i’m gonna take care of her.” “i’ll tell everyone to go.” peter presses his lips into a tight smile, then he’s taking you up to your room.

you flop down onto your bed face first. peter shuts the door behind you. “you okay?” he chuckles, you nodding with your face smushed into the comforter. he’d think it was cute if you weren’t piss drunk. gently nudging you, he moves you so you’re on your back.

“let’s get you out of this.” “ooh, betty was right. you do like me in a skirt,” you giggle and bat your eyelashes at him. he huffs. “no, i mean you have to put on pajamas.” you’re pouting now. “you don’t like me in a skirt?” after going through your drawers, he comes back over with a big t-shirt and fuzzy pants. “i never said that.”

you grin again and grab them from him. “ha.” “do you need help changing?” he sits at the edge of your bed. you’re still laying down. he’s not sure you can handle getting up. “no. don’t be creepy,” you say completely serious. peter has to remind himself you’re drunk. “you were the one who thought i wanted you naked, but ok.”

making peter close his eyes, you peel the costume off your body. you got pretty sweaty. you kick everything onto the floor and start putting on your pajamas. your head gets stuck in an arm hole by accident, so peter has to fix that. the rest is fine. he’s about to bring you into the bathroom to brush your teeth, but you face plant into his lap. you’re out.

the next morning, you wake up feeling like ass. your breath is hot and tastes disgusting. your head is pounding. you could throw up. you’re not even sure how you ended up in your bed. then, you notice peter sitting at your desk. he must have helped you in.

a vague memory of him tucking you under the covers while you whined comes back to you, along with a few others. one of them is of him and liz. the whole reason you did this to yourself.

“hey.” your voice comes out hoarse. “hi.” peter nods and points to your night table. there’s a fresh glass of water. you drink it all down as fast as humanely possible, a hand on your heart. it doesn’t phase him after what you did last night. you set the empty glass down and pat the spot next to you. peter sits by your side.

he’s still dressed as han solo, but his vest and belt are sprawled out on the floor. the boots are under your desk. he actually stayed all night for you.

“i think i’m hungover.” you rest your head against his arm. his body relaxes. “you didn’t drink that much. mj said she gave you half a beer,” he almost laughs, you groaning. “that means i’m a lightweight.” “for now.” your arm wrapping around his, you look up at him.

“sorry you had to deal with me. am i in trouble?” “nah, your parents don’t know. we cleaned everything up before they got home.” he lightly pats the top of your head with two fingers. you squeeze your eyes shut when he does it. “you did? thank you so much, wow.” peter nods and smiles for a second.

he lays his back against the pillow on his side. “let’s just pretend that never happened.” “you’re good at pretending,” you mumble to yourself. you’re not as quiet as you think because peter hears it. “um, what?” you feel too woozy to come up with a cover. letting out a breath, you take your head and hands off of him.

“i saw you talking with liz.” “she wanted to know if i could lead decathlon practice next week. she’s not gonna be in school,” he says slowly, not getting it. “why?” having to spell it out is making you frustrated. “didn’t you say you don’t like her anymore?” “yeah, i don’t.”

“so, why was she being all... touchy?” the jealousy is clear in your voice. peter shrugs. “that’s how liz is. i still don’t get why it matters.” you ease yourself to sit up and turn to face him. those three words you’ve been meaning to tell him are on the absolute tip of your tongue. they’re about to come out.

then...

“i like you, y/n.”

peter says them for you.

you’re so surprised you nearly vomit for real. or, it could be the possible hangover. almost a minute has gone by when you realize you’ve been sitting there with your mouth hanging open. you swallow your spit. “you... you do?” “a lot. i kept trying to tell you, but there was never a good time.” his voice is softer now.

“i realized after homecoming. i wished i went with you instead of...” he doesn’t have to finish the sentence. you nod, a small smile spreading across your face. peter’s eyes are so hopeful. “i like you, too. a lot.” your gaze trails down to his lips.

“i’d kiss you if my breath didn’t stink.” “i’ll let you owe me one.” he’s fully grinning now, and both of you laugh. they’re the kind of laughs you do because you’re so happy you don’t know what to say.

peter presses his lips to your temple, your eyes fluttering closed. “get some more sleep. i’m gonna ask you out when you wake up,” he mumbles against your hair. you grab his hand that’s resting on the comforter. “can you stay with me?” “of course.”

he lays down next to you. you pull back the covers so he can get under them. your head is resting on his chest, an arm around his torso. both of his hug your waist. you’re instantly comfortable cuddled up in his embrace. you drift off to sleep with a smile.

this feels like such a dream. it’s the exact type of situation you’d make up in your head. but, it’s real. peter is still holding you when you wake up. he’s not going anywhere.

#tom holland #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #peter parker smut #tom holland x reader

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twisted-broth · 5 years

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Can you write something with reader making scarves and hats for the Sides and/or the Egos? -&

Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it

Warnings: small mention of choking, Remus

Jacksepticegos:

Anti can’t have a scarf cuse the fuzz would irritate his next wound

So he gets a cute black hat

Will only wear it when he has no other choice

Complains that it’s itchy and doesn’t go with his look but he actually really appreciates it

Schneeps scarf would be the same blue as his mask

Sad that he can’t wear it while working but will definitely wear it all other times

Fiddling with the tassels at the end helps him calm down after a stressful day

Robbies hat is purple with white polka dots

Oh my god you could not have made him happier he loves it so much

Will wear it all the time no matter the weather

He’s always a little chilly so it works out

Chase would get a grey and blue striped scarf with the bro average logo on the ends

Loves showing it off in videos but would refuse to sell copies as merch it’s just for him

Holds it close when he’s sad because it reminds him that someone loves him

Jackie’s scarf would be the same red as his uniform so that he could wear them together

It motivates him when he’s fighting crime because he remembers the people that he needs to protect

JJ’s scarf would be sepia and it has little reel things at the ends like the ones at the sides of old film you know what I mean

He wears it with a knot in the front so he can tuck it into his vest it looks very dapper

Honestly like exactly what his outfit was missing it’s perfect

Marvin’s scarf would be white with the card suits repeated along it

Doesn’t like to wear it when he’s working because he’s afraid of it getting ruined

Honestly like his most prized possession tho

It also goes great with his hair

Sanders Sides:

For the original four sides, you would make them scarves that match their Christmas sweaters

Logan’s would be white with those color squares on it

He would really appreciate how it’s not too outrageous and thinks it looks very smart

Likes to wear it when he reads if he’s not in his unicorn onesie

Virgil’s is purple with grey patches and streaks of gold to represent the storm cloud

Becomes a huge comfort item for him. Whenever he’s cuddled up in his jacket he tucks his face in it and is just surrounded by warmth and happy

He tends to poke through the crochet holes with his fingers. It’s a nervous habit but it calms him down

Romans scarf would be white with diagonal red stripes like his sash that are lined with gold and it has gold tassels

He is so proud of it like if anyone so much as looks at it he’s on a spiel about his wonderful (friend or s/o), Y/n and how they made it specifically for him and wow aren’t they so talented

He used to dislike winter but now looks forward to it so he can whip out the scarf

A little jealous that you made one for everyone tbh

Patton’s would be that light blue and would have a line of little cats and dogs

It’s super soft he probably sleeps with it sometimes

He literally adores it

A scarf for Deceit would look like a yellow snake, scales and all

It even has a little tongue poking out it’s sooo cute

Gets really upset that he can’t tell you how much he likes it but you get the idea

Really makes him feel like part of the group

A scarf for Remus would be a green ombré with the same gold trim as Roman

A little glittery to match his sash

He’s super dramatic with it

Flicks it over his shoulder like a diva with a boa

Basically they all love it and would die for you

NateWantsToBattle Egos

I only know a few so apologies

You would make Natemare a metallic purple beanie that matches his eye makeup

Goes really well with his hair

Likes wearing it in the videos of some of his calmer songs

Perfect for the fall cuse the purple contrasts all the orange leaves which makes for the cutest wallpaper if you manage to snap a picture

It’s just super cute okay

For Phantom you would make a red scarf that matches his shirt

It has some silver detailing at the ends that’s reminiscent of claws and it looks really cool when it moves

Doesn’t like to wear it when he’s out because he’s gotta keep up the intimidating vibe but he loves wearing it at home

Purposefully keeps the house a little colder than necessary just so he can feel comfortable with it on

If you complain about it being too cold he’ll wrap both of you up in the scarf so now you can’t escape

I meant that in like a cute way but it came out very threatening

You would make Natpai a beanie to go with his uniform

It’s black with a white lining and smaller gold trim

He def wears it to school when it starts getting colder

Knows better than to say you made it for him cuse you would be hunted

It looks really good all together tho

Iplier Egos

For my own sanity I’m only gonna do a couple but you’re free to request for any other egos. These are my defaults so specify if you want others

A scarf for Dark would be like the same grey as his skin, but it would have a bit of blue on one end and a bit of red on the other

Not really a huge fan of it but he knows you put a lot of work into it so he wears it anyway

If any other ego tries to make fun of it anti he will make them regret it

It starts to grow on him after a while

Wilford would, of course, get a classic bubble gum pink scarf that matches his mustache

You may have slipped a bit of bubble gum extract on to it so it smells like bubble gum

His face lights up when he gets it and he will hug you so tightly you might lose a rib

Wears it all the time except when he has an interview because he still wants to show off his bowtie

He won’t be as subtle as Dark if someone insults it. He will just shoot them.

You get a scarf for each Google with their corresponding color and maybe a few black lines to make it resemble a circuit board

Points out that he’s a robot and doesn’t need to stay warm

You just roll your eyes and wrap it around his neck

He looks confused, but he doesn’t take it off and eventually grows used to it

Will probably forget it’s there at some point and if someone points it out he’ll look down and smile and realize he needs it for other reasons

You make the Host a black scarf with quotes from his favorite book written in white

It’s really a lot of effort to put in for someone who can’t see

He still really appreciates it and almost never takes it off

Deathly afraid that some of the blood from his eyes will drip onto it so you help reassure him and change his bandages more often

You would make Bing a scarf that matches his shirt which is black with the yellow Bing symbol

Calls it “super rad bruh” which is probably a good thing

At one point he’s wearing it while skateboarding and it somehow gets stuck in the wheels which leads to Bing falling down some stairs and almost choking to death but it’s still pretty funny

You have since banned wearing a scarf while skateboarding

He spends a really long time trying to fix the damage that was done to it so you won’t be upset

It doesn’t turn out good, per se, but it’s nice that he tried

Bim Trimmer’s scarf would be pretty simple, black with crisscrossing grey lines

Doesn’t wear it on screen bc he’s clearly a professional but will wear it when he goes out of the house

Okay but if you guys were on a coffee date or something and he’s wearing the scarf it would be super cute

He’s a little easier to talk to when he’s wearing it. It humbles him

You make a light blue scarf for reporter Jim and a red one for cameraman Jim

It’s honestly so you can tell them apart easier

When you give it to them, reporter Jim goes on a very long-winded observation on the color and craftsmanship

“Look at this expert handiwork, Jim! And what’s that? Why it’s a knot, carefully concealed by the rest of the material. This is a rare sighting.”

Once the cameras aren’t rolling, they individually come up to you and give you a hug and tell you how much they appreciate it

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yastaghr · 4 years

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Our Skeleton 30

Warning: MCD (Not permenant)

Finally able to publish this! Enjoy!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7563223/chapters/51589603

This time there were no passengers in the van when Toriel started belting her songs. A little old lady who was driving like a bat out of hell nearly clipped her van. Toriel didn’t seem to notice. She was on a mission. Everything outside of that mission was irrelevant.

She turned off the main road and was immediately surrounded by wealth. Huge houses on huge lots with beautiful landscaping covered the terraign. It reminded her of her childhood on the Surface. Castles and manor houses were where she, as the daughter of two important ambassadors, had spent most of her time.

She pulled into the driveway of one of the smaller houses in the area. It was still opulent, just at a slightly smaller scale. That left more room for the yard, which was manicured to perfection. Toriel admired it as she drove up to the front door. Asgore would have known more, but, then again he wasn’t the biggest fan of ornamental gardens like this. His flowers were always interspersed with practical plants: lavender, aloe vera, fruit bushes, vegetable plants, tomatoes, peppermint, chamomile, sage, etc. This garden was only meant to be looked at and maybe walked through. Toriel knew it would bother him, but he wasn’t here, so she could admire it all she wanted to.

Toriel soon found herself at the front door, knocking with the large iron knocker that decorated the center of the door. She had looked for a doorbell, but had found none. Just as she was beginning to worry that no one had heard her or that no one was home the door swung open.

A tall skeleton leaned around the door. He was wearing an argyle sweater vest over a red button-up shirt. His pants were pressed into a perfectly straight crease. His shoes were polished black lace ups. His face was set in a scowl, and by the wrinkles on his face, it usually was. “THERE IS AN EXPLICIT SIGN AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THERE SHOULD BE NO SOLICITA- OH. OH DEAR. I DO APOLOGIZE, QUEEN TORIEL, I DID NOT KNOW IT WAS YOU. COME IN, COME IN. OUR HOME IS BLESSED TO BE GRACED BY YOUR PRESENCE.”

Toriel stepped inside and looked around. The floors were tile- not marble, but some kind of stone. The walls were white with gold molding. There was a double staircase that swept down from the upper floor to the center of the entry hall. Occasional small tables around the perimeter of the room held classical statues and one elegant vase. Everything was spotless. “I must say, your home is certainly...nice. The vase is quite beautiful,” She said, reaching out to feel it.

“DO NOT TOUCH THAT! IT- MY APOLOGIES. IT WAS HANDED DOWN TO ME BY MY MOTHER. I BELIEVE IT WAS A WEDDING GIFT OF HERS. WE USED IT IN OUR BONDING CEREMONY. SOMETHING OLD, YES?” The stiff monster said.

Toriel laughed in a practiced way that hid her discomfort. All she could think about as she looked through this room was Papyrus’ burnt hands. Had he been punished for touching something one too many times? Papyrus was a very tactile monster. Everything in his and Sans’ house was built to be handled by anyone and everyone as much as possible. He claimed it was good for the brain. His father did not seem to share the same views.

“Indeed. Do you mind if we sit down? I have quite a bit to discuss with you,” Toriel lied. She really only had two things to discuss with him. Their names were Sans and Papyrus. Nevertheless, they were important to discuss.

“OF COURSE! COME THIS WAY, THE SITTING ROOM IS JUST PAST THE CLOCK. HERE,” He gestured to the room with a flourish that hurt her heart. He looked just like Papyrus.

She tore her eyes away from the pain and took in the room. More importantly, she took in its occupant. “Frisk! Hello, dear child. I did not know you would be visiting today. Does anyone else know you are here, my child?”

Frisk nodded, putting down their piece of strawberry shortcake and signing, [I told Mr. Grillby. I slept at his house last night. Do you know how warm it is in there? So warm!]

Toriel laughed. “That is very true. He is a fire elemental, is he not? They like to keep their surroundings warm.”

Frisk paused for a moment, then nodded. [That’s true. I was just talking to T.N. Roman here about the history of skeletons. It was very interesting, but you probably know it better than I do. You lived through a lot of it, right?]

Toriel giggled. “My child, I am only 1,158 years old. Monster’s history goes a great deal further back than that.”

A cough drew her attention to T.N. Roman, who was looking impatient and annoyed with Frisk. Toriel remembered the restraint marks. Papyrus loved to talk with his hands. Surely he could not be mad at Frisk for the same thing? They needed their hands to talk, literally. They’d had to talk with Linda about this “quiet hands” thing before. Surely a monster would be more understanding? He said, “PERHAPS WE SHOULD MOVE OUR CONVERSATION ELSEWHERE? I AM SURE THIS IS A MATTER FOR ADULTS, NOT CHILDREN.”

Toriel instantly shook her head. She had a suspicion that Frisk knew very well why she was here. They would only find a way to eavesdrop if they were excluded. “No, no. Here is fine. It is not that serious a matter. I only wanted to ask you about some young skeletons who are trying to find out more of their past. Perhaps you have heard of them? Their names are Sans and Papyrus.”

The reaction was incredible. T.N. Roman’s whole face scrunched up into a mask of rage and consternation. His hands clenched so tight the bones creaked. The room filled with writhing snakes of emotional magic, twisting and knotting around each other like Gyftmas lights. Then a door slammed shut and the magic was gone. So was all the emotion on his face.

“I’M AFRAID I’M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU BOTH TO LEAVE.”

Frisk stood up with a longing look at the rest of their cake and quietly followed Toriel out of the house. Neither said a word until they reached the van. Toriel opened one of the back doors and gestured Frisk in. “I am sorry to have lost you your cake, my child. I will make you a new one when we get home. Would you please come with me? I believe it is time for a counsel of war.”

Frisk didn’t answer, but they did climb into the van and buckle their seatbelt. Their eyes were darting all around them, not that Toriel could see through those long eyelashes. They’d only ever encountered that much anger in bad people; the kind of people who would lash out at the source of their anger. They didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

The next thing they knew Frisk was waking up with their ears ringing. Their head was full of stars and pain.

<You’ve got a concussion again. I think you’ll need to go to a hospital. Ask Mom if...oh.>

Frisk didn’t like that tone of voice. That was the dead tone of voice, the one Chara used whenever they were talking about “the plan”. They looked around and saw the bone. Somebody had raised a giant bone right in front of Toriel’s van, and they’d had enough harmful intent and she’d had enough speed that the whole van was wrapped around it. Frisk was safer in the backseat, but they couldn’t see Mom. Had she gotten out already? Her door wasn’t open. Had Sans teleported in and saved her?

<Frisk...the front seat is full of dust. She’s...she’s dead, Frisk. Mom’s dead.>

Frisk shook their head. No. Mom was...Mom was invincible. She wasn’t...she couldn’t be… A flashback overtook them.

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Frisk stared up at the giant monster, quaking in their boots. They were terrified of this woman. She touched them in weird ways, and tried to feed them weird food, and yelled at them when they asked to leave. It was just like the foster homes, only now, the only way out was through her. Frisk didn’t want to kill, but...there were so many warning signs that this woman would be abusive. They really didn’t want to take the risk.

Frisk stared down at the pile of dust. They felt sick to their stomach. They weren’t that much of a danger...were they? They just wanted to be free. Being trapped reminded them too much of that place. They needed to roam, to move, to be free. And that old lady wasn’t going to let them through for anything...right?

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<Frisk...we need to LOAD. Right now. Please, Frisk, I don’t...Frisk? Frisk, can you hear me?>

Frisk wasn’t listening. They were desperately trying to undo their seatbelt. They had to see. This couldn’t be real. They...they just had to!

Finally it came undone, and Frisk burst from it and crawled over to the driver’s side. They peered over the edge, hopeful that somehow, Chara was wrong. They were sure-

-But they were wrong. All that greeted them was a big pile of dust. Round, dark patches appeared in the pile. Frisk saw a drop of water fall from them to the dust. They were crying. Sobbing, now. Their whole world was turned over.

<Frisk. Frisk. Can I LOAD our SAVE? We SAVED just outside the door to the mansion, remember? I know you can think of some way to divert Mom from talking to him.>

Frisk sniffed. They could think of a way or two to do it, yes.

Frisk nodded and reached for their SAVE.

#undertale #our skeleton fanfic #toriel #frisk #mcd #temporary character death #yastaghr

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whats been your experience with top surgery? did you like your doc and all

Yeah! Top surgery went well for me! I mean, I would have liked a friendlier doctor - the guy I went to was pretty dull and quiet and was all business so at times I felt kind of uncomfortable with him. But he knew what he was doing. He seemed shady when I asked him to show me pictures of past patients’ results, but I realized that the reason he was hesitant was because almost all of the photo comparisons he had were of patients who had far more complicated chests than mine so it wouldn’t have been an accurate reference for me anyway. A couple of them had previous damage from improper binding so their results didn’t look too good but it was not the doctor’s fault, it was their fault for binding with tape.

So here’s the story of the actual surgery: My surgery was done at around 7:30 AM on October 3rd 2016. I was honestly pretty relaxed going in there. It wasn’t too busy or noisy at the little surgical center I went to (which was connected to a larger hospital) so I didn’t have to lay there on the cot waiting and waiting and waiting to go in. I went in the little curtained room thing, answered some questions, they had me change, the doc marked up my chest, they hooked me up with an IV, sat for a couple minutes, and then they pumped that happy drug in and rolled me through the doors. I remember getting into the surgical room. I was too high off that relaxant at that point to even be bothered by the fact that they’d already started strapping my arms down like Jesus on the cross. I remember looking around and seeing like 20 people which was not what I expected at all. Then I was out like a light. The surgery took about 2 hours, and I woke up high as a kite in the same curtained room. There were two nurses. I remember being so fucking happy looking down at my chest and seeing it bandaged up. I lifted up the lip of the bandages and honestly couldn’t see anything underneath because it was so tight but I knew my chest was flat as a board. Nothing hurt (yet). I didn’t even notice the drains. I was just chilling there all loopy and I kept waving at people when they passed by the open curtains. Pretty sure I asked the same nurse how the surgery went like 10 times. Then my doctor came in and said everything went well and that he did need to put drains in (he told me to plan for them but it was never a promise that I’d need them.)At that point, I was awake enough that they moved me over to a big chair, switched me from the johnny to my flannel shirt + sweatpants, and gave me some water. I wasn’t nauseous, thank god. And I wasn’t loopy anymore either. I could feel the drains now that the hospital-strength pain meds were wearing off.Then I was literally ECSTATIC when I saw my Mom, Dad and (surprise) Grandma coming towards me. (Yes, Grandma was a surprise. I did not know she would be visiting. I guess my Mom and Dad went to hang out with her at her house nearby until I was done, and so she figured she’d come visit.) I was so excited and showing them how flat my chest was even with the bandages on and showing them how weird the drains looked. I’m really chill with my family. They were nervous about me getting the surgery, obviously, but there was definitely a good vibe in the room now that I had made it past the ‘big’ part. My Grandma impulsively bought my family the biggest party tray of cookies I’ve ever seen. After my Grandma left, the nurse showed my parents and I how to empty the drains and measure the drainage. They gave the little drainage chart and a little study guide about how the drains worked. Every 12 hours I would have to empty the fluids from the drains into a little measuring cup [PHOTO - blood warning] Then my parents helped me get my sneakers on and the nurse wheeled me out to the car. I was given my cell phone back at this point, of course, so I spent the whole ride home messaging my friends that I survived, lol. One unusual thing that happened though is that my seatbelt was too tight on the external portion of my right drain. About 5 minutes away from home, my right side started feeling very warm. And then I didn’t note anything of it until we were parked in the driveway and I unbuckled my seatbelt to find a gigantic patch of blood on the bandages. I went into panic mode thinking I broke the drain (I didn’t think something was wrong with my chest because there was no obvious pain). But after figuring out that nothing was actually wrong and that the blood was just unable to travel downwards through the drain (therefore traveling back into the drain port and leaking out from there), I was fine and just mildly pissed off that my ace bandages had a blood stain. [PHOTO] Thankfully, my Mom had foot surgery 3 months before and she had extra ace wraps that I just used instead. Be careful with seatbelts, guys.

So once I was in the house, I basically stayed there for the next 5 days. I was upstairs 24/7 pretty much. The only time I went outside during that time was when my rat Ozzy died 3 days after my surgery and I went with my Dad to bury him in the yard. That fucking sucked. But aside from the dead pet, those 5 recovery days were aesthetic as fuck. Since it was October, I made sure to decorate the shit out of my room while I could still lift my arms. I had Halloween lights up every where [PHOTO], and I had a bunch of Halloween candy to pig out on [PHOTO]. I ate like a fat ass when I was hungry, but I wasn’t very hungry due to to percocet (oxy) that I was prescribed for pain. I actually ended up losing 5 pounds in 5 days due to not eating big meals (plus my high metabolism) even though I certainly ate a lot of cookies, candies, and Frostys (my aunt kept calling me and insisting she come visit and bring me Wendy’s, lol. She’s an occupational therapist and so she was very intrigued by how I was recovering and visited almost every night to talk with me). I’d also bought a new TV a few days before the surgery too. So I had my TV and PS4 set up right in front of my bed so I wasn’t ever lacking entertainment. I watched Breaking Bad during the day and then Bob Ross before going to sleep. The pain meds made me so sleepy so I usually would just pass out watching Bob Ross, haha. I made a habit of it too. 10/10 would recommend passing out while watching Bob Ross. Usually the end credit music would wake me up and remind me to turn the TV off, haha. Also, @xrdpan gave me this very cute little guy as a gift - [PHOTO]And yeah, this is getting a little off topic. But I definitely had a memorable week of recovery. Sometimes I wish I could do it again for another day or two. Cause despite how uncomfortable the drains were and how much weight my scrawny ass lost, I was so relaxed and got to watch a LOT of TV.

So back to post-op care - I was not given a binder after surgery. I had to use the ace bandages while I still had the drains in, and then I was given a prescription for a compression tank top (that i literally had to go to this lingerie store to get) once the drains were out. That was kind of annoying. I had hoped for a decent surgical vest like what most people get, but yeah.

My drains were in for 10 days. They were uncomfortable, but I didn’t have any bleeding complications or any complications at all so they definitely did their job. It didn’t hurt when they came out either. It felt awesome once they were out and I could really get a good look at my chest. The drains caused snake-like lumps all throughout my chest and it looked weird. Drains in - [PHOTO]Drains out - [PHOTO]

And as for sensation, my chest was very numb for about 1 month including the nipples, and then was half-numb for another couple months. But after the 3 month point (which was around the time I didnt have to wear anymore compression), the sensation was coming back on it’s own very well. I’m 7 months post-op now and have all sensation back except for my right nipple which isn’t 100% numb but doesn’t really react to touch. I have a couple small fleshy spots, mainly on the left side, where they almost have too much feeling and are tender if pressed down on. It feels like a muscle thing.

Uhhh so that’s an essay if I ever saw one! Hope you got something useful from it! I’m always down to talk about my experience and make everything more clear and possibly less scary for everyone who’s interested in top surgery. I had a good experience overall! No complications!

Here’s some recent pics if you’re interested!

2 months - [PHOTO]4 months - [PHOTO]6 months - [PHOTO]

#top surgery #ftm #female to male #peri-aereolar #mastectomy #Anonymous

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