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“And then,” Sans sigheddreamily, “we spent the entire night watching the meteor shower.”

Papyrus smiled as he watchedhis brother babble on about his date with Red. He looked so happy, and it made Papyrusfeel all fuzzy inside as well. It was so wonderful to see him like this. Sansoften smiled, and he was often amused,but this genuine joy was much rarer. “What else happened?”

Closing his eyes, smiling softly,Sans lowered his face onto his arms on the kitchen table. “We kissed, Pap.”

“That’s wonderful!” He clappedhis hands together quietly, as to not startle his brother. Sans nodded slowly,already sinking back into his happy dream haze.

But Sans opened his eyes again,glancing up at him. And although the soft fuzzy joy was still in there, he lookeda little concerned. “You’ve never brought anyone home, Pap. Is everythingalright?”

Chuckling, he nodded, pattingSans’ head. His soul warmed at the concern, although it was an amusing thoughtthat Sans would think anything was wrong because he hadn’t ever brought home a romanticinterest. “Everything is great, brother. I love listening to you talk aboutRed, but I’m not interested in having a partner, you see. It’s nothing for me.”

His voice was hushed, as tonot disturb the peace lying over the kitchen.

Sans blinked, but nodded. “Alright.As long as you’re happy.”

37. Coming Out Fic + 54. Secret Relationship  

Okay so, in this one, Spencer and Emily start crushing on each other young, say 14? And one night, when they’re fifteen, they end up kissing and are both super hormonal and confused about their sexualities and terrified of what being anything other than straight means. 

Except they really really really like each other.

So they. Keep kissing. In secret. And by the time they’re like, most of the way through freshman year they are absolutely dating and it’s absolutely under wraps and no one knows. (seriously. People are stupid).

Emily, however, meets some kids their sopohmore year who are in the Gay-Straight Alliance and can CLEARLY tell this girl isn’t heterosexual and start to kind of talk to Emily, no pressure about it.

And the more Emily talks to them the more she’s like.

Oh shit. 

Oh. Shit. 

She’s gay, she’s absolutely gay, she’s a lesbian and she’s never said the word what is she going to do??? 

Em’s coming out is pretty similar to the show, half-accidental and Pam taking it…not well at first which just terrifies Spencer because if Pam Fields can’t accept this how on earth will her parents – who demand perfection all the time constantly – react?

Emily is living at Hanna’s and half distraught and she’s so so sick of hiding what she has with Spencer, the one good thing about this mess is that they can actually be together, right?

Except Spencer’s not ready. Spencer is so not ready.

So they break up. And it’s hard, it’s so hard, it breaks Emily’s heart, but she understands. They’re kids, she can’t push Spencer on this. Clearly, they’re just not meant to be together.

Pam comes around, eventually. And Emily starts casually looking around, there are a few out girls at school. 

Each time Spencer sees her even look at another girl with interest, she swears it’s like swallowing glass.

But she knows it’s not fair of her to ask Emily to keep things secret, to not be proud of who she is.

Spencer just can’t help but wonder…why isn’t she proud?

She tells Veronica and Peter that night over Chinese take out. They hardly bat an eye. It’s actually…they barely react at all, and it’s almost insulting?

“What?” Veronica asks. “You wanted us to be angry?”

And Spencer’s crying then, because kind of, she spent so long beating herself up over this moment, she lost Emily because she was terrified and then, for all of her mom’s faults, Veronica takes her hand and tells her,

“Sweetheart, we don’t care if you’re bisexual, you’re our daughter.”

Peter nods, “Besides, being LGBTQ doesn’t affect your GPA. Actually could help bolster your chances at an Ivy League.”

Veronica rolls her eyes. “Go tell her how you feel.”

So Spencer does. Proudly. 

okay imma go with iris/laurel so instead of s1 her writing about the flash it’s about black canary and we’ll go from there.

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“If you’re going to kiss me,” Iris says. “Can you at least take your mask off?”

38. grief fic + 42. The Big Damn Kiss

Okay so this is the one time I’d do a fic addressing PLL killing off Wayne Fields, cause most of the time I just refuse to accept it and bring him back to life. 

Emily is home for Wayne’s funeral. She’s half-despondent, barely able to get out of bed, only doing it for her mom. They only reason the two of them are eating, really, is because Veronica, Ashley and Ella come over to cook for them every day. 

Hanna is studying abroad in Milan and she’s tying to book a flight home to Rosewood but it’s looking increasingly unlikely she’ll make it in time for the funeral. Aria is roadtripping it back, so she’s not there yet.

Spencer is the first one to arrive, two days before the funeral. 

She spends each night in Emily’s bed with her. 

The funeral goes as planned, Emily barely makes it through, and by the end of the service, the only reason she’s standing on two feet is because Spencer is holding her up.

Aria and Hanna stay as long as they can, but eventually they have to go back.

Her grief isn’t dramatic. It isn’t howling screams or meltdowns.

It’s a quiet suffocation, that snuffs out her light and leaves her feeling hollow. 

Spencer goes on a leave of absence for a while. She stays. 

She stays to help sort through his stuff. She stays to brush away Emily’s tears, she stays to go through photo albums, so they can laugh until the laughs are covering up sobs. 

One day, Spencer comes downstairs and Emily is cooking breakfast. 

It’s a really big small thing. 

Emily is recovering her light. 

It’s not easy. It’s never going to go away completely, it’s not a wound that heals and then fades away. But Emily is living again, slowly, and Spencer knows that is the victory here. 

Eventually, Spencer can’t put it off any longer. She has to go back to school. 

She’s about to get in the cab to go to the airport when she hears her name being called. She turns around and Emily’s lips are on hers all of a sudden.

They’re standing there, kissing the air from each other’s lungs, while the cabbie waits.

“Thank you,” Emily says, resting her forehead against hers. “I’m not…I’m not ready yet. I know it’s not fair of me to ask you to wait, but–”

Spencer pulls her close, shaking her head. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as I have to. I won’t rush you.”

Turns out, she only has to wait about two months before Emily shows up in D.C with the lease to an apartment and a kiss that’s for Spencer alone. She’s still healing, but hell, so is Spencer. There’s no reason they can’t help each other out.

Comin’ right up!!

26. Massage Fic  + 57. Forgotten First Meeting  

Okay. So. Spencer is pre-med. Sports medicine track, after all she did play tennis and field hockey and such. Anyway, she works with the trainers for credit, and she hates it half the time because most of her job is wrapping people’s dump injuries, and slapping ice packs on injuries, and dealing with dumb jocks hitting on her, but sometimes she sees something cool. 

Anyway, one day Emily comes in with a strained shoulder and Spencer doesn’t think there’s really anything severely wrong, but Emily is much more apologetic than the usual crowd, and she’s cute, and so Spencer has her sit on the table, kneading into the knots of her shoulder blade to try to work out the muscle. 

Emily is friendlier than most people who come through here, and Spencer can’t really figure out why, but she’s not complaining.

“Tell your coach to give you some time in the warming pool to loosen this up. You shouldn’t be doing drills this week, though, if you can help it,” she says. 

Emily snorts, “Yeah, that’s likely.”

“I’m serious, it’ll just get worse.”

“What am I supposed to do if I’m not in the pool?” 

Before Spencer can really process what she’s doing, she shrugs and goes, “Get dinner with me?” 

She realizes what she just said and stills her fingers. Emily looks over her shoulder at Spencer, with a wry smile. 

“Swim practice would be in the morning. How about breakfast?” 

Spencer can barely say yes, her mouth is so dry.

It’s over breakfast that Spencer realizes why Emily was so friendly at the trainer’s office.

They’d met before.

They had English 100 together Freshman year. Spencer had totally forgot. 

“Did you also forget hitting on me at Phi Kappa party that december?” Emily asks teasingly. 

Spencer blanches.

“Oh my god, you did forget!”

Spencer leans over, kisses Emily, and promises she won’t forget this.

She also makes Emily promise not to run drills the rest of the week.

They get breakfast every day. 

76. Did They or Didn’t They? + Coming Out Fic  

So like most things in Spencer’s life, this happens the completely wrong way.

She wakes up, in the morning, in a bed that is decidedly not hers, and she’s decidedly not clothed, and she has only the faintest memory of what happened.

Shocker, it get’s worse. 

Well. Depends on your definition of worse.

Waking up in bed with your best friend of many, many years, with little to no idea if you actually had sex? Bad.

Waking up next to Emily Fields? Less bad.

Spencer hasn’t even told anyone she’s bi yet, and she’s next to a half-asleep Emily, and Spencer can’t untangle herself from the bed fast enough. She tries to be as quiet as possible…to no avail.

Emily wakes up. 

There’s some panicking, and eventually realize/remember that they did, and Spencer blurts out the truth to Emily. She’s bi. 

Also, she really, really likes Emily. She has for a while. 

It’s Emily who says, “Okay, maybe this wasn’t a mistake.” 

And Spencer, feeling smaller than she’s ever felt, asks Emily out for real.

Emily kisses her, says the yes into Spencer’s mouth, and Spencer heaves a sigh of relief. She knows Emily will be gentle with her heart.

Papyrus smiled brightly at Undyneand her new girlfriend, ignoring the ache in his stomach. His best friendlooked so happy with Doctor Alphys at his side, actually leaning into him in away Papyrus had never seen anyone dare to do her. His soul pulsed with anxiety.

“Alph is my girlfriend now,”she told him, joy shining in her eyes. Doctor Alphys nodded, smiling shyly athim. Papyrus swallowed away the ill taste lingering in his mouth, fear makingthe air itself taste rotten. The last time a friend of his – one of his few friends – had started dating, he’dbasically lost them. They hadn’t had time for him anymore, too preoccupied withtheir new partner.

Eventually, he’d stoppedcalling them. It hurt too much. And he wanted to know if that was going tohappen now too. If Undyne would cancel their regular cooking nights and moviemarathons so she could hang out with the doctor.

“I’m so happy for you!” hesaid instead. And he was, he really was. He’d helped her to get this date, hadencouraged her to confess her feelings. He wanted her to be happy, and hewanted Doctor Alphys to be happy. Nonetheless he could feel his fear in his bones.

Her grin widened and she sweptout her arm, pulling him down into a headlock. “Nyeeeeeh!” he whined as shestarted rubbing his skull with her fist, knuckles running over the bone. “Undyne!”

Chuckling loudly, she let himgo, and he rubbed his lower spine as he straightened. Despite her amusement, therewas concern in her eyes. “C’mon you big nerd. What’s wrong?”

Papyrus blinked. “Nothing!” hereplied, feigning innocence. He didn’t want to make her worry or seem clingy. Beingclingy was never good, that’s what his friendship manual said. She stared athim, unimpressed, and his smile brightened. “I promise!”

“Alright then.” She didn’tsound convinced. “Well! Alphys and I are going to dinner! See ya, punk,”

His soul throbbed painfully.“Have fun!”

“Oh we will!”

…

Steam rose from the boilingwater and the kettle whined in the background. The hotplates on the stove burnedred and there was a slight scent of burning in the air. Papyrus grinned,watching Undyne shove the spaghetti into the boiling water, yelling as shesummoned a spear to defeat the spaghettis who didn’t fit into the water. To beat them into submission.

He himself grabbed coupletomatoes from the basket on the kitchen sink, smashing them down on the surface.One of them bounced to the side, but the others splattered all over the cuttingboard he’d put out beforehand, because he was a responsible cook.

“Wait!” came a shrill voice from behind them, and both of them spunaround. There, Doctor Alphys stood, staring at them in horror. Papyrus’ smiledropped for a moment before he managed to put it back, and he tilted his head.“That’s not how this goes! You’ll burn down your house again!”

Undyne frowned. “What do youmean, Alph? I think we’re great atthis.”

The scientist smiled nervouslyas she stepped forward, turning down the heat on the hotplates not in use yet.They’d been making sure they were appropriately warm before they started withthe sauce. She shook her head. “I’m not a cook but you can’t do it like that.Something is going to get destroyed.”

As she set out to explain howto properly cook spaghetti and make tomato sauce, Undyne watched her withadoration, a dopy smile on her face. And Papyrus wanted to be happy for her, hereally did. And he wanted to be happy that he was learning new things.

But all he felt was annoyanceburning in his bones, and he had to keep his breathing even and focus onkeeping his smile when all he wanted to do was glare at her. This was his time with Undyne, what was she doinghere? Why was she criticizing their second favourite activity?

The worst thing was that heknew he was being completely irrational. She was Undyne’s girlfriend, andsurely a lovely person. By the Angel, he didn’t want to feel like this. But he did. His fingers itched for him to clenchhis hands.

“You’re very smart, doctor!”he said cheerfully.

…

“Alright what the fuck isgoing on?”

Papyrus twitched at the harshwords, sitting up in her dark blue couch. His hand was bandaged after theirfight and there were some drops of marrow leaking through the bandages. Thebattle had been fierce and he’d had great fun, it was absolutely worth nearlybreaking some of his fingers. But now her voice was demanding, though worryshone in her eyes as she stared at him, daring him to break eye contact.

“Going on how?” he repliedinnocently. It surely wasn’t about what he feared it was about. He’d been greatat hiding his resentment, if you asked him. Not even Sans had noticed anything.Her glare strengthened and he had to resist the urge to lean back in his seat.

Undyne narrowed her eyes. “Youknow exactly what I’m talking about, Paps. What’s your deal with Alphys? Andyou’ve seemed so down lately.”

Damn it. Anxiety coiled in hisstomach and he picked at the bandages, averting his eyes to stare down at them.He didn’t want to have this conversation. Didn’t want to hear her tell him thather relationship with Alphys was the most important thing now, and that he camesecond. He didn’t want to lose the best friend he’d ever had.

“I don’t know-”

“Cut it out, Papyrus.” Thatwas an order. Instinctually, he clacked his mouth closed, nodding. “I’m worried.”

His eyes widened.

“You’re my best friend, andshe’s my girlfriend. I want you to get along,” Undyne confessed. He daredglance up, and she looked strangely vulnerable as she met his eyes.

“I-” he began before cuttinghimself off. She nodded encouragingly. Papyrus took a deep breath. “I’m scared.”His voice was small, pitiful. “I’m scared you’re not going to want to hang outwith me anymore now when you’re dating Doctor Alphys. That I won’t be importantto you anymore.”

“Aw Pap.” She shifted in thecouch until she was sitting next to him, the cushions sagging beneath her addedweight. Slinging her arm over his shoulders, Undyne pulled him close. Herelaxed against her chest, the familiar chill of her body seeping through thefabric of his shirt. Putting her hand on his head, she made him look her in theeye. “You’re my best friend. I’d never stop hanging out with you, and you’ll alwaysbe one of the most important people in my life. I love you, nerd.”

His soul warmed, and henodded.

“Alphys joined you up there among my most important people, she didn’t takeyour place.” He nodded again. Undyne jabbed her clawed finger into his side,and he twitched. “But Alph is really worried about how distant you’ve been withher.”

Hiding his face in his scarf,Papyrus blushed, ducking his head. “I’m sorry Undyne.”

“Don’t apologize to me, punk.”

“You’re right.” A weight feltlike it had been lifted in his stomach and he settled in against her, relaxingfully for the first time in he didn’t know how long. As his shoulders sank, itfelt like everything maybe would be good. “I’ll apologize to the doctor thenext time I see her.”

“Good!” Undyne’s grin returnedin full force, and she reached up with her hand to noogie the top of his head. Hewhined loudly, but didn’t otherwise protest this time. “Now I’m gonna get youinto anime if it kills me!” Her hand jerkedout to grab the remote.

Papyrus frowned, fighting notto grin at her. “But I’m not a baby.”

Her shriek rattled the glasseswith cider on the table.

…

Laughing, he jogged in placeas he watched Alphys stumble after him, dressed in pink sweatpants and a purpleshirt with a cat girl on it. Her movements were slow, but they were happening.The sun shone above, warm against his bones, making the asphalt of Ebott City oozeheat. “Come on, Alph! You can do it! Almost home!”

He was the only one of themwho wasn’t miserable right now. Alphys was panting, attempting to smile at himbut it dropped flat from her exhaustion. And Undyne, though jogging in place aswell, poured another bottle of saltwater over her head. “Angel,” she muttered. “I hate summer.”

“Positive thoughts, ‘Dyne!” hetold her, grin widening as she glared at him.

“Easy for you to say. You don’thave skin.”

Nodding, because that was true,he jogged back to Alphys, who was far after them. She was trying to come withthem sometimes to get in shape and get better confidence. Her arms wereshaking.

“Come on, Alphys!” he encouragedher. “Let the world know how great you are!”

“I’m- I’m amazing,” she gaspedout, chipping for air.

“Hell yeah!” Undyne calledfrom behind – or rather, in front – before the sound of another bottle beingpoured out came.

Papyrus chuckled. “You are!”

I would be fine with that! haha. 

56. Awful First Meeting + 87: Aroused By Her Voice 

Okay, so this is like. Spencer and Emily get put together on a group project in some bullshit, gen-ed course their freshman year of college. 

Spencer is, of course, that student who hates hates hates group projects because she always gets paired with idiots and does all the work. So, she’s adapted a system to deal with it that is…abrasive.

Anyway, Spencer goes up to her after the assignment and is like “hey, here’s the plan, here are my thoughts, this is what we’re doing, just stay out of my way, we’ll get through this.”

And Emily is confused and a little offended but also just generally nice and she goes. “oh, okay. You know, though, I’m happy to help, look I have color-coded notes and everything, want to meet up sometime to talk it over?”

and spencer. 

Shuts. 

Down.

The second Spencer hears this girl’s voice and actually looks at her, she instantly gets a crush (its emily fields, who wouldn’t?)

And just stammers her way to a “yes” and they make a plan. 

They meet up twice a week, and they really don’t need to, they’re both hard working students, they both are acing this course, and they’ve got this assignment in the bag, but Spencer just wants to spend as much time with Emily as possible and Emily thinks Spencer is really really cute, and yes Spencer’s intense, but she likes that. (She likes ballsy women!!!!) 

Anyway, every other group’s presentation is a mess, and they knock it out of the park and Emily is the one who suggests they get drinks afterward and after about ten minutes of Spencer staring at Emily’s lips like an idiot, they finally kiss.