How does Kaitlyn and (Mafiafell) Papyrus do when spending time together?
Dance! Or well just Kaitlyn clinging onto Papyrus until he does as she wishes.
Like mentioned before, Kaitlyn really loves diving into traditions of cultures, and what better way than to learn their dances!
She learned that Papyrus himself is really passionate of his culture so she took that as an advantage to get him to dance at every possible time (when she feels like it). And also guilt trip him if he declines-
Papyrus notices that,but while he doesnt admit it, when he accepts the offer of Kaitlyn despite her clear indications of guilt tripping. He takes advantage when Kaitlyn herself is getting tired during their dances and throw back the same guilt trip to her.
Though, despite that, Papyrus is the one who knows Kaitlyn well. And knows she has horrid mood swings and alongside crashouts, and as a way to ground her, he slow dances with her putting her on his feet as he holds her closely until she feels calmer.
Kaitlyn sometimes sings along to the song playing, but if its in italian, her pronounciation can sound...a bit off with Papyrus turning her having fun singing into a scolding session. (Papyrus is shy of his singing voice for some reason when with her...)
"Hai~"
"IM TOO BUSY SISTER, I CANNOT INDULGE IN YOUR ACTIVITIES"
"Huh...so you're saying that you hate your culture, and you...you're denying your traditions......?"
....
(CUE THE MUSICA-)
(they end up dancing for hours straight)
"HM? TIRED ALREADY? BUT WE HAVENT EVEN TRIED THE BEST ONE YET!"
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Alphonse never really got a break. Like..never. He was always cooped up in his office, at the club where the family holds meetings, or at Grillby’s to go to the bar with his key men. Latte saw it all. He’d look more tense, more tired. It wasn't obvious at first. Alphonse was good at hiding it. He'd still come home with that same stupid grin on his face. He'd still ask how her day went. He'd still make sure Kaitlyn had eaten, complain about the news, and sit at the dinner table like he hadn't spent the entire day buried in paperwork and problems that weren't supposed to be hers.
But Latte noticed.
She noticed the way he'd rub the bridge of his skull whenever he thought nobody was looking. The way his shoulders stayed tense even after he'd taken off his suit jacket. The way he'd stare at his office paperwork long after everyone else had gone to bed. Even his cigars had become more frequent.
And that worried her.
One night, Latte found him exactly where she'd expected. His office was dim, save for the small lamp sitting on his desk. Papers were scattered everywhere. A half-finished cup of mustard sat beside his ashtray. Alphonse sat hunched over the desk, one hand supporting his head while the other dragged a pen across another sheet of paper.
Latte had to get him out of this trance and quick. Luckily, she had just the thing to do so.
Earlier that day, Latte went out shopping with Kaitlyn, the usual. Wasn’t expecting to find anything good until..she saw it. A long laced night gown that was see through. Latte immediately reached for it. "Auntie?" She barely heard Kaitlyn. "One second, baby." She held the gown against herself, studying it in the mirror. It was perfect. It was Alphonse’s favorite color and EVERYTHING. It was BEYOND PERFECT! Immediately, she got a store clerk to help it get tailored to her body, picturing the reaction on Alphonse’s face. Maybe THIS could get his mind off of things!
Outside his office doors, she fretted with her appearance, tugging her gown down every five seconds. She took a couple of deep breaths. Inhale..exhale..Inhale..wait- why is she taking breaths?? You’re literally about to fuck your husband. Just go in, act cool. You got this!
She landed three soft raps on his doors, waiting for a response. Nothing. She glanced down at herself. "...Oh, God." She adjusted the gown again. Why was she so nervous? Was she scared that she was going to a make a fool out of herself? It wasn't like Alphonse had never seen her dressed up before. Hell, he'd seen her at her absolute worst and still looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. So why was her heart beating like she was some teenager about to confess her first crush?
Latte took another breath and closed her eyes. Get it together. She'd bought the damn thing. She'd gotten it tailored. She'd spent the entire afternoon imagining his reaction. She could do this.
She raised her hand to knock again. Before her knuckles could touch the wood, Alphonse's voice came from inside. "Doll?"
Latte froze. "...Yeah?"
"Ya gonna knock again, or are ya jus’ gonna stand out there all night?"
Her cheeks immediately warmed. He knew she was there. Of course he did.
Latte straightened her shoulders, a tiny smile creeping across her face. "Can I come in?"
There was a brief pause. "Door's open."
She finally pushed the doors open, revealing her husband at his desk with a lit cigar in hand. He looked up to see her, completely stopping in his tracks to whatever he was doing. He was completely stunned. For once, Alphonse had absolutely nothing to say.
Latte shifted nervously in the doorway, suddenly regretting every decision that had led her here. "...Well?"
Nothing.
"Al?"
His eyes slowly traveled over her, taking in the gown she'd spent all afternoon having tailored just for this.
Latte's cheeks burned.
"Don't just stare at me."
Alphonse finally blinked.
"...I'm tryin' ta figure out what tha hell ‘m s’posed ta say."
He slowly got up from his chair, cigar still in hand. He slowly walked over to her, getting a closer look of his wife.
“Sweetheart..ya look..”
“Is it too much..? I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it and I just kinda bought it on a whim and-”
“Yer tha sexiest thing alive.”
Latte stopped mid ramble, her pearls (eyes) doting at him. “What..?”
“Yer tha sexiest thing I’ve eva seen.” He purred, softly grabbing his wife’s chin, making him look at her. “Look at ya.” He ran his phalanx ( another word for thumb bone) on her bottom lip, having his most iconic grin flash across his face, his gold tooth beaming with his desk light. “Those lips..” He dragged both of his hands to her hips, leaving his cigar loosely in his mouth. “These fuckin’ hips..” Latte's cheeks warmed beneath his stare. Alphonse let out a quiet, almost breathless laugh. “Christ, doll...” His grin widened. “The hell am I ‘posed to do with a woman like ya?”
“Well, for starters..” Latte reached up and grabbed his tie, slowly bringing down to her level.
“You could be a gentleman and take me to the bedroom.”
A/N: … AHHHA AHHHH AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHH TAKE IT JUST FUCKING TAKE IT
Kaitlyn crouched in a way a professional photographer would squinting one eye and sticking out her tounge to the side.
"Smileeee~ She herself mimicked the smile from the two older brothers of hers, as Sans and Papyrus forcefully posed in a close cuddly position as Sans wrapped his arms around Papyrus and placing his face onto his shoulder making his face squished slightly against it, however that worked-
As Kaitlyn snapped the photos she kept changing her position, from crouching to switching her cameras angle doing a full 360° with it.
"Ya fuckin' done with it? Did ya' get any pictures at all?" Sans complained through gritted teeth trying to keep his forced grin.
"Shut up and look" she sat at the end of the long bench swiftly slipping herself next to Papyrus leaning her phone to the middle for both to see.
"1st picture.." she said slowly, swiping picture through picture, and stopping for a bit inbetween each swipe.
Suddenly at one specific picture both froze and Papyrus entire built up gentleman, held back persona he kept himself in at all cost shattered in a brief 5 seconds, as he broke out into laughter, throwing himself back as je gripped at the phone, slapping a hand against his skull which with his power came off as a slam.
Sans just stared into oblivion as the magic from his eyes dissapeared.
"If ya share that to anyone...im disowning both of you." Sans' any form of accent or even lisp seemed to be nonexistent for this singular sentence, forcing his pronounciation, and that just made Papyrus laugh even harder.
"Its not- even..that bad.." Kaitlyn trailed of between words holding back wheezes and giggles. Before she herself barked out a loud laugh.
She held onto papyrus with a grip against his arm sounding close to a barking of a dog than human. "HAA- AAH- THIS IS CINEMA! AHAAAA!!!!"
Sans gripped the phone hard snatching it out of Papyrus' hold and immediately Papyrus went into fight or flight mode like it was an instict.
He threw himself onto Sans' body with an animalistic high pitch yell
"Yeah..shows he had tonsolisis" Kaitlyn murmured under her breath as she took a swing of her apple juice
"Lyney? Can I see ta' phonecase?" Sans asked in a slow curious tone with an unmistakeable unlining of mischeviousness.
Kaitlyn raised an obvious suspecting brow without attempting to hide her suspicion. But despite that, all she did was turn off her phone a slight panic in her mind of Sans opening one of the apps she really wouldnt want anyone to do so...unless Kaitlyn explicity planned out to bury those people-
"Here.." she handed it to him.
"Gracie" he thanked with a huff of his cigaratte not needing to place it against the ashtray.
His single big boney hand covered the entire phone and made it look like a nokia with how small it was against his palm.
"Have ya ever seen a phonecase like this jesus..-" he cracked out a laugh coughing from the smoke breaking through his nostrils. Almost dropping the phone in the process.
"CAREFUL PUTA MADRE SON OF A-" Kaitlyn cursed mixing between languages from the sheer panic.
"AHAH! Wouldnt need ta' worry bout' it it would bounce back like a ball!" He broke out laughing, as he kept fiddling with the phone case taking it on and off easily with it being made of plastic.
"Is it from temu?" Latte leaned against the counter with a sarcastical brow holding back a laugh with how her smile kept growing.
Kaitlyn sent a side eye, huffing and looking away sideways before responding in a mutter with sass "aliexpress.."
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This is not made for my fics, this is just general headcannons that some might go against what's in my fics for example current and former partners and their appearance (which changes depending on the fic anyways)
Warning this contains: child abuse, abuse, anger issues, mentions of depression, alcoholism, the mafia, attempted murder, successful murder, death, eating disorder mentions, secret daughters, mentions of exploitation, my own personal opinions
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Wingdings Gaster
Personality type: INTJ
Age: 1124 years old (the equivalent of 32 years old for skeleton monsters)
Fun facts:
He simply adores Will Wood and Lemon demon but also listens to alot of old music that chances are you don't know existed until he pulls out the record player.
Owns his own archive, not even joking when I say this. The day he turned 500 years old (the skeleton monster equivalent of 15 years old) he bought a massive building and turned it into a archive.
Has a secret daughter no one but him and his ex girlfriend knows about. The girl is living a normal life as a human in Ireland despite being half human half skeleton monster. He only knows Irish Gaelic for his daughter incase she wants to meet him some day.
He's great at art, picking locks, and foraging signatures. Like scary great.
His actual handwriting is horrible, he fakes the handwriting he does on important documents. No one can read his personal notes.
Sad facts:
his very first kill was his father after his father got drunk and tried to kill Papyrus by strangling him
When he first joined the mafia it was because he got threatened by his father's former right hand man. (Thankfully he remained willingly after stabbing his father's right hand man to death after he threatened Sans the same way he threatened Wingdings)
Wingdings physically can't handle the smell of coffee or alcohol because it reminds him of his father and makes him ill
One time him and Sans had a fight and Sans compared him to their father so Wingdings ended up (accidentally) punching him. This action caused Wingdings to withdraw and starve himself for a few days and made his depression and identity issues worsen due to the regret.
His scars down his face came from his mother, it was an accident of course but that didn't make it hurt any less. She tried to kill their father but failed because he used Wingdings as a shield, she died regretful of that day and constantly apologising to Wingdings.
Sexuality: he doesn't know yet because he feels conflicted.
Former partner(s): his ex girlfriend (the one he had a kid with)
Current partner(s): none. Doesn't have the time for such a relationship currently especially since he fears of being as bad as his father.
Favourite food: doesn't have one, because of his tendency to starve himself he doesn't really eat enough to pick a favourite.
Pronouns: literally doesn't care, you can use any for him whether it be he/him or she/her or they/them. As long as you aren't using them insultingly then he's fine.
Gender identity: pangender
Flower I feel represents them: spider lilies, the flower of death.
Favourite book: He has a copy of a book his mother wrote a while before her death, he protects it as much as possible and doesn't let anyone touch it.
Favourite show: he hates to say it but puella magi madoka magica, he loves how it can represent exploitation and the effects of it. As well as how kyubey can be seen as representation of what groomers can be like.
Sans Gaster
Personality type: INTP
Age: 950 years old (the equivalent of 29 years old for skeleton monsters)
Fun facts:
He has his own personal library, it's hidden in the woods and maintained extremely well.
He knows first aid, he learnt after discovering his (deceased) wife had collapsing fits. (At the time he learnt she was still alive)
He has published numerous books under a pen name.
Massive Britney spears and hatsume miku fan, holy fuck you would not believe it.
Sad facts:
His golden tooth is a result of Wingdings punching him. The only time Wingdings ever physically hurt him and both of them are reminded of it daily.
His (deceased) wife was killed by Asgore Dreemurr while he was in a coma.
Him visiting Grillby's daily is a result of Grillby being the father figure he never had, Wingdings was a great big brother but at the end of the day he couldn't provide everything a father could. Unfortunately this led to his alcoholism and why him and Wingdings don't talk much until he takes a shower and removes the smell of alcohol off of himself.
Sexuality: bisexual and internationally wondering wether or not he's Polyamory
Former partner(s): his deceased wife, he refuses to talk about her or say her name but if you look close enough chances are you'll learn.
Current partner(s): none.
Favourite foods: shockingly, not hotdogs. Pepperoni pizza and a green pot noodle are his go to.
Pronouns: he/him
Gender identity: masculine
Flower I feel represents them: Roses, Roses are more typically used by hopeless romantics in media and that's similar to what Sans is. A hopeless romantic who lost his wife all because of his own actions. If only Sans had made better decisions, maybe then she'd still be alive.
Favourite book: He has a massive collection of books about all sorts of plants. He can't pick a favourite out of all of them.
Favourite show: Supernatural or more specifically the first 5 seasons, he hates the other 10 seasons and agrees that the show should've stopped at season 5.
Papyrus Gaster
Personality type: ENTJ
Age: 900 years old (the equivalent of 27 years old for skeleton monsters)
Fun facts:
He can speak English, The old monster language, German, Spanish, Russian, French, Scottish Gaelic, and Irish Gaelic so that's 8 languages!
He's a surprisingly good artist
Despite his gender dysmorphia he's able to wear dresses and looks fucking awesome in them. He's got a light pink dress and guess what? It has pockets! :0
Sad facts:
He doesn't remember either of his parents because their mother died when he was three (killed by their father because he wanted a son and not a daughter, despite the fact Papyrus was born male he played with feminine things which made their father call him a daughter instead of a son) and their father died when he was six years old. (Wingdings caught their father strangling him so he shot their father with 5 bullets, one to each shoulder blade, one to the spine and the final one to the skull)
He can't stand alcohol due to Sans frequently drinking and because of Wingdings talking poorly of alcohol.
He needs to use a cane because when their father died he fell along with their father's corpse and it caused spine damage.
He's autistic but doesn't know because he's never gotten tested and he's too scared to do so anyways because being autistic is usually perceived as being weak.
Sexuality: pansexual and monogamous
Former partner(s): he's had no partners.
Current partner(s): he's been single a good majority of his life.
Favourite food: spaghetti and lasagna :D
Pronouns: He/Him
Gender identity: masculine but dysphoric because many compare him to women. (He's not misogynistic he just grew up in a time were men couldn't be feminine, trust me if you said you were trans fem he'd support you)
Flower I feel represents them: weeds, he grew up in an area that didn't want him and treated him harshly only for him to persist and grow up successful.
Favourite book: doesn't have one, however he does like reading medical textbooks and history books in his spare time.
Favourite show: he'd never admit it but the knights of Guinevere. He feels it's a perfect commentary on the corruption of Disney and capitalism without insulting the traditional princesses.
Posting some of what's in my drafts rn, hope you enjoyed and please remember to eat something and drink some water today! No monster or bleach doesn't count as water and neither does tea. (Sorry fellow tea fans)
