#the tone of this is clearly pretty humourous

[blaintism]

this morning i decided to rank every episode in which blaine appears or is mentioned by the merit of their blaine content. because, i don't know, i'm very neurodivergent or something. so here is, in my opinion, the best to worst blaine episodes:

1. 3x15 “Big Brother”: has a micro celebrity older brother, gets very upset about everyone pointing at him, skips skip day, gets a stuffed animal from his boyfriend, doesn’t feel good enough with his brother around, and reconciles

2. 5x07 “Puppet Master”: has an autistic meltdown, gets gas poisoning, imagines everybody loves him, wants to share his core wounds, gives jake strange advice, steals, and sends puppets to new york city

3. 4x07 “Dynamic Duets”: creates a superhero alter ego, meets evil warbler #2, does autistic stuff, and wants to stop feeling like he’s a bad person

4. 2x12 “Silly Love Songs”: makes a fool out of kurt accidentally, makes a fool out of himself in a gap, becomes a part of a ‘when harry met sally’ situationship, and sings two solos

5. 4x03 “Makeover”: becomes a huge nerd and the president, makes a friend, lies to artie, and realizes he is sad and alone

6. 2x20 “Prom Queen”: delivers part three of his traumatic backstory, is very afraid, makes his solo story relevant, and saves the prom!

7. 4x17 “Guilty Pleasures”: likes wham, is a swiftie in the alternate universe of the promo, sings sam a strangely emotional song, and sam is not homophobic to him

8. 3x17 “Dance with Somebody”: tells everybody that it’s not right but it’s okay, doesn’t want to talk about new york, and has weirdly tan hands

9. 2x16 “Original Song”: forms blaine and the pips, ignores mourning a bird in favor of love, conceives of the worst duet idea of all time, gains +1 boyfriend, and sings two solos

10. 2x06 “Never Been Kissed”: shifts the tectonic plates by making his first appearance, sings teenage dream, delivers part one of his traumatic backstory, and thinks that karofsky isn’t coming out anytime soon

11. 4x16 “Feud”: has cement hair, has his identity stolen, is on the bottom, and is forced to join the cheerios again by nicki minaj

12. 6x07 “Transitioning”: gets hit with some eggs, has a serious case of heart eyes, and cheats but in a cool way this time

13. 5x14 “New New York”: cheers up sam, becomes elliott’s facebook friend, has a good talk with kurt, and moves in with mercedes

14. 3x05 “The First Time”: gets virgin shamed, canonically masturbates, meets evil warbler #1, makes out with kurt hummel drunk, and has sex

15. 2x14 “Blame it on the Alcohol”: thinks it’s cool that kurt and finn are brothers, makes out with rachel berry drunk, defends bisexuals, and is 100% gay

16. 3x11 “Michael”: wants to be starting something, gives the warblers sensitive information, and could lose an eye!

17. 4x11 “Sadie Hawkins”: gets asked out by a girl, has a crush on a boy, and finds out the warblers are taking steroids?!

18. 6x04/05 “The Hurt Locker”: forgets his mom’s name, finds a bear in his house, remembers fettuccine alfredo, and sticks his tongue right in someone’s mouth

19. 4x14 “I Do”: gets groped in a prius, has his honor defended, has sex in a hotel room, and knows he and kurt will not be just friends

20. 5x16 “Tested”: has body image issues, watches porn, admits that he’s scared kurt will stop loving him, and is misinterpreted by the entire fandom

21. 4x04 “The Break Up”: screams, cries, throws up, sobs, falls to his knees,

22. 2x09 “Special Education”: helps kurt out at his new school, doesn’t audition for the solo at sectionals, sings the solo at sectionals, gives kurt bird advice

23. 4x10 “Glee, Actually”: who’s blaine? ice skates and has a mature talk

24. 3x01 “The Purple Piano Project”: joins the new directions, unknowingly blows up a piano, and tries his best to be friendly

25. 4x15 “Girls (And Boys) On Film”: sings three duets with three different duet partners, and has a starring role in kurt’s imagination

26. 4x21 “Wonder-ful”: understands kurt unlike anyone else, and wants to marry him

27. 5x01 “Love Love Love”: sings the best duet with kurt, gets back together with him, is more asian than sam and ryder, gathers every show choir in the state, and proposes

28. 6x02 “Homecoming”: gives us some information on his depression, wears curly hair until he remembers people are racist about it, and attempts to solve misogyny

29. 2x15 “Sexy”: takes advice from sue sylvester, is very cringe, and delivers part two of his traumatic backstory

30. 3x02 “I Am Unicorn”: #juniorgate, is the only person respectful of kurt, and gives great audition #1

31. 4x06 “Glease”: continues to suffer, breaks character, and stands hollow eyed in the hallway

32. 3x08 “Hold on to Sixteen” fights sam, fights finn, and does what his father said and let his mother mold him

33. 5x06 “Movin Out”: visits new york, considers being a doctor or a teacher, and is the piano man

34. 2x11 “The Sue Sylvester Shuffle”: sings a banger solo, mercedes and rachel talk at him while he eats, and he attends a mckinley football game

35. 4x01 “The New Rachel”: tells kurt to leave (affectionate) and is the titular character

36. 3x14 “On My Way”: has an emotional breakdown in front of god and everyone, and then raps

37. 4x05 “The Role You Were Born to Play”: cries and sings his best solo, which is great audition #2

38. 2x18 “Born This Way”: sings somewhere only we know, which should make the top but it’s his only scene

39. 6x13 “Dreams Come True”: becomes a father, and loves kurt very very much

40. 3x22 “Goodbye”: is now in ‘the notebook,’ shares a lot of meaningful looks, and wears a lobster cardigan

41. 6x08 “A Wedding”: he gets married i guess. points for his vows

42. 4x22 “All Or Nothing”: is insulted by brittany once again, buys a ring for kurt, and sings a duet with marley

43. 3x09 “Extraordinary Merry Christmas”: is kurt’s best friend and holiday roommate, and gets some good gifts from rachel

44. 4x08 “Thanksgiving”: doesn’t exist until kurt calls him on the phone, and yet it’s such a good phone call that it beats the episodes below

45. 5x11 “City of Angels”: is too gay to lead the glee club, reads the show choir blogs, and has sexual tension with skylar astin 

46. 4x12 “Naked”: becomes santa, gets an unnecessary spray tan, and is a supportive friend

47. 5x20 “The Untitled Rachel Berry Project”: is given kurt’s trust, doesn’t want to sleep with brittany fictionally, and defeats a homophobic old lady

48. 2x17 “A Night of Neglect”: he gets taken on a date to a high school and pushes some people around

49. 6x01 “Loser Like Me”: has been in his flop era since Kurt broke up with him, but he does have a new boyfriend!

50. 2x10 “A Very Glee Christmas”: he sings a flirty christmas duet with kurt, who is much better than that girls gonna be

51. 6x03 “Jagged Little Tapestry”: sings in kurt’s imagination about how much he misses kurt, and gets a bad home makeover

52. 3x03 “Asian F”: gets flowers and a leading role

53. 2x22 “New York”: loves kurt

54. 5x19 “Old Dog New Tricks”: likes seeing kurt so happy

55. 4x09 “Swan Song”: joins the cheerios

56. 2x07 “The Substitute”: sees a purse fall out of kurt’s mouth, and is discussed by kurtcedes as if he’s kurt’s boyfriend 

57. 5x17 “Opening Night”: knows a good gay club

58. 3x16 “Saturday Night Glee-ver”: loves dancing and otherwise disappears

59. 3x13 “Heart”: is back from the dead and more cute and compact than ever!

60. 4x02 “Britney 2.0”: sings my favorite mashup

61. 3x18 “Choke”: is a supportive boyfriend

62. 3x20 “Props”: wonders what a guys gotta do to get a little candy situation, and gets a hot pretzel at the mall with kurt

63. 5x04 “A Katy or a Gaga”: is obviously a katy

64. 4x13 “Diva”: points for him being a guy diva, singing don’t stop me now, being cute when he’s sick, being gay, and liking asian representation, but a huge subtraction for the non consensual touching from tina and him apologizing to her at the end

89. 3x19 “Prom-asaurus”: experiences discrimination, but at least he watches lesbians on tv, is an expert on the bill of rights, and has a very sweet boyfriend

65. 5x09 “Frenemies”: people are mad at him for having good grades, but he’s actually really cool about it and offers for them to share his valedictorian speech

66. 5x05 “The End Of Twerk”: unfortunately causes the entire twerking situation

67. 3x04 “Pot O Gold”: sings last friday night, to the dismay of people who usually sing all the time and will not sing any less in the future

68. 3x07 “I Kissed A Girl”: sings a corny duet to my delight, and otherwise has no thoughts about the difficulties of being gay suddenly

69. 5x02 “Tina in the Sky with Diamonds”: is as always a good friend, hits a really high note

70. 3x21 “Nationals”: is simply present, sings come on! hold tight!, and is the only person who isn’t kissed after they win

71. 6x12 “2009”: has stopped living a lie, but starts living a plot hole

88. 5x15 “Bash”: is strangely sidelined in an episode where his fiancé is attacked, but at least he reads star wars fanfiction

72. 5x13 “New Directions”: gets into NYADA, and makes out with kurt in tina’s mind

73. 5x12 “100”: gets his song stolen, and is given a gift for his wedding night sodomy

74. 6x10 “The Rise and Fall of Sue Sylvester”: is very very sad dalton burned down

75. 4x20 “Lights Out”: gets mostly cut from the episode, and is still a cheerio

76. 3x06 “Mash Off”: looks like a time traveler with quinn

77. 6x11 “We Built this Glee Club”: thinks glitter is pretty

78. 4x18 “Shooting Star”: is scared and sad, BUT PARENT MENTION???

79. 3x10 “Yes/No”: does not say a word but gives kurt a cute look

80. 5x03 “The Quarterback”: is understandably not in this episode very much

81. 6x06 “What the World Needs Now”: certainly appears as some point

82. 2x19 “Rumours”: doesn’t appear but is the subject of rumors, rachel thinks he’s better than sam

83. 3x12 “The Spanish Teacher”: burt wants to tell him kurt got a NYADA audition

84. 6x09 “Child Star”: he’s on his honeymoon off screen, which kinda rocks

85. 5x18 “The Back Up Plan”: is a lying liar

86. 5x08 “Previously Unaired Christmas”: gets told to shut up, and does

87. 4x19 “Sweet Dreams”: gets yelled at for not being responsible for a group of traumatized children by Mr. Schue, the teacher

#blaine anderson #glee #text #blaine meta #long post #feel free to let me know if you disagree #don't take it too seriously though #the tone of this is clearly pretty humourous #although there's some slight passive aggression if you wanna try to spot it #it's for fun

[luveline]

WOULD LOOOVE to see badass reader get jealous over someone flirting with spencer

ty for requesting ♡ —spencer reassures you when he catches the eye of a receptionist at the ocean city precinct. fem!reader, 1.3k

Hotch lives on coffee lately. Any type from any source, he doesn't care what it tastes like so long as it keeps him awake. You're similar, in that even if you hated it, you'd keep it to yourself. 

But you're frowning in disgust at your cup. Eyebrows wrinkled, lips in a fierce line. Hotch sighs and puts his hand on the back of your chair. "Are you alright?" he asks. 

You've never told him otherwise. "Fine. Thank you." 

"There's water in my bag," he offers. You won't meet his eyes. You probably have a headache. "And aspirin." 

For as long as he's known you and worked with you, you've been as you are now, quiet, stern, with little sense of humour at work and not much more outside of it. The only evidence of your soft heart is how you work like a dog, and how you treat your coworker, Spencer. He's your achilles heel, your tender spot in all the tough scarring. Hotch knows there's nothing anyone can do to make you feel better if they aren't him. 

Hotch turns on the spot to look for him. The case you're working on here in Maryland has hit a lul, and exhausted faces peek out from behind their desks at Hotch's looking. He searches for the short mop of brown hair that's required and finds it in an unusual place. 

Spencer has been waylaid by a receptionist. Glimmering eyes, shiny silver fingernails that tap the desk in front of her as she speaks, the receptionist clearly has Spencer hanging on. He takes a step back and she doubles down, her storytelling audible from across the room. 

"You'll have to see it for yourself, Dr. Reid, it's a sight!" 

Hotch looks at you from the corner of his eye. "I see." 

"Don't know what you're talking about," you mutter. You stand and tip your coffee into the bin, letting the cup fall in after it morosely. 

"Why don't you go and help Reid?" Hotch asks. 

"Help Reid what?" you ask. Your tone betrays you —jealousy, sure, that slight crisp to your words that must hurt on the way out, but worse is the weakness as your sentence ends. You're jealous, and it's upsetting you. "I don't think I want to help him with that." 

Derek swings into the sequestered space you've been using to operate and beams at you like he knows exactly what you're thinking. 

"Isn't it surprising how quiet he can be? Years of catching bad guys and he can't say no to a pretty woman," Derek says, giving you a knowing look.

You and Derek have a half-hearted rivalry in that he loves to flirt and you disapprove. Your soft spot extends solely to Spencer no matter how hard Derek tries to sway you, though as you and Spencer have gotten closer, you've softened.

Hotch thinks that Derek's teasing might erase any progress that's been made. 

"Morgan," he says reproachfully. 

Derek makes a who, me? face but quickly gives in. "Why don't you go save him?" he asks you. 

"He doesn't need saving. Spencer is a grown man who can make his own choices," you say quietly. 

Hotch bites his tongue. Thankfully, Derek speaks up, without any teasing. "Spencer's been expected to  know how to do things without any help since he was a kid. I really think he just doesn't know how to walk away." 

You look down at your hands. Hotch has been doing his job for a long time, and he can guess what you're thinking from a misaligned finger. You don't feel like you measure up to the woman at reception. You're insecure about Spencer's affection for you, because you can't understand why he likes you so much to begin with. Hotch has thought it about Haley, Derek of Savannah. It's a very human doubt.

"Spencer tends to stand straight," Hotch says, bringing the lip of his paper cup up. "Right now, he's leaning away." 

It's in as simple terms as he can put it without outright telling you that he really, truly believes that Spencer wouldn't bother with anyone who isn't you. That Spencer loves you in the young, all encompassing way, even though neither of you seems to have realised the depth of it yet. 

Confident, no air of the girl frowning down at her hands, you leave the nook to approach Spencer from behind. 

"Hi," Hotch hears you say, "you okay?" 

Spencer visibly relaxes. "Hey, I'm fine. Uh, Y/N, this is Anabelle. Annabelle, this is my partner, Y/N." 

"Partner?" Derek asks. 

It's news to Hotch. Perhaps news to you, if the way you take his hand is any hint. It's like you've never held it before, and Hotch knows you have, he's seen you linking pinkies under tables. 

You strangle his fingers with yours. Spencer doesn't move an inch.

"She was just telling me about the sightseeing you can do here. Have you ever seen the world's longest worm on a string?" he asks you. 

"Hi, Annabelle," you say, turning to Spencer with poorly masked whiplash. "We're gonna try narrowing the search radius." 

"Oh, right." Spencer lets go of your hand in favour of putting a hand behind your shoulder, saying his thank yous and goodbyes to Annabelle before guiding you back to the makeshift BAU base camp. "What took you so long?" 

"What took me so long?" you ask.

"I thought you liked me!" Spencer says, teasing, his voice pitching higher. "I didn't know how to tell her I've already read the pamphlet she was quoting. She seemed nice though, right?" 

"She seemed nice, Spence," you agree, a little wobbly still but a thousand times less sullen than before. "I– of course I like you, you know I like you. Right?" 

Hotch is proud of Spencer for how remarkably he responds. Spencer puts his body between you and Hotch and Derek where they're standing to offer you the privacy you prefer, dropping his voice to match your tentativeness. "Yeah, I know. I was kidding. I think they'd have to reassess my position on this team if I didn't know that." He grabs your arm, thumb pressing into the crook of your elbow. "Are you okay?"

"I thought maybe she was flirting with you." 

Spencer shrugs uneasily. "Maybe. It wouldn't make a difference to me. Do you know that?" 

Your head dips down. Hotch can't hear what you say, honestly, he doesn't want to know. Eavesdropping on the people he cares about in their unhappy moments isn't something he makes a habit of, but it's hard not to hear Spencer's response. "Don't say that," he murmurs. "That's not true… We'll talk about it later, okay?"

You clear your throat. "Yeah. Whatever you want."

Derek doesn't hide that he's been listening very well, pulling a crime scene document up to his eye line as you and Spencer pull apart. Your eyebrows furrow into a glare, but it's Spencer who says, "What?" 

Hotch bites back a smile. Derek grins and holds his hands up in surrender. 

"Just nice to see you taking care of my favourite girl," he smarms.

"Stop. You're extremely unprofessional," Spencer says, helping you into your seat unnecessarily.

"And you're not?" Derek asks, gesturing to his hand where it lingers behind your shoulders. 

You finally chip in, apparently back to your regular self. "Only one of us was responsible for a unit wide HR mandate about inappropriate behaviour." 

"You cannot keep bringing that up." 

"Why not?" 

Hotch takes a sip of his tepid coffee. He'd rather not get involved. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hate sex with Eddie (but clearly they’re into each other)

18+

“Turn ‘round.”

A gruff voice, hands on your hips pulling you closer, the breath knocked out of you every time you were pulled roughly onto the hard cock that was fucking you from behind.

“No,” you replied, nothing but stubbornness in your tone. “Don’t wanna see your - fuck - stupid face.” Your eyes were closed, cheek pressed to the bedsheets that smelled like smoke and boy.

Eddie.

A dark chuckle, a low laugh that made your toes curl and the arch in your back a little deeper. You waited, ass popped, ready for the smack that never came. Instead, Eddie grabbed at the dough of your hips and slammed himself into you, his pace quickening until you were keening, mouth hanging open, teeth biting the duvet.

“You’re a lot prettier when you’re doin’ as you’re told,” Eddie huffed, humour colouring his tone. He slowed down, hips rolling achingly soft, smacking away your hand with another laugh when you whined and tried to reach for your clit. “C’mon, turn around.”

Knowing you wouldn’t get what you wanted unless you have the boy what he wanted, you flipped yourself over, naked and bold, glaring up at Eddie from his pillows.

“Getting real sentimental for a quick fuck, Munson,” you snarked, trying your best to act annoyed even when your fingers snuck back between your thighs, rubbing determined circles. “You going all soft on me?”

Eddie grinned, a sharklike flash of his teeth, all dark and dangerous, messy curls and tattoos. He hooked his hands under your knees, pulling you towards him. He was as naked as you, kneeling with his legs spread, ready to push back into you, his cock hard and heavy as he tapped it over your clit.

“Does it feel like I am?”

You were ready to say something awful but Eddie sunk back into you, setting a punishing pace, one hand holding your knee up and out to keep your spread, the other closing around your neck, making your feel fuzzy.

Eddie tutted, pouted and dropped his tone to something low and pretty and condescending. “Not got much to disagree ‘bout now, huh sweetheart?”

You made some kind of sound, something between a whine and whimper, doe eyed and flushing. You’d stay quiet now, letting Eddie make you come, maybe even sighing his name real prettier for him.

And then you’d get dressed and leave without so much as a kiss, maybe another biting comment, only for Eddie to bite back and call you the next night, asking for the same thing.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #Eddie baby blurb

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea the Series: Intro (First Impressions & Predictions)

Because I'm a huge over-analyser whose known for my lengthy BL essays - here are my takeaways from the very brief glimpse we got to Mahasamut and Tongrak. They gave us literally a 1 minute teaser, so as you can imagine, I'm filling in a lot of blanks at this stage.

TONGRAK

Tongrak looks like he's going to be an unapologetic menace. A very sexy and sassy menace. He has an air of blasé indifference which screams 'yeah and so what?' you're not the boss of me'. Someone whose clearly a bit prickly, petulant and headstrong. Writers are often independent or even loners, as it's a very solitary field. They have a very strong vision of what they want, which can mean a reluctance to compromise.

I mentioned that he gives 'I know I'm hot shit' energy. He exudes a confident sexuality which is shown in how assertive he is when flirting and the smugness in how he retorts. He knows he's hot commodity and isn't afraid to flaunt it. Probably is used to having people wrapped around his little finger. 'We play by my rules, I decide if I want you or not'. At worst he may even see people around him as playthings.

Based on the general premise of the series, Tongrak comes to the seaside for inspiration. Uppity cosmopolitan city boy thrown in to the bohemian outdoors. He looks very noticeably out of place in this setting. But he may use that to his advantage, knowing others are looking at him, dazzled by a prince in the middle of literal nowhere.

MAHASAMUT

Now what comes across most strongly about Mahasamut is that he's clearly very possessive. This is signposted multiple times in this brief introduction alone. He steals Tongrak away when he's flirting with someone else. He drags him by the wrist across the beach. I assume at this point they've not known each other long and he's being very handsy and grabby. He asserts that Tongrak 'will have to love him.' (Which could mean: I'll make you fall in love with me whether you like it or not, OR you falling in love with me is inevitable because I'm just too goddamn charming). Pretty presumptuous all the same.

This tells us that Mahasamut is equally self-assured. He has bags of confidence in his ability to keep Tongrak interested. Though he's being turned down, he doesn't appear dissuaded or phased in the slightest. Whether this is due to being generally a bit thick-headed, or putting on a front in order not to let Tongrak feel like he's won, is too early to say.

It's also worth noting that people who have such confidence in their conviction often haven't failed before. And there's a certain naivete in that. It's the whole 'through hard work and determination I can conquer all' mentality, which is not always the case.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC

Now what really fascinates me about this collision of personalities is that these two are going to butt heads. A lot. Whether that's in a good-humoured tug of war, or a stubborn battle of wills. Tongrak is resistant in a 'I refuse to compromise' type of way. Mahasamut is persistent in a 'I refuse to let it go' type of way (like a dog with a bone). Neither wants to give in. Both are declaring, 'you're going to want me'.

So Tongrak and Mahasamut are not your typical match on paper. There will be fireworks (most likely good and bad). It'll probably take them much longer to find equal footing that goes beyond just sexual attraction or lust. This is why I've got a hunch the love scenes are going to pop off. We're going to get angry sex, I'm calling it now.

You could argue that Tongrak and Mahasamut do share some similarities with Sky and Prapai - particularly with the bickering and chasing - just dialled up to 100.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS

ATMOSPHERE: The setting by the sea should prove to be a really interesting way of playing on tone. Watching those two interact whilst the wind blew around them, with the crashing of the waves in the distance was a whole mood.

CONTEXT: This feels leaps and bounds removed from the more grounded setting of Love in the Air. It almost feels like a summer fling. We're getting what appears to be a more adult backdrop, which I always greatly appreciate within the BL genre.

STYLING: Tongrak's outfits are going to murder me. The silky, drapey, billowy, low cut shirts with ample collarbone on show? CHRIST. Paired with the dainty jewellery. Kill me now.

Also, love the fact they were referring to each other as 'MISTER' and 'SIR'. Like SIR, DO YOU MIND? SIR, I'VE GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU. SOMETHING GOT YOU HOT AND BOTHERED, SIR?

#love sea #love sea the series #love sea meta #memindy #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #mahasamut #tongrak #they're both going to be petty #'you like me more' #'no YOU like me more' #bothered squared #its starting my friends

[xxshujiswhorexx]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 5)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

“C’mere, bunny.” Vox beckoned you over. With a crooked finger and a hazed smirk, his red eyes narrowed, his intense gaze beckoning you over, without room to decline.

Vox always looked particularly handsome off the clock. His sleeves rolled up to expose his thick forearms, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. His thick hands and strong arms looked so inviting, how could you ever think of disobeying him?

Approaching tentatively, you padded over, feet bare and still clothed in silky pajamas. Looking up, you met his intense gaze slowly, pupils dilating at the sight of his expression.

“Mr Vox..? D-did I do good, sir?” Vox chuckled at your reply, grabbing your wrists to pull you closer, as you forced out a surprised yelp. He took another look at you; the gentle glow of his screen illuminated your soft face, as he dropped a claw to caress your cheeks, pinching them when he saw your embarrassment.

“Y’know dollface, I told Velvette she could use you today since work is light in my department. But, im starting to regret not keeping you all to myself. Imagine, you on my lap, my undivided attention. We could have had plenty of fun, y’know. But i guess this is still pretty good.” As he spoke, he slipped a hand under your silky button up, forcing your breath to hitch. Clawed fingers danced up your sides, massaging the flesh before finding their place on your tits.

He took a nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling, trying to force a reaction out of you. In response, you yelped slightly at the pleasurable pain, legs shaky as you collapsed against his chest, snapping Vox out of his lustful gaze as he scooped you up, exiting the room with you cradled in his arms.

“She better have been useful, Vel. Satan knows the shit we coulda done today.” Vox called over his shoulder as he kicked open the door, taking long strides to his office.

“Cut the shit Vox, we both know she’s the prettiest one we got.” Velvette’s bored tone rang through the studio, he gaze fixed on her phone and she headed out towards her own office.

“Take it easy on her this time, yeah? I might need her again soon.”

Vox groaned at the implication, a day without your company already tedious and irritating. He certainly wouldn’t be allowing this again any time soon.

“Mr Vox?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his gaze returning to you.

“Yes, bunny?”

“C-can we go home, soon?” Your small hands gripped his shirt, head buried in the crook of his neck, the public embarrassment clearly getting to you. Vox carrying an employee in her pajamas was certainly not a sight that was seen everyday on the VoxTek campus, and many sinners weren’t polite enough to mask their stares and glances.

Noticing your discomfort, Vox shifted you in his arms. “Of course, dollface. We can go right now.”

~

Barely had you arrived home, when Vox placed you upon his mattress, pinning your hands above your head in one hand, the other spreading your thighs to make room for him between your legs. His mouth attacked your neck, alternating between sucking dark bruises, licking them to ease the pain, and nipping at them with his canines, littering you neck with purples and reds, as he began his attack on your collarbones.

“S-sir~ p-please, haah, i w-wanna touch you, p-please.” You squirmed under his strong hold, the intense stimulation fogging your mind of any clear thought. Vox smirked against your skin, choosing to humour you and release you wrists, his hands grabbing your plush waist, lifting your hips from the heavy mattress. Your hands quickly came down to scratch at his back, his dress shirt preventing you from the skin to skin contact you so desperately craved.

Whining at him with teary eyes, Vox finally got the message, sitting back to yank of his tie and button down, the constraining feeling agitating him. He then ripped apart your silky button up, using a sharp claw to tear your bra in half down the centre, before finally leaning down again to allow you the skin contact you wished for.

The feeling of his warm, bare chest against your own made you whine, the intimacy of the act making you squirm in desperation and anticipation.

Groaning at your pleasure, Vox rutted his hips against your core, attempting to alleviate the ache in his balls, his intense arousal visible as his nails ever so slightly digged into your hips.

“Mr V-Vox, please, t-touch me..~” Your whines and pants spurred him on, Vox continuing to grind against you, the pressure on your clit feeling absolutely delicious as you bucked your hips back against him, your slick starting to seep through your soft panties.

Hastily, Vox pulled down your panties, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy, clit throbbing and needy. Spreading your lips with two fingers, he watching in fascination as your hole pulsed and clenched around nothing, in carnal desire.

“So wet f’me, princess. What’s gotcha all worked up, huh?”

You whined at his teasing, making grabby hands at him, wanting his attention, and his cock.

“N-need you, hah~, sir.. P-please, f-fuck me..”

With a thick gulp, Vox undid his belt and slacks, pulling his rock hard cock out of his boxers, a wet patch visible from his precum. He squeezed himslef harshly, hissing at tbe contact, giving it a few pumps before lining up his angry, red tip with your entrance.

Collecting your slick with his tip, he prodded your clit gently a few times before finally pushing in, sinking into your heat with a deep moan. Your blunt fingernails scratching at his shoulders, digging into his firm muscle and flesh, as he began thrusting into you, his pace steadily increasing, the friction against your gummy walls driving you crazy, his swollen tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

You could feel the coil in your tummy growing, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes and his cock jammed against that gummy spot in your walls, pussy gushing around his length. You could tell Vox was close as well, his breathing laboured and his thrusts uneven.

With a final groan in your ear, Vox buried himself in your warmth, hitting that spongy spot and one hand crept around to grab at your cotton tail, yanking on it and squeezing it, as he came deep inside you, painting your walls white with his cream.

The sensation of being filled, with the intense stimulation of your sensitive fluff being tugged on was enough for the coil in your tummy to snap, cumming all over Vox’s cock, pussy clenching harshly as your legs shook and your floppy ears twitched, body seizing up before going limp.

You struggled to stay concious as Vox pulled out with a tired groan, your cum and his streaming out of your swollen, abused pussy, coating your thighs and the sheets beneath you.

Vox chuckled at your sleepy expression, laying you down gently as he wiped you legs clean of cum.

The last thing you could remember was a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, and a

“good night, baby bunny.”

A/N: why is writing smut so tiring?????

Tags: @enby-rising @whocaresimnothere @christineblood @sirenetheblogger @vash-yuu

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #valentino x reader #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #smut #x reader #baby bunny #hazbin hotel x reader

[theninthdoor]

OMG SO YOURE BACK. crying. Can you please do a reading on what attracts the ATEEZ members first in a person?

how is this my first ateez reading?? 😭💗 i'm so sorry

Seonghwa || two of swords: Calmness; silence. Cold beauty. When someone really makes you work hard to get more than three words out of them at once. Indifference.

Hongjoong || ten of cups: Extroversion. People who smile from ear to ear; pretty smiles. Individuals who make everyone feel welcome, no matter how long you've known them for. Warmth.

Yunho || nine of swords: He may like it when someone looks very, very shy; maybe even a little awkward. Yunho likes to feel as if they need him to protect them or pull them out of their shell.

Yeosang || king of wands: Confidence!; assertiveness; magnetism; powerful voices + personalities; toned bodies. Individuals who are clearly very sure of themselves, and aren't afraid of being in the spotlight, specially in front of crowds or groups of people.

San || seven of wands rx: San may really enjoy seeing someone who's both confident in themselves but also humble enough to admit their flaws/faults/or that they could be wrong in their opinions or decisions. On top of that, people who make you feel like you can let your guard down and be your true imperfect self. People who are easy to reach and relate to.

Mingi || four of swords: Low energy individuals. Quiet and calm personalities; introverts. Soft speakers. Those who make you feel relaxed just by being in their presence. Soft and sleepy eyes; long eyelashes.

Wooyoung || three of cups: Sociable and fun-loving personalities. Plus, when someone just seems to know or be friends with everybody around. The life of the party. Laughter.

Jongho || four of wands: Cheerful, good-humoured people. He may feel attracted to someone whose love language is physical touch, or even someone who just really enjoys giving hugs. Also, those who have a very homely, warm and inviting energy.

#tqqateez #ateez tarot #kpop tarot #ateez astrology #ateez tarot reading #ateez ideal type

[wonijinjin]

trust fall

synopsis: mingyu is afraid of heights, but what happens when you try to convince him to go on the ferris wheel in the amusement park?

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff, if you squint angst and comfort, humour/crack | pairing: mingyu x gn! reader | warnings: mention of the word ‘death’

you and mingyu have been planning your date night to the amusement park for weeks, and now you two finally had some spare time to spend together, which was rare nowadays as you both had busy schedules all the time. after a delicious dinner cooked by your chef boyfriend you got into his car and drove to the park. it was a bit further away from the city than you expected, but you had a great drive nonetheless, catching up on how things had been going in the past few weeks.

when you arrived the first thing you suggested was going on the ferris wheel as watching the sunset from there seemed like a pretty romantic idea, however unfortunately mingyu did not really appreciate your creativity as he was notoriously afraid of heights. “come on mingyu baby, it isn’t that high, it is literally the shortest ferris wheel i have ever seen for real!” you said, trying to convince your six foot tall baby of a boyfriend to agree. “i will hold your hand the entire time if you want it baby. please, i really want to see it!” you pleaded with puppy eyes, which has always been effective when trying to win him over. “no way. are you crazy? what if it breaks? we could literally die! i am way too handsome for dying here on a ferris wheel, that would be so pathetic.” he whined, clearly more scared than you thought he would be. “okay, fine. i won’t push it further ‘gyu.” you sighed, disappointed. “let’s go, i guess i will have to miss out on a romantic ride with the most beautiful scenery ever.” you commented with a pout.

“i can’t believe you actually agreed!” you jumped with excitement while waiting in line for the ferris wheel ten minutes after him saying no to the idea. “well you are not alone, because neither can i. the things i do for you, you little brat!” he groaned dramatically in disapproval, but you could see the smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. “hey, rude! that little brat loves you very much!” you smacked his arm lightly. “if you loved me you wouldn’t have suggested this in the first place! you know i hate these things!” he pouted. “it will be fun i swear! you will get all the kisses in the world up there, i think it is a pretty good deal, no better distraction needed.” you smirked.

it was your turn to enter the cabins so you grabbed his hand and got into one. everything was going smoothly…well, except for your scaredy-cat boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life and knocking the air out of your lungs, you didn’t mind it though since he already did you a favour by agreeing to go up together. when you arrived at the top of the wheel it stopped so people could admire the view. only one thing was wrong with this action, mingyu who hasn’t been on anything higher than his height in years didn’t know the reason for the wait. “oh my god we aren’t gonna survive, are we? i told you this was a bad idea! how are we gonna get down from here now?” he panicked, borderline crying. “mingyu baby, noone is gonna stay here, it stopped in order to provide time for us to look at the scenery, everything is fine.” you tried to calm him down. “but what if-“ you kissed him, pulling him closer than he already was, caressing his neck and playing with his hair in the process. he was taken aback by your sudden action, but kissed back passionately, loosening the grip he had on your hand since sitting down in the cabin. he could only focus on you, the way your lips felt on his, your touch light as a feather, yet so firm and comforting. after some time you finally broke apart. “was this a good distraction?” you asked in a curious tone. he seemed confused for a moment then took in his surroundings. “woah, i literally forgot where i was for a moment.” he mumbled, still a bit dazed. “look out, the sunset is so gorgeous!” you whispered while giving him a peck on his lips. “not more gorgeous than you, my love.” he smiled. you hugged him tightly and the two of you got to enjoy the view for a little while before the wheel started moving again, this time taking you back to the ground.

“you really are something special, baby. after you kissed me i wasn’t scared, not even for a moment. i felt so safe, because i was with you. thank you for this, it was amazing.” he said after climbing out, picking you up and smothering you in kisses. “i am glad you enjoyed it after all. it was something worth seeing.” you grinned, happy that your boyfriend got over his fear. “i got the chance to see it thanks to you baby. it would have been a shame if we ditched this because of me.” he giggled. “but i am happy to be on solid ground again though!” he added, which made you chuckle. you kissed him one more time. “my hero puppy.”

#wonijinjin #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #fluff #mingyu #svt mingyu #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #svt x reader #seventeen x reader

[maxsimagination]

𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗜𝗜 - 𝗺.𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻

warnings: probably a kiss or something, two parts

• part 1 • part 2

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it had been a week of training, a week of getting to know mapi. we had exchanged numbers after she'd offered to take me out and show me the highlights of barcelona. we had decided on today, hence why i was up at 6 in the morning.

i didn't know where we were planning on going, mapi said she wanted to surprise me. my phone pings with a text from her saying she was out the front. i grabbed my things and headed down, excited for what she had planned.

"hola, i hope your excited." i was grinning when i hopped into her car. "of course i'm excited, the mapi leon is taking me to see barcelona." she laughed at my humour and we drove out of my street to where ever mapi had planned. barcelona was a beautiful city, the sun was rising and the colours were thrown through the sky like a painting.

even though i didn't know where we were going, my head was still out of the window most of the time, enjoying the beauty of barcelona. it took just under an hour but mapi had driven us into the heart of barcelona, to the arco de triunfo. i was in awe, i had never seen anything like it.

i took a couple of pictures of it, before mapi took one of me with it, then i asked someone walking past if they could take one of me and mapi. i thanked them when they had and mapi tugged my hand back to walk to the car and show me to our next place.

we had drove past castell dels tres dragons, and i managed to get a picture of it, then mapi pulled up to museo picasso. it was a beautiful art gallery, over 4,000 pieces were on display.

we walked through the building, admiring the artwork, although i was pretty sure that mapi's eyes were on me the whole time. after that we went to three other locations; mural del beso, muralla romana and el cap de barcelona. finally, to end our day out we stopped off at a sushi place.

"this is amazing, thank you so much mapi." i thanked the woman profusely, she had shown me the most amazing places, my camera roll was full. "no problem, y/n." we sat together eating our sushi, when i had a thought. "is your real name mapi? or is it a nickname?"

i knew her as mapi, but i swear ingrid had told me her full name before. "my full name is maria pilar león cebrián." she had a shy look on her face and i smiled gently at her admission. "that's a beautiful name." we spent the last bit of our time speaking together before we had to drive back home. another hour later we arrived at my apartment and i had to get out.

"thankyou again for today. i really enjoyed it." i pushed my luck a bit and leant forward to press a kiss to her cheek before hopping out of the car. i looked back to see mapi, stunned in the drivers seat and blushing. "adiós, y/n." (bye, y/n.)

——

it was training day today. i groaned when that thought came to mind, i wanted it to be yesterday so i could see all of the landmarks mapi showed me again. ingrid was picking me up again this morning so i waited for her 'i'm here' text before i grabbed my stuff and went outside. when i got into the car she immediately asked about yesterday.

"how was it?" "it was incredible. she showed me the most amazing places and took me for sushi at the end." i rambled on about how much i enjoyed the day with mapi. ingrid was smiling while listening to me go on about it. "you really like mapi, don't you?" she asked with a knowing tone.

i had to pause for a second to let it register. all my feelings ran through my mind as i took my time. "i think, yea, i do." clearly ingrid wasn't expecting that answer from me as she whipped back to me. "wait really?" "yea." a growing smile turned into a giant grin on ingrid as she drove. "oh my god, you have to tell her! she definitely has a thing for you."

"she does not! she was probably just being nice yesterday." i knew i was kidding myself, i had pecked her on the cheek yesterday and she was blushing. if she was just being nice she wouldn't react like that. but my humility stood in the way of that thought.

we finally got to camp nou and both walked in together. everyone was in the cafeteria so we went to join them. mapi, aitana, patri, alexia and marta were all at a table together. ingrid beat me to the seats and chose to sit next to alexia, which left me to sit with mapi. i knew she did that on purpose.

we all started talking and continued for a bit before i got hungry and went to get some food. i was gone for about ten minutes, there was a line, and unbeknownst to me ingrid had started talking with mapi.

when i came back, they didn't realise i could hear them and i caught the last bit of the conversation. "... me gusta mucho y/n." (i really like y/n.) i stopped where i was, not wanting to interrupt what she was saying. but ingrid spotted me and beckoned me over, which caught mapi off guard and she stopped talking.

i walked back over and sat down next to mapi, trying my hardest not to act awkward. i think ingrid knew that i had heard and could understand what mapi had said and she nodded at me, trying to get me to talk to her. i have in and told myself 'fuck it, why not'.

i leant towards mapi and whispered in her ear, "a mí también me gustas mucho maría." i could see her tense up when i said that, she didn't know that i knew spanish fluently. "¿de veras?" (really?) she questioned me. "sí." (yes.) i nodded. she grinned at my confirmation and grabbed my hand to lead me away from the table and out to the hall.

"you're telling me that you knew spainish this whole time?" i laughed.

"yes, it was ingrid's idea."

mapi just laughed at that.

"of course it was. well in that case, ¿quieres ser mi novia?" (will you be my girlfriend?)

i grinned at her.

"absolutamente, maría." (absolutely, maría.)

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #mapi leon #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine

[wehangout]

Jen, how would you feel about 47? 😁

Send me a number and I’ll write a gallavich kiss 👄

Thank you, Evie!

47. - - out of spite

"Morning," you say, watching Mickey - who looks adorably fucking sleepy even if you'll never say it to his face - shuffle down the stairs and into the kitchen. You meet him next to the table and plant a quick kiss to his lips. "Feeling better?"

He mumbles something about it being just a cold, but leans heavily into you. You press another kiss to the top of his head, maybe, kind of, a little bit breathing in the scent of him.

"Coffee?" you ask, one last, quick kiss to his temple before pulling back. He nods and moves to sit opposite Carl and Liam at the table while you pour him a cup.

"I want some coffee," Carl says when you bring Mickey's cup over.

"Then get up and get it," you tell him. You hand Mickey his cup with a smile and another kiss to his hair. "I gotta get to work. You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Gallagher. It's a fuckin' cold."

You sit next to him and rest the back of your hand against his forehead. "Not warm."

"Because it's a cold," he says, picking up his coffee mug and chugging it down quickly. "I'm fine."

You hold his free hand in your own, bring it to your lips and kiss his knuckles. "You sure?" You press his hand to your face and place a kiss in his palm. "Because I can call in sick."

"Gallagher." His tone is all exasperation, but his eyes are soft. "I'm okay."

"Fine." You lean in and kiss his cheek before getting up and filling your travel mug. "Can I at least make you some breakfast before I go?"

"No," he says, and you can practically see his eye roll through the back of his head. He gets up and meets you in the kitchen, refills his coffee. "Go to work."

You pull him into a hug. "Fine. But I'm calling on my lunch break."

"Uh-huh."

You smooth a hand down his back and kiss his shoulder. Pull back to look at him, concerned but sure he'd tell you if he needed you. You lean in and press another kiss to his forehead, your sweet gesture interrupted by Carl's snort of laughter from the table.

"That's nine," he says.

You and Mickey both turn to look at him.

"The fuck're you talkin' about?" Mickey asks.

"Ian's kissed you nine times in the minute-and-a-half you've been downstairs."

Mickey's snort matches Carls. "Sounds about right."

"What?" You look between the three of them. "No I fucking haven't."

"You did," Liam says. "We were counting."

"Why the fuck were you counting?" Mickey asks, leaning back against the sink.

"Yeah, why were you counting?"

Carl smirks. "Because it's the same fucking thing every morning."

"Literally every morning," Liam agrees.

"So today we decided to keep track."

"Losers," Mickey says into his coffee cup.

"Ian's the one who can't keep his lips to himself," Carl says.

You look between the three of them, arms over your chest. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not bad," Liam says.

"Just lame," Carl continues.

You look at Mickey. "Do you think it's lame?"

"'Course not," he says. "I know you can't help yourself."

You scoff. "Fuck you, I can help myself."

"Sure you can, stud."

"You're not irresistible, Mickey."

"No, but you're a kisser." He shrugs one shoulder and takes a sip of coffee, but you're pretty sure his smug smirk stays in place the entire time. "Always have been."

You look at the three of them again, scowling at their knowing looks, and reach for your bag.

"Whatever. I don't need to kiss you, Mickey."

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck you, I don't." You turn to your brothers. "Pay attention tomorrow, assholes. I won't kiss him once."

"Sure you won't," Mickey agrees, clearly humouring you.

"How about you don't kiss him now?" Carl says. "No kiss goodbye."

"Whatever. It's nothing. Fuck you all, I'm going to work."

Bag on your back, you leave the kitchen, and ignore their chuckles. You pause at the door to get your boots on. Reach for the handle. Stop.

"Fuck."

You storm back into the kitchen, finding Mickey exactly where you left him, leaning against the sink. One eyebrow shoots up at the sight of you because he fucking knows and fuck him for that.

You grasp his head in your hands and press a quick, bruising kiss to his lips, ignoring the laughter from the table and relishing in the sharp inhale through his nose. You let him go and step back, narrowing your eyes at all three of them.

"That was not a kiss goodbye. That was because you said I'd kissed him nine times and you can't just leave something at nine. It has to be an even number or a multiple of five. Everyone fucking knows that."

Silence.

And then.

"Sure, Gallagher. You keep tellin' yourself that."

You leave without another word, flipping them all off over your shoulder.

#energievie #ian and mickey #gallavich fic #gallavich #my fic #kiss prompts #not sure this hits spite levels #but shit it was fun to write

[yaksha-lover]

You Vamp!Au of TWWL is lovely. Can we introduce some GenZ!Mc in there? U know. For chaos

GenZ!MC + Twst Vampire AU

cw: entirely crack, i tried to make this serious but i can’t, i’m deeply sorry but also i’m gonna have to preface this by saying if the “humour” (it’s not actually funny) is cringe it’s because i am actually a very cringe individual with the sense of humour of a 12 year old. also i’m pretty sure i lost multiple iq points writing this

“Malleus, I have something to tell you. It’s very hard for me to say but,” you pause to work in a sniffle, “I’ve been diagnosed with Ligma. I don’t know how much time I have left.”

With fake tears and tissues straight out of a youtuber apology video, you begin your torment on poor, innocent Malleus.

He’s silent for a moment. Malleus gets up, straight-faced and pulls you into his arms.

“I’m deeply sorry, child of man. I haven’t heard of this illness before but it matters not. Lilia and I will do everything in our power, scour every corner of the earth until we find a cure,” Malleus says, without breaking eye-contact.

“LIGMA BALLS,” you yell. Malleus’ arms loosen in surprise, and you’re able to run, high-five a hiding Ace who’s face has turned red from laughter, and escape to who knows where.

Malleus feels ten years get taken off his life.

-

You’re sitting on the couch with Rook, legs splayed on his lap. Vil is sitting across from you, as far away as he can presumably get, looking disgusted at Rook for associating with you. You make eye contact and blow him a kiss. Vil swerves it, clearly disturbed.

“Begone thot.”

“I don’t know Vil, that’s not what your mom was saying last night when I-“

Rook clamps a hand down on your mouth. It seems even he’s astonished by your depravity. You make eye contact with him before slowly licking his hand. He doesn’t pull away. Okay, now you’re the scared one.

Vil can feel the stress lines forming on his face. He gets up, presumably to start an extensive skin treatment.

-

Sitting in the living room with Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Jack, playing a game of cards when suddenly your next victim walks in. You put down your winning hand, forgoing your victory for what you know is a good cause, a worthy sacrifice.

“Hey, Trey. Would you mind doing me a favour?” You ask him, tone neutral and inconspicuous.

He stops his path to the kitchen, and turns towards your table.

“Of course, MC, what can I do for you?” Trey smiles in his usual friendly way, unaware of the pain that he’s about to endure, the cringe that will keep him awake at night.

Ace is quite literally dying, Deuce is covering his face with his hands, and Epel is already groaning, knowing your antics far too well. Jack, per usual, is unaffected and keeps playing the game, completely apathetic at this point.

“Well since I’m not allowed to leave the mansion, would you mind picking up something for me in town? There’s this baker Joe told me about who’s apparently amazing,” you gush, watching Trey’s face diligently. You don’t want to miss a single moment of this.

“Joe? Who’s Joe?”

“JOE MAMA BITCH,” you get up and immediately start fortnite dancing on his (figurative) corpse. Trey collapses to his knees. Life has no meaning to him anymore. Ace and Deuce are crying, simultaneously tears of laughter and pain stream down their faces. Epel is curled up in a fetus position on the floor, rocking himself back in forth to try and escape the pure agony. Jack continues playing by himself, now alone at the table.

-

You’ve had mercy on Riddle, thus far, knowing his small body can only contain so much emotion at one time. Alas, the day has come where you can no longer hold yourself back. The day that will be known as ‘the great bofa incident’.

A plan that has been weeks in the making, Riddle has no idea that he’s been perfectly set up to take the bait. With Trey as your accomplice (you told him if he did this for you, you wouldn’t target him again - a lie), Riddle’s been given a recipe that Trey’s assured him needs to be followed exactly, lest the entire dish be ruined.

Together in the kitchen, you sit on the counter while Riddle stands near the stove. He turns to you, holding Trey’s recipe.

“Trey has created quite the intricate dish. Even I haven’t heard of this ingredient. Has Trey provided you with this…bofa? Is that some kind of herb?”

If Riddle had bothered to look up as he spoke, he would see the evil smile forming on your face. Weeks of effort, all culminating into this one moment. Some might call it a waste of time, such a tedious process for such a small moment?

Those who would make such claims are those who have never experienced the pure joy, the rush that comes from a getting someone so unsuspecting with such a fantastic, ingenious even, line.

“Bofa? Yeah I’ve heard of it. HEARD OF PUTTING BOFA DEEZ NUTS IN YOUR MOUTH.”

Riddle is stunned. Flabbergasted, even. You expect some kind of reaction, maybe even anger or an outburst but he gives you nothing. You leave him alone in the kitchen, simply disappointed.

Riddle locks himself in the his room for weeks following the incident. No one knows if he’s dead or alive. He can’t even cry anymore, only capable of sitting in the corner and staring blankly ahead, trapped in an existential crisis and losing his will to keep going a little more each day.

-

Idia has been going on and on to you about his latest experience with an online troll during one of this gaming sessions. Ample opportunity is created for you to strike again, and you cannot resist your true calling.

“Who?” You say to Idia.

“I don’t know their name, it was just a stranger-“

“No, who asked?”

With this sick blow, you’ve completely shattered all of Idia’s already non-existent self-confidence. He deflates, face planting on the floor and not having the will to get up. Idia is reduced to a heap of blue, becoming a stranger to all emotions except for pure cringe. The doctors say he won’t ever recover.

“Gottem,” you say to yourself as you walk out, leaving the carnage you created behind.

#no one read this pls i’m begging #it’s not funny at all i promise you #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland vampire au #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #ace trappola #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade #jack howl #trey clover #twst yuu #twst mc #malleus draconia x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #idia shroud x reader #trey clover x reader

[pastanest]

Brienne x gender neutral!reader

A/N: @wlwmitchell for this one pls envision the horse is a metaphor for Podrick. that’s all. 😑😐😑

Shield

“I have had quite the epiphany!” The words come as a surprise, even to you as you speak them, let alone to Brienne as she sits behind you, the two of you bobbing along in sync with each step of the horse beneath the two of you.

Prior to your outburst, the journey thus far had been mostly a quiet one, save for the odd observational remark regarding animals that you saw in passing, interesting shapes of clouds above, particularly tall trees or pretty coloured flowers. Naturally, Brienne usually did not say very much in response to your comments, and you could not see the adoring smile that she focussed on the back of your head.

“What was your epiphany?” Brienne enquiries, her tone already amused, so relaxed with you that she instinctively plays into your sense of humour. 

“I am your shield!” You announce.

“How so?” Brienne requests, her expression now a confused frown.

Glancing down thoughtfully at the armoured arms that sit either side of your waist and the gloved hands gripping the reigns of the horse, your hands gripping the space on the reigns in between hers, you smile.

“While I may not be much use as an actual shield in battle, as I doubt I could take more than one swing of a sword before collapsing in the most dramatic heap I can-”

“(Y/N).” Brienne interrupts, her tone one of soft warning, not wanting to think of you in such a way.

You pat her gloved hands gently to reassure her. “I would not be much of a physical shield in battle, but I am your shield in all other areas of your life. You do not have to be the hero in my story, because you already are, simply by existing. I will always protect you from every harm I can, any judgemental glance, any harsh comments, anything upsetting that happens to you, I will ensure they hit me first to - at the very least - soften the blow by the time it reaches you. I will be here, through anything and everything, to protect you in the one way I know how, and I am so, so happy to do that.” 

Brienne slows the horse to a stop without saying anything. Dismounting from the horse you were previously sharing, she moves to stand at your side, eye level with you for what you’re certain is the first time in your life, and that is only possible because you are still sitting on the horse. Brienne’s face is stricken with raw emotion, the kind she had clearly not been preparing to experience as a result of your words. The light-hearted explanation she had anticipated from you was long forgotten, and in its place were words and a sentiment that twisted in her belly like a blade, but not in an unpleasant way, which she thought was curious, considering its intensity. There are tears in her eyes as she looks into yours, searching for what, she doesnt know, but she knows that whatever it is, she will find it there. 

Finally, her lips part. “If you are my shield, then I am your sword.”

Grinning, you cup Brienne’s face in your hands. “That has been obvious since the start, my love.”

And with that, with the lightest pull, Brienne’s lips fall against yours. On the road to nowhere or anywhere at all, neither of you can remember as the world falls into nothing around you. There only exists a sword and a shield, and a horse. 

#brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth imagine #game of thrones #imagine #imagines #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

[lackadaisicallizard]

The first time it happens is in the hallway outside James’ potions classroom. He’s leaning on the wall, waiting for Sirius to finish talking to Slughorn about some concoction he made that apparently ‘wasn’t the instructions’ and ‘caused a minor natural disaster’ when Regulus appears in front of him.

“I’d ask why you’re lurking around in hallways when everyone else is eating lunch, but I fear knowing that answer might make me an accomplice.” His eyebrows are raised.

James blinks at him. “Hello to you too, Regulus. Bold of you to ask me that question when you’re also ‘lurking around’ during lunch.”

“I actually need to talk to Professor Slughorn about something academic. Maybe you’ve heard the word before?”

James rolls his eyes and shakes his head, choosing not to respond and instead pulls a small tube of lip balm from his pocket, applying it to his lips that have been dry all day due to the increasingly cold weather. He notices Regulus looking at him with a small smirk. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s strawberry flavoured.”

“Of course it is.”

“Do you have a problem with me wanting to keep my lips moisturised?”

“Why on earth would I have a problem with that?”

James throws his hands up. “Well I don’t know, but you’re very clearly judging me when I’m literally just standing in a cold hallway.”

Regulus huffs out a laugh. “I’m not judging you for your strawberry flavoured lip balm, Potter.”

“You are, though!”

“Well it appears I’ve touched a nerve here for some reason.”

“And I suppose your lips are always perfectly soft entirely of their own accord?” James mutters, sounding far too much like a petulant child than he has any right to.

Regulus is still smirking, a glint in his sharp, grey eyes. “Do you always get this riled up over beauty products?”

“I do when I’m being judged for no reason.”

“Again, I’m not judging you.”

“You haven’t even tried it.”

“What?”

“The lip balm. Maybe if you tried it you’d realise you don’t have to walk around with cracked lips because you’re afraid of a little ‘product’”

“I’m not afraid of the lip balm, Potter.”

“Sure sounds like it.”

“Are you always this annoying?” Regulus has dropped the smirk, but his tone still has a hint of humour in it.

“Pretty much, yes.”

“It’s all making sense now.”

James frowns. “What is?”

“The company my brother chooses to keep.”

“Coming from a boy with an aversion to strawberry flavoured lip-balm.”

“You’re sounding a bit like a broken record now.”

“I’m just saying, you have a lot of opinions for someone who hasn’t even tried it-”

“Fine, I’ll try your sodding lip balm.” Regulus says one second, and then the next second he steps in close to James, pulls him down to his level by his tie, and presses their lips together.

It turns out Regulus’ lips are naturally soft.

James finds that as he starts to lean into the entirely unexpected kiss, suddenly it’s over.

Regulus straightens back up and rubs his lips together. “Well I stand corrected, Potter. The lip balm isn’t half bad. Maybe I’ll start using it after all.”

Regulus is looking at him with a slight smile and James finds that he’s lost the ability to speak.

What the fuck just happened?

It’s then that Sirius emerges from the classroom. “So apparently I have detention, which is complete bullshit. We only had to evacuate the room for like ten minutes!” They stop as they see Regulus. “Oh hey, Reggie. What are you doing here?”

Sirius is the only one who can get away with calling Regulus Reggie. James has learned that the hard way.

“Oh it’s a bit cold and I needed to borrow some lip balm.”

Sirius screws up his face in confusion. “What, from me? I don’t have any right now.”

Regulus is smirking again. “That’s okay, Potter helped me out.”

Sirius looks from Regulus to James, taking in his best friend’s stunned expression with a frown. “Well that’s… good?”

Regulus looks at James. His stomach feels weird. “Yes,” Regulus says slowly, “it wasn’t bad at all.”

They maintain eye-contact for a moment. The weird feeling in his stomach is accompanied by a fluttering in his chest. He can’t explain either of them right now, especially with the sharp grey working to unravel James’ thoughts.

“Anyway, I’d better get to Professor Slughorn. He could probably use an intelligent conversation for once.”

Sirius scoffs. “And you think he’s going to get that from you? You’ve got some grand delusions, little brother.”

“Great comeback, Sirius. You really cut me there,” he deadpans.

“See you later, Reggie. Love you.”

Regulus shakes his head before moving towards the door. Sirius stops him with a sharp “Ah.”

Regulus sighs. “Love you too.”

Sirius grins and ruffles his hair as he walks past. Regulus mutters something about a hex before disappearing into the classroom.

Sirius turns to look at James. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad we’re on such good terms now, but fuck if he isn’t an annoying little shit.”

“Mhmm.” James’ brain is still whirring, unable to catch up with what happened not two minutes ago. Namely, the part where Regulus kissed him. It was a kiss, right? He isn’t missing some new social norm where sharing lip balm through mouth-to-mouth contact is totally expected, is he?

He’s pretty sure it’s not.

Later on that evening, in their dorm room, James turns to Peter, who’s leafing through a magazine. “Pete?”

“Mm?”

“Could I borrow some lip balm?”

Peter looks up from his page with a frown. “Don’t you have like, five different kinds?”

“I er- I lost them.”

He looks at James with clear suspicion but apparently decides not to push it, getting off his bed to rifle through his stuff, eventually pulling out a small tin of Vaseline and throwing it across the room onto James’ bed wordlessly.

“Thanks,” James says.

Now that’s a normal way to share lip balm. Not a single kiss in sight.

Regulus was definitely acting strange then. What James doesn’t know is why.

He also doesn’t know why he can’t stop thinking about it.

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #sirius black #marauders #you can’t tell me James Potter doesn’t wear flavoured lip balm #his favourite would be cherry #regulus is a little shit as usual #do I turn this into a fic? #starchaser #hogwarts au

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi! :) So, about posting habits and copying:

Georgia posts this screenshot of someone asking her to tell David that they're in love with him/want to marry him (not sure anymore, but I'm counting on you to remember haha), responding yeah, I'll get right to that, or something akin to that.

It's funny enough and her reply doesn't come across as anything more than humorous, in my opinion, especially since we've seen this theme for years, on Twitter and Instagram. It's on-brand-Georgia.

Her tone, albeit the sarcasm, is still pretty nice, playing the ball back by pretending that she's not telling David because then she'd have to compete with the person who wrote in. I'm sure whoever texted her this was giggling at their phone when Georgia responded. I'm not sure if the same thing will be the case with fan interaction number two, however: Cue, Anna.

Because now, a few days later, Anna posts what is pretty much the same interaction with a fan (about Michael, obv.), but all the charme is gone? Or is that just me?

Let's get something straight, though: The fan message she got was a lot less "sweet" than the one Georgia received (how many kisses does it take for a message to become either passive aggressive or just too hyper or even kind of insincere in tone?), so I won't be too harsh on her for responding in kind (xxxx). Still, had me cringe a little.

Thing is, the more or less blatant copying of Georgia's social media voice keeps fascinating me. Whilst, at most times, it's obvious but still fine as its own thing, this time the whole post really just seemed too...Georgia. Firstly, because it really is like a total replica, secondly because Georgia has worn the "playfully possessive"-badge for years now. I'm not saying that Anna is just pretending to also be that, I genuinely don't think that's true, at least not fully, but what I am saying is that she's clearly aware of this sort of humour being well-received within the fandom and also very intentional about timing. It's always... funny? Noticable? exactly when these "replica posts" appear.

Although, in this case we also have to consider that she responded at the time she got the message (or a day later, at most), so the timing isn't really on her. In fact, this might just be a fan actively going for having the same interaction with Anna that another fan had with Georgia, basically setting her up. Especially considering how the DM was worded - again, it seemed a little too intentional/over the top.

(But yeah, a couple of hours earlier: The Tennant's face sitting post (and, whew lol), so is this trying to somehow keep up with their dynamic again?)

I want to stress that I don't think that any of this is a bad thing. There's literally no harm in her trying to cater to the fandom with this tone of voice and seeming a bit unoriginal. And what do we know, maybe she and Georgia really are that similiar, it's not like Georgia's humour and interactions are that singular. But I'm still having a different response to Georgia's posts in comparison to Anna's, even though they are so similiar, and that's what it comes down to.

Maybe that's completely unfair towards Anna (to some degrees it must be, since Georgia simply has been around longer and therefore claimed her kind of tone, if that's even a thing), but maybe it also comes down to authenticity - or a lack thereoff?

(Grouping these together since they are related.) Well, I hadn't seen AL's story this morning until I got your message @wanderingsemi, so thank you for the heads up. And it is, as you said, an almost exact replica of an Insta story Georgia posted a week ago. Let's get the visual up here, so folks can see both stories:

So, the first thing I will say is that I often have difficulty with discerning people's tones online, as the lack of vocal inflection/other indicators tends to make things challenging. I appreciate you sharing that Georgia's tone came across as humorous to you, because while I definitely did get the sarcasm, I also felt a sense of contempt coming from Georgia's reply, too. I do agree, however, that her response was very much "her," in her trademark style, and is something we've come to expect over the last few years now.

It's probably worth mentioning that these are both odd/weird things to send to your fave's partners. I know social media has largely eroded a sense of boundaries in a lot of fans, but it's just an awkward thing to say overall. (I submit that it's actually more awkward/inappropriate than RPF, because RPF is fantasy and is not something any of these people would come into direct contact with unless they went looking for it.) That being said, while neither Georgia nor AL can control the things fans send to them, they can choose to respond (or not) to said comments. So thinking about your Ask, @armangelus, we have Georgia here essentially doing the same thing as AL--being possessive of David in response to a random DM--yet the results are wildly different.

Which then brings me to AL's response. Going back to our discussion on tone, I am not sure that I interpreted the message AL got as being "less sweet" than the one Georgia received, as they seem incredibly similar to me. I'm not sure the message-sender was actually being passive-aggressive, but because AL seemed to look at it that way, it is then reflected in her response (and is fitting with her past responses/personality, which has been passive-aggressive on multiple occasions).

For a little backstory (and this largely comes from @problematicwelshman, whose blog is well worth reading for a lot of tea related to Michael and AL going back to 2019): AL's social media was entirely scrubbed when her and Michael's relationship first came to light (end of June 2019). This also coincided with Michael's longtime PR person quitting, and a seeming overhaul of AL's social media presence. Initially, though, a lot of her posts were in her own voice, but they did not seem to go over well/she was not connecting with the fandom (see this post for links to examples, most of which involve belittling Michael/making fun of his weight and appearance).

Then in mid-2021, this all shifted with an event Michael appeared at for the 150th birthday of the Royal Albert Hall. Suddenly AL was praising and complimenting him in ways she never had in any of her past posts. This also happened to coincide with Georgia starting the #Shebergs hashtag (which sounds like an iceberg, a.k.a. the thing that took down the Titanic, so I'm still not sure why that was chosen as a portmanteau of AL and Michael's names), as well as AL promoting Last Train to Christmas, a movie of Michael's that she appeared in that was released at the end of 2021. So this was another social media overhaul/PR effort, seemingly perfectly timed with AL having something to promote and trying to advance her acting career.

But what this was also the start of is what you alluded to, which is that inauthenticity. I can completely understand you having a different reaction to AL's story than Georgia's, because as you said, that charm is not there, which I think is because it's Georgia's charm, not Anna's. And as much as she might copy Georgia's tone or the types of content she posts, you can't really copy charm--it's either something you have, or something you don't. I think it also ties into the other thing you referenced, which is the "playfully possessive" thing. It actually is something that Anna has copied, also on multiple occasions (see below)...but much like with this story, it doesn't come across the same way as when Georgia does it:

(Another notable thing about the response on the left is that AL was not even tagged in the original tweet, which also copies Georgia's pattern of randomly replying to fans on Twitter--usually as a result of searching David's name, which she has been known to do.)

So yes, I think we can definitely see a clear pattern here, which has seemingly only become more blatant as of late. And while I agree there is no harm on one level of trying to appeal to the fandom, I don't think it's unfair to AL at all because there is such a clear, agenda to what she is doing that becomes more obvious as you look back over the past few years. That, in my opinion, is what makes it seem so forced and not genuine, and is why one might feel a different reaction to her post versus Georgia's.

Those are pretty much my thoughts, rambling as they were. I appreciate both of you sharing yours as well so that we could have this discussion. Thanks for writing in! x

#wanderingsemi #armangelus #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #the more i think about it the weirder this all seems #the Georgia copying is getting more obvious #but so are other things #this is cringey all around tbh #but yeah #and the more she tries to look like she owns him the more obvious it is she doesn't #because Georgia has earned that. but AL has not. #fandom woes #anna lundberg #discourse

[thethiefandtheairbender]

just a disclaimer: i’m queer and nonbinary (afab) as can be, so all of this is from a personally queer perspective? i also know that i don’t tend to really jive with ND stevenson’s work (she-ra didn’t quite work for me) either and if you loved the movie, great. i just gotta drop thoughts somewhere because well

they’re less than positive

like “nimona” wants to be a Queer movie so badly, but the entire humourous basis of the character herself is that she is 1) young looking (despite being immortal) and 2) appears to be AFAB and isn’t it funnily jarring when little girls want to be violent instead of cute and sweet? 

She doesn’t want to be a monster, but clearly genuinely enjoys destroying things (again: basis of the bulk of her character humour, and one of most defining character traits) with no regards to anyone who gets hurt or could get hurt in the process. 

also this is Entirely Personal preference but while the animation was stunning, the contrast in the medieval aesthetic and modern day technology just continually brought me out of the movie. which is too bad, because treasure planet and it’s 70/30 rule and aesthetic blend of old timey and big technology is one of my favourite things ever, but i think Nimona being 50/50 just... didn’t work for me. was also slightly disappointed that i figured out who the actual bad guy was before the queen’s death (and yet another movie with a black queen who Dies Instantly / a movie with literally queer men of colour being technical side characters to a white, allegorically queer main ‘female’ character). 

Ballister is a great protagonist, but due to his opposition of everything Nimona is personality and scheme wise, it feels like they’re almost running around in two separate stories. As well as like - he wanted to enjoy the Elite, Privileged, fighting force? An elite, privileged, entirely based on birthright system ruled by a Black queen before it was called into question, when it’s also a pretty clear allegory for the Police? The fact that this isn’t resolved - what’s going to happen to the Institute, is it going to be reformed or even better yet, disbanded (‘defunded’), is entirely left hanging as a plot thread, which doesn’t happen matters.

Halfway through the movie (specifically Nimona’s “or that sometimes I want to let them [kill me]”) is when I finally started to feel emotionally invested, but like two scenes later when Ambrosius’ stabbing was over dramatic rather than just letting the tone hold, I looked into the camera just... so incredibly unimpressed. The monopoly and shark dancing didn’t help.  

“She’s my friend.” “Aren’t I more than that?” so there were no aspec people in making this film. Got it. And Ballister’s heel face turn into calling Nimona a monster is also very quick, especially when his whole arc this movie is being unfairly demonized himself by the very same thing/people that are demonizing Nimona as well. The sheer harshness and length of the scene is also much longer and given time than him saving her, leaving that feeling kinda lopsided as well.

And Nimona’s issues I think are very evident in the fact the movie lets us see all the damage she’s causing at the end when she loses control, which is sad and tragic for her... but does not excuse or remove the real harm she’s bringing hundreds of other people. This is mitigated when she sacrifices herself to save the city, but given that her problem wasn’t necessarily selfishness so much as recklessness, and given that Ballister had literally just talked her down from suicide, it’s... Muddled to say the least.

And all of this ties back into the murky gender allegory of the movie. At its best, it’s very effective and very emotionally resonant (Nimona’s actual flashbacks and a couple of her conversations with Ballister. I can definitely see why people like it - hell, even I like it. “This monster is a threat to our entire way of life!” “What if we’re wrong?” kinda perfectly encapsulates were it falls flat to me, because queerness Is a threat to our current systems - capitalism, racism, cisheteropatriarchy founded on white gender essentialism. Queerness, particularly of gender, disrupts and should disrupt all those things; it’s a political identity just as much as personal one, both by choice and by societal circumstance.

TLDR; found the second half of the movie, overall, much stronger than the first, but with some bigger structural pitfalls. Animation was gorgeous, sense of humour didn’t overall work for me but that’s a personal thing, queer allegory was good but I would’ve liked some of the implications to be taken farther. I appreciate the movie for what it says about freedom of expression vs demonization by the upper class(es), and I think it’ll really resonant and be important to queer youth in their teens (a stage I am long past) figuring themselves and their place in an increasingly anti-trans political climate out, so I’m very glad it exists. It just wasn’t particularly groundbreaking, and wasn’t particularly up my alley. Which is kind of what I expected, but I am disappointed that I didn’t enjoy it more as a nonbinary person who loves story deconstructions, fantasy, and animation

#nimona critical #nimona spoilers

[imtrashraccoon]

Whew! What with work and prepping for some potentially nasty weather over the weekend, I nearly didn't get this done. Twenty three days in and it finally happens, huh? What is it exactly? Hm...

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 23: Movie Night

"Hey, Papyrus?" you asked.

"Yes, Precious?"

"Can we do something fun tonight, like say, have another movie night?"

Papyrus smiled and nodded, "Of Course, We Can."

"Can we...also invite Undyne and Alphys?" you asked tentatively, fiddling with your fingernails as you spoke.

Papyrus hesitated and glanced at Sans, who had narrowed his eye sockets as soon as he overheard your question. They both seemed a little concerned about it, which you thought was understandable, but you really wanted to befriend both girls.

"Alright, I Will Ask Undyne And See If They Are Able To Come," Papyrus finally said.

"i don't think they'll be stupid enough to try anythin', but both of you should stay close to us at all times, just in case. i'll be keepin' a close eye socket on them anyways though," Sans stated firmly.

You smiled and hugged Papyrus tightly, which he was completely unprepared for. "Awesome! Thanks so much! I have absolute faith in you guys," you exclaimed.

Papyrus chuckled and hugged you back warmly, but he still seemed slightly concerned. Surely, nothing bad would happen and you would eventually be able to call the two women friends. Surely...

< ~ - . - ~ >

You weren't surprised when it turned out that both Undyne and Alphys had readily agreed to come over for the movie night. Undyne definitely seemed like the extroverted type to you, while Alphys was much more introverted. Still, they seemed like decent people from what you could tell, minus Undyne trying to immediately kill you and Frisk that one time.

They brought snacks with them too, all packaged junk foods like chips that had been unopened, which meant you didn't have to worry they had messed with any of them. You made a big bowl of popcorn for everyone as well which was a huge hit.

This time the movie of choice was a comedy, although it was a pretty bad one in your opinion, but in a 'so bad it's actually kind of good' way. Frisk didn't understand half the jokes but there was plenty of slapstick humour to keep them entertained at least. Still, you kept them close to you for the duration of the movie, partly because you wanted them to be safe, but mostly because you wanted to cuddle with them.

Papyrus seemed to be feeling a bit bolder this time, which was quite evident by how affectionate he was willing to be tonight, not that he was a shy person like you were more prone to be. Rather, he sat pretty close to you and put his arm around your shoulders in a gesture that left you feeling pretty special.

Throughout the movie though, you caught Alphys and Undyne casting occasional glances at both of you. At first, you felt pretty self-conscious and quickly looked away, but to your surprise, Papyrus didn't seem bothered at all. If anything, he seemed quite confident and like he was almost showing you off. You kind of liked it actually... It gave you a small thrill, like you were doing something forbidden, and sort of brought you back to your teenage years.

After the movie, Papyrus took it upon himself to bring the used dishes back to the kitchen. While Alphys and Sans discussed some of the details of the film with you, Undyne seemed oddly quiet. After a moment, she got up and joined Papyrus in the kitchen.

You weren't normally a nosy person, but you couldn't help feeling slightly concerned, especially when you could hear them talking. After a moment, you decided to excuse yourself from the conversation and got up to follow her.

"Why did you give her a collar?" Undyne hissed. Despite the fact that she was trying to be quiet, you could still hear her pretty clearly from just outside the kitchen.

When Papyrus seemed to remain quiet, she continued speaking. "You know this can't work out; she's a human..." Her tone grew softer and she added, "I'm just...concerned for you, okay?"

"I Am Aware," Papyrus answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Paps... I don't want to have to take you in. If the King finds out about this..." She trailed off, not wanting to finish her thought.

He remained silent for a moment before responding again. "I Am Not Planning On Telling Him, So Unless You Are, I Do Not See The Issue." His tone was rather cold now, like he was trying to be intimidating, even though he really didn't need to be.

It was at this point you decided to actually enter the kitchen and stop being a creepy eavesdropper. Papyrus was standing stiffly next to the kitchen counter with his fists clenched by his sides, while Undyne was leaning against the table with her arms crossed, giving him an 'are you serious?' look.

Papyrus noticed you first and once he did, Undyne turned to look at you as well. She narrowed her good eye at you and made a low annoyed sound in the back of her throat.

You ignored her though and walked over to where Papyrus was standing instead. His expression softened considerably, especially once you snaked one of your arms through his and gave him a gentle smile.

"So that's how it is then."

You turned to Undyne and nodded, "Yes, it is."

She looked unimpressed and continued to study you sullenly.

Taking a deep breath, you continued, "In fact... I love him."

You could feel Papyrus stiffen slightly and while you couldn't bring yourself to look at him for fear of losing your edge, you could tell he seemed to be surprised. Undyne's eye widened and she glanced from you to Papyrus and back again. At first, she didn't seem to believe you, but as the moment stretched on, her disbelief morphed into shock.

Papyrus seemed to recover first and he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. He hummed softly and you could almost feel the smirk he had plastered across his skull right now.

Undyne clicked her tongue and glanced away. She took a deep breath and shook her head slowly. "Well, congratulations...I mean that too," she said quietly. "I do think you two are good for each other, but I can't help but be worried. So, be safe, okay?"

You nodded and shot her a single finger gun, as your right arm was still occupied. "I try my best..."

Papyrus made a soft "tisk" sound under his breath, but wisely chose not to say anything.

#selfshipufpap #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

[flourbray]

oh well I simply have to hear more about pretty in pink

ahah yes!! of course, here you go💗

so. this actually started as a discussion with you, i opened the doc while we were having that conversation i believe; what if tadej was outed as gay and basically forced to leave UAE. yes he's their beloved superstar and their most valuable asset. but. the majority of the team's money comes from a sponsor that would have an inherent "issue" with their main rider being gay, and although the initial outing is against his will, good old cycling media getting invasive and awful, he doesn't deny it (even though it's something he's tried very hard to hide since entering the at times hypermasculine world of professional men's sports, where it feels like everyone's married with a kid or two by the time they're 27)

it follows tadej through the initial aftermath (which timeline wise actually happens in a couple of weeks, just at the end of december '23) and through trying to find a new contract in a relatively short space of time. in a pinch, desperate just to get back to racing again, he ends up on the first team that has a spot and will have him. that's EF <- giving the piece its working title

for the first time in his career - he started with UAE when he was 20 - he has to be the New Guy all while the peloton and everyone knows this secret he's kept for practically his whole life. there is a fair amount of Emotion and hypothetical events of the 2024 season, and hopefully some fun mixed in there too

here is a buffet breakfast of random bits, featuring:

well meaning yet unhelpful jasper!

“So,” Jasper folded his arms, “who’s the hottest in the peloton? I’ve always wondered, and there's that thing on Twitter, but maybe you could pass a better judgement.” His tone was clearly joking, but Tadej couldn't bring himself to match the humour. “Nobody. I don't– I don't look at anyone at work like that.” he scraped at the tabletop with his fingernail, tracing the patterns in the wood. “Come on, Tadej, I'm sure you can think of someone – Mathieu? Ganna? A teammate, maybe? There's got to be somebody that's not too bad to look at. Anyway, I won’t be offended if it isn’t me, but you know, I think I should really be in consideration here– ” Tadej sighed and set his cup down a little too firmly. The coffee swirled and wavered, nearly spilling over the edge. “No. There's not. Jasper, stop it, please.”

crashes!

“Please, please, médicale, I – need – help – with – my – shoulder,” Tadej half-shouted, pleading and pointing towards his arm. It hung at his side at an awkward angle. At last, the mechanic seemed to understand and leant the bike against the grassy roadside verge. Tadej’s elation was short-lived as he turned around and walked back to the service vehicle.

and last but not least the biking-liking bi king viking mads pedersen...

Their arms brushed as they walked down the narrow pavement, synchronised steps accompanied by the swish-swish of jacket sleeve against jacket sleeve. “When did you know?” Tadej asked. “When did I know what?” Mads stopped them at a junction, looking right and left before crossing. Tadej bit his lip.

thank you SO much for asking me about this i love it to bits even though it's often very hard to write. as a queer person who has been forcibly outed myself, it's tough sometimes to put that on paper and try and consider what a famous figure might go through, the situation being made 100x worse by media attention, losing his goddamn job and navigating an environment that from an outsider's perspective doesn't seem like the most supportive

ironically while searching through my docs i found another file also called pretty in pink but that is much much shorter and more lighthearted (and also about tadej! but in the other thing he wears a dress to a halloween party and has a lot of fun)

#this might be the thing that gets me to actually start posting it #perhaps #we shall see #but it might suffer from the Curse Of The Multichapter #though i do keep adding to it now and then #and there WILL be a jacopo guarnieri cameo #and bad rainbow jersey jokes #fic