#so now i’m writing rpf (it’s not *just* about him) (it’s about everyone) (but still)

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter three: ONE TASTE of the LIFE

Summary: The Appalachian Mountains hide numerous monsters, and it's up to Taylor and the Bad Omens to prevent them from causing any harm.

Word Count: 2,945

CW: Supernatural themes, Star Wars spoilers, Hand Jobs (male receiving)

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. For the past several months, I've been dealing with job issues and major burnout depression. Whereas that's still hanging around, I think I might be in a better place to write more. If you're still hanging on despite my hiatus, thank you very muchness.

This is RPF, and thus will contain real people, but names and events will be changed. If this bothers you too much, then please leave this temple without causing harm.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

“Taylor? Are you listening to a word I said?”

I jumped, nearly knocking my water bottle over. “N-No. I’m sorry. What were you saying?” I asked sheepishly.

Rachel smiled sympathetically. “Still worried about the break-in?” she asked. I nodded, as I had told everyone that that was the reason why I was so jumpy.

I liked Rachel. Despite being almost twenty years older than me, she was sort of my only friend outside the circle of misfits and monsters I had embedded myself in. She also didn’t live in New Hope, thankfully. She was a transfer from a bigger town, since our library desperately needed one after one of our librarians “mysteriously disappeared” last August.

Said librarian’s assistant had also “mysteriously vanished” as well, leaving a job wide open for me to fill. I didn’t mind it, being Rachel’s assistant. I might have to do grunt work a lot of the time, but at least she helped instead of just dumping it all on me.

“Anyways, as I was saying, I’m pretty sure no one has gone through the donation bin this decade, if you want to make a dent in it.”

Sitting on my ass while I sort for the next two hours? “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said, earning a chuckle from her as I stood up and left the front desk.

There were several boxes. She wasn’t kidding. This was going to take longer than I thought. Setting my phone off to the side, I pressed play on one of my safe-for-work playlists and started humming along to some Chappell Roan.

It had been a few days since the incident with the pale creature that had come onto my porch. There had been no repeat occurrences at our place, but someone had said something about seeing a sick-looking coyote at the edge of their yard. I hadn’t mentioned that to Nick, since I wasn’t even sure that it was the same thing that I had seen. 

And Nick was… I couldn’t burden him with any more problems. Between his time at the new tattoo place, townspeople coming to him for remedies to their ailments, and not being able to sleep very well, he was exhausted. I had woken up to him passed out on his couch this morning, Lydia loafing on his back. If I could make him sleep for an entire day, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I pulled the next box towards me and dug through the dusty contents. I was sure now that most of these donations were just from older ladies dumping the contents of their attics off on us just to free up some space. Several of these books so far were the same cookbook in different states of decay. 

I was just about to ask Rachel for a mask since I was tired of sneezing out dust when my hand pulled out a book that was different from all the others. A quick flip through revealed it was a journal. Either their handwriting was terrible or it was written in a different language, because I couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was saying. But some of the drawings in it intrigued me, so I set it in the Keep Pile, with the intention to ask Rachel what to do with it. If someone donated it without knowing, they might want it back.

By the end of my shift, my back and lungs didn’t appreciate what work I had gotten done. “Being in your thirties must be rough,” Rachel laughed as I tried popping my back several times. “Maybe you could get that cute boyfriend of yours to help you out later tonight.”

I felt a brief flush rise to the surface of my skin as I thought about Nick’s skilled fingers. “Quit it,” I mumbled, earning a cackle from her that would normally get someone in a library in trouble.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the journal in my hands.

“Oh, I found it in one of the boxes. It looks like somebody might’ve accidentally put it in the donation box. Should we ask if they want it back?” I said.

Rachel shook her head. “Sorry buttercup,” she said, using her nickname for me. “Those were anonymous, and who knows how long ago it was donated. There’s no way we’d be able to trace it back to its owner. Unless it has historic value, we’re supposed to throw it out.”

Something in my face must’ve changed her mind. “Well, if you don’t want to, I could conveniently look the other way when you leave,” she said. 

I was about to say that no, that it was fine, that I didn’t need another written book in my house when Nick was still combing through Granny’s hex books, but the words caught in my throat and I thanked her instead. Maybe if I could find its owner, that would be one good deed I’d done for this town, since they were still wary of me several months after I had moved in.

The library closed at seven, but I didn’t get to go to my car until half an hour later. Late April still meant that it was dark out when I left work, but the building was in the middle of New Hope, the forest a ways off. I dashed to my car through the rain, the water from the puddles splashing up as my feet crashed down in them. 

My fingers were wrapped around the car’s door handle when  a cold rush of air blew through my denim jacket, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I froze as the door automatically unlocked, the sound as loud as a gunshot despite the sound of the rain. Something in the reflection of the car window caught my eye.

Someone was behind me.

I slowly turned around, trying not to startle it. Meanwhile, my mind was racing in confusion and fear. Nothing came out of the woods. The town was safe.

The boys couldn’t help me if something were to happen to me out here.

So what was the shadowy figure doing in the middle of a parking lot?

It didn’t move as I stared at it. It was almost formless; I could just make out the thin, vaguely humanoid shape of it. Even if I wanted to say something, my throat had closed shut. The chill of the night increased, the wind picking up and sending some bits of trash skittering across the asphalt. But it didn’t disturb the shadow. 

I opened my mouth to say… something? Shout at it to scare it away? But another voice startled me into screaming. I whipped around. 

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Taylor!” Rachel swore, hand on her heart. She was standing a few feet away under her umbrella. “What’re you still doing here? Are you okay?”

“Uhh… yeah. Just thought I saw something,” I said. I turned back around.

Other than us, the parking lot was empty.

The smell of food coming through a cracked window greeted me as I stepped onto the front porch. My knees felt weak at the thought of Nick cooking after the heart attack I had had. I took a moment to compose myself, exhaling as I turned the doorknob and stepped into our home.

It was indeed Nick cooking, as he stood in front of the stove. His long black hair was tied up in a bun, and he was wearing his thick-rimmed glasses. “Hiya,” he said, not even turning around. 

I dropped my backpack onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table, immediately walking over and hugging him from behind. “Woah, hey. Everything alright?” He asked. His hand moved down to cover both of mine.

I should tell him; I need to tell him. Instead, I nodded into the space between his shoulders. Even though a part of me knew that the creepiness of the town's legends were true, I still couldn't believe that something would come out of the woods and into the safeness of the streets.

So what I said instead was, “I missed you,” into his shirt. 

“Missed you more,” he said in return, despite seeing each other this morning. 

“What are you making?” I asked, peering over his shoulder. 

“Just some hamburger pasta. Thought it would be good for an easy night, since it's just the two of us until later tonight.”

“Really? Not even Folio?” I asked. 

Without looking up, Nick pointed over at the kitchen calendar with the spoon in his free hand. A little black circle was drawn on today's date and the next two days. The New Moons meant that Folio was stuck in his Grim form until the first sliver of the moon shined. Kind of like a werewolf but opposite. 

“It'll be done in a few. Go get comfortable and I'll put on a movie,” he said, his own way of shooing me out of the kitchen. As I parted with him, I saw that he hadn't done the same with Lydia, who was watching from the floor with her hungry eyes. 

As I changed into some lounge pants and an old sweater of Nick's, I tried to think of a way to bring up the encounter with the shadow person. There was no way that he wouldn't get upset about it, that was a fact. Maybe after we ate.

When I came back out into the front room, Nick had helped himself to making my plate and putting it on the coffee table. I sat down next to him, I pulled my plate onto my lap. He had pulled up Rise of Skywalker for us to watch.

“So who’s coming later?” I asked as he started the movie.

“Noah,” Nick mumbled. There was an undercurrent of something in his voice, so I guess Noah had transferred something to his mind that annoyed him. 

“That's fine,” I said, squeezing his thigh. 

After eating, I curled up into Nick, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “We should dress up as Kylo and Rey for Halloween again,” he said.

“Your hair’s getting too long for you to be Kylo,” I said, poking the side of his head.

“Yeah, because Rey is totally a blonde.”

“It was last minute!”

We kept up the light commentary for most of the film. I was fine up until the part when Rey sacrificed herself to kill the Emperor. As Ben Solo sacrificed himself to resurrect her, I threaded my fingers through his. A moment passed, and then Nick squeezed my hand. 

When the credits rolled, I tried to get up to take our dishes back to the kitchen sink. Nick pulled me back down. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pulling me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me.

“Was gonna do the dishes, since you made dinner,” I said.

He pulled my head gently to rest on his shoulder. “Just stay here. With me,” he said, quietly. He would do this if he thought I was about to have one of my moments. 

He started playing with my hair, making my eyes flutter shut. “Okay,” I said. 

He kissed my forehead, but as he was pulling away, I reached up to cup his face and direct him further down. His lips brushed mine before pressing down once, soft and tender, but then he tried pulling away again. “Are you su–”

“Nick,” I pleaded, his name coming out in a rush. If he had any resolve before, it came crumbling down within milliseconds.

He was still a bit hesitant, flicking his tongue against my lips. But I wasn’t made of glass, so I pushed his chest until his back was pressed onto the couch cushions. I crawled up him until I was straddling his hips, my knees pressing into the sides of his waist. The kiss never broke.

It didn’t take long for him to harden beneath me, and I couldn’t help the small, satisfactory grin that rose to my lips. I ran my hand down his chest, down his stomach to the waistband of his shorts. When I finally parted with Nick, his hand shot up to curl around the back of my head. “Bun–”

“Can I touch you?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck yes. Please,” he pleaded.

I lifted myself a little bit, just enough to give me some room to slip my hand underneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs. The angle might’ve been a little bit awkward, but it didn’t really matter when I wrapped my fingers around the considerable size of him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows. The movement caused him to bare the pretty tan skin over his throat, and I practically descended upon it. The minute I mouthed over his pulse point, his hips rolled up, rutting into my hand. On the upstroke I rubbed my thumb over the tip, and he made my favorite sound of–

Click.

We both froze, my hand down his pants. I quickly raised my head and our eyes locked on each other at the sound of the door unlocking. As the front door opened, I quickly rose up to stand on my knees. Noah stopped dead in his tracks, confusion written on his face. 

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said immediately, Nick echoing my words from below me.

Noah’s eyes roamed over me for a second, and his face hardened. “Please, continue. I don’t want to interrupt you guys making out in–”

Nick sat up, crawling out from underneath me. If he stood up, Noah could easily see that we were doing more than making out. “When we agreed on later, I mean late.” 

“It’s after eleven. I think that’s late enough,” Noah said, striding across the kitchen to the fridge, where he took out a beer. 

As Nick straightened himself, I caught the look on his face that said he was communicating with Noah through the bond that he had with everyone. Was there something agreed upon that didn’t require me knowing about? 

My thought was all but confirmed when Nick put his hand on my waist. “You wanna go to bed, Bun?” he asked, looking up at me with big green eyes. In this lighting, they were dark as the evergreens outside.

“No, I’m not tired,” I said. I fixed him with a look that said that I wasn’t going to be kept in the dark. Again.

He sighed. “Hang on, I gotta get the hex book,” he said, standing up. He then walked to the spare bedroom.

I looked over at Noah, who was leaning back against the fridge. He perked an eyebrow. “How was work?” he asked before taking a sip of his beer.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I was gonna tell him.”

“But you got distracted, didn’t you?”

“Fuck off, Bambi.”

“Oh, I’m about to do worse than that.”

I tilted my head. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Nick came back with a small, leatherbound notebook. He tossed it onto the kitchen table, as if it personally offended him. “We’ve been doing this all wrong,” he said. He practically collapsed into one of the chairs. 

“Doing what wrong? What is ‘this’?” I asked.

“There’s a reason why the Valley has been getting worse these past few years. More things showing up, resurfacing, growing bolder enough to where people can catch glimpses of them. Pale Things showing up shouldn’t be a surprise, really.” He was babbling, practically. But then he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Those sacrifices weren’t just for Vessels. They were also to keep the Woods from getting worse.”

Noah’s lips thinned. “I told you, I’m not killing any more innocent people.”

“Yeah, I know, and I think I found a way around that, but…” Nick trailed off. He then silently opened the hex book and flipped to a page he had marked. He then held it out towards me.

“Why me?” I asked.

“I’ve already seen it,” Noah said. 

I took the book and glanced at the pages. It wasn’t in any readable context: Granny wrote in some kind of “language” that had been passed down through her family as to keep their practice a secret from others. Nick had been slowly translating them over the past few months into his own notebooks.

“What is this?” I finally asked. 

“It's a… Fertility Ritual.” Nick swallowed thickly. “My ancestors would send someone into the forest so the Forest would be… sated.”

“A sacrifice. Like what happened with you guys.” I waved a hand over Noah. 

“No! Well… sort of,” Nick said. He bit his lip. 

“That was more the Black Stag's version. Though it wanted sacrifices so it could take a mortal form.” Noah folded his arms over his chest. “This is a… less bloody version.”

I skimmed over the page again, and it finally clicked. “When you say ‘fertility’, you mean… Noah's got to knock someone up?”

“No!” The two shouted at the same time. “God, fuck no,” Nick sighed. “But the baby making process is the main part.”

“He has to have sex with someone?” I asked incredulously. 

“Not just someone…” Nick lowered his voice to a mumble. “Someone with a… someone of the opposite sex.”

“Well how the fuck is he gonna do that?” I asked. “Everyone around here will recognize him, and then you got the antlers to deal with.”

The two were quiet suddenly. Nick put his head in his hands. “Bun…”

“What?”

“He's talking about you,” Noah put bluntly.

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[perditaiuventus]

i know many people on ancient rome tumblr don’t like mark antony but i love him unapologetically. the only thing this man did was being gay, hot, and pathetic (and murderous. sometimes. as a treat). all of his actions are gay, hot, and pathetic. i can imagine him fucking/getting fucked by everyone in rome and out of rome. me personally i don’t ask for anything more in a historical figure

[bad268]

Freak (Franco Colapinto X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 31 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: kinda spicy at the end (sriracha level)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 574

As always, my requests are OPEN

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“What is this?” Franco asked as soon he walked back into your shared apartment. You didn’t go to the last race weekend, and you were just about to fall asleep. You had no clue what he was talking about as you sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes.

“What’re you talking about, cariño (love)?” You yawned as you stretched your arms above your head and tried to wake up more. Your bleary eyes looked to where Franco was standing, and he had his phone pulled out. By the sounds of it, it was a TikTok video, but in your tired state, you couldn’t name it. 

“This video you made,” Franco responded, not looking away from the video nor showing you the video.

“I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me cuz I’m not following,” You sighed, not wanting to get out of the warm bed. Franco seemed to get the hint finally as he quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and climbed into bed with you. You moved to rest your head against his chest and absentmindedly drew shaps across his chest. “Now, what are you asking?”

“This video,” He said, unlocking his phone and showing you a TikTok that you made a few days ago when you were bored. 

You were standing in your kitchen lip singing to the song and loosely dancing around with the text, “Is somebody gonna match my freak (drive me around, wear matching outfits, do face masks and bake with me)?” above your head. You chuckled lightly, hiding your face in Franco’s chest.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, cariño,” he teased as he tossed his phone off to the side to put his full attention on you. He moved his hand to your chin and pushed your head back so he could leave kisses around your face. You giggled and tried to push away from him, but that just led to him rolling the two of you over and caging you between his arms.

“You’re such a freak, Franco,” You chuckled as you put your hands on his cheeks to push him back. You kept him only a short distance away from your face, pulling him closer to only rest his forehead against yours. 

“But I match your freak, right?” He joked, turning his head as he gave you a side eye and a smirk, looking you up and down.

“You’ve always matched my freak,” You laughed, not believing you were having this conversation. “That video was directed at you!”

“Is that all I do to match your freak? I can think of quite a few other freaky things we do-”

“You’re done, Franco,” You cut him off, covering his mouth with your hand. “Not everyone needs to know what we do.”

“You say that like we’re being recorded right now,” Franco laughed before cutting himself off and looking around the room. “We’re not being recorded, right?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” You joked. 

“Then, there’s nothing stopping me from doing this,” He said before dropping his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss. After your makeout session, he narrowly pulled back, his lip still brushing against yours as he said, “I don’t know about you, but I really missed you this weekend.”

“I always miss you, cariño,” You replied back softly, running a hand through his hair before pulling him back down to meet your lips.

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[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Merlin

The Walls of Camelot by spqr

"Camelot will fall tomorrow,” Arthur says, on the first day of the eighth month of the siege.

DC

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio

Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle:

The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate. - (01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin-

(01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood-

(01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious.

(01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route-

(01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up.

(01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant

Clark has accepted what it means to be Lex's prisoner - the pain of the Green, the experiments, the hands on it. The long years buried in its containment cell, let out only to act as Lex's weapon, as Lex's tool. It had fought back at first, but years have ground it down and away to almost nothing.

Then Lex hands it a baby. And Clark realizes that while it may have hurt humans, and lied about what it is, and it may deserve to be locked away - Kon deserves to be free.

Untamed

The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (+ podfic)

Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”

“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”

“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.

-- In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian's reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It's... surprisingly effective.

Clone Wars

patron saint by spqr (+ podfic)

Funerary practices? Master Ti writes back. I’m not sure what you mean, Master Kenobi. Used biomass is the property of Kamino and thus is recycled into the cloning process.

So that’s how the revolution begins—with dead brothers, but not the way you might expect.

Miraculous Ladybug

drowning (in plain sight) by buggachat

Everybody had expected Monarch's defeat to be a moment of triumph. Nobody had expected Gabriel Agreste, unmasked and mind frayed from continual abuse of the miraculous, crying out to all who would listen and making Paris certain of one thing:

His son, Adrien Agreste, is one of his sentimonsters.

And now he's missing.

Nobody can find him— not even the superheroes, and not even his closest friends. But Marinette, Nino, and Alya aren't ones to give up so easily. They'll find him, no matter what it takes.

(But, geez, would it kill Chat Noir to lend a hand?)

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Hi there! Thank you for your works🥰

Can you maybe write something (if you are okay with RPF ofc) where Reader is a new actress who's taking part in season 2 filming and she likes Ewan, and he is nice to her but kinda closed off (bc we all now he likes to keep private). And they go to some kind of party with all cast and crew and she sees him being comfortable and open with Phia, and gets really upset. But in the end, it turns out that they are just friends and he was asking Phia for some advice coz he also likes Reader. Just some angst with fluff pls? 🙏

Of course! I’m glad you enjoy my works and for more HOTD actor/character one shot requests, feel free to submit them through my ask box. 💚

Alys Rivers [Ewan Mitchell x Fem!Reader]

Summary: You got casted as Alys Rivers, also known as Aemond Targaryen’s love interest. As you continue to work with Ewan, you become close with him but you couldn’t help but wonder that he doesn’t really like you because of how closed off he seems from you. However you learn the truth at a party….

You smiled while pushing back a strand of the dark haired wig as they set up the scene on the Harrenhal set. You were a little nervous joining the cast of House of the Dragon, but everyone seemed to be so friendly and welcome you with open arms.

You were playing the role of Alys Rivers, the bastard daughter to Lord Lyonel Strong and the love interest to Prince Aemond Targaryen. You honestly didn’t think you were going to get the role but after reading the book and studying the character, you were confident.

“Hey,” You greeted with a small smile seeing Ewan coming over in his Aemond get up, donned with the black and gold armor from the book and his signature eyepatch.

Ewan returned your smile and looked down. He always seemed to have that nervous little tick and you found it absolutely adorable. He nodded a bit in response and looked over when the director walked over to describe the upcoming scene.

You enjoyed having most of your scenes with Ewan, knowing there were to be more in the upcoming seasons as well. He was a wonderful actor, although he always seemed a bit put off by you. He was friendly, but he rarely spoke around you. You have gotten him to open up a few times and you enjoyed his company though.

“Hey!” You heard a familiar voice call once the director left you and Ewan alone.

You turned and smiled, waving at the sight of Tom and Phia, already dressed as Aegon and Helaena for the day. "Hey, guys!"

"So, I don't know if our cute little Ewan here," Tom began, wrapping an arm around Ewan's shoulders who chuckled. "But we are going out tonight for a little cast party and we would love for you to come. Mainly because you support the Green cause of course."

You giggled, copying Tom by wrapping an arm around Phia. The two of you were close although you had no scenes together. She was always cheery and outgoing and you knew you could count on her if you needed anything.

"Well, I would do anything for the Green cause," You replied with a small smirk.

"Yay!" Phia exclaimed with a giggle passing her lips as she wrapped both of her arms around you. "Let me come and pick you up tonight, okay?"

You smiled and nodded, your eyes wandering over to Ewan, Tom's arm still around him. "Seven sounds good."

Tom smirked and looked up at Ewan as you and Phia walked away for a bit to discuss about tonight. "Are you ever going to open up to her, Mitchell?"

Ewan smiled, letting his eye wander over you while your back was turned before he blew out a breath. "Eventually."

"You are never going to get her if you can't get past small talk," He teased and laughed when Ewan pushed him.

"Shut up," Ewan replied laughing before he let out a breath, looking back over to you with furrowed brows.

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“Do I look okay?”

Phia looked over as she fixed her blue top with a small smile. "You look beautiful as always," She replied before tilting her head. "You look a little nervous, trying to impress anyone?" She asked with a slightly taunting tone to her voice.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn't help the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. "I'm not trying to impress anyone," You replied a bit sheepishly while you looked back in the mirror to fix your hair.

Phia smirked lightly and let out a small hum. "Whatever you say, Y/N."

You looked over at her noticing the knowing look she had on her features. You thought you were good when it came to hiding your feelings for Ewan, although you couldn't help but think he doesn't really like you. The two of you were the only ones that seemed to be oblivious to each other's feelings, not even realizing that Tom and Phia were trying to play matchmaker.

"Come on," You said taking your jacket with a small laugh. "We're going to be late."

"You know what they say," Phia began hooking her arm with yours. "Only the best show up fashionably late."

The party seemed lively by the time you and Phia showed up. Your eyes scanned the scene noticing how everyone was mingling although the butterflies erupted in your stomach as soon as you saw Ewan standing with Tom. Ewan always had that effect on you.

Phia smirked as she looked over you noticing where your eyes were wandering. "Why don't we go and say hi to the boys?" She offered, nudging you a bit.

You snapped back into reality while you looked back at your friend. You smiled and shook your head. "I'm going to go get a drink. Do you want anything?"

Phia slowly nodded with a small smile. "I'm okay. Go and get a drink then we'll meet up."

You nodded while blowing out a breath as you watched her make her way over to the boys. You couldn't help but furrow your brows at the way Ewan's face lit up when Phia walked over and pulled her into a hug. He seemed so happy with her. You shook off the nerves and took a deep breath while heading over to the bar to get yourself a margarita.

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As the night went on, you stayed in a corner a bit quiet. You were shy around everyone even if they accepted you with open arms. You couldn’t help but keep looking over at Ewan who seemed deep in conversation with Phia. Of course they were comfortable with each other, having worked together on the last season. You were new and still getting to know everyone.

“Everything okay?”

You jumped slightly seeing Tom next to you. “Oh my god, you scared me.”

Tom chuckled while wrapping an arm around you. “I’m like a ninja,” He said with a wink before sighing softly. “You just looked lonely, love. Besides, you won’t stop looking at Ewan all night.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and looked down with furrowed brows. “Is it that obvious?”

“Very,” Tom replied with a small smile. “You think you hide the looks you give him but it’s so very obvious.” He laughed when your cheeks became redder. “Why don’t you go and talk to him?”

“Because.” You groaned a bit. “It’s not easy to just talk to someone that you have feelings for.”

“Oh, come on. You two are going to have a bedroom scene together. Why not practice now?” He teased and laughed when you hit his chest. “I mean, you never know his feelings until you talk to him.”

You frowned a bit. “But, him and Phia clearly seem comfortable with each other.”

Tom chuckled a bit at the slight tone of jealousy in your voice. “Just go and give it a shot, Y/N.”

You sighed looking up at the blonde man before slowly nodding. You began to walk over with Tom, smiling at the two.

“You can do it,” You heard Phia whisper to Ewan causing you to furrow your brows.

Ewan let out a nervous sigh while looking over at you. “Y/N…I was wondering….” He began looking down at his hands. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me. I just…I really like you and I want to get to know you better….” He began to ramble looking back up at you.

You smiled lightly, finding his rambling to be adorable. You nodded while taking his hands in yours. “I would love to,” You said feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.

Ewan returned your smile. “Great! How about…next Saturday at seven?”

“Sounds like a date,” You replied and giggled when Phia and Tom erupted in cheers. You couldn’t help but blush wondering what this could lead to between you and your costar.

[formulaocean]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

No this is so cute 🥹 I hate talking about my stuff vs praising others so it’s all under the cut! As ever if you don’t want to see rpf scroll away!

1. “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free”. Just the merging of dearly beloved special interests. Renaissance art/history and f1? Truly a case of putting what you want to see out in the world and I just love the tone in this and how obsessed they are with each other. I have a few more history/art pieces in my docs and when I have time I’d love to get back in that mindset but they do require research so they take a bit more work than others!

2. But I miss you (I’m sorry). Aka the brocedes healing fic! I think the second chapter healed something in me- but really I’m such a proponent of different kinds of love and I like the emotions in this one even without it necessarily being a romance. (Rip the elevator scene in chapter one now that Nico is moving away though!)

3. You’re Nothing More Than His Wife. A tiny little love letter to sad queer female literature. Honestly just fond memories of writing in a fest for the first time and actually engaging in a fandom- that whole girl Charles collection is amazing!

4. You’re So Golden. I love the dynamic between Charles, Seb, and Max in this- they make me insane and it’s crazy that this is one of only two fics on ao3 that explores that. Why choose between Sebchal and Lestappen especially when you can add in Red Bull Golden Boys? Babies first “character study that descends into threesome smut” but also do not perceive me at all. (Weirdly I want to rework this one day and completely change the tone and dynamic but I still like this!)

5. et circenses. When this is finished and edited more it will catapult upwards and I adore the world building and actually coming up with longer plot points- but I am so self conscious of this fic and the update schedule is so irregular I feel bad!

I could genuinely talk about this fic for hours- theres so much going on there and not all of it makes it in-it’s just the writing it down and learning English words that I’d never have expected to use! Some bits are written in German first so I can plot it out and it just takes time but I try to stick to at least every other week 🙃

It has given me so much appreciation for multi chapter authors and for every repeat commentator that i recognise though! Truly everyone who adds to the ao3 comment economy is a wonder ❤️

[honeyandthunderstorms]

tagged by: @beensinning <33

Who is your favourite driver?

I’m a lecofsi first and foremost. I love Charles w my whole heart. I believe he has so much potential and I am happy to be along for the ride

Do you have other favourite drivers?

my second driver is Max now, but it was Lando before. I am still a Lando supporter though and I do root for him (I just root for Charles and Max more). Oscar is def becoming a fav as well. also, can I count Logan still? as an American, I’m a fan by default 🤭

Who is your least favourite driver?

checo

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

mainly drivers, but I’d say both

If you like teams what teams do you pull for?

Ferrari 100%. though I can do without their fuckass strategies and the way they talk about their drivers instead of admitting that they are the problem

How long have you been into F1?

just got into it in December so this is my first season watching it :))

What got you into F1?

my best online friend has been talking to me about F1 since we met over a year ago and I was just listening to his interests as the supportive friend I am, but I was notttt into driving at all (hell, I don’t even drive myself 😅). the more he talked about it though, my interest grew and then I started getting f1 edits on my fyp on tiktok and I was like “okay this is pretty cool and they aren't bad to look at so why not”. so I watched DTS, then I watched team videos from previous years to get a feel of the drivers’ personality. when I first watched a race, I was mesmerized and now I watch every quali and race (free practices when I can) 😄

Do you enjoy fic/rpf?

hehe I do and I also write it

How do you view new fans?

I am a new fan myself obviously, but I think it’s really important to not gatekeep and welcome in anyone who is interested :) the more fans, the better.

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

WILLIAMS BC I HATE JAMES VOWLES! however, I get stressed very easily and could not take the pressure of being team principal 😅

Are your friends and family into F1?

no 🥲 my sister lets me ramble about it and will watch it with me, but she is not interested & forgets everyone's names. my dad literally just fights w me bc “NASCAR IS BETTER RAH 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸” yet he hasn't watched nascar since forever ago???

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

yes!!!! I'm literally welcoming anyone to come and yap w me but I'm so shy sometimes that I have to work up the courage to respond lol 😭 but I get so excited when I get messages bc I love making friends <33

no-pressure tags: @starrwrrld @imlittlebitdie @itshoneywhatever or anyone else who wants to do it :))

[veryconfusedunlabeledguy]

Talk Hockey to Me

(a game of tags)

i was tagged by @starscelly tysm king i give you a respectable high five

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

the second game i went to! the first one was good for sure (we got the fun lil borgy and matty christmas tree video during one of the breaks) but the second one!! i actually looked into stuff and it was everything ig you’d want from a game? my team won, we had some fun lil fights idk.. and then afterwards i stumbled upon rpf which. game changer lowkey (i read several fics having no idea what any of the people i was reading about looked like which was fun but we figured it out)

2. Your first ever fandom friend

i think probably cel tbf? and i have an irl friend who’s into hockey but i think there’s a strong chance they’re more normal about it than i am

3. The jersey you would most like to own

oooof tough question. either a stars jersey or a devils jersey i think. i’m hesitant to get one that’s a specific player’s bc i don’t want to have one for a team that they get traded from (looks pointedly at my several month-old un-customized kraken jersey) the ever changing world of sportssss

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

i am not choosing. you cannot make me. (it changes too often)

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

rn my answer is cyork/tfoerster but a week ago my answer was probably 2339 and two weeks ago my answer was probably 1053 and before that it was probably 2072 and before that it was probably scasey/gbrindley and before that it was probably nmoyle/nblankenburg and before that… (i’m stopping now but i could go on)

6. Your favorite on ice moment

oh gosh… i don’t really think i have a particular answer! i’m a cellies girlie who enjoys when the little men hit each other so. if any of my blorbos have ever done any of that sort of thing that can be my favorite (yes this a very general answer no i don’t care) actually maybe slaf’s first goal celly that wasn’t a celly so much as it was him cursing at zach brown ((?)i think that was who it was)

~link someone else’s art/fic/etc that you love and think everyone should check out~

i have yet to figure out how to link things so instead i will give you names and authors and you will take them. okay? okay.

still burnt from kissing your face by teethtilt (1053 fic with THE most delectable descriptions… i have never been more engaged by snow cones and swelteringly warm days)

tumblr user @/starscelly’s band au. (special shout-out to his one piece where wyatt is sat at a merch stand with the best body language you’ve ever seen)

on the banks of kettle creek by honeydripping (tknp fic that is soooo yummy. the way the author describes smells? ooof you don’t even know)

two thousand miles away, but i can see you by lovethygoalie (kraken magic fic that is very fun. gobbling up the way the author writes dynamics)

after hours by kerfluffle (cam/tyson fic that is very yay. if there is next to nothing in their tag at least we have the works of kerfluffle who is fantastic)

cool summers by counthestars (rule63 umich fic that has my heart. it literally feels like summer in my brain and i’m obsessed)

any xhekuraj fic by novembrs (loveee their trans arber fics never not thinking about them)

this was probably too many and i could go on! but it’s my response to an ask game and i do what i want

~link something you made and are proud of/want people to see~

again drk how to link things but my art tag is ‘me and my knack of making people look ~almost~ right’ or something like that and i also like my dream tag (vcug’s hockey dreams) just bc it’s fun. not really proud of it i just enjoy how my subconscious produces absolute bullshit

tagging @spiceberrie but no pressure if you don’t want to do this!

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi! How are you doing? Sorry, maybe I'm a bit out of the blue with this ask, but I feel like you're my guide in the MS×DT fandom, I always read your blog and I like the way you share your point of view! I thought that maybe you can help me understand?

I read a tweet about Staged 3 that said: "David is in Japan filming an advert for WHAT??? No. Pls no. The BASTARDS. THEY KNOW. I bet it was Michael’s idea to put that in. Just to send the Good Omens fandom round the bend." and everytime someone asks them to elaborate or explain, no one gives clear answers 🥲 since English is not mother tongue, it's even more difficult for me to read between the lines or understand what they mean. I just got that it has to do with a fanfiction and a fruit, but that's it! I don't even know the title of the fic. Do you know what this is all about? It seems like something extremely cursed 👀 so if you don't want to go into detail, it's totally fine of course, but just a little bit more of context would be wonderful 🙈 I feel like I'm missing a joke! And I'm so curious especially because I can perfectly picture Michael shocking David with some cursed fanfic involving them! Hahahaha

Hi, Anon! Well, first let me thank you for your very kind words--I’m humbled and honored that you consider me your guide in the MS/DT fandom! I appreciate that so much.

So, let’s first get a gif up of the moment in Staged 3 that folks are referencing, for anyone who hasn’t seen it:

As a point of clarity, I feel the need to mention that what Michael is talking about (and by extension, what was being referenced in the tweet you mentioned (which I did see) and why everyone in the fandom went into uncontrolled paroxysms when this was said in Staged 3) is cream cheese:

Under normal circumstances, cream cheese is a delicious item that can be used in a number of dishes and applications, from cheesecake to fluffy cream cheese frosting to the always classic bagel with a little schmear (as I feel qualified to say, being a native New Yorker).

In this case, however, it is indeed a fanfic that is being referenced (which I also mentioned on this post recently). But this is no ordinary fanfic, Anon. It’s an explicit GO/Ineffable Husbands fic, but it is so beyond horrific in its writing style and content that it has become nearly mythic in its notoriety in the fandom. This is the kind of fic that would turn God into an atheist. If the GO fandom was a neighborhood, this fic would be the house at the end of the block with no paint and boarded up windows and that is probably haunted by the ghost of a Victorian orphan. Everyone knows to stay away, but some folks just get so darn curious they have to have a look...and then immediately regret it.

Now, if you actually still want to read this Kafka-esque dairy product-violating abomination of a fanfic, you can read it here. But I am urging you to take heed, and to bear in mind that the tags and warnings don’t come close to preparing you for what is in store. Proceed with all the caution in the world, Anon, and don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because I did. Multiple times. (I’m just saying...)

Also, to your point about Michael shocking David with a cursed fanfic involving them, I could see that, too...but for the sake of my sanity, I’m going to pretend that this is the one fic Michael decided not to share with him, and that he decided to stick with some nice, filthy, normal smut (GO or RPF) instead. We can pray, anyway.

I hope this helps to answer your question, Anon. Thanks for writing in! x

[thingsonvcr]

More of a fandom lurker, but still actively reblogging Elvis/Austin stuff and yelling in my tags. 😅

1. July 2nd. It was a hot summer day, and I thought the air-conditioned movie theater would help cool me down. How wrong I was...

2. 6 times in the theater. And maybe like 4 or 5 times after that. I really have not watched it that much, the final third of the movie is just too damn sad and I can’t handle it too often. I still think about it basically every day, though. 😭

3. I guess my main reason for going to see it was Baz. I would say I was more of a casual Elvis fan. I went through a period of listening to a lot of “old” music, ‘50s and ‘60s stuff, way back when in high school, and Elvis was a regular part of that. Over the years I’ve repeatedly watched choice bits of the ‘68 special (Trying to Get to You, anyone? GOOD LORD). IDK, Elvis has just kind of always been there, but the movie certainly got me interested in him in a new way. I was not aware of Austin before this, but was curious to see what he could do based on the early positive reactions. BOY AM I AWARE OF HIM NOW.

4. Well really all who take the time to make Elvis/Austin gifs, but off the top of my head, @karamelcoveredolicity​, @troubleinapinksuit​, @seredelgi​ and @carnevol​. Also, @austinbutlermedia​ made the awards season a whole lot of fun in general.

5. While I have read fanfic before (and still sometimes go back to reread my old faves), I don’t read RPF or self-insert/reader stuff. Absolutely nothing against people who write/read it, they seem to be having a grand old time, but it’s just not for me.

6. Oh boy, I want to choose ALL OF IT, but...the ferris wheel scene, simply because Austin looks so goddamn beautiful it breaks my brain every single time (that black lace shirt is everything). It’s such and an ominous scene too, a deal with the devil and Elvis being so naive and trusting. The Vegas rehearsal, because it’s the one scene where we see Elvis being a musician, having fun just creating, innovating and experimenting. Plus, you know, everything Austin’s wearing in that scene is *chef’s kiss*. I wish we’d gotten more scenes of Elvis in the studio or just horsing around with the Blue Moon Boys, but I get that they had to condense things for the sake of the overall story arc. Aaand then maybe the Trouble scene, because watching it for the first time, it was then that I finally admitted “Oh shit, this movie is going to become a MAJOR problem for me, isn’t it?”

7. I don’t think my relationship with the fandom has changed all that much, because I try to stay away from any and all squabbles and keep my feed fun. But what did bum me out A LOT was the Internet’s sudden/weird vitriol and hatred towards Austin (for no discernible reason), and the whole over-the-top “controversy” over his voice/accent. Fairly major news outlets repeating the same made-up quote, people constantly asking him about it...I tried to stay away from it all (I’m not on Twitter or Tiktok, for one), but I still kept hearing echoes. And since I was watching interviews, the question about his voice kept coming up a lot. It was so fucking dumb and unnecessary and by the end bordering on cruel, and I really hope everyone’s moved past it now.

8. As far as this fandom goes, I’m not leaving anytime soon. I’ve had so much fun reblogging everyone’s beautiful gif/pic content, reading thoughtful discussions and witnessing all the gushing and thirst. I’m really excited to see what Austin does next, and still kind of wallowing in all things Elvis Presley. But again, fandom lurker, so I doubt anyone much cares whether I stay or go. 😂

Aaaaanyway, if anyone wants to come talk to me, by all means do, I’m just an awkward turtle who’s bad at making Internet friends! Not tagging anyone, but, you know, everyone should do this. ❤️

A tag game for @troubleinapinksuit anon who is searching for active Elvis movie discussion. Please participate and reblog! And maybe this week reblog a few of your favorite posts from your early days in the fandom.

1. When did you first see the Elvis movie?

2. How many times have you seen it?

3. Did you first see the movie because you are an Elvis fan? Austin Butler fan? Baz Luhrmann fan? Other?

4. Who are your favorite gif makers?

5. Who are your favorite fanfic writers?

6. What are your top 3 scenes from the movie (because one is too hard).

7. Has your relationship to the fandom changed since you joined? Why?

8. How long do you plan to be part of the Elvis movie fandom?

I’ll start:

1. Opening weekend June 2022

2. Eight times in the theater (would have gone more but didn’t have the chance) and at least 50 more at home.

3. I first saw it for two main reasons: one, I love Baz and I like to see his movies myself because I don’t trust reviews due to his haters and, two, because I’ve seen a lot of bad to mediocre impersonations of Elvis and I heard this “newcomer” was getting good buzz for his portrayal.

4. There are so so many but as I scroll through my own blog, I’d say my top three are @karamelcoveredolicity @troubleinapinksuit and @lindszeppelin But I’m so so grateful for everyone’s hard work.

5. I don’t read fanfic. I know. It’s weird to be on tumblr and not read fanfic. But I don’t.

6. Argh! Ok I’m going to base this on the 3 scenes where I genuinely couldn’t believe my eyes (there were many more but these are the three where I was genuinely confused if I was watching an actor or Elvis). First was Trouble, then Vegas Suspicious Minds, then Unchained Melody. I’m FORCING myself to stop there because otherwise I’ll just say the whole movie.

7. Well. Yes. This fandom was PURE joy for months and months and months. I suppose we were spoiled. I mean I know we were. We had a WIDE range of tastes, talents, proclivities, and even (affectionately) depravities. But we peacefully cohabitated through mutual respect, blocked tags, and unfollows. When awards season kicked in it attracted and amplified some of the more typical fandom elements like gossip and snark. That sucked and it was really hard to see. Some of the originators of this fandom were targeted or caught in the crossfire. Personally it caused me to withdraw some. But I simply re-curated my blog and content and I’m enjoying myself again. That’s the key: curate. Now that awards season is over I’m personally relieved. I honestly felt like Austin, who is by nature shy and humble, was no longer enjoying himself completely being in such a relentless and overhyped spotlight. I mean I’m sure he wouldn’t trade the experience — nor would I — but it’s exhausting. So he’s on vacation and my own blog has opened up to a broader indication of my interests. But I still post Austin/Elvis/movie content and I tag everything with Austin and/or Elvis so anyone can find me or movie specific content with those tags.

8. Always. I’ve made real friends here. I’m so grateful for the true care and affection I’ve felt from Joeykinz, @girlnairb @burninlovebutler @succsessions @ash-omalley @myheroelvispresley @slowsweetlove and so many more. I lurk and reblog and follow so many more. And I’m so grateful to my own followers. You’re all so lovely. I ain’t leaving.

[janicho88]

Operation: Christmas Couple -Part 8

Pairing- Jensen, x Female!Reader eventually

Word count- 3,924

Warnings- Language, a little fluff, plotting friends, slight angst

A/N- This is going to be a slow burn.  It’s the first time I’ve done RPF.  It’s season 7, but for the purpose of this fic some of the characters made earlier season appearances than they actually did on the show.  Thank you @deanwanddamons for your help this story.  I just finished writing this story this morning, not enough time to be beta’d.  All mistakes are mine. Square filled for @spnchristmasbingo​ Building a Gingerbread House   The songs talked about in this chapter are linked to the YouTube page, if you want to take a listen.

Summary- Some of the cast members of Supernatural have been watching the interaction of two close friends around each other.  Neither one will admit to there being anything more between them.  With the most magical season of the year upon them, what better time to open their eyes?  Brianna and the girls, along with some help from Jared have come up with just the way to accomplish that.  But are Jensen and the reader going to cooperate, or are they going to foil their plans?

Chapter Summary- The secret’s out, now what?  Does the gang give up on their plan, or keep going?  How is the reader doing with the news?

This story has its own separate taglist.  If you would like to be added, let me know!!

Series Masterlist

Text Dividers by the amazing @talesmaniac89​

“Hey lady, dinner was great.  Loved that cake.” Gen tries to get your attention as you come closer to the stairs.

Briefly looking up, you smile at her, “thank you.  I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Everything alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah, just fine.  I’m going to head to the basement, see what’s going on down there.”

Standing at the bottom of the steps she watches you slowly make your way through the living room and kitchen area.  

“Hey, what are you doing just standing here?” Jared asks his wife, as he comes down from upstairs.

“I was watching Y/N, she seems a little off.  She was walking away from their room with her head down.”

“She must have heard us talking.”

“Who’s us?  You and Jensen?”

“Yeah.  He told me he’s seeing someone”

“He’s what?” Gen asks in surprise.  

“I know, he said that Y/N is aware of that.  I guess she knows but isn’t exactly happy about it.”

“Oh wow, and here we’ve been pushing for them.  No wonder he hasn’t been thrilled with us.  But I really thought there was something between those two.”

“I believe there is, but he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship.”

“Are you going to tell the others?”

“I think we should.  Let’s see if we can get those two out of the house tomorrow.”

They hear a door close upstairs and know Jensen is on his way down.  The two of them move away from the stairs and near Tom to avoid looking suspicious.  Jensen doesn’t pay them much attention, walking through the room and to the kitchen.  He looks around a moment before heading downstairs.  

You are sitting on the couch with Felicia and Ruth, when Jensen comes down.  Seeing you’re busy he makes his way over to the pool table watching Travis beat Misha, also keeping an eye on Rob and Rich at the foosball table.

When Jared heads to the basement a few minutes later, he gets Briana off to the side. He quietly tells her that they all need to talk tomorrow and it would be best to do so with you and Jensen gone.

When the games wrap up, Kim suggests a movie, which has become almost a nightly routine.  Everyone heads in the theater room, except for you.  A few minutes after going in, Jensen comes back out, looking around the game room. 

“Are you coming?” he asks, seeing you still sitting on the couch.

“No, not tonight.  I think I might try and do some reading.”

“Do you want some company?”

You look at him in confusion, “Um, reading isn’t usually a social event.  I’m fine, right here by myself.  Go watch the movie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, go on.  I think I heard Bri say it was Iron Man, tonight.

“Alright, well, you know where we are if you need us.”

“I’ll be fine on my own.”

When he leaves, you open up your computer.  The book you brought was upstairs in the bedroom, but you didn’t feel like going to get it.  Instead, you pull up a fanfiction site the guys have mentioned before.  Occasionally, a friend of theirs would send them a fanfiction story about Sam or Dean, they had come across.  Jensen had shown one story to you.  You’d gone back and looked up others after that.  There are even some about your character from the show.  You tried to read some Dean and reader inserts, but you just couldn't concentrate tonight. 

Turning the television on instead, you flip through the channels, finally landing on a movie you had been wanting to see, Now You See Me.  According to the guide, it was just starting.  Actually, you had been planning on watching this with Jensen, but he watched it with someone else while you were gone one weekend. 

Near the end of the movie, the door in the corner opens and your friends start to come out.  The television catches Jensen’s eye as he walks over.  

“I thought you were going to read?”

“I tried, but I guess I wasn’t feeling it.  Found this when I turned on tv.”

“Weren’t we going to watch it together?”

“Hey, this is a good one,” Jared states as he walks over.  “Jay and I watched it one weekend when we were hanging out.”

Turning from Jared to Jensen, you reply “you’ve already seen it remember?”

He doesn’t say anything, just sits down to watch the end with you along with Jared.  When the movie is over both men stand up to head upstairs. Jensen turns back to you, “are you coming?  Need help?”

“I’m good, not ready to go up yet.  I’m going to stay down here a little longer.”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you for a moment, nods and leaves the room.   

Alone again, you scroll through the channels, and settle on an older movie.  It doesn’t hold your attention too long and you’re back to scrolling, but nothing seems to catch your eye.  Moving over to the puzzle, that doesn’t do much for you either.  Only one piece finds its spot.  An idea hits, and you turn the computer back on, then walk over and turn the small basement Christmas tree lights on.  The rest of the lights in the game room get shut off before you go back over and curl up in the corner of the couch.  

Pulling up Youtube and searching a name, you wait for the matches to load.  Finding the song, you are looking for and hitting play, you set the computer down in front of you.  When it finishes, you might have hit replay once or twice, before allowing it to move on to the next song.  

You are a few songs through the playlist, when you suddenly feel eyes on you.  Looking up, Jensen is standing in the doorway watching you.

“I just came down to check on you, it’s almost 1am, you’ve been down here by yourself awhile.”

“Oh, wow.  I hadn’t realized how late it was.”

“Are you mad at me about dinner?  Is this your way to avoid me?” he questions, walking over to sit next to you on the couch.

“No, I’m not mad about dinner.  At least it wasn’t Christmas dinner with your parents, when you did that.  I’ve got somethings on my mind, and it’s racing too much to try and sleep.  Something Rob said the other day reminded me of some older Christmas songs I hadn’t heard this year.  They aren’t your typical Christmas songs, so I looked them up on youtube and was listening to them.”

“What are these, not typical songs?”

Leaning down to change the song on the computer, you go back to the very first one you played.   Jensen can’t see your screen, he hears the bells and doorbell playing, not having a clue as to what the song is, until he hears “5 Flannel shirts.”

He starts laughing, “wait a minute, is this Jeff Foxworthy?”

“Yep, Redneck 12 days of Christmas.”

The song plays with neither of you saying anything more to each other until it ends. “I forgot about this song, I haven’t heard it in ages,” Jensen says with a shake of his head.

“I’ve listened to it a few times now.  That one led me to the next one.”

Clicking on the next video you put the computer on the table in front of you both.  He chuckles once again seeing the video that was starting.

“Oh dang, the Christmas version of Here’s Your Sign.  He’s a Texas boy, and his other versions used to play all the time back home.” 

“I forgot you were a country fan growing up.”

“I was.  Rooming with you got me back to it.”  Jensen points to the videos listed on the side.  “Will you play his other one when this is over?”

“I’ll go back to it after this one.  I used to listen to this one all the time as a kid.  I can’t believe I forgot about it.”

He waits for the next video to load, then shakes his head when he sees the man children are gathering around for a story.  “This is an oldie, look at the mullet. Wow.” 

You can’t help but sing along to the tune, and it doesn’t take long for Jensen to join in with Leroy the Redneck Reindeer.  The two of you laugh and sing along with the video until the end. 

“Oh hairstyles of the 80’s and 90’s man.”  

“Oh, you’re one to talk Jay, Mr. frosted tips.”

“Oh I know, not sure what I was thinking back then.”

“As you said, hairstyles of the times.”

You go back and play the video he asked you to before.  After that, you mainly let YouTube continue on with the current playlist, one of you occasionally changing it.  Jensen stares at your computer screen before turning back to you.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, we should probably head upstairs.  It’s after 3.”

“What?  It can’t be?”  Sure enough, when you look at the time on your laptop it says it’s almost twenty after.  “I guess you’re right, we should get to bed.”

Turning off the computer, you pick it up to take back to the bedroom.  You carefully make your way to the doorway, when Jensen lifts you up.   

“Jens, you don’t have to do that.”

“It will get you up quicker this way.  You can’t argue, because you don’t want to wake anyone else up.”

He is right about that, so you shut your mouth and hold on to your laptop.  When he reaches the bedroom, he carefully sets you down on the bed.  He heads into the bathroom, while you change your clothes.  After switching places the two of you slide into bed.  You don’t turn your back on him tonight, but you don’t curl up next to him either.  There is too much on your mind tonight. 

When you finally drag yourself out of bed the next morning, you notice that you are able to do so easier than yesterday.  In the shower, you see a good bit of the swelling has gone down. While you're drying off after, there is a tap at the door.

“Do you care if I come in?”

“You’re actually knocking?  Did I hit my head, Ackles?”

“You’re hilarious.”

Leaving the bathroom to Jensen, you move to the bedroom to get yourself dressed before coming back to dry your hair.  The two of you walk downstairs together. You threaten Jensen if he tries to carry you again, Tom wouldn’t be the only one finding his “special place.”

There are a few of your friends in the kitchen when you enter.  They give you both crap about not getting up until 11. 

“Hey, it was a late night.  Aren’t we supposed to be on vacation?  Sleeping in is a must,” you tell them.

“What exactly were we up late doing?” Felicia questions.

“Watching old music videos on YouTube,” you inform them.

“That’s not the reply I was expecting,” Kim says.

“You look like you’re walking better, Y/N,” Briana states.

“Yeah, it’s feeling better today.  Although, I don’t think it’s good enough to ski.”

“That’s great,” she replies.  “You know what you and Jensen should do today?  Go take a look at the shops in town.  You mentioned earlier in the trip you wanted to do that.”

“Maybe I’ll head there later, but Jens, doesn’t have to waste his day there with me.”

“You shouldn’t go alone.  What if something happens,” Kim interjects.

“You picked up New Year’s stuff right?” Bri questions you.

“What New Year’s stuff?”

“Hats, glasses or something else fun to wear, and toasting glasses.  I know I actually told you about this stuff.  What about the extra winter wear?”

“As oppressed to the ugly sweaters?  What do you mean by extra winter wear?”

“Another pair of gloves, hat, scarf, etc.”

“I have the ones I wear outside.”

“No, you need some others.  I really did go over all this with you.”

“Did you make sure I was actually listening to what you were saying though?”  Turning to Jensen, you ask, “do you want to go to town with me?”  

“Sure.  Breakfast here or grab something there?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re being kicked out, so let’s go with there.”

Grabbing both of your winter coats, boots, gloves, and your purse, the two of you were out the door, and heading toward the small town. 

Jensen sees the sign for a small cafe, finding a parking spot out front he pulls in.  The two of you head inside to find a table, a nice waitress brings you over menus and takes your drink order. 

“I think I’m going to get the pancakes,” you try placing your order.

“Sorry, we stop serving breakfast at 11:30,” the waitress tells you.

“Oh, okay.  Um I guess I’ll go with the turkey sandwich.” 

“That’s the second time you’ve missed out on pancakes, sorry,” Jensen apologizes.

“Not your fault. Just wasn’t meant to have them.  I’ll make them myself one morning, maybe even try to make Grinch ones.”

“I thought we were talking about pancakes?”

“I was, remember the commercial last year, actually, you probably don’t.  But when the movie came out that one restaurant was running Grinch themed pancakes.”

“How are you going to make them?”

“I’ll look up the recipe on Pinterest.  You can find almost anything there.”

While you two are eating lunch there's a meeting going on back at the house.  

“He has a girlfriend?!” Briana shouts the question in disbelief.

“So did we completely misread this?” Kim asks.

“I don’t think we all could have been so wrong, could we?” Felicia ponders.

“All I know is what Ackles told me last night.  He said he was seeing someone and has been for a little while now.”

“Seriously Padalecki, I thought you said he was interested in her?” Rich questions.

“I really thought he was, I think a part of him is.”

“Maybe they are just really close friends,” Rob throws in his two cents.

“So, what is the plan now?” Ruth asks, “is this over?”

All eyes turn toward Bri, who is currently pacing in front of the fireplace. 

“No, Operation Christmas Couple continues.”

“You do know Christmas is over right?” Misha asks.

“The holiday spirit lives on,” Bri fires back. 

“Are you sure this isn’t going to make things worse for Y/N, if we keep pushing on?”

Gen wants to know.  “I mean, I would love to see the two of them together, but I don’t want either of them hurt.”

“I think we use this time to show Jensen what he could be missing,” the pacing blonde responds.

“What activity is next on the agenda?” Gen asks.

“Tonight’s is putting together gingerbread houses.”

They continue to discuss and plan out the next few days while you and Jensen get ready to leave the cafe and hit a few shops.  You go through the first few together, before separating when you go into a women’s clothing boutique.   When you walk out of the store Jensen is on the phone.”

“Yeah, I’ll let Y/N know.  See you next week,” he finishes the conversion.

“What are you letting me know?”

“Oh, hey.  That was Mindy, she’s going to come over on Tuesday.  She wants to bring something over.  I told her you would be around.”

“Oh goody.” 

Jensen hears the sarcasm in your tone but ignores it.

Walking toward the next shop Jensen slows down a little and looks over at you before speaking, “Jared knows I’m seeing someone.”

“I know, I was coming up to the room when I heard you two talking.”

He’s quiet a minute, “is that what was on your mind last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a problem with him knowing?”  He stops walking and looks at you.

“No, it was going to come out sooner or later.  I might actually have a confession; I may have mentioned it to my parents before.”

“I told mine when I was down in Texas right before Christmas.  My siblings don’t know yet.”

“You know Jared can’t keep a secret, right?  The rest of the gang is going to know soon, if he isn’t telling them now.”

“I think it’s about time it came out, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, It’s your call I guess.  You know what’s going to happen when it goes public.”

“I know what could, and I still say, it’s something we can handle.”

Taking a deep breath, “okay then, whenever you think you’re ready,” is all you have to say. 

In one of the last shops you finally found some New Year’s party items.  Most of the other stores are already sold out.  The hats were gone, but you found some headband ones.  Jensen tries telling you isn’t wearing one, but you pick up one for him anyway.  He already brought up putting your Christmas glasses to good use, instead of finding others.  

You continue on to the last shop finding a few knick knacks to take back with you.  Jensen is occupied on his phone in the store, and then needs to make a run back to the general store.  He tells you he’ll meet you at the car, before hurrying off.  You are almost to the vehicle when he comes running up behind you, carrying a bag.  

“What did you find?”

“Nothing,” he tells you.

You stare at the bag and just reply, “okay.”

The drive back to the house isn’t a long one.  The items that are going back home, stay in the car.  That leaves just a few things to go in, the New Year’s items, extra winter clothes and Jensen’s mystery bag. 

Inside the house, your friends have dispersed to different places.  A few are skiing, Ruth and Rob are in the hot tub. Some are in the basement.  After putting your things away, you slowly make your way to the basement.  All the walking you did in town has your leg a little sore.  Jensen catches up with you in the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Downstairs, might work on the puzzle, rest my leg for a bit.”

“Do you want some company?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

You’ve just gotten yourself situated when Jensen appears, once again with his hands full.  He has a bag of ice for your leg, some snacks and drinks for the two of you. 

  You would think as you are getting closer to finishing the puzzle it would be getting easier to figure out where things go.  That doesn’t seem to be the case.  The two of you made a little more progress, some of the pieces, you couldn’t tell which direction the building on them was going.  Rich had offered to help once, but Bri called him away quickly.  When you stop for the day, and look back at it, you realize there really isn’t that much more to go before it’s done.

Later that afternoon Bri and Kim called everyone up to the kitchen.  “Okay gang, today’s challenge is building a gingerbread house.”

“We thought about having everyone make their own gingerbread pieces, and decided that might be a little too much trouble.  So Gen and Felicia went out and grabbed a kit for each group.”

“Question, if you break the house pieces and can’t put it together, are you disqualified and able to leave?”  Rich asks, before Jaci swats his arm.

“We picked up a few extra in case anyone has any issues.”

“Dang it, I mean oh goody,” Rich says.

“Bri and I also picked out more candy and made more frosting if anyone needs it,” Kim tells everyone.

“Alrighty, so Felicia and Misha will be at the table in here, with Rob and Ruth.  The Padalecki family at the island, with Jaci and Rich.  The rest of us will be working at the table in the dining room,” Bri explains.

“Everyone grab a box, and let’s go!” Kim exclaims. 

In the dining room with your kit, Jensen opens the box and starts taking out the pieces.  Once the house pieces are out, and the frosting is ready the two of you have to decide how to decorate the sides.  The decision made to stick with red and green colors for decorating.  Jensen hands you the front, while he takes a side, saying you’re better at the decorating part. 

When he finishes with the sides you suggest he puts a layer of white frosting on the roof, so it has a chance to dry.  Shouting from the kitchen distracts everyone for a moment.  Apparently, Tom was eating some of the Pads’ house, they ended up having to get into another kit for the missing pieces.

Kim and Bri keep bringing up various things they know both you and Jensen enjoy.  Some of the same types of music, certain activities, movies and even foods.

“You guys have so much in common, it’s great,” Bri says at one point.  

“You both get along so well, that’s something that’s hard to find,” Kim adds.

Oh, these two are about as subtle as a jack hammer, you think to yourself.

The doorbell rings, and Bri leaves to answer it, coming back with an arm full of pizzas. “We found a place that delivers here, and since the kitchen would be too full for anyone to cook tonight, we ordered out.  When your houses are decorated and you are waiting for them to dry, come grab some food.”

When the house sides are all set, and the roof has its first layer of frosting on, Jensen goes to get plates for the both of you.  You eat in the living room to avoid spilling anything on your house.  Others have made their way back to their houses, and you go see if the one you two are working on is ready also.

 Back at the table you start putting the base together.  Jensen holds the pieces, while you carefully add the frosting.  Once they seem sturdy enough, the roof is next.  It takes a few tries to get it to stay in place.  The house is placed on the cardboard base next, and the two of you work on decorating that before going back to finish the roof.   

When it’s completed, you have to say you are pretty proud of the work you and Jensen did.

“I think it looks great,” he says, coming back from washing his hands.  

“I think you're right.  Good job partner.”

He snaps a picture of it before you two start cleaning up your area.  

When all the houses are done, they are set on a counter that isn’t used to form a little gingerbread village.  Everyone votes on their favorite house, and Bri counts them up.  You and Jensen won, no one else thought about using colored frosting on their house, so it makes yours stand out a little more. 

With everything cleaned up, you follow some of your friends to the theater room for tonight’s movie, Smokey and the Bandit, won the vote today. Even though you enjoy the movie, you still drift off to sleep before the end, tucked into Jensen’s side.  

The sound of everyone leaving the room, wakes you up and you slowly make your way upstairs, Jensen following close behind.  Ready for bed you're out again when your head it’s the pillow, you don’t even wake when Jensen pulls you close to him.

Thank you for reading!!

Part 9

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Smash (CC! Dream X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: No, I wanted to release something for when Dream face reveals, so this is separate from my Writing Inktober thing. Also, this is my 100th post!

Warnings:  Use of Dream's name (Clay), no pronouns but Sap calls reader "mamas" once

W.C. 968

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^I actually recorded this from the stream)

Face revealing sucked. Being a faceless streamer who was dating another faceless streamer sucked too. Especially when you knew that your boyfriend was working up towards a face reveal, and everyone was pressuring you to do the same since you were so close. Couldn’t be me.

Except it is. 

After being with Dream for three years and not showing each other your faces, it just seemed natural to us. When we met, we just kept our relationship through text and discord calling. We just never thought to show our faces to each other. Also, we just never told the fans that we were together.

That is until he decided that he was going to reveal everything. He was going to face reveal to all of his friends, and his fans, and then he was going to do a panel at twitchcon. He just had to unintentionally ruin my day.

I joined our discord voice chat since he and Sapnap were already in it, and I was bored with watching this show. “Hey, guys.” “Wassup mamas,” Sapnap laughed.

“Hey babe,” Clay dismissed Sapnap’s comment by just moving into the next statement. “We’re talking about the plan to face reveal.”

“Oh,” I pressed, “what’s it looking like?”

“Well, George is coming to Florida, so I was going to face reveal to him at the airport or something,” Dream explained. 

“Oh, so I’m going to be the only one who hasn’t seen your face?” I laughed. “And I’ve literally been dating you for three years.”

“I mean, you’re gonna be at twitchcon, right?” Sap popped in.

“Well, yes,” I stated as if it were obvious. “I’m literally in a separate panel with you, Sap.”

“Then, why don’t you fly to Florida, too.” Sap said as if it were the easiest, most obvious thing in the world. “Meet us here, and we all go to L.A. together. Simple”

“It’s not that simple, Sap,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I started spinning side to side. “I can’t just drop everything to fly to Florida. Let alone plan a whole face reveal”

“Well, what can we do to help?” Dream offers. “Like you’re already on a posting break, you’re gonna need to be here for twitchcon, and we still haven’t met, technically. You and I could face reveal together.”

“I have to pack, and I really don’t want to,” I chucked. “I mean, I don’t want to intrude either since you guys knew each other longer, and you’ve been planning this longer.”

“You wouldn’t intrude!” Dream and Sapnap exclaimed.

“You could literally show up randomly, and I would let you in without a second thought,” Dream pointed out.

“You don’t even know what I look like, so what if a random person showed up at your house and pretended to be me?” I laughed.

“Well, I better hope it’s actually you,” he also chuckled. Sap let out a loud laugh before saying he was going to log off to go get food. Then, the sound of him leaving the call sounded. This is when Dream turned serious. “You do know you could never intrude on us, right?

“I do now, but you guys were all friends before I joined, so I thought-”

“You thought wrong,” he interrupted. “You could never inconvenience me or Sap or George. You are a part of our team whether you like it or not. You will never be intruding on us.”

Hearing him reassure me gave me some confidence. “If I did,” I paused for dramatic effect. “When?”

~

It has been a few days since we had this call, and Dream was still the only one that knew that I was flying out to Florida and that I was planning to face reveal. I packed up my suitcase and finalized everything at my house before leaving for the airport. I sent a quick text to Clay right before we took off.

When we landed, I walked over towards the pick up area. I kept looking around paranoid that everyone was looking at me, and I did not know what facial expression I should be making. As I made my way to the door, I see Sapnap and a really tall blonde standing by the door. I froze. My eyes widened, as I stopped in the middle of the sea of people trying to leave the airport. I do not know what I was expecting Clay to look like, but he defiantly looked better than I could have ever thought.

Then the nerves sat in. What was George going to think? What was Sapnap going to think? What was Clay going to think? What if I did not meet their expectations? What if I disappointed them?

I decided then that I would bite the bullet and walk right up to them. As soon as I did, Sapnap looked up, and Clay turned his face away immediately. 

“Oh my god, you guys are my favorite Minecraft YouTubers,” I laughed quietly, so only they would hear me. “Can I get your autographs?”

“Y/N!” Clay exclaimed, throwing his arms around my shoulders and burying his face in my neck. “You look great.”

“Thank you, Clay,” I chuckled, hugging him back. I heard the click of a phone, and open one eye to see Sapnap pointing his phone at us. I just rolled my eyes before pulling away from Clay slowly. I held him at arm’s length to look at his face more. I noticed how green his eyes are, the freckles that spread across his cheeks, the fluffy dirty blonde hair on his head that I wanted to run my hands through, and most importantly, his smile. Looking at his smile made me smile as well before I decided what I wanted to say. “Honestly, I’d smash.”

“wHAT?”

~~~~~

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[aellynera]

Hi love! Can you do a Oscar Isaac x reader where they do the buzzfeed video reading thirst tweets and he gets jealous of the tweets? Thank you so much, I love your page. ❤️

Hello lovely Nonnie! I’m sorry this took so long, but I finally got super inspired to finish it. It’s not Oscar Isaac per se (I don’t do RPF) but I thought about it a bit and I was like...but I will do a Llewyn AU. So that’s what I did, and here it is, and I hope you and whoever else reads it, enjoys it! (note: most of the tweets came from various Thirst Tweet videos on YouTube, but there are a couple I just made up.)

I Want Llewyn Davis to Blank Me in the Blank (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader, Modern AU)

Word Count: 1300(ish)

Warnings: Some language, sexual references but nothing graphic or explicit just suggestive, floof.

- Llewyn isn’t sure what a BuzzFeed is, and to be honest, he’s not even sure what the hell a thirst tweet is. 

- You’re always teasing him that, if the world suddenly loses all technology tomorrow and the internet and social media disappear, he’ll be the only one who will still be able to function, and he’ll probably be a lot happier.

- You’re not wrong.

- He hates social media. Doesn’t understand what the point is really, why so many people are obsessed with it. Yeah, he technically has official accounts on all the major platforms, mainly because you insisted and set them up. They’re just placeholders and he never uses them.

- The only reason he’s even here to do this media gig is because you asked, all wide puppy-dog eyes and gnawed-on bottom lip, and he knows that you know he can’t say no to that.

- Not that he ever really wants to say no to you, but sometimes...

- Now he’s almost one hundred percent certain he regrets it.

- You’ve tried explaining the concept to him, probably like twenty-some times, and you’re trying again now, but as you lead him into the studio it pretty much goes in one ear and out the other.

- People don’t know you’re together, so he’s annoyed by that on top of everything else, because he can’t call you any of the usual pet names that roll off his tongue like melted butter.

- No angel. No baby. No sweetheart. It fucking sucks.

- "It’s not a serious thing, Llewyn. Just...fake it till you make it. Make jokes about it, it’ll be fine,” you tell him.

- You sit side by side at a little table, a couple feet apart, and a production assistant put a little metal bucket in front of each of you.

- Llewyn gives you a weird look. You just shake your head and smile this cute little smile that he does his level best to ignore because, well, you’re in public and nobody knows.

- Then the tweets come out of the buckets.

- Things I requite in a man: five nine, pisces, grammy nominated, llewyn davis. That’s all i ever need.

- Why is Llewyn Davis so attractive? He’s like 30 years older than me and I’m a lesbian but he still gets me hot and bothered.

- I cannot believe Llewyn Davis invented being sexy.

- Llewyn Davis got thicc lips and thicc hips

- I want Llewyn Davis to be my daddy but not in the fatherly kind of way.

- There’s a lot more, but honestly, they all sort of blend together.

- He manages to laugh them off and make some clever comments but he shoots you a look that’s part confusion, part disdain, and really annoyed. You just shrug.

- But then the tweets start coming out of your bucket, and Llewyn’s brain instantly regains its laser-focus.

- First, because everyone calls you by your online handle, which drives the nail further into Llewyn’s coffin because of his inability to actually call you cute names night now.

- Secondly, who do these assholes think they are, talking about his girl like this?

- Hello? Maker? Can we talk about how you put the heavens in AngelEyes’s eyes, because it’s starting to cause some serious problems over here. Kthx.

- I want to lick cherry-flavored jello off AngelEyes fingers, why does life have to be so unfair?

- Sit on my face and suffocate me, AngelEyes.

- AngelEyes’s boobs are a gift from whatever deity you choose to believe in, and if you’re an atheist, well, then more tits for me.

- I’m pretty sure AngelEyes could get all my children out of me, and I’m willing to take that challenge.

- Llewyn’s kind of tuned out, trying not to pay any attention to all the dirty things the world wants to do to you, but his head finally snaps up and his arm does too and his little metal bucket goes crashing to the floor.

- You (and everyone else in the studio) just stare at him.

- “Could I...” he clears his throat, “could I speak to you, for just a minute? Like, out in the hall?”

- “Okay?” you say slowly, but stand up and head towards the door, with him right behind you.

- The door barely has a change to swing shut behind you before Llewyn is on you, frantically pressing his lips to yours in a soul-sucking kiss.

- “Llewyn, what are you doing?” you hiss when you finally break away for air.

- It took quite a few minutes before you absolutely needed that break and you’re fairly certain people are going to come looking for you any second because you have to be taking a lot longer to “talk” than Llewyn implied.

- “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to sit there and pretend all those tweets are okay”

- He’s pressing you against the wall and you can’t help the slightly impish smile that comes to your face. “I have a pretty good idea.”

- Llewyn glares through narrowed eyes. “This isn’t funny, AngelEyes.”

- “I was listening to all the ones people said about you too. Don’t get so worked up, Llewyn, it’s all in good fun.”

- Llewyn snorts.

- “Baby, are you...jealous?” You raise a brow at him.

- “I have half a mind to just take you up against this wall, right now.”

- “You’re jealous.”

- His mouth is suddenly a breath away from yours again, and he murmurs, “I just want people to know that you’re mine. And to know that I’m yours. And to never read a single thirst tweet ever again in my entire life,” before his desperate lips are back on yours.

- This time, he pulls out of the kiss first and you rest your head on his shoulder and try to catch your breath again.

- He’s checking something on his phone - replying to a text from his manager Snap or his sister, maybe, you’re only vaguely aware that he’s actually on his phone at all.

- But then you feel your own phone vibrate in your pocket.

- You pull it out and immediately almost drop it.

- “Llewyn. You...you didn’t.”

- Llewyn looks at you with a completely innocent face. He slides his phone back in his pocket and hooks a thumb towards the door. “I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart. Come on, we should probably get back in there before they send a search party.”

- You barely have time to process the notification that Llewyn Davis (@ folksingerwithacatofficial) has made his first tweet! Check it out! and even less time to actually read it before Llewyn disappears through the door and you have to follow.

- But it there was a picture - you didn’t even know Llewyn knew how to do that. And if he had an extra minute, he’d be inordinately proud of himself.

- It’s from a friend’s rooftop party a couple weeks ago. You’re behind him with your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, and he has his eyes closed and a happy, content little smile on his face.

- There’s no way anyone’s going to look at it and be like, ‘oh they’re just friends.’ But the caption definitely clears it up.

- Never been happier than I am w/AngelEyes by my side. Aren’t enough words to say how much I love you, baby. Maybe I’ll just write you a song or ten.

- You head back into the studio, about to shove your phone back in your pocket, your face burning hotter than the sun, but it vibrates again and you see the corners of Llewyn lips turn up, even though he’s pointedly not looking at you.

- There’s another tweet.

- Now go get some water y’all and stop talking about my girlfriend’s tits. At least give her ass the credit it deserves too.

- Llewyn pretends not to notice when, five minutes later, everyone’s phones and laptops and tablets start blowing up with notifications and reactions. He just pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly on the cheek.

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Far Away From L.A.

Story Summary: Dylan arrives ahead of production to a new filming location to get a break from L.A. It’s a small town in eastern Canada that’s remote and serene. While he’s enjoying the touch of anonymity that comes with filming in a rural town where most people couldn’t care less who he was, he meets Amelia. 

Pairing: Dylan x OFC

Warnings: eventual smut, RPF, slight angst, general naughtiness

A/N: This is basically one giant shitpost. Read it if you want to. It’s self-indulgent and will be smutty. It’s probably not going to be super long, and I’m not committing to an update schedule. I am in a writing groove though, so who knows ;) No beta? No problem! Right? .... Ugh.

Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 /  Chapter 19 /  *IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 1: Escape (Dylan POV)

‘It’s not easy being in the spotlight.’ Everyone says that. Everyone. And everyone also thinks it’s a cliché. The truth of the matter is, clichés are clichés for a reason. Fame and notoriety have a way of dehumanizing you. It separates you from everyone else, for largely superficial reasons. To Dylan, acting was what he did for a living, and he was lucky because it was something he was good at and that he loved. He wasn’t doing it for fame. In fact, he kind of hated that part of it all. He appreciated his fans, loved how passionate they were and that they chose to support his work, but he’d always found the idea of celebrity so odd.

You wouldn’t rush up to a barista that had served you coffee that morning on a walk with their dog and ask for a picture. Of course you wouldn’t. That’s absurd. That’s how he felt sometimes. He knew it wasn’t fair to compare those experiences, but he couldn’t help but long for the same anonymity. Nothing was his anymore. Privacy was something he still desperately clung to, and he was pretty good at keeping the most intimate details of his life to himself, but who else had to be careful who they were seen with in public and what tweets they chose to like? It was exhausting, but he’d signed up for it, he supposed.

It didn’t help that he lived in LA. It was a teeming swamp of paparazzi. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been photographed at LAX with his pillow tucked under his arm trying to hide as much as he could under his ball cap and sunglasses. It was the last place he wanted to be swarmed. He’d either woken up early to make a flight, or was jet lagged as hell on his way back from one thing or another, just wishing he was at home in his bed when they’re chasing him out to his car to get a picture. The whole fiasco attracted the attention of everyone else in the damn terminal. Countless autographs and unflattering photos later, he can finally escape.

An escape, that’s what he needed. He got those from time to time. He especially enjoyed his trips to New York. He still got noticed there, but not everyone that recognized him intruded. He could go to a Mets game, get asked for a couple of pictures, and go about his business. New Yorkers seemed to respect his personal space a bit more and didn’t seem as concerned or consumed with the spectacle of celebrity. But what he really loved was filming outside of the usual celebrity haunts.

Locations are kept quiet prior to the start of filming, for the most part, and those first few days, before anyone knows where you are or has really recognized you, you can walk around without the weight of all of that on your shoulders. That’s where he found himself now. He’d arrived early, ahead of the production crew and the other actors, to a small town in Nova Scotia, Canada. He was set to start filming a period piece that he’d signed onto a while back. The script had spoke to him and the director had reached out after seeing his performance in “Amazing Stories”.

He found a Bed and Breakfast online before he’d left LA. It was a quaint little place on a country road about 10 miles from where the majority of filming would be taking place. The air was cool, and the first hints of fall were stealing the green from the leaves in the trees. He forgot how much he loved fall on the east coast. It was always his favorite time of year before he’d moved to California.

Dylan was standing outside his rental car taking in the expanse of wheat fields and the river that wove its way through the valley when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his sweats. He snatched his ball cap off the passenger seat and placed it on his head as he read the message that flashed across his screen.

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T-Pose: You make it there alright?

**----------**

Dylan smiled. He and Tyler were out the night before for dinner at Tyler’s favorite bar, Stout, in LA and had hung out at Tyler’s place after. They laughed and caught each other up on what they were getting up to since they’d last spoken, quickly falling into old habits. He hated that he had to head home to be up early enough to catch his flight.

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Dylan: Yeah bro. I’m here

T-Pose: Nice! How is it so far?

Dylan: It’s quiet.

T-Pose: Sounds like just the right place for you right now

Dylan: Yeah. 2 weeks before filming starts. I’m just going to try to find some time to just exist, dude

T-Pose: I’m sure those Canadians will take good care of you up there

Dylan: Haha, for sure. Thanks again for the talk last night, man. I needed that shit more than you know

T-Pose: Always, brother. Always. I’ve got you

Dylan: Thanks, man. I got you too. Can you send me that song you played for me last night, btw?

T-Pose: For sure! I’ll throw it in the share drive.

Dylan: Sounds good, man. Listen. I gotta get settled in find a place to get some grub before I pass out 

T-Pose: All good, dude. Enjoy yourself up there. Let me know if you see a whale or some shit

Dylan: Hah! You’ll be the first to know if I get Moby Dicked

T-Pose: Dicked 😉

Dylan: Behave. You child.

T-Pose: 👶

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Dylan smiled and shook his head as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. He walked around the car to the trunk and grabbed his bag and pillow. He didn’t even make it to the front door before an older woman, 5 feet tall on a good day, was coming out to greet him at the top of the stairs that led up to the front porch.

“Hi there, dear!” she said, beaming as she wiped her hands on her apron.

“Hello,” he smiled back.

“I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding us.”

“Oh, no. None at all,” Dylan said, stepping up to stand next to her. “I’m just glad you had space for me on short notice.”

“Stop!” she scoffed playfully, waving her hand. “We’ve never been fully booked in the 30 years we’ve run this place. It’s no trouble at all.” She grinned, patting his shoulder. “I’m Violet,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Dylan,” he replied, taking her hand in his. “I’m just glad you were able to find space for me on such short notice, you know?” He set his bag down next to him. “I shouldn’t have been playing so fast and loose with my plans.”

He smiled, looking past her at the swing on the porch that lazily hung on its chains and the expanse of fields beyond the rail. This really was exactly where he needed to be.

“What brings you to Nova Scotia?” She asked, reaching to pick up his bag.

Dylan stopped her, smiling in thanks before picking it up himself. “Just some good ol’ fashioned R&R,” he sighed.

“Well,” she smiled, stepping out of his way to clear the path, “you came to the right place.” She opened the door and the day’s sunlight spilled into the modest lobby. An old Afghan rug ran along the hallway adjacent to the old oak staircase. A large sitting room opened to the left at the foot of the stairs, a stately fireplace adorning the wall. To the right, sat a large dining table with a single flower arrangement. The smell of fresh bread wafted out from the kitchen beyond the closed glass doors at the far end of the table.

“Nice place you got here,” he said with a nod, removing his hat.

She blushed just a little. “Well thank you! We like to think so.” She fussed with a crooked picture frame before clearing her throat. “I can show you to your room, if you like?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Dylan followed her up the staircase and down the hall to a room that overlooked the back of the property. The windows ran from the floor to the ceiling, all the trim dark and wide. The walls were covered in a speckled pattern of small flowers. The bed had four posts that nearly reached the high ceiling. There were more pillows than had any right to be on a single bed at one time, but the quilted blanket looked warm and inviting.

“If you don’t like it, there’s another—”

“No, no,” he interrupted, not wanting her to think he was displeased, “it’s perfect, really.” He smiled at her, sitting his bags on the end of the bed. “Thank you.”

She sighed, patting her thighs. “Well. I won’t trouble you any longer. If there’s anything you need, you can find one of us in the office downstairs next to the kitchen.”

“Sounds good.”

“Oh! I almost forgot. Breakfasts are served at 8 am, if you’d like to partake.”

Dylan’s stomach growled at the thought of food. He never liked to eat before a flight, so his last meal was last night with Tyler.

“And there’s a book in the drawer of the nightstand with some information about local sight seeing, restaurants, and little tidbits my family has thrown in for guests.”

Dylan smiled. “That’s perfect, actually.”

“Alright then, dear. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I hope to see you at breakfast!” She backed out through the door, closing it behind her.

Dylan looked up at the ceiling, taking a long breath as he stretched out his neck. He walked over to the window and pulled back the sheers to get a better view. A large tree stood alone in a field of green grass. Its canopy was nearly perfectly symmetrical, and on one of the lowest bows, a tire swing hung neglected on a worn rope. Beyond the tree, a large red barn stood tall in the field. It looked well cared for and recently painted. The hay loft door swung open in the breeze.

“Sure not in L.A. anymore.” 

[machine-gun-casie]

tavern music

synopsis: corpse hears tavern music coming from your room (gn!reader)

warnings: rpf, reader gets cheated on, kind of unrequited feelings, mostly hurt/comfort and physical affection tho (what im trying to say is that this is mostly self indulgent)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: havent written in a while but i found this in my arsenal, fixed it up a bit and viola. original plans for this was definitely something longer that would end with them being together but im not up for writing rn. been feeling really shitty lately and ive been needing something like this in my life. hope u guys like it ♡

He couldn’t hear it at first. His headset was on and everyone was being so loud on the discord call. When he started the stream, he really thought it was gonna be a long one. But he’s only two hours in and he’s ready to get the hell off because something was definitely wrong.

“Corpse?” His name being spoken finally broke him out of his trance, he only hummed in response. “You’ve been really quiet. Are you sure you’re up for another game?”

“Actually,” he starts as he closes a few tabs, “I think I’ve gotta go. Today was fun, though. Thanks for having me guys.”

After a chorus of ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you later’s, Corpse disconnected from the discord call. “Thank you guys for being here,” he addressed the chat, “sorry I’m ending so early today. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time. Take care of yourselves. Later.”

After hanging up his headset and getting out of the chair he’s been sitting in for far too long, Corpse made the short trek to your room. 

You had only been roommates for less than four months, but Corpse could confidently say that you have become one of his closest friends. Getting a roommate was the last resort that he never wanted to actually resort to. But alas, medical bills were piling up and youtube and music don’t make half as much money as people think they do. So cutting rent in half was the best plan he could come up with. He did have an extra guest room that no one ever stayed in. Of course having someone move into his personal space was terrifying to him. He didn’t just want to post an ad on craigslist or something. So he asked a couple trusted friends to ask a couple trusted friends… And that’s when you came in.

You were the trusted friend of a trusted friend of a trusted friend. When you met, you didn’t make a comment about his voice. Your face sure as hell showed your surprise but you didn’t say anything. To Corpse, this meant one of two things. You either knew who he was but didn’t want to freak him out, or you didn’t know about his online persona and were just genuinely shocked by his voice. It only took a few minutes of knowing you to know that it was the latter. Thank god. You were like anyone your age with social media. You had a few accounts, followed a few people, but mostly used it to stay in contact with friends. 

It only took you guys a week to realize you had way too much in common. After many a late night when he wasn’t streaming, and many an early morning when he was just done streaming, you two became inseparable. Nothing could keep you apart.

Except for one thing.

You had a boyfriend.

There was nothing wrong with your boyfriend, per se. Just the fact that he was your boyfriend and Corpse was not. 

Yeah, Corpse definitely had feelings for you. 

But right now, feelings didn’t matter when he could hear tavern music coming from your room.

He knocked lightly and pushed the door open slowly. “y/n? Can I come in?”

No response came, just sniffles and sobs. The lack of refusal on your part gave him the courage he needed to open the door wider and step into your room. He had only been in your room a couple of times since you had moved in. But he had never been in a room that gave off the feeling of a person so well.

You were curled up on your bed, facing your open laptop screen and the tavern music coming from its speakers. With every sob shaking your chest, Corpse felt his heart break. “y/n,” he murmured softly, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s not working.” Came your reply, heavy with tears. “You said it would make you feel like you're going on an adventure but I still feel like crap.”

“What happened?” Corpse asked as he sat down on your bed, facing you. You slowly sat up and crossed your legs at your ankles in front of you.

“He-” You sighed heavily. “He cheated on me.”

“What?”

“He cheated on me -has been cheating on me- with my best friend. My little brother found out.” You groaned and dramatically dropped your head onto Corpse’s thigh. His hand immediately came in contact with your cheek as he brushed a few stray tears away.

There was rarely any physical contact between you and Corpse. Sometimes you’d give him a high five, sometimes he’d give you fist bump. And there was that one time you came up behind him at the grocery store and hugged his arm to your chest. You immediately whispered something along the lines of ‘creep won’t leave me alone’ followed by a loud ‘hey babe!’

Corpse could barely admit to himself how much he liked that.

But this? This felt good. Corpse’s large warm hand on your face somehow made you want to cry more but in a good way. The tenderness with which he held your face made your heart squeeze as it remembered moments like this with your boyf- ex boyfriend. But then it remembered your brother’s words.

“Hey, what’s up?” You spoke as you answered his call. Your brother wasn’t much of a caller, so it made you worry. 

“Hey, where are you right now?”

“I’m home, why?”

“y/n… There’s something I gotta tell you.” He sighed and you could clearly hear the guilt.

“Did you break my DS!” It was your first thought as you had given it to him the last time you had seen him. “Dude! I’ve had that since I was seven!”

“No no, I called about something else.” He cut you off mid-whine. “But also I did lose the pen.” You huffed out a sigh of frustration but stayed silent so he could tell you what he wanted to tell you. “I saw your boyfriend at the park today.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “And?” How did this warrant a phone call? 

“He was with Bob.” 

When you had met your best friend, your brother was only a toddler. He had decided that her name was Bob, so it stuck. You always called her Bob, she was saved as Bob in your phone, your whole family called her Bob. But you still didn't understand. Why was he calling you to tell you that your boyfriend and your best friend were at the park? 

“Why are you calling me about this? You know that they’re friends, right?” You let out a chuckle, albeit still pretty confused. “They’re allowed to hang out without me.” 

“They weren’t hanging out.” You could hear your brother push out a strained sigh. What wasn’t he telling you? “They were making out on the swing set. As in, both of them on one swing. And I double checked, it was definitely them. I-I told mom and she said not to tell you, but I couldn’t not tell you when I’m the one who saw it!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

There was no lying to yourself, you had doubts about your best friend and your boyfriend. But you constantly brushed it off. He wouldn’t hurt you like that. Hell, she couldn’t hurt like that. Not after everything you had been through together. 

But you had seen his call log by accident one time, he called her more than he did you. She face-timed him one time to ask his opinion about a dress she was going to buy while you were in the changing room. She had done a handful of things since your relationship with your boyfriend started that made you uneasy. If this was their first kiss, which was something you doubted, then they’ve both been emotionally attached to the other for far too long.

All those tender intimate moments, all those dates, throughout everything, he wasn’t faithful. Not emotionally, at least. None of those moments that you cherished meant anything to you anymore. He had played you. With none other than your best friend since middle school. You didn’t know who to be more mad at.

The thoughts of betrayal from someone who you considered a sister and the hurt of being cheated on made you nauseated.

So when the large warm hand on your face stroked your cheek again, you didn’t mind it. This was Corpse. Not your cheating boyfriend. Not your lying best friend. Corpse. And you knew that he would never hurt you.

“He’s been cheating on me for a while I think.” You mumbled against his sweatpants. “Maybe a couple months. I don’t know.” 

Corpse furrowed his brows in thought. You had told him you were going to visit your boyfriend for your one year anniversary next week. “Weren’t you go-”

“Yeah.”

“And Bob’s been your friend since-”

“Yeah.” Your chin wobbled as you answered. You brought your arms up around Corpse’s thigh and hugged it. It was a strange position, but you didn’t care. He was so warm and nice and hugging him properly required more movement on your end than you were willing to do.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Corpse sighed and reached out to untangle your arms from his leg. He gently pulled you across the few inches of bed between you and sat you in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, immediately sobbing into his shoulder. “Do you want me to turn off the music?” You shook your head no against him and he chuckled before he solemnly sighed. “When did you find out?” 

“When I came home.”

“But you came home hours ago. Have you been in here this whole time?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were streaming, didn’t wanna interrupt.” You shrugged.

“y/n,” he sighed disappointedly, “you’re my best friend. I can end a stream if you need me.”

“Okay.” Your voice, broken and weak and tired, made him feel so guilty. You had been crying your heart out for over two hours just down the hall from where he was.

He gently grabbed you by your hips and tried to push you away, but you only held on tighter and whimpered. “I just wanna get you some water.”

“I don’t want water.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You.” You whispered. “Please stay.” 

Fuck. How could he say no to that?

So he stayed.

[smells-like-mettaton]

Tali’s Alphys-Centric Fic Rec List

I’ve been meaning to make this for a while!! All fics are oneshots unless marked as a series or with a chapter count.  Thanks to everyone who recced several of these to me on my 12am begging-for-alphys-fics post dfdksdl. These aren’t in any particular order. The “notes” section is my commentary about each fic. No fics are based on full AUs (ex. underswap, horrortale, etc). The only endgame Alphys ship included is Alphyne, though most of the fics listed are gen. Hope you can find something you enjoy here!

Extra Credit by FriedCatfish

Rating: G // Word count: 1,206 Summary: Undyne loses track of time watching anime. Set before the events of the game. Notes: Cute Alphyne oneshot! Short and sweet, very nice characterization

world comes pouring through by feralpheonix

Rating: G // Word count: 1,655 Summary: Alphys reunites with some old friends on the way home from taking care of business. Notes: 2nd person Alphys pov but it surprisingly works? A small moment with Alphys, Bratty, and Catty, which I literally NEVER see content for so it was really refreshing!! Takes place at/near the end of the pacifist route.

white lies to the dead by MiniNephthys

Rating: T // Word Count: 580 Summary: Alphys walks through Waterfall, talking to someone who's not there. Notes: Queen Alphys ending; Alphys “talks” to Undyne after she’s been killed. Hits me right in all the emotions ;;

Found Soul by LibraLibrary

Rating: T // Word Count: 1,331 Summary: Self-worth is a slippery, fleeting little devil, and the bastard flower that killed you isn't helping. Takes place during the final fight of the True Pacifist run, following Alphys from one purgatory to the next. Notes: Very angsty, definitely make sure you’re ready to handle Alphys’s suicidal thoughts, but a very good read! I love seeing the Lost Soul battle from her POV.

And I Feel Fine by Masu_Trout

Rating: T // Word Count: 1,685 Summary: The fallen human is human is fast approaching The Core, and Mettaton is ready to finally take the stage. Now, if only Alphys would stop worrying so much. Notes: Alphys & Mettaton friendship in the no mercy route, but manages to be surprisingly not depressing. Mettaton POV but definitely still deserves to be here. This fic does a great job of characterizing them both and it’s always great to see Alphys working in her element.

Experimentation by pickledragon

Rating: G // Word Count: 1,531 Summary: Alphys is, above all, a scientist. She may watch anime with religious fervor and make horrible Undernet shitposts in her free time, but she is good at her job. She knows what they say about her, behind her back. But when she stands there, time open before her, she resolves to collect data. Each experiment, intentional or not, brings new opportunities to change certain variables and observe others. Alphys is a scientist, after all. Notes: THIS FIC. it’s technically part of a series but it stands on its own (it’s the only one i’ve read by this author). EXCELLENT alphys characterization and writing style. Some Sans & Alphys friendship too which is always stellar. If you didn’t gather from the summary, it’s an alphys starts to remember resets fic.

Memory by Ash_yeet

Rating: T // Word Count: 19,962 // Chapters: 5/20 Summary: It's been two years since monsterkind have joined the humans on the surface, and Alphys is happier than she's ever been. But things can't stay great forever. She starts having nightmares, lapses in memory, flashbacks to things that have never happened. She hopes it will pass... sans is doing his best to adjust to life. When Alphys reaches out to him about her nightmares, he doesn't expect much. He quickly changes his tune. Someone is trying to come back. And they aren't what they used to be.sans and Alphys are trying to move on. But there's one thing they forgot: No matter how hard you try, you can't run from your past. Notes: I’ve only read chapter one so far, but it’s been really good! Looks like it’s going to involve Gaster in some way. Says it’s on short hiatus but was updated in April so doesn’t look abandoned.

Hot and Cold Blooded (Alphyne series) by perniciousLizard

Rating: varies by fic, usually G but a few T and one E // Word count: 36,516 // Works: 18/18 Summary: This series is a place to put all my Alphys/Undyne stories that aren't part of another series. Notes: this series has something for everyone; you can pick and choose which works to read. Most are feel-good fluff and humor, some hurt/comfort too. Some connect to the author’s Sansby series (which i also can’t recommend enough)

When Life Hands You Enantiomers by Kaesa

Rating: T // Word Count: 2,739 Summary: Alphys has a half-finished tile maze puzzle, reams of useless data, and a bunch of piranhas that can't tell the difference between lemon and orange scent. Sans has donuts. Notes: ONE OF MY VERY FAVORITES. Fun puns, science, alphys & sans friendship, piranhas, the opportunity to actually understand organic chemistry references,, it’s so good and fun

Friendshipping by AyuOhseki

Rating: G // Word Count: 4,564 Summary: Sans finds Alphys's secret Sans/Grillby RPF. This won't get weird or awkward or anything, we're sure. Notes: Hilarious Alphys narration, great characterization, it’s just so silly and warms my heart. I love terrible fanfic writer Alphys

social links by simplycarryon

Rating: G // Word Count: 2,525 Summary: Friendship's pretty neat, or so your video games and anime dictate. But you are not an anime protagonist, and you're not sure you know what friendship is any more. Notes: more solid sans & alphys friendship :D

See You Another Time by decamarks

Rating: T // Word Count: 18,500 // Chapters: 1/14 Summary: “Have you ever thought of a world where everything is exactly the same... Except you don’t exist? Everything functions perfectly without you.” Alphys spent a lot of time thinking about what it’d be like to start over. It wasn’t fair for someone like her to escape consequences. She knew that, yet the thought never left her mind—the thought that maybe, just maybe, she could get another chance; that she could abandon her life, her failures—everything—and start anew. But that would never happen. Sometimes, Alphys wondered. Would the world be better off without her? When unexplainable anomalies appear and begin to warp the world around her, Alphys discovers something she was never meant to know: the identity of the former Royal Scientist, and how he met his demise. Doctor W.D. Gaster vanished without a trace; he was erased from reality after an experiment ended in disgrace. Forgotten by the world, shattered across time and space—it’s like he never existed in the first place.And Alphys can’t imagine a better fate. Notes: This is a monster of a first chapter but definitely worth the read!! So much good stuff happening already. I’m a total wuss but I still love the cosmic/existential horror bits going on so far. Great Sans & alphys friendship and Undyne & alphys friendship so far.  All the amalgamates also feel incredibly well written. Can’t wait to see more of this one

(And here are a few of my own Alphys-centric fics as well)

Seventh Time’s the Charm by Taliax

Rating: G // Word Count: 1,519 // Chapters: 1/7 Summary: Six bad "dates" Alphys has been on, plus one that is actually pretty good. Notes: Alphys is my favorite and I love giving her a bad time. First chapter is a “date” she has with Sans. Next chapter which I have in progress is going to be Papyrus. (Alphyne is still endgame of course.) Set mostly before the events tof the game. Get ready for lots of second-hand embarrassment sdlfkjds

Support Character by Taliax

Rating: T // Word Count: 1,814 Summary: If Sans is determined to fight the human, Alphys is going to make sure he's prepared. Notes: Sans & Alphys no mercy route friendship, based on the headcanon that Alphys was the one to give Sans the powers/magic he uses to fight the human.

it's your best life (if it's the life that you're living right now) by Taliax

Rating: T // Word Count: 4,046 Summary: Through messages saved to Sans's phone, Queen Alphys gets a glimpse at lives that might have been.  With so many possibilities... how did this timeline go so wrong? Notes: Sans & Alphys friendship, Queen Alphys ending, mostly angst/hurt/comfort. I’m really proud of this one and it uses my main headcanon for how Sans knows about resets.

The Trans-Underground Alphys-Carrying, Match-Making Road Trip by Taliax

Rating: G // Word Count: 5,713 Summary: From her secret security camera, Alphys gets too invested in Sans's relationship with the voice behind the door.  This wouldn't be a problem if Mettaton didn't decide to take her ship into his own hands. Trying to catch up with a battery-powered robot is hard work, but telling the truth is even harder. Notes: This is a really silly fic with some hurt/comfort sprinkled in. Has some Soriel and Papyton in the background. Has some Alphys & Papyrus friendship as well which is always underrated in my opinion.