#yeah if she wants that can be her guilty pleasure book

[heartonxions]

somebody said that levy was a “booktok” girl on those ShE FixED hiM posts that only seem to still be created on tiktok and DO WE FORGET THAT SHE ENJOYS LIKE LITERATURE AND KNOWLEDGE and NOT JUST ROMANCE BOOKS. SHE IS ABSOLUTLEY NOT A BoOKtOK GIRLIE. I HATE FT FANS.

i am not saying she doesn’t read them, but some of yall are acting like that’s the only thing she reads sometimes and i’m sickkkk of it . SICK

[propertyofwicked]

SCANDALOUS - OP

summary - in which oscar discovers what type of books his girlfriend is actually reading

warnings: 18+ allusions to smut, but mostly fluff

this is my first oscar piece and i am considering a part 2! lemme know what you think! <3 (also sorry for disappearing my life has been all over the place)

masterlist the playlist

as they arrived at the silverstone track, oscar and y/n could feel the palpable anticipation in the air. navigating through the crowds was something y/n could only compare to her idea of personal hell. people everywhere, sporting the bright colours of different teams, people approaching the two of them, holding out hats and phones for oscar to sign. if this was friday, y/n hated to think what the rest of the weekend would be like - hopefully she could arrive later than oscar and avoid the hustle and bustle.

"are you going to be okay here?" oscar asked softly, concern evident in his eyes, as he led the two of them into mclaren hospitality. he wasn’t blind, if anything he could read her emotions better than he could read his own - he knew she was overwhelmed, but not quite at breaking point.

"yeah, i've got my book and headphones,” y/n replied, patting her bag quickly, “i'll find a quiet spot,” she added with a nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

“i’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he asked her again, holding her wrists softly in his hands.

“i’ll be here,” she replied, still smiling as she stepped up onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

y/n watched as oscar left, before turning on her heel and trying to find a cosy corner, tucked away from the commotion where she could read her book in peace. and as she sat with her back to the wall, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that no one could walk behind her and glimpse at what she was reading. her flushed cheeks may slightly give it away to anyone who recognised the book, but as she flipped through the pages she was met with nothing but pure, indulgent smut. it was a guilty pleasure that she seldom admitted to enjoying, and whilst she was more than content with oscar, she was too shy to admit she’d want him to do more than half of the acts she reads about.

maybe next time, she should bring a murder mystery book with her, instead of reading 82 pages of unforgiving sex scenes that are described in such detail that she could almost imagine how oscar would recreate it beautifully - yeah, maybe not the right thing to be reading at your boyfriend’s place of work.

“hi,” a voice interrupted, causing y/n to jump quickly as she looked up to see one of the hospitality staff stood in front of her, “i was just wondering if we would be able to steal this chair? i can find you somewhere else to sit - it’s just a guest would like to sit here.”

“of course,” y/n replied, smiling up at the nervous girl before moving to shove everything back into her bag, “i probably should go on a walk anyways.”

“thank you so much, and sorry for making you move - the guest is a sponsor, so they expect us to move heaven and earth to accommodate them,” the employee added with a grin.

“i understand,” y/n replied, laughing lightly as she stood, “your hair is so beautiful by the way.”

“thank you,” the girl smiled, blushing at the compliment.

oscar had been engrossed with his team, discussing strategy and making adjustments for the practice session, when he realised it had been several hours since he’d seen his girlfriend. and once the practice session had finally ended, with a full team debrief, he made it his mission to find her.

"have you seen y/n around?" oscar inquired casually, glancing over at lando who had walked into hospitality with him.

"yeah, she was sitting in the corner over there," lando chuckled, gesturing towards the quieter section of the hospitality area, “….but she’s not there anymore,” he added, trailing off as he noticed the empty chair.

"thanks mate, glad you’ve still got those keen observational skills," oscar replied sarcastically, “don’t know what i’d do without you around.”

“hey! i was just telling you where i last saw her!” lando defended, holding his hands up, ”she’s probably in a quiet corner somewhere, reading that book. she’s probably the only person that didn’t notice i’d even walked in earlier ‘cos she was nose deep in it.”

“sounds about right,” oscar hummed, pulling his phone out to shoot her a quick where are you text.

sure enough, oscar found y/n in a quieter corner, still engrossed in her book. he approached her quietly and gently tapped her shoulder. y/n looked up, removing her headphones and quickly closing the pages before smiling warmly at him.

"hey there, lost track of time?" oscar asked, sitting down beside her, pulling his legs up to his chest as his back leant on the wall.

y/n nodded, "yeah, i guess i did. how was practice?"

"pretty good," oscar replied, "we made some solid improvements. what about you? what are you reading?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her expression. "oh, it's just a book. nothing special."

oscar raised an eyebrow, sensing her reluctance to share. "come on, it can't be that bad. is it some secret spy novel or something?"

y/n chuckled nervously. "no, nothing like that. just... personal. i'll tell you about it later, maybe."

"alright, fair enough," he replied, "ready to head back to the hotel?"

y/n sighed with relief. "yes please.”

“that bored, huh?” he asked as he stood, extending his arms to help pull her from the floor.

“not bored, just-”

“overwhelmed? hungry? eager to see me after a shower?”

“always.”

“good to know,” he added, draping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "you know, you're quite the mystery sometimes," he teased gently as they began to walk to the car.

"keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" y/n smirked, “no fun in being predictable.”

they arrived at the hotel room, and as they settled in, the atmosphere relaxed. y/n flopped down on the bed, and oscar joined her, laying his entire body on top of hers, her hands moving to stroke along his back softly.

"so, how's the book?" oscar asked again, with a playful glint in his eye.

y/n rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress a smile. "it's good. maybe i'll let you read it someday."

"wow, such a privilege!" oscar feigned shock, “but how would i ever repay you for such an offer.”

"don't push your luck, piastri,” she replied, her arms grabbing his sides in attempt to push him off. he laughed, rolling to the side to lay next to her.

"alright, alright. i won't push. but seriously, thanks for coming with me today. it means a lot."

y/n's expression softened. "of course. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "i'm lucky to have you, you know that?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with affection. "i think we're both pretty lucky."

“i’d be even luckier if you let me read that book of yours,” he grinned.

"you're ridiculous.”

"only for you," he replied with a grin, his arm reaching across her waist for his fingers to draw circles into the skin of her stomach. his head dipped, trailing kissed along her clothed shoulder, until he was resting on his arm, hovering over her slightly, his lips finding their way to the skin of her neck.

“please,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw.

“fine,” y/n replied with a loud huff, pushing herself up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. oscar remained on the bed, resting on his side and using his arm to hold his head up as his eyes followed her across the room.

she launched the book at him, watching as it landed just shy of his stomach.

“come and join me,” he beckoned, shuffling himself up the bed, book in hand.

“i’d rather stand here, actually.”

“ok weirdo.”

the room fell to a silence as oscar opened the book, choosing to open at a page in the middle.

“why is this all highlighte- oh. OH. oh wow,” he spoke aloud, grimacing slightly in between raising his eyebrows at the literature, “this is - is that even possible? how has he got her leg up there?”

“you can stop now,” y/n begged, climbing on the bed and stretching over in attempt to snatch the book from his hands.

“no, i don’t think i will,” he teased, raising the book above his head, though at an angle where he could still read it, “ ‘…..he said, grabbing my other leg and placing them both behind his head’ - this girl is flexible jesus.”

“oscar piastri you give me that book right now.”

“ok! ok!” he said defensively, “….on one condition.”

“…what?” y/n responded cautiously, noticing the way he smirked at her.

“you tell me, is this something you wanna try?” he asked, “the things in this book? is that what you want?”

“minus the kidnapping part….maybe?” she replied, fiddling with her fingers.

“maybe, huh?” he teased, placing the book to his side before grabbing her waist to pull her into him. y/n straddled his lap, though desperately tried to look anywhere but his face, desperate to hide the flush of her cheeks, only worsened by looking in his eyes.

“honestly, i just wanna know if im that flexible,” she replied with a laugh, still playing anxiously with her fingers whilst trying to fight against her own awkwardness.

“i know you can get at least one leg up there,” oscar joked, fingers tickling at her sides playfully, “although, you’re not very good at twister.”

“we have played twister ONCE. and i was drunk. you cannot hold that against me.”

“drunk or not, your foot was still dangerously close to going up my ass.”

“and yet no assholes were harmed.”

“speaking of.. does this book mention anyth-”

“if you think you are putting ANYTHING up there you are very much mistaken mr piastri,” y/n argued, holding his jaw in her hands to make her point clear.

“mr piastri? i prefer da-”

“NOPE! LA LA LA,” she interrupted, quickly covering her ears before he finished his sentence.

“im kidding, im kidding,” he laughed out breathlessly, holding on to her hips as his body shook with laughter, “so about this flexibility thing.”

“let me stretch first,” she told him, kissing his lips softly. y/n moved to climb off him, only half serious about stretching, but his hands stayed put on her waist, pulling her back into him. he kissed her again, a hand traveling up her body to rest on her jaw and he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her bottom lip briefly.

“no need, i know a good way to get you warmed up,” he told her cheekily, his lips returning to her neck once more, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.

“oh really?” she replied, her eyebrows raising at the suggestion, “please, go on. tell me more.”

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse Ellie Part 4

summary: I’ll let you find out on your own😉

Warnings: fluffffff, cursing, readers same old delusions. Lmk if I’ve missed anything

“So after all that YOU NEVER KISSED???” Dina exclaims. You sat on your bed with your phone in one hand help up to your ear and your other hand holding your remote clicking through channels that you weren’t interested in.

“No. And we were sooooooo close” you replied in a pout.

“Wait okay so you met up with her for a study date and ended spending the time flirting and ALMOST kissing right?” Dina asked

“Yeahhhh” you groaned. You were upset you didn’t kiss her. Those pink lips that had been lingering in your mind for weeks. You wanted to kiss them.

“Then I mean…don’t you still need help with math?” Dina asked. You smirked. This girl was a genius. You suddenly forgave her for her huge cockblock episode the other day.

“I’ll call you back” you said and hung up the phone.

You went on Instagram and went to Ellie’s chats.

“Heyy” You typed. You but the top of your finger out of excitement. Does this girl know how flustered she makes you. Does she know how much she makes you blush at the guilty pleasure you have of imagining your kids together one day? You imagined yourself and Ellie cuddling in bed and embracing each other while your two kids who looked like a perfect mix of you and Ellie were playing with their toys. Yup, you’d imagined it all.

*seen just now*

Oh god

*typing…*

“Hey pretty”

OH MY GOD

You swiped out of happiness and reread that message a thousand times it feels like. You took a screenshot of the message and smiled.

“Hey sooo um last time we met I didn’t really get to study any math sooo I was wondering😭😭” you typed. You hesitated to hit send. Maybe it would seem to desperate? You ignored it and hit send anyways.

“Oh yeah I forgot. I’m free right now if you wanna come over?” Ellie replied.

You two were basically married right? That’s what she’s asking, your hand in marriage? No way she just invited you to her house. You stared at the wall. You can see it now. How does Karina sound as a baby name?

“Like Right now?” You asked

“Mhm” she replied. You don’t know why but that small text made you imagine her humming that and it gave you butterflies.

“Okay then I’ll be over” you replied. Ellie sent you the address and you made your way over. The walk to say the least was gruesome. You wondered what Ellie’s house would be like. What are her parents like? It’s kind of obvious the girl is gay. Or maybe you wanted her so much you made yourself think everything she does is gay. Point is, you were going to see Ellie’s house. Maybe even her room. Who knew that the girl you have a fat crush on is inviting you to her house. You can see yourself laying on a beach during your honeymoon with ellie already.

You ring the doorbell to a nice comfy looking house. A big man, maybe 6ft, opens the door. He looked kind of old but not too much. Maybe in his late 40s?

“Hi um…is Ellie here?” You asked. Your voice was small. This man looked intimidating. Like he’d cut your throat like an apple. Instead the man smiled.

“Oh yeah she’s upstairs. First door on your right. My names Joel by the way, nice to meet you” the man said holding his hand for you to shake. You felt your shoulders relax when you realized he wouldn’t lead you into the woods to kill you.

“I’m y/n, nice to me you too mr…Williams?” You asked. This man didn’t look anything like Ellie at all honestly. He had black hair, which actually started to gray out. And he didn’t have freckles or his face complexion wasn’t similar to Ellie’s.

“Haha, miller. I’m Joel Miller. You can call me Joel though.” He smiled. You nodded and made your way to Ellie’s room.

You knocked on the door softly

“Come in” you heard a voice say. You slowly opened the door. When you walked in the room you noticed the edgy teen boy aesthetic that took place inside.

The walls were covered in 80s bands posters and comic book or video game posters as well. One section of the wall even had been decorated with an array of collectible comic book cards. You removed them when Ellie talked about them last time you met up. “Savage starlight”. Another thing you saw was the guitar that had a moth design on the neck and an electric guitar.

“Sorry my rooms a little messy, I meant to clean it up but I..got distracted” Ellie said which made you avert your eyes to her. You blushed at how she wore that nice loose fitting sweater and how her tan colored khakis has paint splotches. And as always you smiled at those crusty raggedy converse she seemed to never be without.

“It’s cool” You Said sitting on the edge of Ellie’s bed. You placed your backpack down and Ellie moved from the desk to sit next to you. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped for a second.

“So what about math do you need help with?” Ellie asked looking straight into your eyes. The end of her lip curves upwards a bit like she was really really trying to hold back a smile.

“Pre calc” you sighed.

“Hmm” Ellie hummed peering over your shoulder to look at your notes. Your body felt like it was buzzing and you felt like you were sweating waterfalls.

After a couple hours of studying with Ellie you started to understood the material. Truth be told you really only needed a little bit of explaining but Ellie was such a distraction that everything she said went in one ear and out the other as you only focused on her voice and face. If there were a pop quiz about Ellie you’d get a hundred plus extra credit.

“So who’s your teacher anyway?” Ellie asked laying down next to you and holding herself up by her elbows.

“Mr.Anderson” You replied “I know his daughter though, Abby, she’s nice”

“He’s an interesting dude” Ellie responds “think he should’ve been some sorta vet though” she chuckled .

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Ellie asked. You thought around in your head if you had any plans.

“Probably just gonna watch bad girls club and pretend I’m on Britain’s next great baker” you joked

“You watch that shit?” Ellie chuckled.

“What’s wrong with it?!” You laughed.

“It’s just so…weird” Ellie laughed.

“I’m not gonna listen to someone who watches cartoons” you smirked.

“Hey! That was low” Ellie smiled “Savage starlight is awsome” you giggled and stared in Ellie’s eyes. Those green orbs were like magnets to you, you couldn’t see away from them no matter how hard you tried.

“Anyways, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to my game tomorrow” Ellie asked. “Ya know if you like… if you really liked the last one” she added. “A-and you can invite Dina too if you want”. You probably would’ve gone even if Dina wasn’t going.

“I guess I could stop by. Even if it’s not as entertaining as crazy Judi throwing hands with voodoo dolls” you joked and Ellie snickered and looked down at the edge of the bed.

“Im glad you chose me over Bad Girls Club” Ellie smiled.

“Don’t get used to it, it’s a one time thing” you giggled.

You got up and started to say your goodbyes to Ellie. She offered to walk you home but you declined because you couldn’t wait any longer to tell Dina how your “not-so-date-date”went. Ellie walked you out smiled.

“Thank you helping me, I probably would’ve failed the test without you” you thank.

“No problem. Although next time you shit on Savage starlight I might start charging you” Ellie said leaning on the doorframe. Little does she know you’d pay any amount to see her.

“I guess I could start expanding my tutors then” you snarky said smiling.

“None of them will be as good as me” she said confidently.

No they will not

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Bye Ellie” you smiled looking over your shoulder and waving.

“Bye pretty” Ellie smiled and watched you leave. You stared in front of you and thanked god Ellie couldn’t see your blushing face.

As you walled you smiled at yourself. When can she finally kneel down and propose already? You didn’t know what was more cuter. The girl herself or the fact that she had a weighted 3 foot dinosaur plushie sitting on her bed. You picked up your phone to cal the one and only best friend.

“Dina, we’re on our 5th child right now” you said.

“Your so delusional”

Im so sorry this came out wayyyyy longer than expected. My first couple drafts got DELETED and some stuff happened at home but I thought this was cute❤️ the next part will actually have a tiny bit of angst and stuff but I promise I’ll give a good ending loves. Thank you soooo much for your patience and support!! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

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[libertine-past]

Alternate “Love in Vain.” Cody doesn’t call. That’s it! That’s the fic! 😂

Rogue clonked her phone back in its cradle. “Don’t you hate it when you tell someone they got the wrong number, and they argue with you? I know I have a lot of characters floatin’ around in here,” she gestured at her head, “but I’m a hundred percent sure I ain’t Linda from the Yonkers Craft Expo.”

Gambit snickered with a look of pure engrossment, shaking his head in delight. “Indeed. Linda sound pretty boring to me.”

“Oh, I bet you think you could liven her up though, honey-tongue— the way you came in all gussied up to go out on the town.”

“We don’ have to go nowhere. You don’t even have to get out of your nightgown or put down your book, ‘less you want. A date can just be you an’ me in the same room.”

God, this man’s standards couldn’t get any endearingly lower. She puffed some fallen white hair out of her face. “Welp. You ever seen Baywatch? It’s kind of a guilty pleasure, like these Harlequin stories. Hnh. What am I sayin’. Of course you have. Men sure appreciate the um.” She rolled her eyes and made curvy gestures. “Casting.”

“Eh. That show irrealiste. Petty t’ieves always blowin’ up oil rigs or something. Nobody that dumb.”

“So your big takeaway from a show fulla bathin’ beauties is the shitty portrayal of crime?” she laughed.

“Oh, I see them beauties. How do you think I do all my trainin’ for look don’t touch?”

“You can always use more of that. Alright then. You, me, and bad TV it is.”

“Ey, what happen to your bedpost?” he asked, finally noticing.

“Trainin’ for knockin’ your dang block off.”

They sat on the rec room futon in the glow of the TV, under a blanket.

“Aw hell, this is one of those filler episodes with like three beach montages,” Rogue said.

“Yeah, I hate watchin’ people just enjoyin’ themselves,” Gambit winked. “You gotta have filler in life, chere. Can’t be all life-or-death drama.”

She looked him over. “The way you dress like Don Johnson on Saturday nights, I feel like we should be watchin’ Miami Vice reruns instead.”

“You love it.” He pulled off his scarf and draped it around her shoulders.

“Didn’t say I didn’t.”

And it happened—the long, hungry look that usually made her run. She didn’t, but she wasn’t above a quick subject change. “God, they use same underwater footage over an’ over.”

“Well, folks can’t hold their breath forever.”

She knew this wasn’t a dig at her, but she retreated into overthinking. “…you’ve been tryin’ for a few years with me, Remy.”

“Chere. Don’t. That’s never what this feel like.” He pulled her hand out from under the blanket and kissed it. “A barrier doesn’t phase me none. It’s you underneath. That’s all that matters. It’s the 90’s. Everyone big on protection, non?”

“Oh yeah, I’m blendin’ right in with today’s generation. …I-I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to stay off this topic, can I?”

The silence wrapped around them as the TV continued its soapy glow on their faces. Gambit didn’t realize that she’d mostly fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“You know why I like this show?” Gambit said. “I can relate, ‘cause Rogue always come to Gambit’s rescue.”

“…..mhm. Cuz iloveyou, caj,” she mumbled.

He exhaled hard. He knew the declaration probably didn’t count, but he clung to it like a life ring.

[libby-for-life]

I read your sick Adam fic with Lucifer taking care of him and the line where Adam says to Lucifer that Lilith gags him because he talks too much and she can’t stand the “noise” made me think “what if that’s why he likes rock?!” Many people consider rock music as noisy. And yet, it maybe noisy but rock sounds pleasant to the ear. It’s a pleasant noise. Maybe because of this experience with Lilith, Adam thinks his voice is not pleasant. But when he sings rock songs, what if Adam thinks it’s the only time his voice sounds good?

I don’t know if its intentional in your writing or not but I love it so much!

I also read your Alastor x Adam fic and the not so friendly Lucifer in the fic opened things in me. I think I need more of it in adamsapple. The effect of toxic old men yaoi I tell you.

Lastly, your Adam Dies fic? *chefs kiss* AMAZING!! Our poor lamb! Lucifer, protect him at all costs! 💖💖

First of all, thank you for reading my book! I'm almost done with the next chapter. This is where the whole Slow To Update tag comes in. It just takes me a while. I need to make sure that I'm not contradicting myself, that everything flows right, and that it has teasers in it to keep the fans frothing at the mouth.

Second, oof, yeah I can imagine that Adam was the first simp. He fell in love with Lilith and he tried everything to get her to like him. Probably talked her ear off. And Lilith, tired of hearing him, decided to shut him up herself. He probably discovered rock music when he was frustrated and hurt about Lilith and then just smashed them together only for Adam to find that he liked the noise it produced. He would make all sorts of beats with it and sometimes, when Lilith was far away, he would use his voice. Adam didn't want to disturb her!

Third, I love old men yaoi! It's a guilty pleasure!

[writebackatya]

Darkwing Duck’s* Biggest Fans Haters

*As in the old tv show from the world of DuckTales (2017), not the superhero Drake Mallard assumes the identity of to fight evil

To fans like Drake Mallard and Launchpad McQuack, Darkwing Duck is the greatest piece of television history that helped shape their lives to become the ducks they are today thanks to its titular hero who never gave up despite the odds against him

To the rest of the world, Darkwing Duck was just another superhero show from the 90s that starred a problematic diva d-list actor that may or may not have died

Opinions are subjective of course, neither are 100% correct nor incorrect but I feel like when the fandom talks about Darkwing Duck it’s always about the characters that would also like the show. So why not flip the script a little? We’ll start small and work our way up to its biggest hater

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer:

“GOSALYN!?” You might be screaming at your monitor/phone to which I have to say:

“Yeah”

Again we are not talking about the Drake Mallard or his super identity here, but the tv show he and Launchpad are obsessed with. Because frankly, I bet Gosalyn loves doing all that superhero stuff with her adoptive dads. It’s a cool life to live!

Other than the fact that Drake is a huge nerd who INSISTS that Gosalyn do her “homework” and watch every episode of Darkwing Duck, read all the sacred texts (comic books), and playing the original Darkwing Duck video game on the original hardware so she won’t use the rewind or save features that modern games or ROMs have

Like all kids who have had an adult push their interests onto them, she has a little disdain for the show. But not a whole lot since she’s first on this list. I like to think she’s in the same boat as Dewey where she finds the show cheesy and doesn’t really hate it per say and sees why Drake and LP love the show. She even has a few guilty pleasure episodes

But one thing she doesn’t understand is why Drake and Launchpad insist on watching the Darkwing Duck Christmas Special every year when they’re both practicing Jews

Scrooge McDuck:

Yeah the old man can barely remember Drake, let alone the Darkguy Drake played in that movie he cancelled so I don’t really see Scrooge being a fan of the Masked Mallard. (No, not that Masked Mallard OG DuckTales fans)

If Scrooge did sit down and watch the show, he’d find it to be rather ridiculous if anything. Some vigilante running around dressed like The Spirit or The Shadow or whatever superhero kids are into these days getting slapped around and fighting back just doesn’t seem like his cup of tea

I like to think when Donald and Della were kids they watched Darkwing Duck at the mansion and Scrooge just walked by the room, looked at the TV for a few seconds, scoffed, and moved on with his life forgetting all about that nonsense his niece and nephew were watching

Louie Duck:

Honestly I always had this headcanon that Louie just isn’t a fan of superheroes. Like at all. He finds the stories all copy and paste, using all the cliches he hates from other genres and putting them in tights.

And don’t even get him started on superhero related adventures! If he sees a sky beam, Louie is running in the opposite direction of it. He’s not dealing with the many different diva supervillains out there trying to take over the world with cartoony extreme measures, he doesn’t wanna be around all that property damage

He does have a favorite superhero tho. Waddle Duck because he gave him a Pep once

Lena Sabrewing:

She thinks it’s lame.

Gandra Dee:

This is a no brainer for me. Gandra Dee made herself Darkwing Duck’s biggest hater the moment she heard the duck talk shit about Gizmoduck around Fenton who insisted she does not reveal his secret identity to Drake, because Drake is all he has left

Wanting to respect her boyfriend’s wishes, Gandra decides not to spill the beans but instead add more fuel to the fire by talking shit about Darkwing Duck

And she does not hold back

She’s not ashamed to talk shit on the show. It’s predictablity, it’s cheesiness, the plot holes, how lame it was for its own time, etc

It ain’t her childhood, she ain’t afraid to fight dirty either. She will bring up problematic episodes that depicted races in a not so good and stereotypical light (“It was the nineties! They were different times!” -Drake probably) such as the fact that in one episode Darkwing Duck called a group of Native Americans “primitive savages” or that a non-Asian actor played an Asian character in a sterotypcial manner and that how one of the characters names was “Duck Ling”(Okay but for real, all that shit did happen in the OG show.)

This of course frustrates Drake who is extra suspicious of Gandra ever since he saw her with Gizmoduck and writes her off as a blind fan girl who doesn’t know what she’s talking about

She’s pretty chill about not being into the show with Launchpad tho. He respects her opinions because he’s Launchpad and at the end of the day Gandra is still his friend

[artistsfuneral]

Ugh i always get ADS about Reading apps and it's always some terrible a/b/o or werewolf thing. I Like those tropes but what can be read in that ad reads like it's written by a 12 year old. Also i don't get a/b/o with hetero ships when it's still the woman who is the Omega. What's even the point? If they want some soulbonds just use the trope soulmates...

But it also makes me want to read more good a/b/o witcher stories 😅 that's why i came to rant to you, because you wanted to hear a/b/o related stuff:

One Story that often pops Up ist a story about an Omega (a woman 🙄) who has been rejected by 6 Previews Alphas and doesn't want another rejection from a soulbond but gets summoned by the Alpha King and get's there with the mindset that she will get rejected again.

I don't want that Reading app and the way it's written makes my skin scrawl, but one par of me dies to know why she was rejected before 😅 also i think there actually could be an intetesting Story with that Prämisse 🤔

Thinking about it i could imagine Geralt being the omega in this scenario hmmmmm ... Well

Thoughts?

Oh gods those ads!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂 They are soooo terrible (I would have totally fallen for those age 12-14)

I think a/b/o with hetero ships can be nice too, but usually it's just used for porn then - go into heat, be animalistic, special better-than-human instincts, and there's the whole mate thing. the idea that there's someone out there who's the one for you and (most of the time) is someone that can and will protect and care for you. also huge dicks and knotting 😂😂😂

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Yes, with a/b/o you always have to distinguish between porn and world building. Both is good, of course. But for me it really depends on the mood and there's never enough a/b/o world building heavy fics out there :(

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So. those werewolf / a/b/o ads are essentially based on 'guilty pleasure' reads. (at the moment there's a huuuuuuge rise in the publishing of smutty books, I'm sure everyone has noticed, and this factor plays a lot into these ads, they know what (mostly women) people's guilty pleasure = smutty books are) for one thing it's the sex. obviously. well written sex is cool. the second thing is the "being cared for/being protected by a big strong man" part. Moooooost of these books (and I can say bc my friend and I like to read realllllly bad Highlander books with titles like "eine unbeugsame Braut" and make fun of them - -100000/10 btw that book is so unglaublich schrecklich, dass wir zwischendurch Pause machen mussten) have rather..... traditional views of women and I have yet to find one with a healthy relationship portrayed in them, BUTTT who doesn't want to be taken care for? by someone who would actually, literally, kill for you? the whole "you are mine and no man shall ever lay hands on you again" is honestly kinda hot (in fiction, my gods) because in the end it is romance. bad romance, but definitely portrayed as a living-happily-ever-after, you-can-fix-me, you-are-my-one-true-love kind of romance which most irl people hope for (let's be honest, would a sexy, rich couple approach me and ask me to join their polycule, providing for every single one of my needs while also falling in love with me....... Yeah.) And if at this point you're thinking to yourself, "yeah, like that's ever going to happen, true love doesn't exist" I'm telling you, "of course it does, because they're werewolves!" - "my god they were werewolves?!" meaning: the fantasy aspect makes it more believable, ironically enough. also. werewolf sex. or a/b/o alpha sex, with a huge, muscular dude growling at you. 👀 yeah.

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And. The most important thing about these stories - which makes them soooooooo much worse - is that every. single. time. the female protagonist/omega/submissive was regularly abused before meeting their new partner. because she is beautiful even though she is broken. and even though she can not see it herself, her new alpha husband mate CEO takes one look at her and knows that she is not only the most beautiful person he has ever met, but also has a pure and loving heart. (probably big boobs too) and her past abuse makes her shy and submissive and gives him a reason to be an aggressive, masculine protector dudw who rips her abusers into shreds. (remember that book I mentioned? male love interest, literally murders the female protagonists abusive brothers (in the stupidest way possible) and it's mentioned for like two pages afterwards and then never again, but at least he had his moment and showed the reader that he cared)

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To read bad romace books, you have to be able to pull your brain out of your head and set it aside for a couple of hours.

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I thiiiiink I've seen the exact ad you are talking about (for that greenish app?) and at some point there was another one with the girl being scared of walking into the kitchen bc her abusive Dad never let her (which....????) and I actually gave in and downloaded the app because I wanted to know just how stupid it could get and..... Yeah. Not worth it. If AI had a 13 year old child that wrote werewolf porn....... Yes. Some of my very first creations still exist on testedich.de and Jesus Christ I'd rather cringe through those than download the app once more.

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Thaaaat being said. Geraskier. Yesssss please. Geralt being an omega that has been rejected multiple times before and therefore just given up on love completely is such a delightfully angsty prompt 👀 make a 6 +1 out of it..... But also! World building!!!!

Is there just a limited number of people that are compatible with you? With your scent? Your soul? Your life's destiny?

Was it courting gifts? Did they know Geralt was trying to court them? Do witchers court differently than humans? Did he gift them handmade crafts when they actually expected jewelry? Do omegas hve one specific set of gifts that will only match the right person??

Was it just a wild mix of people and unfortunate circumstances? Did a freshly presented Geralt try to proposition to his favorite grown up witcher he had a teacher crush on? Did Eskel accidentally reject him by being straight for once? Was Pavetta not allowed to mate with him due to political bullshit??

Does Geralt think he's the problem? Does he turn bitter, saying stuff like "witchers don't have mates" when he meets Jaskier? Does he lie about his secondary gender? Are they slowly warming up to each other or does it take one big realization?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmh 👀👀👀👀🤭

[songmingisthighs]

My Mommy

February Filth Fest - 8; mommy kink

group : ateez

pairing : jongho × reader

genre : smut, sub!jongho, dad!ateez

word count : 2.8 k

warning : mdni, smut (not piv), handjob, breastfeeding kink, boobs obsessed jongho, mommy!reader, sub!jongho, mentions of pregnancy-related crack-a-doodle-doo, jongho has oral fixation ?, slight impregnation kink at the end ??

a/n : finally the last part to fff !!! eeek i'm so happy that i'm actually able to deliver my promise and post for all 8 members PLUS an extra. initially i wanted to do four extras but as you know, i managed to post one extra while the other three are still on my notes. tho I'd maybe post them later as a personal project >:)

"Gaho is finally asleep,"

Jongho lifted his head from his book and watched you enter your shared room from his side of the bed. You walked in groaning after struggling to put your 7-month-old baby girl to sleep for the night as he had just learnt the joys of sight and hearing so she became rather fussy. "Are you okay?" Genuine worry dripped from Jongho's voice when he saw you place the baby monitor on your nightstand as you sat down on your side of the bed. You turned to look at him and shot him a grateful smile, mouthing a 'thank you' as you were unable to use your voice.

"You know," the bed behind you dipped as Jongho placed his hands on your shoulders to gently massaged the sore muscles, "I wouldn't mind helping feed her when I'm around. Heck, I'll even clean her poopy diaper and give her a bath," he offered as he pressed his lips to the side of your head lovingly. You let out a hum of appreciation, smiling at how nice it felt to be massaged by him. He always bragged about how strong he is and while he used that as an advantage against his band members, he used it to spoil you with his love. "Yeah, but you work all the time and during weird hours for recording and stuff so I'd rather you rest whenever you can," it was true, you saw how your husband works so hard to provide for your family and honestly seeing him rest well and do some things just for himself was comfort enough for you.

You accidentally let out a moan followed by your head rolling and falling back in pleasure when Jongho relieved the pressure on a sore spot. Jongho's fingers froze for a second when he heard you moan, the sound sent a thrill straight to his gut and suddenly his mind started replaying some memories of you fucking yourself on his cock. It wasn't like he planned on thinking about it, nothing specific was turning him on (other than your moans), but you were right there under his touch. His eyes glazed while his fingers moved on their own accords, massaging your sore muscles to elicit more sounds from you that just made him inhale shakily. His mind was fuzzy with images of you naked on top of him or taking him in your mouth or even you stepping on his cock as he humped on your heels to get off. God, how he missed the days he could just be depraved and not feel guilty because there wasn't a baby in the next room. Then his thoughts shifted to the image of you during your pregnancy. It was around your third month and as you said, it was the sweet spot where your body informed the twins in the apartment but not the troll in the basement. While you loved how perky they were, Jongho loved how he was able to play with them all he wants. It wasn't like he wasn't attracted to your boobs before the pregnancy it was just that now there were more of it and you were lactating. Just the thought of him suckling your breasts and drinking your milk while you writhe under or on top of him, grinding to his hard cock due to oversensitivity got Jongho's cock to spring up to its full size.

Jongho only snapped back into reality when you pulled away from his touch and stood up, saying something along the lines of having to change out of your spittle-covered shirt that barely registered into Jongho's boob-induced brain detachment. Thought what came next wasn't much better for him as you whipped your shirt off and revealed your bare boob, hanging heavy on your chest with your nipples pebbled. Jongho's jaw immediately went slack and his tongue darted out as a reflex when he saw the shine on the peaks from you breastfeeding your daughter, immediately wanting a taste. Despite what your parents said and your baby's paediatrician's suggestion, you didn't want to stop breastfeeding until she was at least one year old as you heard the many benefits that formula just couldn't give. Plus, it was like strapping a treadmill to your chest, where else can you dump 500 calories daily? It was a win-win-win solution for everyone in your family. The baby gets her food, nutrient, immune boost, and neurological benefit among other things, you get to not worry about wanting cheeseburgers at 12 am, and Jongho gets some action whenever he wants.

As you dump your dirty shirt to the floor and turned to ask Jongho if he saw your favourite sleeping shirt, you noticed how his eyes zeroed in on your chest, completely transfixed. "Jongho?" You called out with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Are you okay?" Of course, he didn't answer verbally, he simply nodded slowly before tilting his head to the side slightly as if to follow with the movements of your breasts.

Knowing him, you knew what he was thinking and it wasn't that hard to guess since his dick was begging to be released from his sweatpants. "Aww, are you staring at my boobies, baby?" you chuckled, walking back to him with your boobs hanging free, intentionally swaying to make them jiggle slightly. Jongho's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as his throat swallowed the imaginary lump that formed. Your confidence skyrocketed just from Jongho staring at you, he made you feel like you were the only woman he'd ever need and want, like you're the most beautiful and precious person in the world.

Reaching the bed, your kneed dipped first as you tower over Jongho, hands cupping his face gently as you gazed at him lovingly but your fingers were rather firm with your thumb pressing onto his bottom lip. "Does baby want his play time before bed?" You asked, tone lower than your previous, the same one you used on Jongho when you mean business. Immediately, Jongho took notice of your tone and he nodded frantically, "Yes, mommy."

In a flash, you found yourself on your shared bed, your back against the headrest with pillows providing a comfortable surface while Jongho was on top of you. A soft exhale escaped your lips as Jongho's lips work fervently to plant marks all over your skin from the side of your neck down to your chest. "You're hungry, aren't you, baby?" You teased with a giggle, knowing that despite his neediness, he still had his pride and the whine that he let out simply boosted your ego. Despite his protests, his lips never ceased their work, clustering to your cleavage and only venturing out slightly to butterfly his pattern. Gently, you cupped his face with your hand and lifted his face to look at you, "Tell me what you want, baby," and Jongho grabbed onto your thighs harshly from trying to contain his excitement, wanting to be good for you. "I want your milk," you were about to scold him for not calling you by your title when he suddenly leaned back and took your left nipple between his teeth, tugging them hard enough to cause you pleasure while still ensuring you wouldn't feel hurt, "I want my mommy's milk," he said, tongue laying flat on the nipple he just teased.

With his words, you leaned back slightly lower to make sure you were in a more comfortable position as Jongho took this as a sign for him to switch positions as well. He laid on the left side of your body, his legs slightly spread as his hands groped your tits gently. You hummed in approval, loving how he was being considerate of your pleasure even when you wanted to give him his. Gasps even left your lips when Jongho squeezed just hard enough that trickles of breast milk fell out of your nipples, effectively causing Jongho's cock to thrash in its confinement as his tip began creating a wet spot that was mere seconds away from being visible through his sweatpants. But he remained patient as best as he could, reminding himself to not do anything that could result in you punishing him. It was established between you two that he was not supposed to do anything until he got your permission and you were proud that he was able to be so obedient even when he was being so needy. The dark orbs of his eyes were twinkling with anticipation, looking up at you so patiently whilst his fingers massaged your tender flesh. He wasn't the only one who wanted him to suck on your boobs, you've always found a certain attraction towards seeing his pretty lips on you and the fact that he could just be so adorable and submissive in the bedroom for you and ONLY for you.

"Go ahead baby, enjoy your meal," you commanded.

Jongho wasted no time before he latched his mouth to your left boob and began sucking greedily. You winced at the first impact, surprised at how harsh he was being with you but that was just proof of how much he wanted you. It was endearing. Painful, but endearing.

"Fuck, Jongho, slow down," you winced, cringing when he bit onto your nipple a little bit too hard. "Sorry," He mumbled against your flesh, momentarily pausing from his sucking to place kisses as if to compensate for his rough treatment. But of course, he soon went back to drinking your breastmilk. Jongho truly enjoyed the taste of you as the liquid gushed from your nipples, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. He wasn't sure if it was the taste of you per se or it was the fact that it was just something your body created and he was enjoying YOU.

It wasn't hard to see that Jongho was having his own fun. You noticed his hard cock straining against the soft material of his sweatpants but he didn't seem like he cared about it much. Jongho froze when he felt you taking his cock out of his sweatpants, the cold air hitting his warm skin made him shudder and clench his jaws slightly. You pecked his forehead gently to calm his nerves down, "Don't worry baby, mommy will take care of you," you reassured, making him relax slightly.

The moment you started pumping Jongho, he couldn't help but let his eyes flutter close, enjoying the new attention you were giving his cock. Slowly, his mind was flowing with pleasure, mouth almost automatically continued its movement on your boob as the hand that was working on your other boob moved on its own accord. The feeling was amazing, having Jongho powerfully milking your tits with his mouth and his hand. Of course, the stimulations were different but in a good way, you were able to enjoy the different textures that gave different types of pleasure. He made you feel good that you started working on him harder. You knew he liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, opting for you to be as rough as you want with him as he tried to take it all. Jongho exhaled sharply when your fingers trailed down to his balls and cupped them firmly, squeezing slightly to the point that his tip spurted a tiny bit of precum. "You like that, baby? You like mommy playing with your big dumb cock?" Pathetically, Jongho nodded his head quickly, causing his teeth to scrape on your boob, "How can you neglect your cock like this? Look at it, it's hard and red and it's already leaking without me having to do much," the condescending laugh you let out made Jongho curl into your body for comfort, slightly ashamed but revelling at how you put him down so easily, "Oh, what would you do without me? Your balls would have been permanently blue had it not been for me teaching you what to do." Jongho moaned when you resume pumping him, tugging on his thick cock that could barely fit in your hand as his mouth drooled all over your tits and dripped to your stomach.

Without a verbal answer from him, you felt yourself getting slightly ticked. Much to Jongho's disappointment, you used the hand that grabbed onto his cock to pull his head back by his hair. "Mm- Ahh!" He whined, lips trying to find your tit to suck again. "Bad baby," a slap was delivered to his face, not a harsh one but hard enough that it made his eyes glaze slightly, "What do you say to mommy for teaching you how to use your dumb cock?" you growled. His response came first with his hand reaching for your hand that was holding onto his hair to place it back on his throbbing cock. Grinding up against your pal, you felt him twitch slightly, part of the tip slightly wet from his precum smearing. "Thank you mommy for teaching me how to use my dumb cock and giving you a baby, making you a real mommy," he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he was teasing you. You had teased him multiple times in the past about how his mommy kink will eventually turn you into a real mommy so when you found out you were pregnant, Jongho was beyond ecstatic. Not only because now you both have a tiny human that was a combination of the both of you but also because he had finally gotten something to tease you with.

"Fuck," you groaned, resuming pumping him with one hand as the other grabbed his head and forced him back to suckle on you. Happily, Jongho complied, sucking more and more of your milk as you jacked him off. It was heaven for him to be able to enjoy you like that. His free hand that was groping your free tit started to grope harder, taking your pebbled nipple between his fingers to tweak and rub at them. At that point, you were sure that you were soaking through your panties and sleep shorts but of course, you couldn't care less when your husband was so close to cumming all over your hand. Jongho was a whimpering mess at this point, his grip on you tight as if he was trying to control his reflexes. His mouth was no longer sucking on your tit but it was still latched on, his tongue swiping your skin in an attempt to calm himself. The more you pumped his cock and the quicker your movements, the more he became erratic. His hips were moving on their own accords despite Jongho trying to keep still. "I- I'm close," he mumbled into your flesh, face hiding away from you in the embarrassment of his confession. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorably shy he was. Even after making love and fuking each other multiple times over the years, he still couldn't shake how self-conscious he was. Which you have ensured that you loved and adored that side of him.

"Come on, be a good boy and cum for mommy,"

Jongho's eyes screwed shut as he moaned into your flesh in his mouth, cumming with spurts of his semen splattering all over your skin and his; thighs, abdomen, and some even got onto your chest from the way his tip was positioned. You didn't stop jerking him as he rode his high, mimicking his mouth that returned to sucking your very tender boob but a lot gentler. This time, you started moaning from the stimulation and your hand slowed down its movement on Jongho's cock to the point that it was just stroking him gently with the lightest feather touch and even then, his dick was still responding with twitches. Though he had just came, his dick was still hard and maybe you had yourself to blame for still touching him and moaning but you were only a human and you didn't hear Jongho complaining.

It wasn't until Jongho unlatched his mouth from you and sat up a bit that he noticed the wet patch on your sleep shorts. Suddenly he moved on top of you, trapping you under him as he started peppering kisses all over your face. Then he trailed down your body; from your neck to your cleavage, then stopping momentarily at the band of your sleeping shorts. "How about I thank mommy for helping me cum?" he asked after placing a soft kiss on your lower belly as his hands slowly pulled your sleep shorts and panties completely off of you. You let out a hum when Jongho started placing soft kisses on your pussy, teasing you by intentionally letting his lips linger near your clit and on the sides of your folds but not on the centre yet. "How about another baby?" suddenly Jongho delivered a harsh and quick lick by shoving his tongue between your folds and up, flicking your clit in the process. A yelp escaped you when Jongho used his hands to part your legs and folded them slightly to open yourself to him. Your glistening core was glaring at him and he couldn't help but lick his lips, hungry for a different taste of you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna make you a mommy again."

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[gamerbearmira]

🌻 Omg, Polar Express AU without Cocooned looks so cute! The Cocooned looked cute to begin with, but I'm a sucker for AUs where Mira has a reason to not have a gift or even just gets to have a gift, lol. You said you have a snippet already planned or made for it, so does this mean you have ideas set out for it? Basically, I have QUESTIONS.

How long does it take Augustín to realize that his Christmas Magic is what kept her from getting a Mardigal Gift? And does he ever reveal to Julietta any part of this, such as what he does every Christmas Eve or even just why her daughter doesn't have a gift when he figures it out? I have a thought that he would tell Juli only after she starts freaking out about why Mira has no gift (though in the privacy of their room, because she looks the type to only freak in her bedroom where she can stop being "the strong one").

RIGHT??? I LOVE AUS LIKE THAT TOO. Guilty pleasure tbh. I guess it just gives me the closure the movie never did (except in the one kids book where she DID have a door but shhhhh

ANYWAY YEAH I DO HAVE IDEAS❗❗ I think Julieta was the only one who knew. Agustín might have implied it to everyone else, but since he never explicitly stated it, they just. Assumed he really liked trains and Christmas 😭😭 He told Julieta because she didn't want her waking up on Christmas Eve and wondering where he went 🥸

He does sort of assume she might have it. But it's only ever confirmed when Agustín gives her a silver bell and she hears that stuff. Sure the other kids might hear it, but Miranda heard it the first time. So, he sort does some other things and makes the deduction that yes, she inherited Rojas Christmas Magic and not Madrigal Gift Magic❓❗

An idea I had was Mirabel did get a room, but she also had a train she could summon (FAR smaller than the Polar Express; think of those trains they have at zoos or amusement parks). Basically she went around as a "conductor in training" and basically gave people rides to where they needed to go. Or just for fun. The trains makes its own tracks, cause magic, duh, but she can go just about anywhere with it.

Anyway, because I never expanded on this au. I never really had many ideas. But as you all know, I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE YOURS 🗣🗣🗣

A stupid. Joke I had in my mind was Mirabel would always ring the bell. And Alma would be like "what is that ringing???" Implying that she believed in Santa and Christmas lol

[allthingsfangirl101]

Unlike the Others–Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

When the bell above the door rang, my heart jumped into my throat. I looked up and saw her walking in.

"Morning, Steve," she greeted with the smile that always made my stomach flip.

"Morning," I stuttered. "Can I help you find something?"

"I need an action movie," she sighed as she walked over and leaned on the counter.

"Oh yeah?" I laughed. "Tired of rom-coms?"

"Little bit," she shrugged. "I need to mix up my weekly movie night."

"What type of movies does your boyfriend like?" I asked, trying to be sneaky.

"No boyfriend," she laughed. "Just me. I babysit for this family every Friday night. The kids fall asleep at like 7 so then I'm stuck until 9:30, sometimes 10, with nothing to do. I've already read every book I own. And every book they own. Now, my goal is to watch every movie you guys own."

"Well, you're almost there," I chuckled. "The action movies are over there. If you have any questions, I probably won't be able to answer them."

"I'll keep that in mind," she winked as she reached over and grabbed my arm, giving it a squeeze.

As she walked through the aisles, I kept glancing at her. It felt like I could barely keep my eyes off her. I jumped when a box was practically thrown on the counter. I looked over to see Robin joining me behind the computer.

"I've never seen you hesitate to flirt with a girl," Robin teased. She saw the look on my face and her eyes softened. Only a little, but hey, for Robin a little is progress.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered, fixing my ugly green vest.

"Come on," Robin scoffed. "You've been obsessed with Y/N from afar since she and her family moved here. Two years ago!"

"I have not," I scoffed. I saw the look on her face and sighed as I leaned against the counter. "Fine. Maybe I've. . . noticed her. . . A little."

"Duh," Robin laughed. "So, why won't you ask her out?"

"Because," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, "what if I ask her out and she thinks I'm some stalker?"

"You kinda are," Robin laughed. She patted me on the shoulder as she walked away. She stopped on the other side of the counter and sighed.

"She might think you're some stalker," she corrected. "Or she could be flattered and be dying to go out with you. I mean, think about it, Steve. She comes in here. Every week. And it's not because our movies are any good. You and I both know, they're crap. So why else would Y/N come in here?"

"The candy?" I tried to tease. Robin rolled her eyes before heading to the kid section to restock the latest returns.

I leaned my elbows on the counter and put my face in my hands. I slowly pulled my hands away from my face as I thought about the first time I met Y/N. It was my senior year. It felt like a lifetime ago.

She was new but she didn't really talk to anyone. She kept to herself the entire school year. Over the summer, she came by the ice cream shop a couple of times. As far as I knew, she was oblivious to what was really going on in Hawkins.

I preferred it that way.

"Are you okay?"

I looked up to see Y/N studying me with soft eyes.

"Yeah," I chuckled, trying to act as normal as I could. "Did you find anything good?"

"We'll see," she shrugged with a small smile. I couldn't ignore the feeling in my stomach as I checked out her movie.

"Do you want a bag?" I offered.

"No, thanks," Y/N chuckled. "You could talk me into some candy though."

"Sure thing," he chuckled. "What would you like?"

"Some of those," she said, pointing at the shelf of candy, "and that one."

"As you wish."

I tried to ignore the blush as she chuckled. She reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I love that movie," she mumbled.

"It's a classic," I said as I finished ringing her up.

"You like The Princess Bride?"

"As a matter of fact," I smirked, "it's my guilty pleasure movie."

"I figured you would be more of a Star Wars or Road House or Fast Times kinda guy. Not The Princess Bride kind," Y/N shrugged.

"First of all," I teased, "I like all of those movies you just listed. Second of all, don't judge a book by its' cover. And third of all, The Princess Bride isn't just a love story between Buttercup and Wesley. It's an awesome story about Inigo Montoya and Fessik. And Prince Humperdink. So don't hate."

"Sorry," Y/N chuckled, putting her hands up in defense. "I didn't mean to offend you. You just surprised me, is all."

"I'm full of surprises, my dear Y/N." I tried to come off sounding flirty but it almost came out threatening.

"So I see," she teased as she handed me some cash. She sent a wink as she added, "Keep the change."

As she left, I walked out from behind the counter. I followed her to the door and watched as she got in her car. She put the keys in the ignition and started it up. She smiled and rolled down her windows when she saw me watching her. She lifted her hand and waved as she slowly started to pull out of her parking spot.

"See you later...alligator." I cringed at how dorky that sounded. I slowly closed the door, leaning my head against it.

"Wow."

I turned around to see Robin leaning against the counter with a smirk on her face.

"And I thought you sucked at hitting on girls because of the sailor uniform," she smirked. "Turns out, you suck wearing a green vest too."

I scoffed and rolled my shoulders as I walked over to a new shipment of movies we got last night. I carried it to the computer and started logging them in.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Would it matter if I said no?" I chuckled. I looked over my shoulder, my stomach turning sour when I saw the look on Robin's face.

"Whenever Y/N comes in here, you start acting weird. Like weirder than normal. What's up with that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, trying to act cool.

"I mean," she scoffed, "I've seen you flirt and get shot down with hundreds of girls. But never have I seen you struggle to speak like a normal human so much." Robin paused as she thought about it. "Oh," she said under her breath. "I get it."

"What?"

"I guess it makes sense."

"What makes sense?"

"You and Y/N."

"Robin," I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"You've flirted with almost every girl that walked into Scoops Ahoy. And now that we work here, you do the same. The only person you don't flirt annoyingly with is Y/N. When she walks into the store, you turn into a stuttering idiot as if she was the first girl you've ever talked to. Fess up, Harrington. What's so different about Y/N?"

"She's real," I blurted out. I tried to shrug off the emotions I just felt but Robin knew what I was doing and punched my shoulder.

"Don't do that," she sighed. "Don't push your feelings aside, Steve. What did you mean when you said she was real?"

"Everyone in high school always treated me special," I sighed. I jumped on the counter and folded my arms over my chest. "Steve "the hair" Harrinton, the king of Hawkins High. I'm not trying to blame everyone else for how I acted. I was an asshole. I know that and I have done everything to fix it. To take it back. But Y/N. . . She didn't know that me. She only knows this me. The way she treats me is because of the guy I've been working so hard to become."

"You don't want her to see the old you," Robin said slowly.

"I guess I'm just being careful," I shrugged. "Or maybe paranoid."

"Steve, you shouldn't be ashamed of the old you."

"Really?" I scoffed. "Did you forget, Robin? I was a complete asshole. I was selfish and rude. I was horrible to other people. To Johnathan. . ."

"But you're not that guy anymore," she cut me off. "You said so yourself; she treats you based on the guy you are now, not the guy you were. As much as you hate the old you, he is what made you who you are today. Sure, he was a major asshole. But because of him, you have worked extremely hard to become better. It would be easier to forget about him, but you don't want to forget a part of yourself. Good or bad."

She hesitated to continue but shook her head when she decided just to say it.

"Besides, Y/N doesn't care who you used to be. She cares about who you are now. So show her. Or all that work would've been for nothing."

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A week later, I impatiently waited for Y/N to stop by. Her video wasn't due until tomorrow but she babysat for that family every Friday. I couldn't help but nervously drum my fingers on the counter. Every time the door opened and the bell above it rang, my heart jumped into my throat.

After my conversation with Robin last week, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Y/N. I went through the possible conversations I would have with her over and over again. I came up with at least ten new possible outcomes in my head every day.

Not once did I imagine freezing up. Which I immediately did.

I froze when Y/N finally walked in. We made eye contact and she instantly smiled. I tried to smile back but for some reason, it felt awkward.

"So, what did you think of the movie?" I forced out.

"It was okay," she shrugged as she handed it to me. "A little too. . . Much. I don't mind fighting and blood doesn't bother me. But this movie was just fight scene after fight scene after fight scene. And each fight scene was longer than the last."

I couldn't think of a response so I scanned the movie back into our system. Y/N watched me, not moving to find another movie. When I was finished logging it in, she was still there. I was about to ask if she wanted to rent another movie, but she cut me off.

"What's been going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "The past couple times I've come in here. . . I feel like there's something going on."

"Damn it," I mumbled. Y/N's eyes dropped and she wrapped her arms around herself defensively.

"No," I said quickly. "I just. . . I was hoping you wouldn't notice me acting weird. It wasn't something you did."

"But it is something," Y/N pushed.

I looked over Y/N's shoulder to see Robin watching us. She smiled at me and gave me an encouraging nod. She then snuck into the employee lounge, trying to give us some space.

"The thing that's been going on is me."

"That doesn't make any sense, Steve."

"You didn't know me in high school," I started to explain. "And I'm kind of glad you didn't. I wasn't a good person, Y/N. There's really no way to phrase it other than I was a bully. I was popular, but I walked all over people. I was a terrible person, Y/N."

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked, her voice soft.

"Because I want you to know I've changed."

"But," she stuttered, "I know you're a good person. Why bother telling me you used not to be?"

"I didn't want any secrets between us," I said, my voice dropping.

"I still don't understand," Y/N said slowly. "Why are you telling me that you used to be an asshole?"

"Because I don't want it coming from anyone else," I said, figuring it out for myself. "The people I went to high school. . . Let's just say that they never left high school. They are still the way they were back then. "

"We all change," she shrugged. "I'm not the same girl I was back in high school either. It's called growing up. It's nothing to be embarrassed. . ."

"I like you, Y/N." I cringed when it came out rushed. I held my breath, not sure what else to say. There was more I had rehearsed and wanted to say to her, but it didn't come out. She looked into my eyes, studying me. She was probably trying to figure out if I was lying. My stomach flipped when she smiled.

"Action, comedy, or romance?"

"What?" I stuttered.

"What type of movie would you rather watch for our date tomorrow tonight?"

I slowly smiled, the confidence I usually had and couldn't seem to find the last couple of weeks finally rebuilding.

"Definitely comedy."

"My kinda guy," she teased. "You mind showing me?"

I hopped over the counter, making Y/N laugh. She followed me to the comedy section.

"Here you go, ma'am," I said, turning toward her. "The best comedy movies that Family Video has to offer. May I recommend. . ."

Y/N cut me off by grabbing my green vest and pulling me close. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. I instantly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Our lips moved in sync as we got into the kiss. We broke apart laughing as we fell against the shelf.

"So," Y/N said, still slightly out of breath from the kiss, "any suggestions about what movie we should watch tomorrow?"

"Why?" I teased. "It's not like we're going to actually watch it."

"Still," she shrugged. "We need background noise."

"Kinky," I smirked.

"What's kinky about making out during a movie?" Y/N asked innocently.

"Nothing," I chuckled, tightening my arms around her waist. I leaned down and kissed her. Y/N let out a soft moan, one I couldn't wait to hear again and again. She broke the kiss and looked up at me.

"So, movie tomorrow night? I would invite you tonight but. . ."

"You're babysitting," I shrugged. "I understand."

She blushed as she played with my best, fixing it. She looked up at me, nervously biting her bottom lip.

"Any suggestions?"

I smirked as I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a small whimper when I broke the kiss.

"Pick out a good one," I whispered, "and we'll see how much we actually watch."

[raunchyr0nnie]

Guilty Gal bedroom headcanons

Compiled my sex headcanons for the Guilty Gear ladies for fun, obviously this isn't all of them, it's the ones for Strive as well as the other ones I like the most

And like these aren't super in-depth or set in stone, they're just how I imagine em and what I think they like!

Ramlethal

-Service top

-Typically focuses on making sure her partner is taken care of

-Sex and intimacy are still something new to her so she enjoys receiving directions

-Not very picky when it comes to positions

-Really likes praise, but on the occasions where she bottoms she likes the sensory experience of temperature play

Elphelt

-Bottom

-Pillow Princess!!! Her darling should be so head over heels for her that they're willing to spoil her!

-That said, it's not like she won't put in the work when she needs to. A relationship is a partnership of equals, after all!

-Any position where she gets to look into her lover's eyes is a winner in her book

-LOOOOVES a good roleplay, she's got so many scenarios ready to go!

Dizzy

-Service Top

-Very unselfish lover, she will make sure her partner enjoys themself as much as she does

-Constant words of affirmation, telling her partner how pretty they are and how good they are

-Similar to Elphelt, loves any position where she gets to look her partner in the eyes

-Obviously good at praise and body worship, can also use her tail to great effect

May

-Top

-A lot of energy, can go for a while before she suddenly crashes

-Likes making her partner feel good!

-Handy with a strap but she can ride like the wind

-Enjoys sex in unconventional places, although not necessarily public

Giovanna

-Switch

-Very casual approach to sex, won't make a big deal or show out of asking her partner about it

-Likes being dominated but is willing to show a less experienced partner how it's done

-Lover her partner being on top of her but also likes oral a lot

-Semi-public sex is fun for her, she likes the risk

Millia

-Bottom

-Yeah I know she seems like a top at first glance but to me I think she's the type where at the end of the day she wants to be able to surrender control to someone who will make her feel good and take care of her

-That said she'll take charge and direct her partner if she needs to (her powers come in real handy here)! She can be a bit picky

-Loves being tied up, knowing that she can easily break out of it if she needs to

I-No

-Switch (girl's done it all)

-Sex, on top of being fun, is a distraction from The Horrors so her partner had better be ready to go at a moment's notice

-Definitely a selfish lover, she's more focused on her own pleasure, but with her prowess her partner typically ends up satisfied

-Anything's good by her but she'll typically go for positions where she has some control, like cowgirl

-She'll do pretty much anything but definitely has a sadistic/masochistic streak

Baiken

-Typically tops but a little more willing to bottom than you might think

-For her sex is more a physical need to fulfill so don't expect a lot in the way of romance or foreplay

-That said she's not selfish, she'll make sure her partner gets off too

-Likes it rough, so she'll gladly be on either end of doggy style

-She can dish out insults and take em too, so someone's gonna be bratty in this equation

Jack-O

-Switch

-Now that she's her own person, she's figuring out her likes and dislikes

-Her more energetic and silly personality has her more like a pillow princess, while her more reserved and insightful persona has her more willing to put in work

-Very flexible so she's a fan of having her legs over her partner's shoulders, being put in a press, etc.

-Likes experimenting but definitely very partial to using food in the bedroom (sweets of course!)

Bridget

-Bottom

-Struggles with dysphoria so if she's comfortable enough with her partner to be naked around them, that really means something

-You have to call her "good girl." You Have To

-She likes giving and receiving oral the most, but hey, she's got a nice butt too! Won't say no to getting fucked from behind

-She enjoys some light bondage, in a more established relationship she could maybe get into petplay

[oddlittlestories]

42 + 44 for House, 27 + 37 for Wilson!!

- Housethemd (can’t ask from a sideblog, how annoying)

@housethemd

Ooh making me work for it with Wilson

House

3 comfort items:

The softball canon answer is (1) his ball of unknown origin (2) his motorcycle and (3) his instruments. (Add to that his t-shirt collection, his favorite fruit apron, and his assortment of desk items collected randomly over time. House is a secret collector. He loves his things.)

But I think I can push it further with 3 fun headcanons / fan ideas.

1. Favorite book—maybe Moby Dick (for obsession and a flight of fancy, characters who are even more intense than he is as a way of release) or Twelfth Night (yearning and gender fuckery plus you know he was that kid who devoured Shakespeare in middle school just to prove he could). For a genuinely “really, Bee,” option—the collected works of Sherlock Holmes. There are lots of Sherlock adaptations House wouldn’t relate to but the original works are not one. Anyways whatever it is it would be some old fancy volume with paper thin pages and a leather binding. Smells great. Feels great. Looks great on the shelf. He’s read it so many times he can quote from it so he doesn’t pull it out much anymore.

2. Weighted blanket. This man would love and needs a weighted blanket, but maybe he has one already. He would use it an unreasonable amount. Imagine the Ducklings rolling up to ask him a question and he’s in Thinking Mode but with a weighted blanket.

3. French press. He likes the way it makes coffee, it’s copper and he likes the way it looks. He likes the ritual of it. Yeah. French press.

Also he should have a tiny comfy (as much as possible) folding chair in his kitchen. Just saying.

His happiest memory:

I think this strongly depends on what time in his life we’re talking about, so I’m gonna play with that a bit.

Pre-infarction: the paintball game with Stacy. Can you imagine the sexually-tense snarking? The glowing feeling of meeting someone who implicitly understands you - or at least can match your blunt deviousness? A fun way to meet someone so much like you.

Post-infarction to s3: I like to think that somewhere in there was a fun & tender moment with Wilson that something reminds him of and makes him smile on occasion.

s4-5: his whole relationship with Kutner tbqh. Kutner blowing up patients. Kutner switching to no. 9. Screwing with Kutner in the cat episode.

s6: when Wilson buys the organ.

Thereafter I think his happiest memory is doing the spud gun thing with Thirteen and when she tells him that promising to kill her was the best way she’d ever been loved.

Wilson

Guilty pleasure:

I’m just gonna redefine this as “embarrassing pleasure” for my own sake.

Canon: Telenovelas. Look at his defensiveness. Look at the plea in his voice when he begs for the season finale. This man is not learning Spanish. He knows Spanish. And loves telenovelas.

Headcanon: stuffed animals. He doesn’t keep any in the house for a long period of time, but he buys them as gifts as often as possible. He can’t help but anthropomorphize them and likes to hug them and do funny voices. If he was more able to allow himself to do what he wants and fly in the face of convention, he’d have quite a few. (Not hundreds or anything, bc he’d connect with each one, but maybe four or five. They’d live on the bed or the couch.)

What he really thinks about himself:

See now this is the tough one. So many (all?) of the House MD characters are layers within layers, and Wilson is tough bc he’s often unaware of what’s going on with himself. So what he *really* thinks of himself? Hmm.

I think he thinks he deserves better in so many situations. I think sometimes he might be waiting for someone to save him, that if he’s good enough maybe he’ll deserve it & it’ll happen. I think he believes he has to be as giving of a person as he can be or else he is committing a crime / causing harm / not fulfilling his moral and ethical responsibilities. I think he knows he goes above and beyond but is terrified that isn’t true. (And I do think the one hc that he has moral perfectionism OCD makes a lot of sense.)

[the-casbah-way]

im fucking wheezing about that last post lmao. he WOULD. anyway please share the failed marriage lore <3 i love them -rivstyx

i could write an entire prequel on octavius and amelia's cringefail marriage alone but here is just a little lore off the top of my head

they went to rome for their honeymoon and wanted to kill each other after an hour because octavius just wanted to mansplain every monument and statue but amelia wanted to have a Proper Adventure and every time amelia tried to speak to a native to improve her italian octavius would correct her pronunciation before she could even finish her sentence and it got to the point where she was literally begging him to stop talking because he was annoying her so much <3

there was never a proposal. they were just eating dinner one night and it was like "everyone is expecting us to get married" "yeah" "we should probably do that then" "ok"

octavius never told amelia he was getting a cat he just showed up with one after work one day. and amelia started to get genuinely irritated very quickly because suddenly her emotionally constipated husband who has never shown affection in his life was cradling this cat like a newborn and calling it every pet name under the sun and talking to it in a stupid baby voice

all of amelia's friends hated octavius but her parents LOVED him which is half the reason she felt pressured to marry him in the first place. he was the rich successful man they always wanted instead of her and she always resented him for it even though she never said it

they tried couples therapy once but octavius kept zoning out because the therapist was really hot and amelia scrapped the whole thing because every session made her want to strangle him even more

they both hate their parents and it was one of the few things that kept them bonded during their marriage. whenever their parents would visit they'd both do terrible impressions of them while they weren't looking to try and make each other laugh

you know about the dreaded sexting incident but that's just the tip of the sexual nightmare iceberg. there's the time amelia accidentally said the name of one of her male colleagues during sex. the time octavius started getting bored and awkward and nervous during a blowjob and asked if he could read a book during it to distract himself. the time ahkmenrah walked in on them. the time ahkmenrah and octavius had sex literally an hour after the divorce papers went through. i could go on

octavius’ cat vomited on amelia’s favourite shoes once and it caused an entire year long ordeal because amelia was Very angry and octavius was very indignant and annoying about it because ‘well i’m sorry but she had to do it somewhere’ and every time they would go shopping amelia would see a nice pair of shoes and passive aggressively be like “i’m pretty sure i had a pair like that once. i wonder what happened to them— oh yes i remember now :)” and then the whole argument would start all over again

once amelia got jealous of one of octavius’ female colleagues because he was spending a lot of time with her and octavius genuinely could not understand why amelia was concerned about this because he completely forgot he was supposed to be pretending to be straight and into women

one of octavius’ deepest and darkest guilty pleasures is musicals which are amelia’s least favourite thing on this earth and sometimes she would catch him subconsciously singing something from a musical under his breath and she would be like can you please shut up and octavius would get very defensive about it because “its not my fault its stuck in my head someone was singing it at work i don’t even like musicals—” and amelia would be like “oh shut up ive heard you in the shower you liar” and it was like a whole thing

they both have the exact same dry overly british sense of humour so even when they ended up hating each other they were still painfully good at making the other laugh without even trying and they would both get bitter and frustrated about it

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redacted Match up?

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I always go back to Black Mambo (Glass Animals). The little harp or whatever thing in the background creeps down. And it’s just a sexy-ass song. It feels sexy. The words are sexy. 

What is your Enneagram type?

I don’t believe in personality tests ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  Any of them

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I binge watch Adam Neely, Lindsey Ellis and Sideways.  Anything about movies, music, or movie music.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?                Line up just the right sleep aid audios (mostly Redacted) at the bottom of my YouTube sleep playlist, hit play, let it run. I need it dark and silent and I need the ceiling fan on, no matter what season it is.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why?

Anne or Alice. Because of Anne of Green Gables and Alice in Wonderland.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

The David Hoodie video is probably my most-listened to. It works as comfort, sleep aid, romance. It’s a big winner.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)  I didn’t always feel this way, but: I think Vincent is really boring without Adam. And he needs to find something to do other than Lovely.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. I can recite most of It’s A Wonderful Life and The Devil Wears Prada in time with the movies.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?  I have NO romantic interest in Lasko, but I would die for him.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? If I start talking about macro politics, it’s time to go to bed.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? Any reality competition show, especially baking. It’s guilty because lots of people say “oh yeah it gives me ideas for what to make and I think I’m going to try making a chiffon cake or a genoise” or w/e and I’m like “I want to eat that. I don’t want to eat that”                 

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! I run my mouth a lot but I’m surprisingly traditional

I am loving this; I am loving the vibes here. It’s giving traditional, classic, no-nonsense, old-school romance which makes you a great match for James.

It’s the ‘not believing in personality tests’ bit. That’s James one hundred percent- not just because they're overhyped and usually selling something but because he, as a telepath, is privy to the depths and complexities of human thought and thus thinks they’re reductive. James would agree and love this about you… everything about you, actually; despite his job and situation, traditional is how he would describe his heart and desired life.

James would so love and enjoy a domestic life with you, coming home to your face and your mind. When you let him inside your head, he always hears something new to him, given he knows absolutely nothing about pop culture or music. He is more familiar with macro-politics, given his position at DUMP, so he loves hearing your sleepy ranting. James definitely misses all of that while he’s gone; maybe he brings a copy of Alice in Wonderland to read when he’s thinking of you which is, of course, all the time.

Song:

My baby here on earth/ Showed me what my heart was worth/ So, when it comes to be my turn/ Could you shine it down here for her?/ 'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I’m not quite sure what music James listens to, but Mitski feels not wrong. Though he’s an old-fashioned sort of guy, his music taste doesn’t necessarily skew old, swing, and/or classical. Mitski, to me, reads as timeless, and I think she has this quality that appeals to everyone including James. This song is also so lovely, so mournful, so romantic, I think it’s a perfect track for the two of you missing each other while he’s away.

Runner-Ups:

Damien is a runner-up for a lot of the reasons I like you with James except I like James’s stoicism for you versus Damien’s tsundere nature. Aaron, I like for you because I can clearly imagine the two of you watching “The Devil Wears Prada” and you pointing at Miranda, telling Aaron “that’s you.” That tickles me pink; he’d pretend to hate that but would love it so much.

note: for you my adored you know who you are and I know who you are and I hope I made you consider smiling today I love you

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[therealfailwhale]

A fun little tagging game! Saw @venagrey’s post, and have decided to join in

do you make your bed?

Nope! Only when my brain demands neatness in times of anxiety.

what's your favourite number?

Don’t really have one?

what's your day job?

Librarian!! Specifically at a public library, in a genealogy department, also doing archive work

if you could go back to school would you?

With a boatload of money and no need to work, probably. I’d love to do an english masters, more archive classes, history, some languages…

can you paralell park?

Reasonably well, yeah

a job that would surprise people?

I was a kid’s party host at an incredible pizza. It was shit.

do you think aliens are real?

Maybe.

can you drive a manual car?

Nope.

what's your guilty pleasure?

My library is right next to a chick fil a, and every so often I am weak for their chicken sandwich and ranch. I hate it. So much guilt. I usually donate to an LGBTQ charity if I go there (maybe like 2x a year).

tattoos?

3, and I’ll be getting more after my wedding!

favorite color?

Big fan of dark greens

favorite type of music?

Mmm I have kind of eclectic taste? I like classical piano, symphony. I don’t just like any music types broadly. I like Olivia Rodrigo but not other similar artists, I like some heavy bands. More of an artist fan than a genre fan.

do you like puzzles?

I like doing puzzles with Bee! And then I like nerding out over book themed puzzles.

any phobias?

Deeply afraid of spiders. Hate seeing pictures. Hate hearing them talked about. Have cried at the sight of them. (When Bee and I were first dating, she was hanging out at my place and then like five minutes after she left, I was preparing to shower but was confronted with a shower spider (the worst kind). Started crying. Called her. She came back over and killed it for me. Wife Material.)

do you talk to yourself?

Yes lol, and frequently in accents.

coffee or tea?

Iced coffee (preferably caramel flavored!), hot tea (usually black, but I quite like earl grey with honey)

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

Ugh I think I wanted to be a singer. I remember writing songs, dear god.

I’m gonna tag @muirmarie but no pressure!

[voidandabyssal]

We’ve seen your interpretation of Horrortale, do you have anymore differences between canon/fanon with any other aus you’d like to share?

We'll do one of my favourite Au's, UnderSwap!!!!! (Also if you have suggestions for any nicknames for characters, excluding sans and papyrus, then send them in! I'm kinda stuck on most of them.)

Blue (US sans) is the older brother! The Sans are always the older brother, no matter the au or the dynamic between the skeleton brothers. It's one of the few constants of the multiverse!

Blue isn't like Blueberry. He's still an adult, but he holds a lot of energy and positivty towards people. He believes that everyone can be good no matter what!

He trains regularly with Alphys. Originally it was actually sparring, but Alphys eventually transfered it over to cooking lessons.

He doesn't have a lot of friends, a lot of the Monsters in Snowdin find him childish, or they don't like his energy. So despite his dreams of popularity and love, he really only has Alphys and his brother

He's desprete to join the royal guard, like, he camped outside Alphys door for a week, begging for a chance.

Stretch (US papyrus) is the younger brother, he's a quiet nerd. When he was a babybones, Blue had to practically drag him away from his books.

He used to work in the labs in Hotlands with Undyne, eventually switching to patroling with his brother, for unknown reasons.

He hangs around muffets alot, at this point he's probably made her the richest monster in the Underground, with how much money he spends there.

He has a lot of acquaintances but not many friends. He finds it easy to talk to people (Hint: just make them laugh with puns) but Stretch is very closed off. It takes a lot to break down his walls and get closer to him.

US Asgore is a terrible cook, he trys, really. But it's not the same as Toriels.

he does make a mean cup of tea tho

he's over three thousand years old! He was born just around the same time that humans started building up civilsations.

US Asgore wasn't royalty until he married Toriel.

Once on the surface, they do rekindle their love for each other.

Also he and Stretch get along. Stretch used to waste time outside the Ruins door practising puns. One day Asgore joined in and it became a daily thing.

Asgores lonely. He doesn't say it but he is. The Ruins monsters are intimdated by him and he can't leave the Ruins, in fear of having to face his ex-wife again

US Toriel is a woman of many regrets. She hates the position she's put herself and the rest of Monsterkind in. She hates the way she treated Asgore, the way she treated her family.

she gace each human child that fell Underground a slice of her cinnamon pie before she fought them. She wanted to make sure that they died full.

She's very stoic, US Toriel is a woman of little emotions and little words.

Most of her people haven't seen her in a long time. She mostly stays inside the throne room and her own room.

US Toriel has very heavy eye-bags, all those restless nights do a number on you.

Although she is a very good cook. Creating and trying new recipes is a guilty pleasure hobby she often indulges in.

She gives a lot of the excess to US Alphys! Who's very grateful for the good food

US Chara is around 12 when they fall and they're non-binary.

US Chara to me feels more like they would have a bravery soul than a determined one. You have to be pretty brave to run away from your home and scale all the way up a mountain all by yourself.

Also, yeah, their homelife wasn't the greatest. They were pretty neglected by their parents. And when their parents did pay attention to them, it was usually to beat them.

It made them into a very violent person, and when they first fell down into the Underground, they solved a lot of their encounters by just beating the shit out of the Monsters.

they never killed any of them though, their moral compass was too strong for them to do that.

When they leave Asgore, they sorta learn to chill out. They start seeing the value in pasificism and resist the urge to punch anyone again.

Once they break the barrier, they go to live with Asgore. The human government determines that Chara's parents were unsuitable to live with pretty quickly. When Asgore and Toriel get back together they all live together as one happy family.

Also Stretch and Chara totally worked together to help the two fall back in love. Real RomCom stuff lol.

US Undyne is a huge nerd lol. She works in the lab in Hotland and complains everyday without fail about the heat.

She focuses more on inventing new types of weapons for Monsters to use against humans then anything else.

Which leaves Hotlands remarkable less dangerous.

She watches anime, but keeps it a secret. She doesn't know of anyone watches the human media as well.

She's still really loud and exuberant. Though she's not as muscly or strong as her UT counterpart. She's still just as likely to pull you into a headlock and give you a noogie, while laughing and calling you a "TOTAL WEENIE!!"