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Fran x Female!Hibari!Reader: A Cure for Gelotophobia

Summary: "After all, you should have been able to predict that Kyoya and Mukuro would start fighting the minute they laid eyes on one another."

Rating/Tags: G (Alternate Universe - Ten Years Later; Party; Dresses; Female Reader-Insert; Reader is Hibari Kyoya's Sister; Public Humiliation; Mild Language; Background Tsuna/Kyoko; Background I-Pin/Lambo)

Word Count: 3,806

Challenge: 160 Collective Drabbles

Prompt: Pyramid

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: So just to be absolutely clear: This is set when everyone is ten years older, but it's not set in the original Ten Years Later universe that they all traveled to for the arc. They've all grown up since that point. Clear as mud?

And yes, I did actually write for this prompt years ago. But when I was going through the challenge, I was terribly embarrassed by the resulting one shot. White people going to Egypt and blowing up a pyramid played for laughs?? And then I spent exactly ten seconds researching how one should behave respectfully in Cairo, and I gave the old one shot up as a wash and decided to replace it. I haven't watch Agents of SHIELD in eons anyway.

Many thanks to my real life best friend for helping me come up with a better idea for "pyramid."

Ao3 Version Here

A Cure for Gelotophobia

Different things scared different people. Oh, there were common phobias: fear of heights, fear of spiders, fear of enclosed spaces. You liked to think you stood above such paltry feelings like fear. At your relatively young age, you'd already faced numerous challenges and come out the other with the battle scars to prove your skill. Rarely nowadays did you feel your heartbeat speed or your breath catch inside your lungs. But you felt both at that very moment, though there wasn't a single enemy in sight.

Tsuna and Kyoko's engagement party had only just begun. The ballroom at the Vongola's Japanese headquarters was tastefully decorated for the event. Evening sunshine beamed through the colossal windows looking out on to the thriving garden. Friends and family (and Family) of the couple drifted in and out from all directions, and all of them wore formal garb, the men, suits; the women, colorful gowns. Standing awkwardly by the drink table, you felt entirely out of place.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

The question asked in the familiar deep voice of your older brother, Kyoya Hibari, did not soothe your nerves. You shifted and found yourself unable to meet his gray eyes. Avoiding his face would only upset him, but you simply couldn't manage to lift your gaze. At least you kept your own voice steady when you answered:

"It's a ball gown."

"Is there a reason you've chosen to look so ridiculous?"

Pins and needles sharper than Roll's shot up your arms. Trust Kyoya to speak your fear into existence the moment he saw you. Just looking at yourself in the mirror before coming downstairs, you knew—well, you knew you didn't look as natural as the likes of Kyoko and Haru and Bianchi looked in their dresses. When your typical black-tie attire consisted of a literal black tie, suit, pants, and dress shirt in your Flame color, of course you stood out like a sore thumb wearing a gown.

"I just thought it would be nice to dress up for the party." You crushed the hem of your skirt in one fist.

"And if something should happen to necessitate moving quickly and precisely?" he asked.

"Kyoya," you groaned. "No one is going to mount an attack on the Tsuna's engagement party, all right? No one!"

"You're certain of that, are you? Hn. Well, if you want to risk getting blood all over your pretty clothes..."

"As if you aren't the goriest fighter here," you muttered, rather than admit he'd made you feel dumber than ever. You'd spent a decent amount of money on this outfit, and some of tonight's guests were sure to misbehave, even if their actions didn't amount to bloodshed. "No one is going to start a fight tonight," you said more firmly, "Hayato would kill them if they so much as thought about it."

"Do you think he'd mind killing Lambo now as opposed to later?" came a new voice to your conversation.

You looked around to spot your good friend I-Pin sauntering up to you and your brother, resplendent in an electric blue and yellow qipao. She offered a respectful bow to Kyoya, who answered with a slight inclining of his head, before she turned to give you a once-over.

"You look great, [Name]!" she said.

Awkwardly, you fingered the neckline of your gown. "I take your comment to mean you and Lambo are currently off."

I-Pin hummed noncommittally. Her surreptitious glance at Kyoya was answer enough. You spied Lambo across the hall, surrounded by the usual hoard of squealing fans, but even from this distance you could see his eyes darting toward I-Pin's back every few seconds. So she hadn't just come over to compliment your appearance, then; this was a strategic position on her part. Whether he'd willingly admit it or not, Kyoya had a soft spot for her—and not an ounce of sympathy for Lambo.

"Anyway," I-Pin said with a wave of her hand, "don't listen to Mr. Hibari. If Lambo tries anything disruptive tonight, I'll kill him myself. You just focus on wooing you-know-who."

You felt rather than saw Kyoya stiffen beside you.

"I-Pin," you hissed between clenched teeth.

She winced. "Sorry. Was that a secret?"

"So that's why you decided to wear something like that," he said.

"Kyoya—" you began, but he cut you off.

"I forbade you from speaking to him, did I not?"

Only your brother could make his fury plain with such a cold, emotionless voice. But he had trained you well. You did not quail at his tone. Instead, you looked him straight in the eye and said:

"I can speak with him if I want to speak with him."

"Oh? And how do you plan to defy me when you can't even reach your weapon right now?"

Poor I-Pin could only watch as you and Kyoya sized each other up. Her dark eyes were huge in her face. Probably she knew the same thing that you did: You couldn't take him. Kyoya wasn't called the strongest Vongola Guardian for no reason. But the minute you let on that you knew that would be the minute he won.

"Tsuna says we should be welcoming. If he doesn't care if I talk to him, why should you?" you asked.

"She's right, Mr. Hibari. Mr. Sawada wants—"

Kyoya gave I-Pin a look that clearly told her to stay out of his family disputes. Her mouth snapped shut, and she shot you an obvious nonverbal apology. Well, it wasn't her fault your brother was so good at holding grudges.

"Tsuna can 'welcome' whoever he wants," he said. "But you—

"What happened between you and Mukuro happened ten years ago, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"Kufufu. Speak of the devil, and he will appear."

And there, through a sudden dense mist that surrounded the refreshment table, materialized a tall figure in shadow. The fog rolled away to reveal a familiar man with long blue hair. I-Pin gasped. Mukuro didn't spare her a second glance. As usual, he had eyes only for Kyoya, and Kyoya for him.

"Don't tell me I'm the culprit of another little Hibari family spat. Poor [Name]," Mukuro purred, pulling you against his side. "Is the big, bad Cloud Guardian bullying you again?"

"Let her go," Hibari said in a tone that would have struck terror into the heart of anyone else.

Mukuro just slid his gloved fingers into your painstakingly-crafted hair. "If she wanted me to let her go, she could easily make me herself. Isn't that right, dear little [Name]?"

All you could do was grit your teeth and tug futilely against his grip. It was always like this when anyone forced Mukuro and Kyoya into the same room together. Try as you might to find Takeshi in the crowd to signal for aid, you couldn't find him. Anyone else getting involved in this exchange would only make things worse.

"Oh, Mr. Hibari, I really don't think taking our your tonfa is a good idea!" I-Pin said.

Or perhaps things would get worse without Hayato or Ryohei's help.

"Do we really have to do this?" you raised your voice so that Kyoya could hear.

Of course, he said nothing. Mukuro simply laughed again. The sound raised the hairs on the back of your neck at such close quarters.

"What do you mean? All I'm doing is greeting a dear friend of mine."

"We are not friends."

"[Name], you wound me. Did you not just say that what lies between your brother and myself has nothing at all to do with you?"

"You're not who I'm concerned about."

"Ahhh. So it's still my beloved disciple that holds your—"

Only because you'd seen them fight so many times over the course of your life were able to shift in time to avoid Kyoya's first strike with his tonfa. Mukuro let go of you before the metal could touch him. The sudden disappearance of his iron grip sent you tumbling to the hard ground.

"[Name], are you okay?" I-Pin asked as you struggled to right yourself around your gown. All you seemed capable of was getting yourself more tangled.

"Kyoya might have been right about the dress," you answered.

"But he's the one that started it!"

At least you'd dodged the opening assault. No doubt your brother would have blamed you for getting in the way of his never-ending battle with Mukuro, skirts or no skirts. But now you lay forgotten—literally—in a heap while those two duked it out again. Each face already glistened with lines of blood, and, much to your horror, the whole debacle had started to draw attention.

"Oi! What do you bastards think you're doing?!"

"Shit," you said as you spotted Hayato rushing in the direction of the fracas. The spaces between each of his fingers held sticks of dynamite. You had to act fast, or Tsuna's entire party would have to be held in the ruins of his recently-built mansion. "Would you two knock it off?!"

If either Mukuro or Kyoya heard you, neither showed it. Only the ubiquitous sound of tonfa clanging against pitchfork replied. Hayato sped nearer all the while. The dynamite drew closer and closer to the lit cigarette clenched between his teeth. Though I-Pin continued to grasp your shoulder as she watched the chaos unfold around her, you managed to shake her off. With a tremendous amount of effort, you heaved yourself up to your feet.

"Stop!"

Although he hadn't mentioned it, your brother probably wouldn't have approved of your heels either. You'd agree with that in retrospect as well. The sudden momentum combined with your clumsy gait sent you stumbling right into the middle of the fight.

"Not at this party, you assholes!"

And just in time for Hayato to throw his own weapon into the ring. The dynamite soared at you as though in slow motion. You could not dodge. You could not swipe it away. You could only watch, aghast, as the explosive sailed right up to you before it detonated with an earsplitting boom.

Crash!

A loud ringing filled your ears. Above you hanged jittering crystals, clouds of smoke, and wisps of purple and indigo flames. You stared at this kaleidoscope in a daze. Then, all at once, sensation slammed back into you: laughter, pain, cold, wet.

"Oh, children! Couldn't you have waited for the real party to arrive before you got to the fun part of the evening?" Footsteps walking through shards of glass heralded the arrival of yet more of an audience to your mortification. "Got into the liquor a little early tonight, hmm, [Name]?"

You recognized the barely stifled laughter before your brain caught up with your eyes to recognize the bright red and lime green blurring across your vision: Lussuria. The Varia had at last arrived.

A chill seeped into your bones—or maybe that was just the wine soaking through your ruined dress. Unwilling to sit there a moment longer, you gingerly peeled yourself off the collapsed table littered with the remains of the pyramid of glasses. Whether I-Pin's gasp was in reaction to the stains on your wardrobe or the cuts you could feel opening up across your shoulders and arms, you couldn't say. You didn't have the mental capacity to ask, for directly next to the Varia's Sun Guardian—who was practically quivering with glee at your predicament—stood the one person you'd been hoping to impress that evening.

Fran's face betrayed nothing of what he felt upon finding you in such a state. Why would it? It never did. Just behind him, Mukuro's red eye danced with amusement. Your brother narrowed his own eyes at the back of Fran's head—covered, as always, by some ludicrous cap.

Fran made eye contact with you. He said nothing. You said nothing.

"Oh, [Name]."

You felt I-pin lightly grasp your shoulder again, but you shook it off once more.

"I need to go change," you mumbled.

Without waiting for anyone to try to stop you, you turned and mechanically marched from the ballroom. Only a few people called out, but you ignored them. It took every ounce of self-control Kyoya had drilled into you to remain stoic with so many eyes watching your progress. One slipup, one crack in your façade, would only make an already humiliating situation worse.

Step by agonizing step, you made it to the hallway, to the grand stairs, to the room assigned to you as a guest visiting for the party. You let out a tremulous breath as you pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind you with a quiet click.

The bed in front of you looked so welcoming. You could pull of this godawful gown, wash off your makeup, and throw yourself into the lush pillows for a good cry. Certainly nothing else sounded more appealing just then.

But you could not. Someone would come searching for you when you didn't return. The last thing you needed was for either Mukuro or Kyoya to catch you crying over spilled wine, and all that after spilling wine all over yourself in front of a cute boy you rarely got to see.

Then you spotted your reflection in the mirror. This alone cracked your thin veil of composure. Dark wine colored huge patches of your dress. Your impact with the table had loosed your hair from its meticulous styling. Your eyes, despite your best efforts, were red and damp.

A sob burned the inside of your chest, but you refused to let it out. You whipped around and marched to the room's adjoining balcony. If you could not fling yourself into bed and cry, then you could stand outside and watch the last of the sunset over the garden. Clutching your upper arms so hard that your fingernails sent little stabs of pain up them kept you grounded enough to stay calm where someone might spot you.

Why did Kyoya have to be this way? You were a dutiful younger sister, enduring all the rigorous training and lectures on tradition he demanded throughout your life. Though you had not been granted the position of Vongola Guardian, you know that Tsuna (and, more importantly, Reborn) respected your strength and abilities. Not once in all these years had you ceased to do whatever you could to serve your family—both blood and figurative. And then the one night you wanted to be someone more than Kyoya Hibari's little sister...

You sucked in your lower lip where it had started to pout. One of your fists pressed into the skin just beneath an eye as a single tear threaten to leak out. Why should you cry? The spiteful part of you wanted to accuse Kyoya of sending you toppling into the drinks on purpose. He hated the thought of you cozying up to anyone related to his sworn enemy, however tangentially. But if you kept thinking that way, you'd never return to the party.

"It would serve him right," you muttered to no one.

But it wouldn't serve Tsuna and Kyoko right. You cared about them. They both deserved to have a blissful engagement celebration without the typical Vongola Family nonsense ruining things as usual. Knowing Kyoko, she wouldn't let the festivities begin until you came back anyway. And yet you couldn't quite bring yourself to make a move to head downstairs. However much you might try to deny it, you did feel fear the same as anyone else.

Still, your fear of embarrassing yourself in front of so many important people in your life could not be allowed to ruin everyone else's evening.

Sighing, you turned back toward the door to your quarters. If you could stomach wrangling Lambo without Futa to help, you could stomach being laughed at for a few hours.

"Why does it take women so long to make themselves look exactly the same?"

That voice drifting up to you froze you to the spot. Your higher brain functions seemed to cease. Did you want to handle this? After a moment or two of mute dithering, you moved back to where you'd been standing to peek hesitantly over the balcony railing. There stood Fran, flat-faced as always.

"Or do you just have identical dresses that look stained?" he asked.

"It's the same dress!" you snapped when your brain finally caught up with your eyes.

"Oh. I wasn't aware that looking that like a drunk dalmatian was so fashionable. I'll have to inform Captain Lussuria."

"Did you only come out here to irritate me?"

"Mah. Not only to irritate you. Your crying jag was getting lengthy."

"I wasn't crying!"

"I suppose having smeared mascara down your cheeks is fashionable now as well."

You inhaled sharply as you lifted a hand to your face. The skin there felt damp. No need to look in the mirror inside to confirm that Fran wasn't making things up.

"I wasn't crying the entire time," you said. "Tell everyone I'll be there soon. I just need to clean myself up a bit, and—"

"Don't bother."

"Huh?"

"Don't bother cleaning up."

"Fran, wine stains and smeared makeup really aren't in style. I'm not going back downstairs looking like this."

"Why even bother going back?"

Your fingers tightened around the railing in front of you. Sometimes you really had to wonder who thought the cosmic joke of you falling for this boy in particular would actually be funny.

"I can't just ditch, Fran. This party is a big deal. Everyone will notice if I don't show up."

"You mean like they noticed when you fell backwards into the drinks?"

"I didn't—"

But you bit your lip hard enough to make it bleed in your rush to clamp your mouth over the end of your sentence. Dutiful sisters did not blame others for their own failures, and neither did full-fledged members of the Vongola Family. You and you alone were ultimately responsible for the whole fiasco. After all, you should have been able to predict that Kyoya and Mukuro would start fighting the minute they laid eyes on one another.

"You do realize they're just going to do that twenty-six more times before the night is over," Fran said, as though he could read your mind—not exactly a comforting thought, all things considered.

"Maybe I should change into pants this time," you conceded.

"You do that. I'm leaving."

And indeed he turned around to do just that. Your heart nearly popped out of your chest.

"W-wait!"

"Why?"

You scrambled for an answer that wouldn't leave you all alone with a sympathetic I-Pin for the duration of the party. "Won't your boss be mad?"

"My boss is always mad," Fran said. "So is Captain Squalo. And Captain Levi. And—"

"Okay. Okay. I get it. Everyone in the Varia needs anger management classes. Duly noted."

"Your brother's already plenty mad, too."

True. Your choice of outfit had already incited Kyoya enough to ensure a thorough dressing down later on, even disregarding your spectacular trip into the wine. Now he'd only be more convinced than ever he had been right, that you had no business dressing up like that even for parties such as this one. And while your brother would never physically strike you in order to punish you, his icy demeanor would likely be enough to make everyone around you miserable for the rest of the night.

So why bother going back? You could always beg Tsuna and Kyoko for forgiveness in the morning. Kyoya would be infuriated regardless of your absence. At least Tsuna had been on the receiving end of Kyoya's tonfa often enough that he would likely be sympathetic to your plight.

"Okay." Your entire body slumped over the railing as you surrendered. Undoubtedly you would regret your choice the next day, but for now, you only felt relieved.

Fran hardly reacted. "Let's get going."

"Hey! I still need to change!"

He looked over his shoulder just far enough to allow you to hear his response: "You can if you want. I'm not hanging around here long enough to get dragged back to that sad excuse for a party."

Fran did not stop. If you really wanted to join him, you needed to move fast. Your body seemed to move of its own accord upon seeing this. Down you swung from the balcony to land neatly on your feet in the shadowed grass. Although the dark stains on your gown still showed through, at least in the darkness of dusk they were more difficult to see. And while you paused to check this, Fran moved ever on ahead. You rushed after him and, in a fit of bravery, grabbed his hand.

He looked at where your fingers interlaced, but said nothing.

This made you feel braver still. You squeezed his palm and asked, "Where are we going?"

He shrugged. "There's not much to do around here anyway."

You opened your mouth to protest this impugning of Namimori's honor when a flash of light and movement in the corner of your eye brought you up short. Of course, your luck would lead you right by one of the ballroom's enormous windows. Standing there and looking straight at you were Tsuna and Kyoko. Your blood ran cold. What would they think of you sneaking off with Fran of all people? The Vongola Family's alliance with the Varia was tenuous at best to begin with! If you did something to break the fragile peace with Xanxus, you shuddered to think what sort of training you'd endure at Reborn's hands in retaliation.

Tsuna smiled, the expression so fleeting you thought you imagined it as he turned to walk away. Kyoko made sure to catch your eye, then she winked and held a single finger up to her lips before she followed her fiancé into the waiting crowd.

You couldn't help gaping after them. It couldn't really be that easy, could it?

A tug on your arm drew you back to your immediate surroundings. You couldn't tell by his face if Fran had spotted the happy couple giving you their blessing. He probably wouldn't care if they had. But when he saw you looking at him again, he said:

"Come on. Show me what's so great about this town. We can deal with your brother and my master some other time."

And all at once, your fear melted away. Who was scared of overbearing brothers, manipulative instructors, and Family feuds? Who could even be afraid of being spotted in public wearing a ruined gown and smeared makeup? With Fran by your side, you didn't fear anything at all. And when Kyoya arrived to scold you in the morning, you'd still have one magical night to remember of being your own person whether he liked it or not.

[bugzbun]

The Nanny x reader p.4

One moring in the Sheffield residence as [y/n] was in the kitchen starting coffee for the morning, as they wiped their slightly damp hands on a kitchen towel, they heard Fran rush down the stairs leading into the kitchen.

Her face seemed flushed and [Y/N] looked at her with a concerned expression, slinging the towel over their shoulder.

"Miss Fine-?" [Y/n] was cut off by Frans frantic hushed yell.

"It's Mr. Sheffield's birthday!!" She exclaimed before her red painted lips turned into a slight pout. "He wasn't even going to say anything.."

Then she gasped suddenly and held onto [Y/n]'s shoulders, a wide grin on her face as she lightly shook them.

"Lets organize a surprise party to make his day special!!"

[Y/n] sighed knowing they'd probably have no say in this, but agreed anyway. Enlisting the help of the Sheffield children to make decorations and Niles tasked to keep the plan under wraps by keeping Mr Sheffield busy. 

 Maggie, assisted [Y/N] in planning the menu for the surprise feast. She shared insights into some of Mr. Sheffield's favorite dishes, and maybe a few of her own. 

As days passed and the day arrived, Fran had gathered everyone in the kitchen for a quick briefing.

The excitement in the air was palpable as Fran shared the final details of the plan.

"Remember, darlings, timing is everything. Niles, keep Mr. Sheffield engaged in that 'urgent business meeting' you concocted. The kids, you'll be in charge of leading him to the garden when the time comes."

Maggie, Brighton, and Gracie nodded eagerly, their eyes reflecting a mix of mischief and anticipation.

"[Y/N], sweetheart," Fran turned to you, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"You'll be in charge of the pièce de résistance – the birthday cake. I trust your culinary magic will make this celebration unforgettable."

With a confident nod, you accepted the responsibility, determined to create a cake that would not only tantalize taste buds but also serve as a fitting centerpiece for the surprise party

Unknown to them C.C Babcock had heard everything about the cake, and had started cooking her own plan. 

In the kitchen, [Y/N] put the finishing touches on Mr. Sheffields' birthday cake.

The layers were perfectly aligned, and the frosting was just so tempting.

As they stepped back to admire their creation, Fran entered the kitchen with a twinkle in her eye.

"Darling, that cake is a work of art! Mr. Sheffield will be absolutely thrilled."Just as Fran praised [Y/N]'s culinary masterpiece, C.C. Babcock made her entrance, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" C.C. commented, her eyes fixed on the cake. "Quite the culinary delight, [Y/N]."

Fran, ever the optimist, greeted C.C. with a friendly smile.

"C.C., my dear, we're preparing a surprise birthday party for Mr. Sheffield. You're welcome to join the celebration."

C.C. feigned surprise, masking her ulterior motives behind a veneer of congeniality.

"A surprise party, you say? How delightful! I wouldn't miss it for the world." Little did everyone know that C.C. had something up her sleeve.

She saw an opportunity to present herself in a favorable light to Mr. Sheffield by offering a culinary contribution of her own.

As the guests started to gather in the garden, the cake placed at the center of the festivities, [Y/N] couldn't shake a sense that something, was off. Unbeknownst to them, a culinary showdown between [Y/N]'s masterpiece and C.C.'s surprise creation was about to unfold.

The moment had come for the grand reveal of Mr. Sheffield's birthday surprise. The garden was adorned with decorations, and the excitement among the guests was palpable. Fran, with her signature flair. The Sheffield children eagerly awaited their cue to lead Mr. Sheffield to the garden.

 However, the tension in the air was heightened by the unexpected entrance of C.C. Babcock, holding a covered dish with a smug expression.

"Well, [Y/N], it seems we both have culinary surprises for Mr. Sheffield," C.C. remarked, her eyes flickering with mischief.

Fran, ever the peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation. "Oh, C.C., how wonderful! The more, the merrier. Let's make this celebration unforgettable." With a sly smile, C.C. agreed.

The Sheffield children successfully led Mr. Sheffield to the garden, where the guests erupted in cheers. Mr Sheffield looked aroung on surprise then smiled, hugging his children as Fran clapped happoly next to them. 

As [Y/N] stepped forward with the birthday cake, they couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety. The guests' eyes were fixed on the masterpiece, eager to witness the grand reveal. However, C.C.'s smug demeanor hinted at a challenge that awaited.

With a dramatic flourish, [Y/N] presented the cake – a culinary work of art that reflected their passion and dedication. The layers, the sweet smell that tickled their senses, and the delicatly placed strawberries  drew admiration from the crowd.

Not to be outdone, C.C. dramatically uncovered her dish, revealing her own, not as elaboratly decorated and seemed a tad burnt. The guests, caught between [Y/N]'s impeccable cake and C.C.'s surprise, were momentarily stunned.

Mr. Sheffield, genuinely touched by the efforts of everyone, took a moment to appreciate both of them. Fran, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, Maxwell, it seems you have the privilege of enjoying two treats on your special day!"

As the guests indulged in the cakes, the verdict was clear – [Y/N]'s creation had won the hearts and taste buds of the crowd. C.C.'s surprise was, to put it simply, awful. [Y/n] and Fran had to hide their smiles as C.C tried her own creation before spitting it out and stomping off. 

The surprise birthday party continued with laughter and shared moments, and for [Y/N], they truly felt they became an integral part of the Sheffield household.

A/n: I didn't think anyone would read this, let alone like it- I just did this for fun. Thank you for reading!

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Idk if requests are open but I saw your Remor x Vox reader and I loved it, could I request Remor with a Lute s/o?

remor x reader who is like lute

love to see that people are starting to request fran bow stuff again! hooray!

notes: reader is gn, reader is not explicitly an angel but they can be viewed as one- they ARE winged but other than that not much is said on their appearance

cws: edit

he has one of your feathers stashed away somewhere in his home; you can call it a trinket or memento but to him its a weird possession thing for him- hes... a little... hm...

i like to think that his body is covered in feather-like pieces of shadow, and if possible you both exchange a feather to put onto each other- your feather somewhere on his body, and his weird shadow mass somewhere in your wings

your loyalty makes him feel a certain way, hes reassured that youre never going to doubt him or stray- and it kind of tickles his prince mindset a bit

if youre his specific guard that was assigned to him or otherwise chosen.. hes not going to care about hiding the relationship in favor of keeping things looking professional

your fierceness and unforgivingness gets him riled up, especially when youre both bouncing off of each other with plans to make the lives of others worse

your intensity is amusing as well, when you spout threats and promises of violence you get a chuckle out of him- he may sometimes offer you his own ideas for what he has in mind

weirdly enough the dynamic is similar to the one lute and adam have, with the main difference being that one is a theatre kid who thrives to spread despair and darkness, while the other is his loyal righthand man

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This is only thing we have in the male readers tags Dom/top male readers and the only thing that are sub/bottom are gn readers

while generally looking for x readers i found a lot more, and tumblr isn't the only place where you can find fanfic. again, this doesn't justify your actions 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Cola

Chubby!Francisco Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Frankie loves how you taste so sweet…. “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola”

Content and warnings: Pussy eating like a mad man, ass eating, madly in love, desperately horny, feral Frankie, object insertion, fucked with a foreign object, don’t do this at home, premature ejaculation 💕

Immersivity: reader is AFAB and wears dresses, uses she/her

A/n: inspired by all them pics of Pedro in the Coca Cola shirt… yummy. Finals are DONE and it’s time for my return after a month of no fics!

Special thanks to @hornystan for proofreading and @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for this amazing header! Thank you for making my return so special

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Surely, this was what heaven was like.

Sprawling green meadows and rolling hills, your handsome husband flying you out on a helicopter to a private property. A wicker basket full of a picnic he packed himself had been tossed aside in favor of you humping Frankie’s leg as you both laid on the quilted blanket.

“Baby,” Frankie chuckles, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched up a little as you peppered his scruffy beard with kisses. Sunshine warmed your back in your red sundress, Frankie’s large hands pushing it up and over the swell of your ass cheeks. “We haven't even had lunch yet.”

“Don’t care, need you.” You mutter between kisses, desperately rutting against your dear lover like a bitch in heat.

“But the ice will melt!”

“Don’t. Care.” You kiss his sweet, pudgy face covered in salt and pepper facial hair. “Need. You.”

Frankie laughs again, but his strong arms lift you off his full tummy. “Baby, it’s hot out,” he smiles and sits up, prompting you to do the same despite your cute little pout. “C’mon, have a drink.” He reached into the basket where a few cola bottles sat in a tin bucket? full of ice next to some sandwiches and fruit he cut up himself, just for you. Sweet, sweet man. You packed his favorite, homemade red velvet cupcakes. The cream cheese icing was sitting in the iced tin along with the cola, ready to be added to the cupcakes, nice and chilled.

He opens a bottle, placing the lid inside the basket, careful not to litter, but you don’t drink right away. Instead, you watch as his hands flex to open another bottle, tilting his head back to chug it. His profile was immaculate. Your eyes scan down, taking in the curve of his nose, his softened jawline, plush lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle… but quickly move to his throat. He was a marvel, Adam's apple bobbing and a small trickle of cola down his neck…

With a refreshed, “ah!” Frankie places his trash in the basket, folds in his creasing stomach twisting as he turns. When he looked back, his eyes went wide. First, his eyes went to your discarded panties. Then to you. There you sat, legs spread open and bent, holding your coke bottle in one hand and pumping your desperate, needy pussy with the other. “Jesus, baby…” He licks his lips and you lament the leftover sweetness on his skin wicked away before your tongue could taste how the sugar mixed with his sweat.

“Frankie…” You whine, desperate and mewling for his touch, your desire so intense there was no way you could wait for lunch to end. No way in hell. Tears pricked at your eyes from the burn of the sun and the overwhelming need you had for him. It was always like this with Francisco, intense and burning and all-consuming even after all these years. It didn’t matter, you still fucked like there was no one else on the planet. To him, and certainly to you, there wasn’t.

Frankie mumbled a swear under his breath, his own chest heaving and already tight pants growing tighter. He orders you to lay down and like a good girl, you obey but he stops you. Frankie takes off his hat and plops it down on your head. “For your eyes.” With that, he kisses your lips and you get to taste the lingering traces of his drink. Then, he pushes you down.

*

You clutch the cold, undrank coke bottle in one hand, Frankie’s sweaty brown curls in the other, the bill of his hat protects your eyes from the sun. You were two orgasms in, drenched in sweat and probably smelling terrible, but he didn’t care.

“Baby?” Frankie asked, making your eyes flick down to him. His eyes were wide and wet, intense and brown. Fuck, he was handsome.

You’re panting, but answer him. “Yeah?”

“I’m real thirsty…”

Normally, you would assume he’s talking about wanting to drink your cum, lap at your pussy as you squirt all over him, hips bucking against his mustache… but honestly, it was hot and you assumed he wanted a drink.

“Here” You hand him the coke bottle in your hands sweetly, sitting up as you do but Frankie orders you to lie down as he grabs it.

You look at him confused but do as he says. Frankie always took care of you, you trusted him, so you laid back down on the heavy quilt, feeling the grass move under the weight of your head.

Knelt before you, Frankie looked a bit of a mess. His curls were all over the place, brown curls every which way, as sweaty as his beard was wet. It wasn’t even that hot a day, but you were working up an appetite.

“You belong to me, right?” He asks you, eyes roaming over your body up and down in your pretty sundress. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, like it was taking everything in him right now not to pounce on you like a werewolf. Francisco’s hands move up and down your bent legs, a sheen of sweat gliding them down, fingernails lightly digging into the meat of you r thighs as if only a thread of sanity was preventing him from digging his claws in and making you subject to his insatiable hunger.

“Yeah baby.” You whisper, breathy but without hesitation. “Every inch.”

Francisco's eyes were locked into yours, pupils black as night, threatening to swallow the whites of his eyes. “Tilt your hips up for me.”

Confused but obedient, you feel your brows furrow as you reach under yourself and hold your hips up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his, not if you tried, his hands so steady and sure he didn’t even need to look down as he slowly inserted the tip of the opened coke bottle into your tight hole. You gasped, though not so much at the intrusion; his fingers hadn’t stretched you yet, but you were used to taking his whole cock. No, the bottle was cold. Not freezing, not after being out of the ice a few minutes, but cold. Francisco pauses, eyebrows cocked in a question of your comfort.

You didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

With a growl, it takes everything in him not to shove the full bottle straight up your cunt, but he knows better. Instead, he took his time. The first time he inserted the foreign object. Once he knew you were okay, all bets were off. Francisco vigorously pumped you, forcing your eyes to tear away from his as you lost yourself in pleasure, feeling the cool drink pour into your channel.

“Such a needy little pussy… she’s so desperate, isn’t she? She just needs to be stretched and filled all the time…”

“Fuck! Frankie! Shit, that feels - ohmyfuckinggod - so good! You feel so good, fuck, I love you so m- shit!” You were approaching a third orgasm, the fizzing of the carbonation a strange sensation in your sensitive insides, and his cock hasn’t even been inside you yet. Frankie couldn’t stop staring at your pussy, licking his lips and palming the erection in his jeans. He had so far been neglected, edging himself in order to bring you, and subsequently him, as much pleasure as possible. Your pleasure was his, your lust was his, your pretty cunt was his to do as he pleased. He could play games with you, shove whatever he wanted into whatever holes and you’d let him… but Frankie didn’t get off on humiliation, he got off on you.

He watched your pussy lips repeatedly swallow the bottle, bits of coke and cum leaking out of you as he began to overwhelm your body. His hand squeezed his dick, throbbing in his pants and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d have to recuperate and fuck your face into the grass after lunch. Right now, though… he was thirsty.

Frankie yanked your hands out from under you, pulling the bottle out as you whimper and feel the leftover spill all over your pussy and thighs. That would be annoying later, but that didn’t matter now, not when your loving, adorable husband was dropping to his stomach and latching his lip around your hole. Frankie was drinking coca cola out of your cunt.

He lapped and sucked and licked and drank, the pop fizzling out on your pussy lips as Francisco, whining and crying into your cunt as he came, desperately licked every inch of you. He needed to make this last, he needed to taste every drop, tasting your thighs for the sweet you were so desperate to suck off his lips a moment ago. His tongue was impossible to please, spreading your asscheeks to taste what had trickled down. Only when he seemed to run out of energy, his orgasm satiated, did he slow. You could feel the wetness from his eyes on your lips.

“I just love you so fucking much.” He kissed your swollen, fucked out pussy and closed his eyes, head resting on your thigh as his eyes drooped. He must’ve really tuckered himself out. “So sweet for me.”

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Please consider reblogging, if this flops I’ll scream

Inspo comes from Ozzie’s amazing Joel fic, beer bottle insertion

If this does well I’ll write part 2 with reader licking that cream cheese off his dick….

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me through a difficult month, it has not always been easy between school, and everything that happened, but I got through it and I’m looking forward to something new. I finished up all my assignments and papers even though it was absolute chaos lol and now all I have left is a couple online next semester and then I graduate. 💕💕💕💕

Each and everyone of you so so much, please take care of yourselves!

[cherryblogss]

HEY DIVA

Como vc acha q os boys reagiriam a uma reader que é SUPER girly?

tipo, tem uma conta falando de maquiagem e livros, é super girls girl etc...

eu fico imaginando eles entrando nesse mundinho delas🥺

oi linda⚘️ como um girly girl☝🏻 irei falar um pouquinho sobre nosso barbie world com os que me vieram em mente

editado pq sou burra

Felipe Otaño (pra mim) não engana ninguém e deve amar uma diva toda princesinha🧚‍♀️ ele é do tipo que adora fazer compras contigo e até ser seu bonequinho quando você diz que tal roupa combinaria com a sua ou fala que tipo de roupas ele fica lindo🥰😇 ainda tem o fato dele amar ir na sua casa e ver todos os livros, roupas, maquiagens e paredes coloridas. Eu sempre imagino tbm que ele deixa vc testar maquiagem nele - em segredo pq ele tem uma reputação tbm ne - se vc quer ver a textura de uma sombra ou base, ele se oferece pra ser seu voluntário deixando vc passar na pele dele. Se vc tiver um canal ou conta no insta q fala de maquiagem, Pipe é seu maior fá🥳 sempre compartilha e as vezes é qm tira suas fotos. Um adendo para o meu self insert🙈☝🏻 ele adora mexer no seu cabelo, se for cacheado ainda mais pq gosta de finalizar os cachos e fazer os penteados que ele vê na Internet. - vale pras divas de cabelo liso tbm🫦

Enzo vogrincic... esse aqui com certeza adora uma garotinha bem girly⚘️💋 acho q teve até um tempo q nas redes sociais falavam que ele gostava de patty💅 e padrão então tenho certeza que sempre que viaja vê alguma maquiagem, roupa ou livro compra tudo que lembre vc, cada viagem é uma mala praticamente de presentes para ti. Também vejo ele como alguém q não é muito de expor a relação, mas se vc fosse uma blogueira ou sla, ele sempre comenta e compartilha🥰 Ele sempre pede pra saber a história dos livros que vc lê pq qualquer coisa que vc faz é do interesse dele e só de te ouvir falar, Enzo já fica todo bestinha te admirando.

O Fran por razões óbvias iria adorar ter uma melhor amiga e namorada para compartilhar tudo. ele sempre compra lançamentos de maquiagens pra testar em ti e também ama mexer no seu cabelo. se vc tem um insta focado nessas coisas, ele sempre vai te ajudar e a maioria do conteúdo é orientado por ele⚘️

Rafa me passa uma vibe que adora uma princesa tbm🕊 ama acompanhar seu mundinho de perto, sempre curioso sobre o que significa cada item que você passa ou coloca, adora comprar acessórios para te enfeitar e compra livros tbm, por mais que não se interesse mt pelo conteúdo da obra iria te fazer perguntas conforme vc fosse surtando com a leitura. Apesar de ser low profile, quando vcs começassem a namorar o perfil dele viraria um santuário de fotos conceituais suas❤️ (valentino tbm)

Matias me passa uma vibe que não tem preferência, mas adora mt uma namoradinha toda fofa. só que com crtz demonstra isso de uma forma bem perturbada, por exemplo bagunçando suas maquiagens perguntando o que é tudo e passando no rosto pra ver como fica, mexe no seu cabelo dizendo que quer testar um negócio (se prepara pra desfazer os nós depois), pega seus livros e lê o final pq fica ansioso. Comenta mt safadeza nos seus vídeos te matando de vergonha.

Esteban tbm me passa a msm vibe do Enzo🫦 só irei adicionar que ele foca mais em roupas pra vc, enlouquece mt quando faz compras e vc desfila pra ele com um salto alto, sempre termina em safadeza e vc tendo que lavar as roupas novinhas. Ja falaram mt isso aq no tumblr, mas é OLD que esse homem dorme quando vc maqueia ele e fica lindao com sombras coloridas (off meu sonho ter um homem pra testar maquiagem). adora quando vc lê pra ele, principalmente as putarias do livro🕊

Simon apesar de ser nosso cachorrao, adora ter uma girly girl pra chamar de dele. Vejo mt ele como uma linguagem de amor sendo atos de serviço, sempre te ajuda com tudo, por exemplo limpa seu rosto depois da make, limpa sua estante de livros, limpa sua bancada depois de se arrumar, e tambem fica louco quando vc faz umas maquiagens mais ousadas - adora sujar de porra sua carinha cheia de blush e sombra rosa. fui🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️

O Fernando AMA ter uma princesinha e isso é algo que ele leva mt a sério☝🏻 te banca em tudo, oq vc pede ou nem pede ele ja compra e faz testar pra ele. Adora suas saias e vc toda fofinha lendo com as roupinhas bem girly💋 Entra mt na vida sexual de vcs pq asaim como citei no simon e no esteban ama vc toda arrumadinha com as roupinhas fofas pra te destruir na pica depois. em casa vc só chama ele de papi 🥰🥰🥰

[bubbleteasing]

Hello! I love all your fics, it's pretty hard to dig through sans reader insert fanfics to find decent writing haha. Do you happen to have any recommendations?

Thank you!!! And thanks for asking this- I haven't been reading many fics lately but this made me revisit a couple of old ones... They're as good as I remembered.

I'll leave a list under the cut 🙂‍↕️

Classic Sans and/or Papyrus

The Party Incident and Other Embarrassing Anecdotes by poubelle_squelette

This was such a fun read. MC sneaks into a party to eat and drink for free and when Sans asks them how they know the birthday boy (Papyrus), they say they're dating his brother.

They pretend to date eachother, which stirs a lot of drama because the mc starts being harassed, buuut they still go with it.

I also remember this had some short underfell spin off (like a couple of chapters but written with uf!Sans instead), which I was feral about.

OsteoCitation by ShittyDinner

Mc is roommates with Sans and Papyrus. They're both kind of into them, and it's really fun. Smutty too if I remember correctly.

I haven't read this one in a while (years) but I definitely will soon.

Underfell / Mafiafell

Overgrowth by SociopathicArchangel (I'm gonna give some context about this one before talking about it)

Only the overgrowth story is from the author. Anything else is not 'canon' to the flowerfell au.

This one is not shippy at all (despite some people considering it a frans fic) as per the author's headcanon. There was some drama involved with this story (the author was also a great artist and was making a comic of this au, but people were impatient and started doing their own versions of the comic even though the author wasn't ok with it), but what made the author delete the fic and the rest of their socials all together was that people started reposting the original story on Ao3 and claiming it as their own, which made the author really upset. The video linked in the title is the only thing they were ok with.

This story is very special to me. It shows how shitty Uf!Sans world is and how it affected him. Why he is the way he is and all that.

When Frisk comes to the underground, he cannot fathom anyone being nice, which makes him believe he's being played. The plot also heavily relies on resets, which I love.

The story is quite sad (and I love that too), so have your tissues ready!

Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine by Staringback

The very first Mafiafell fic there is I believe? I could be wrong but I think it is.

Technically Frans but Frisk is an adult, has different pronouns, different skin tone... I consider this a self insert with extra steps honestly.

If you think my depiction of uf/mf Sans is an asshole buckle up. This one's an obsessive asshole for no reason.

Reverse harem/multi

These sort of stories overwhelm me usually, but I still read some of them.

Aggre(g/v)ation by Llama_Goddess (this is what inspired 2x1!)

MC lives with Sans when suddenly Red and Skull (uf and ht Sanses) show up. They're cousins according to Sans, and they really like MC.

This fic is a classic, and I think everyone has read it, but if you haven't do give it a read! It'd really fun.

Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons by RecklesslyCaffeinated

I believe this one is inspired by some asks answered by llama on her Tumblr. It's the same trio as in aggre

MC is a nurse at a monster prison. There are three different skeletons there, and even though they look similar they're quite different. The one thing in common is that all of them dig her.

I love the story on this one, it feels like I'm watching a tv series if that makes any sense.

[oolongteacup426]

Guess I'm back briefly to tumblr for this.

I'm well aware that there have been some things flying around about me. That I support proshipping, frans, incest, racism - a whole bunch of things. Normally I don't give these things the time of day because who wants to waste time chasing down every little troll? The internet is the internet. I myself am not, and I have not done anything, that could support these claims.

I'm offering these screenshots to show you all that, despite attempting to write the mc of 'Lane 66' as ambiguous as possible so that she can be as close to a reader insert as possible - I still see her as her own character instead of a blank slate. 66 has more so become a chance to step into Charlie's shoes and experience the world through her than a true reader insert.

There's an important distinction I think that needs to be made. That between 'proshipper' and 'problem-shipper.' The latter is, unfortunately, also shortened to 'proshipper' despite them not being the same. A 'problem-shipper' is someone who supports problematic relationships. Underage, incest, and the like. A 'proshipper' is generally known as someone who supports any pairing EXCEPT 'problem-ships.' So you'll see a 'proshipper,' by this definition, support pairs like SansxGrillby, or MuffetxUndyne, etc. I'm the type of 'proshipper' that supports the pairings that are NOT problematic. So enjoy your GasterxAsgore or TorielxAlyphys or PapyrusxDogaressa fics. I'll support your right as a fan to love what you love as long as it doesn't hurt anyone.

I'd also like to address some creative liberties I have taken. Specifically - my writing of Undyne as bi instead of lesbian. Are y'all aware that Sans is canon asexual? You wouldn't think it based off the fandom. That's because people change things for a fanfic. Shifting something doesn't mean you're disrespecting the og character. If I had written Undyne as straight, I could see the problem. But I didn't. So where's the issue? Undyne, in my story, is still together with Alphys in a loving relationship. Yes, I've given her a crush on ADULT papyrus. Said crush only came to be AFTER he became a fully mature adult. Again - where is the issue here?

Speaking of issues - where is the evidence for any of these negative statements against me or my works? Please, present them. I want to see examples alongside these claims. Give me proof. I am more than happy to admit when I have done wrong and make apologies as needed. I am not afraid to own up to my mistakes. So again, please - show me screenshots from my stories or anything else that can prove that I'm a problem-shipping, incest, frans, and racist-supporting person. Prove me wrong about myself.

In fact - come to me directly on Discord. I'm OolongTeacup. I would love to have a conversation instead of some shitshow on tumblr, X, what have you.

Thank you and have a lovely day <3

[snzcaretaker]

𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖊

He/him or she/her, bigender, polyamorous with one current partner, androsexual (inclusive of pretty much anyone who identifies/presents as masc). I am 26, working as a digital designer and moonlighting as an artist and writer. Whump, hurt/comfort, and dacryphilia are at the heart of my life and my sexuality. I approach snz with that in mind. My main is @thewhumpcaretaker, where I share more general whump and sickfic content. There might be some repeated posts between the two.

Interests: I want to do caretaking! Colds are more interesting to me than allergies, inducing, etc. Catching sneezes with a hand/tissue is a favorite of mine. Watery eyes or crying from sneezing (or from anything vulnerable) are hot as hell. And noses in general are beautiful and sexy <3

Limits/Dislikes: Emeto, non-con. Not comfortable doing self-obs at the moment.

Asks: Very welcome! Ask for prompts or come to me when you're sick (or roleplaying being sick) and want some comfort. I ask that you please be 21 or older to roleplay, just because that is the minimum of my own preferred age range. I am also not looking for an ongoing relationship/dynamic, just fun. Thank you!

Fandoms: J/ohn W/ick, V/ampire the M/asquerade, X/-Files, B/G3. But I'd usually rather do snz stuff with OCs.

OCs Edwin x Ambrose: Time to Lie Down (Edwin's Intro) | Ambrose's Awakening (Ambrose's Intro) | Edwin's Journal | Morning Routine | Filthy Cravat | One Handkerchief Down | Taking Edwin to Bed | Hayfever | Beloved

OC Henry: Talk of the Office

Unnamed Character or Reader Insert Fics: These Damn Yale Boys | Lonely Guy with a Headcold (illustration here) | Matching Pocket Square

Blog banner: Christine of Savoy, Princess of Piedmont (1606-1663), 1606-63 (oil on canvas) by Pourbus, Frans II (1569-1622) (after); 193x117 cm; Parham House, West Sussex, UK

[marty-parties]

Happy September 15th! Which, if you didn't know, is 'leave a comment day.' I could be wrong though, since my source is a poll i took on my other blog - either way, i've come up with a fun idea.

In honour of ‘leave a comment day’ i’ve made a list of all of my favourite fanfics/authors that I can think of atm, and I wanna leave a nice little note about them and their work! This isn’t in any particular order, tbh it’s mostly me going through my AO3 bookmarks and re-reading all of my fav fanfic, haha. 

I honestly had no idea 'leave a comment day’ was a thing, and if you didn’t either, show your favourite authors that you appreciate them! Anything from a heart emoji, or a key smash, or an insightful/heartfelt comment will do wonders in terms of showing/being appreciated.

A lot of these fics below have influenced me in some way, big or small, into how/what I write today. I guess I wanted to give thanks where I could. (It’s also just really sick to make a doc full of your favourite things,and I highly implore you to do it too, even if you don’t wanna post it. (That's totally fair, no pressure.) I keep going over in my mind what I like about each fic and ‘oh, this fic is different from that, but it’s still fantastic, oh and this fic, too,’ etc. it’s such a fun little snowball effect of positivity, i definitely recommend you do this if you have time and need a pick me up, haha.)

Little note, here, If you’ve seen that I’ve read your fic, but found you’re not on the list - it’s not that I don’t like you/or work! I probably very well did enjoy it! I found as I was making this list it was taking a lot of my free time. (Free time that i’d rather like to use writing or reading more, haha.) And, I feel like this list is already so wickedly long ‘cause I can't shut my mouth to save my life, to add more might be a little bit much to read all in one go. 😅

So, please don’t be upset if that’s the case! ily *mwah* 

Also, there’s a few nsfw fics mention at the end, so if you’re a minor, pls buzz off,  that content isn’t for you! I also recommend you check the links on some of these fics. I think I’ve included warnings where I think they’re due, but you know yourself better than i do. And, who knows, I might’ve accidentally missed a tag or two - So, please take care of yourself out there! 

You’ll notice i’ve either included a source for either the authors tumbr, or AO3. I originally was going to try and do both, but i lost steam. Each story is linked to their author, on some site, promise. 

Last thing, most of these fics are in the undertale fandom, tbh. It’s been my ride or die since highschool, so i’ve got a lot of love and things to say. You won’t find any frans or foncest here, i’m a reader insert girlie, simply put, and I don't care much for those tags on the fics i read. 

Quick legend here:

Complete = complete work

Ongoing = still updating / i think they’re still update

Incomplete = either hiatus, or just incomplete

So, without further ado- 

 Road Side Attraction (Ongoing, teen+ rating) and Dirty Laundry (Complete, teen+ rating)

By Popatochisp  (AO3) / popattochisp (Tumbr)

I’m going to be grouping together fics by author. Usually when I find one I really like, i really lurk around their tumblr/AO3 for others, haha.

–AND because I can’t think of one fic without the other. I find myself going back to read them both quite frequently, usually on rotation,  they’re my little bedtime stories i keep on repeat in my mind, lol. 

I mean, if you’re in the undertale fandom how can you not know about pop? For me, them (and luluwrites, among a few others i can’t remember rn,) –were really impactful to me growing up, as I think it was to a lot of people. (Tbh they’re still impactful, actually. I find myself going back even pretty often to read the same fics I read in high school.) They’re like the one piece of media you read in English class in high school that sticks with you throughout your adult life. (Looking at you, monkey’s paw.)

Pop has like 1,000 different au’s to choose from, all with fantastic and deep characterizations and lore.( I don’t know how they do it, i’m only writing a/b ONE skeleton rn, and i feel like a hamster on a wheel trying to get his characterization right.  I couldn’t imagine doing that for every single au they have. God damn.) 

I especially love Roadside Attraction, because of how easily i can relate to it? I’m deep in the sticks, a town more populated by livestock and people. When I read this, I can really put myself i MC’s shoes - b/c i’ve been there! (Hah, maybe not the dating skeletons part, granted, lol.) But it’s such a fantastic read, I love any and all media that has a vibe that it could take place in like a   rural Montana. (think scenes in Twilight. Tall spruce/pine trees, misty morning, the possibility of seeing bigfoot, that sorta thing.) 

And Dirty Laundry? Come on, dude. What a love letter to the swapfell universe, truly. If you haven't read it, you gotta. The world building, and the changing POV’s are so damn good, that every chapter feels crisp, and like you’ve got a really good inside scoop of each character. You can’t knock the characterization in this one, fellas. All the dynamics are so dead on - how Sans and Papyrus interact, how Sans and Alphys – dude, even how Sans and Toriel interact read so deeply in character. Everyone’s motives and ideas make sense to each character and the conflict that it  brings. Big fan. 10/10, will definitely read again and again. (There’s also a ‘Menswear addition, where the reader has he/him pronouns if that’s your cup of tea!) 

Bones Picked Clean (Incomplete, teen+ rating) and) Apéritifs (Ongoing, Mature rating)

By Skelezbian (tumblr) / luluwrites (on AO3)

Woof, where do I start?? I think Bones Picked Clean is another one of the first fics I remember being a really impactful piece of undertale fanwork that stuck with me. I know they’re not the one who created the whole ‘lodge’ scenario, (if you know, you know. Thank you @Tyrant_Tortoise, we’ll be seeing you next,) but they put a spin on it that is so interesting to see. The problems feel very realistic, like something that can easily happen in a house full of busy bodies with not enough communication. And, ohmygod the MC. My first love, truly. You get to see each set of skeleton brother’s, and watch how MC’s befriends them all. Granted, they have a track record of putting themselves in dangerous situations, for reasons revealed in the fic, but they’ve got a heart of gold, and a PHD in being a sweetheart.

The horrortale boys really shine here. I haven’t read much horrortale centric fanfics, but I really like the soft horrorale’ spin. The healing after the damage, the sunshine after the storm, watching the fauna overgrow, etc. I love watching characters grow when love is shown, and here, you can really see it here. I love domesticity, and using food as a love language– which is something this fic has in spades!

(I also love love swapfell characterization in this fic, chapter 13 does a REALLY good job of walking you through the mindspace of sf pap. But in terms of favourties, i’d have to say that would be Chapter 18. You get to see sf pap’s relationship with his brother!  You really see/understand their dynamic, and how they really act as brothers behind closed doors. The other reason it’s a favourite is the inherit domesticity! Maybe I’m a sucker for the normie, slice of life, but how MC and sans chit chat at the start of the chapter is so cute! )

Warning: mention of past cannibalism, past murder, past abuse? I think that’s it, maybe check the tags to be sure. They sound scary, but I promise it’s a very sweet story. 

Ohh, Apéritifs. First of all, what a clever name! I’m a sucker for word play, and this title alone really did it for me, haha. (if you don’t get it, please google ‘define Apéritifs’, and you’ll be just as jazzed as me.)  They’re three stand alone one-shots featuring a  different skeleton each chapter. I will say, I think chapter 3 is my fav. It’s actually heavily inspired me to make one of my one shots - it’s that good! I love the world building in it, as well. Really, you can’t go wrong. (Lulu really knows how to nail flirty dialogue, in very funny ways. ‘“so, you a fan of spare ribs, or just mine?”’ (ch. 3 – Apéritifs) KILLS ME, oh my god, what a funny flirty little one-liner. 

Skeleton Squatters and The LandLady (Incomplete, teen+ rating)

By Tyrant_Tortoise (AO3) tyranttortoise (Tumblr)

Man– SSLL walked so we all could run. The amount of ‘lodge’ type fanfic dynamic i’ve seen, BECAUSE of this fic is wild. I might be wrong in saying this, but I think they were the one who came up with the whole ‘lodge’ type scenario, like all the reverse harems with all the au’s. 

I haven’t read anything of theirs in a long time, but I wanna pay my respects where respects are due. Tyrant made one hell of an influential fanfic, enough so, that I’m pretty sure if I had a timeline of fandom evolution on undertale alone– I think there would be a noticeable difference in the before and after SSLL.  Which, is so sick!! To have influenced a whole fandom with a concept that we’re still seeing it years later? (I get that trends sorta tend to last longer in fandoms than they do irl, but isn’t that such a neat thing to think about?) 

I’m going to age myself (and maybe you, reading this a bit, but–) the first chapter was posted in 2017. 2017! Isn’t that nuts to think about? I was literally 17 at the time. No WONDER it stuck with me, my teenage brain was looking for all the  serotonin it could get from fandoms.  (wow. Things haven't changed all that much for me, haha. 

Skeleton Ex Machina (Incomplete, teen+ rating)

By Cryptid_jack (AO3)

Ohh, okay, for all the SSLL fans out there, you probably already know who cryptid_jack is. And if not, I'll gladly tell you!

They’ve made this cool ass AI AU (it’s a LOT cooler than it sounds, I promise!) in their words, ‘a fanfic of a fanfic’ that’s actually in Skeleton Squatters and The LandLady (see above.) I’d recommend reading SSLL to fully understand this - although, if you’re good at picking up context clues, or maybe don’t mind missing some context, I don’t necessarily think you’d have to, since jack does a really good job of showing the reader everything that’s going on. (although, i really  recommend you do.)

I think this au is so cool, it’s literally tagged as ‘Quarantine Sans’ (which, i’ll be the first to say, that maybe that name didn’t hold up too well, with recent 2020 events, an’ all that. Pandemic aside, it’s a cool name for an AU!) 

It’s also really fun to see two friends in the fandom interact with each other's works like this. Even reading the note at the start of the fic, you can just feel the camaraderie and care that went into paying each other's proper respects. 

Big big ups, hats off to proper manners and friendship!

All’s Fair In Love and (Prank) War (Incomplete, teen+ rating)

By torrikor (AO3)

Ohh, this is a short and sweet 2 chapter read. I don’t the author is going to circle back to it, but i suggest you read it anyways! the idea is so so good! In essence, MC and sf sans are roommates, and MC starts a prank war. I love love love their dynamic, their bickering is a real treat to read, that, coupled with their size difference? Sign me up!

My Favorite Thing (Complete, teen+ rating) and A Conversation Starter ( Complete, teen+ rating) 

By peachwhimzy (AO3) peachwhimzy-things (Tumblr)

I’m a slut for their characterization of sf pap here, oh my god. Both are so so good, and i know  i must sound like a broken record by saying I love how this author interpreted his character - but i can’t help it! So many people have good ideas and ways to showcase a character! Sue me.  

A Conversation Starter is another one that’s inspired me to write a little one-shot. It’s so fantastically written, sf Papyrus and MC are at a bus station, both the first human and monster either have met. The world building is subtle, but wonderfully done. MC is so damn cute in this, and so is Papyrus, who’s really just trying to keep the conversation going, lol. There’s a delightful slice of life aspect to this. 

Honestly, a lot of of Peach’s work feel very domestic, and sweet, and romantic. Sorta like i’m reading a studio Ghibli movie. Do yourself a favour and go check em out!

Late Night Shift Romance (Complete, teen+ rating)

By Inumaru12 (AO3)

The one fic on here that’s not a romance,how about that. (I guess that’s not technically true. There's possibly something budding, if you squint. I always read it as platonic friendship- it’s fanfic! Read it with whatever context you’d like!)

Burgerpants and MC are at the same convenient store late at night, and there’s a robbery. Friendship ensues. I love seeing the background character of undertale, and honestly, who doesn't relate to Burgerpants? Perpetually working shitty minimum wage jobs, trying to chase his dreams - that’s rough. I appreciate a character who can give a nod to class solidarity.. I think Inmuaru12 did so well writing his character, it feels like he was plucked out of the game himself, haha. 

My Dearly Detested Delivery Man, (Complete, teen+ rating) and Black Coffee (Complete, general audiences rating) 

By Little_old_lady (AO3)

Lol yet another set of swap fics, haha. (Yet another great example of different interpretations of the swapfell au!)

My Dearly Detested Delivery man is so  fun, I love an ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ type of fic. I love the dialogue, it’s so funny! Like almost sitcom-esk with how good the one liners are. I think my favourite thing about writing fanfic is the dialogue- but reading what other authors have cooked up is such a treat, too. I love seeing authors with a certain brand of wit/cleverness they think the character would have, and seeing their own comedy bleed through, too sometimes. Little_old_lady does a good job showing the reader what you can gleam from the characters with how they talk to each other, in a way that sets the tone for their relationship. (whether it’s platonic, romantic, etc.)  There’s so many ways you can show friendship, but I think the “passion” (lmao I don’t know what else to call it!)  that’s at the heart of any argument is what can create the difference between friends arguing, vs two people who could be more. (Better put, I think what I like about two characters arguing is the sorta obvious chemistry it can create.) 

Black Coffee does a good job about that too! I’ll be the first and last to say that I love any characters whose love language is ‘argue’ (lol even though irl I wouldn’t last long in any relationship like that, haha. ) I can be hit or miss with a soulmate au, but there’s another layer that I think undertale adds another level to in a soulmate au-since the game established that monsters and magic are real— that it almost feels a little more plausible of an au, than say, a soulmate AU of parks and rec? (no hate on the au or parks and rec, haha. I guess it just feels more “realistic” being that undertale is already a world made of magic, that magical soulmates, is one more step into weird that also makes sense?) I also love the bro-ship mc has with pap, in this one. Coming from someone who’s constantly worked retail/with customers one-on-one, somedays you want to go ape shit, so it’s nice to see an MC who can.

Half Your Age Plus Seven (Complete, teen+ rating) 

By KassyKins

Ohhh, what a little treat this was to read. Tragedy! Romance! Love-rivalry! (NOT a love triangle!) People just Trying to do their best, they’ve got it all! This is another MC i’m in love with. They know what they love, and what they’re passionate about, but when push comes to shove, they’ll choose their family over themselves every single time. I think it’s a very admirable trait to have, integrity, and the ability to self-sacrifice.  I think those two tropes/characteristics can really lead a story in so many interesting directions - weather it be an MC who’s too self-sacrificing, giving parts of themselves to everyone, leaving nothing for themselves, or an MC who’s pushing themselves through the ringer trying to do what they think is right according to their integrity, burning them up in the process.  In this particular case, it’s maybe a little bit of both, coupled with (sad) a slice of life meet cute, with a healthy dose of growing pains. 

There’s something about it that always hits extra hard to me, the ‘thrust into the lime light, or power, or a position they have no business being in. But, they’ve got people on the line, their people to take care of, so by god they’ll try.’ There’s something so tragic and poetic about it – but who knows, maybe I'm waxing poetic about the eldest daughter trope. 

This fic really nicely written, and there’s so many fun hijinks and shenanigans in there to make you chuckle. Featuring another MC who’s able to shout at their boss and get away with it- big ups from me, lets goooooo working class!

Fair warning, this is a notable age gap from MC and swapfell gold sans. It is talked about in the story as well. I personally don’t mind it too much, but if that’s a no-go from you, you’ve been warned. (Maybe just check the tags on this one, (spoilers!) I know someone gets pregnant later. But, I know that can freak some folks out, so, heads up.) 

There’s some smut mentioned, but it doesn’t go into detail about it, so i’ll leave it above the NSFW section. Just fair warning! (Maybe not a story for minors? I don’t know, read at your own discretion if you are?) 

For the smut mention, be warned that I couldn’t find any age in their bio, do with that what you will. 

And Now It’s Crystal Clear(Complete, teen+ rating)

By nighttimelights (AO3)

Oh, man. What another banger read. 

Fun fact- i read this in . . . highschool? But i forgot the name of the fic,and it took me FOREVER, im talking YEARS before I found it again. I actually gave up the hunt, and just found it again one day– what an utter joy that was for me to rediscover it. I felt like I ran into my highschool sweetheart at the grocery store after not thinking about them in years. 

It’s really cool concept on the whole ‘machine gaster’ situation. I respect someone so damn much who incorporates a bit of sci-sfi in their fics, I have no idea how to write it, but I love to read it/see it in media. So to see it, and understand it, and how it’s relevant to the plot is a real treat!

I also love the ending.  :)

Wish Bone (Ongoing, Explicit rating)

By timeofjuly

I could not, in good conscience make this list without including my bestie, the OG and probably the reason why I'm actually posting what I'm writing today. I really can’t sing their praises high enough – but for the sake of comment day, I sure can try, haha.

July really does a good job of creating a wicked atmosphere in her works. The stark difference between Wish Bone (a political romance drama) and Resisting the Currents (reverse harem, but the gf likes you too. It's linked in the nsfw section, please check it out if you can.) is so incredible – they’re really an author that can do both, haha. Even though both fics are so different, what they have in common is their ability to get you right in your feelings, in whichever way the story calls for. 

In Wishbone  – Flint (the MC) has a bad case of being a massive asshole, that’s verging on becoming chronic. Their paranoia has caused their head to permanently be a swivel, and they’ve developed a taste for their own brand of Justice (however malicious as it is.)  That sounds like the start of a vigilante story, but in all truth, Flint is a dick. Which, is another thing July is great at! Writing MC’s who are assholes! You love to hate them, you hate that you love them! 

This is a MC x sf Pap, and later X sf Sans as well, If you’re hoping for a sappy romance, you’ve come to the wrong place. This is a reluctant soulmate AU fic, a fantastic spin on the traditionally very romantic au, a meet ugly, sort of vibe. If you love arguing, political drama, fantastic world building, and a very, sad, broken MC – you’re going to love this. Hell, even if how I described it doesn’t sound appealing to you – I implore you to check it out anyways. July will absolutely knock you on your ass with her writing. By god, there’s themes, motifs and symbolism that I'm not smart enough to analyse, let alone talk about. Whether July intentionally put them there or not, I have no idea, but they’re there and it adds another layer of depth in a delightfully, painful soul crushing way. 

Go, see what I mean for yourself! 

Tbh, i feel like I could go on forever about what I love about their fics, and my little personal theories on them – but I feel like I already look pretty unhinged. For the sake of my ego, i’ve gotta move on. 

In terms of warnings, I think I sorta covered them? There's Plenty of anger, and hatred, ummm monster phobia? There might be some sorta nsfw stuff down the line, thus the rating, but as it stands now it’s smut free! Just a heads up, I suppose. 

 In Two weeks time and Red is my favorite color

By who_wants_a_muffin (AO3) 

My other current ongoing fav, in two weeks time! Another swapfell sans one, to the surprise of absolute of no one, haha. 

This MC is a dude! A man! Which is a refreshing change up, I don’t think there’s many many fics out there with a male leaning/male dominant MC’s. The characterization of MC is very good, 

is so so good, it’s and X sf sans, and he’s got the exact right amount of snark and sass to keep you coming back, haha. (Or, I guess in this case, he keeps coming back. MC works at the pool he frequents.) Their banter is really fun to read, bordering on bickering, really. They’re almost like a little old married couple, haha. Which is to say, you can really feel the chemistry they have even though they’re basically strangers. 

sf Papyrus is such a little shit in this one, i love it. He’s perpetually the youngest brother, and how Muffin writes him is so snarky and funny, and very endearing. 

The chapters are short and sweet, enough so that you can read it a few times in the same day and still enjoy it, even though his updating schedule is crazy fast! I don’t know how he does it, but they’re just motoring along, haha. I get excited whenever I get an email saying Muffin updated. It’s like a little treat to brighten your week.

I’ve been reading a bit of his other stuff, and he just gets it! Like the dynamic between MC and fell sans in Red in my favorite color, is just perfect. I love the soft!underfell au, and he does a really good job of capturing how underfell sans straddles the line between being a bad boy, and a boy that's not all that bad.

I also love the notes he writes, ‘Hello gays and other assorted sillies!’ (from Chapter 2 in Red in my favorite color,) Like COME ON, that’s so funny! 

– Undertale related 

Bonley Hearts Club (Demo available, Ongoing, teen+ rating) 

Bonely Hearts Club (tumblr) 

owl-bones (tumblr) is the Developer and Director and (self proclaimed! I’m not being mean!) Lead Nerd.  Here is a link to their cast, although it might not be fully updated. (It’s  \a big one, so I'm going to leave it as a link.) 

I don’t even know how to begin to explain my love for Bonely Hearts Club. It’s a fanmade game, made entirely of love, which you can tell, even before you play it. The sprites are so cute, and fantastic, and the writing is so in character and on point, do not get me started on the voice acting - which is also incredible. I’m not kidding, when I first played the demo, I immediately followed the voice actors on tumblr after, haha. 

This is the kinda piece of art that you just stand back and look at it, and just go ‘wow’. It’s such a big undertaking! I know very little about game development, but from what i vault remember from my comp sci class - is that is’s hard. Mad respect from me to Owl, and everyone a part of the team/process. 

This is off topic, but I wonder if Toby Fox has read any of these fics, or played the demo of this dating sim, like in the same way Alex Hursh has played a bit of Swooning Over Stans: A Grunkle Dating Sim. I’d pay serious money to have Toby play the dating sim demo. God, could you imagine the energy in that livestream? It would be goddamn electric.

[ Soul Redacted ] (Completed, teen rating) and The Great Noodle Jape (Completed, teen rating) 

By nighttimepixels (game jolt) nighttimepixels (tumblr) 

// active twitter lethalhoopla  

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Good god, talk about a . . .what, triple, quadruple threat? There’s nothing nighttimepixels can’t do. They write, they make art, they’ve made two complete games, (and the beginning of another,) and they animate!! Like oh my god! Another love letter to the fandom, everything they do is so so good. 

[Soul Redacted] is a very cool rpg sidescroller explorer/mystery, and i’d say a touche of sci-fi in there, too. It has fantastic writing, and features Q! (from Cryptid_jack au, in Skeleton Squatters and The LandLady fromTyrant_Tortoise  fic! see above for all!) Truth be told, I got a little scared playing this. Granted, I played it at like 2 am in the dark - and I am a coward lol. I don’t think the average person will get scared, but fair warning anyways, haha. 

They’re not into the undertale fandom anymore, I don't think. Which is sad to hear, but also understandable. It’s not fun making art and other creations if you’ve lost that spark there. However, if you’re a mass effect fan, they’re making a bunch of art on their other bog. I personally really love their art style, so i’ll gladly keep checking back. Also, there’s so much undertale content on their blog that you’ll be good for a long while. And if not, you can always go back and look again! If you can’t experience it for the first time, the next best thing is to experience it again. 

Warning: I think there’s some flashing lights at some point? Maybe double check the tags on that one if that’s a concern for you. 

The Great Noodle Jape is so damn cute. As night put it, ‘a visnov style silly whodunit’, which I think it captures it perfectly. The writing is so fun, all the characters feel very well written/in character, and i love how they all interact with each other. As well, the sprites are so fantastic! Night has that kind of art style where you just know it's theirs without needing to confirm. 

No warnings that I could think of, other than you’ll be wishing for the experience of playing it for the first time once you’re done.

– non-Undertale related fics - 

Cult of the Lamb—

The Rehabilitation of Death 

By bamsara (AO3) / bamsara (Tumblr)

WOOF. I am an ‘happy ending angst’ lover, and a ‘energies to lovers slow burn,’ and this fic takes the cake on both regards. Truly, who could pine better than a god, who’s named literally ‘The One Who Waits’? What an aptly named character for one of the major troupes in the fic, haha.

But for all you freaks out there (lol me) who don’t mind horror some of the time, I recommend reading it! Even if you’re not into CoTL, the pining is so goddamn good! (Considering it’s about gods, they’ve been pining for hundreds of years without even knowing it–  the slowest of burns, like oh my GOD.) Bam also is known to post longer chapters- so if you like a read that lasts a couple days, PLEASE do yourself a favour and check it out. I don’t wanna spoil anything, but they’re getting to the part where the main couple is starting to be nice to each other, plus, the subplot B couple is starting to sorta shack up too. There are so many good, funny dynamics that are in this fic, that I don’t have enough words to properly explain them. 

They also make fantastic artwork and sketches for just about each scene in their fics - which for all you visual girlies out there (myself, haha.) I think you’d appreciate it! I wish I was that type of triple threat, but I think i’d burn out too quickly if I was also drawing scenes of my fics – which is why I think it’s so impressive when other authors/artists do it! 

 They do art streams pretty frequently, too, and they make stickers too! A true triple threat, 

Just, fair warning-  like Cult of the Lamb (the game the fic is based off,)  this fic mentions a lot about gore, and death, and mention of cults and religion. So if any of that is a turn off, or something you don’t like to read about, this might not be your cup of tea. 

Non-fanfic Undertale fandom related material– 

FNAF—

Solar Lunacy (Incomplete, Mature)

By BamSara

(I kept these two separate on the account they’re different fandoms, lol) 

I was very briefly into the FNAF fandom, I only read a handful of fics— but Solar Lunacy really stuck with me!

Robots with trauma! An overly curious MC! I think what I like most about this, is how driven mc is? Usually it gets them into trouble, haha, but I love that troupe where the MC really puts themselves through the wringer looking for answers. (I.e like ford and bill from gravity falls.)  

What’s not to love? For all you robot fans out there, it’s pretty sick! I’m sure if you dig deep enough on Bam’s tumblr you’ll find all their old DCA fanart, and draw parts from this fic. 

Fair warning! Scary robots, the regular tags of the fnaf fandom (past child abuse/past child murder), robots don’t understand boundaries, maybe check the tags on this one, just in case. 

Sleuth Jesters (Series!) (Complete, teen+ and mature ratings, depending on which fic in the series you’re reading.)

By naffeclipse (AO3)

This was the other FNAF fanfic that really stuck with me when I had the robot bug. (lol)  I’ll be the first one to admit that I’m not overly into the whole ‘mafia boss’ side of self-ships, but if I had to choose one to read for the rest of time –  it would definitely be this one. It’s like a detective noir, where mc is the vigilante who’s only law they follow is their grey moral code - but usually it’s for the good! So you can’t really feel to bad about that, haha. 

Tbh it’s almost hard to verbalise what I like about it, it’s one of those fics that give you a feeling you can’t name, and it’s so frustrating to have this unnamed feeling you can’t quite pinpoint! (PLEASE tell me some of ya’ll know what i’m talking about!)

I feel so tragically for the MC, if that makes sense? They’re constantly putting themselves in harm's way for answers, and for others.  They’re selfless, yet selfish, and they never let anyone too close, except for when they do. There’s some heavy themes and very toxic relationships, but there’s a happy ending! 

Ahh warning for a very possessive, toxic robot, and kidnapping in later fics - i suggest you read the tags just in case! Bam is really good at tagging triggers accordingly, 

Fair warning: blood and injury, very possessive character, toxic relationships (one sided), mention of injury, violence, kidnapping, guns, gunshot  wounds, shootouts, broken bone- probably some more. I recommend checking the tags on this one as well, just to be on the safe side. 

NSFW Below – Minors get out of here pls!

A quick mention, before I get into this–

I tried to check and make sure all the authors below are all well over 18, i’ve indicated which link has their age posted in their bio’s if you’d like to check for yourself. If I couldn’t find it, I made sure to be clear that I don't know. 

Just doing some light housekeeping, here. You should also check the tags on each fic for what kinda . . . stuff it has, lol. 

Play With Me (Incomplete, explicit rating) 

By grimrester (AO3) / grimrester  (tumblr/ age in bio here.) 

Oh my god. Oh my god! For all you queers on the ace/aromatic spectrum just like me, this is the fic for you!

I could easily go back and read this again and again - tbh I already do. It’s plot with porn, and then it turns into porn with plot, but emotional!  love the relationship between MC and Sans. There's something about their intimacy that’s so casual (maybe not the right word for what I mean,) but vulnerable, and realistic, but very enthusiastic and personal? I don’t think I even have the right words to properly and fully describe what all I like about this fic, but what I do know is that I like it a lot, haha. 

I like that it shows sex and intimacy in a different way. I know it’s pretty common for undertale smut to have some kind of ecto junk involved - this one doesn’t. I personally, like the creativity involved in thinking different ways a person can get off that isn’t just penetration. (Don’t get me wrong, that’s in here too, but that comes a little bit later.) 

I’m also s Big Fan of the sf sans interpretation here. It’s like a soft swapfell, one of my favourite version of him. I said it already, but there’s so many ways a person can go with his character, and I really really like the worldbuilding. It’s a nice subtle nod told through the characters. I love his relationship he has with Alphys, it all feels so incredibly in line with the character, even though he’s a swapfell version, he still does have some sort of friendship with her – even if to him it’s under a guise. To me, it’s one of those things that you can see the core traits that make him a sans, and that’s a hard needle to thread! Just an all around great character study. 

ALSO, I think I have a particular penchant for MC’s with oddly specific niche jobs?? In my heart of hearts, Pixy’s (the name of the arcade MC owns in Play with Me) is like right next door to Faunas (the name of the pot store my MC owns in Into The Weeds.) 

Warnings: i’m pretty sure this one is tagged accordingly on AO3, so i’m not going to tag it all here, just know there’s smut. 

Something Good (Ongoing, Mature) 

By skeletonlvr22 (AO3)

WARNING: No age in bio that I could find. This fic isn’t at the smut yet - but becuase of the 'eventual smut' tag, and for the sake of transparency, i’m letting you know. (I’m like 90% sure this person is an adult though, since there’s a tag thanking their husband for their help.) Do what you will with this info, you’ve been warned. 

This is another one of my current reading obsessions lately! 

I think i’m realizing I have a particular penchant for some of the lesser known au’s? (niche, I suppose?) Fellswap Gold Pap sets out on his own in only his trusty bus, to explore the surface above, away from the (over-) protective eyes of his brother. 

This is the escape fantasy of my dreams. A stray skeleton on the adventure of his lifetime, seeing the sights and the city lights. The romance portion in the later chapters is so damn cute too, it’s very much the ‘first love’, type of romance that’s very sweet and charming. (also, c’mon, who doesn't love a coming of age story?) Love love seeing a Fellswap Gold fic, and a Papyrus based one, too! People are so damn creative, I never would've ever thought of this plot for a fic, but now that I know it’s real, I love it!I I’m really not kidding when I say it’s prime escape fantasy material -  I think it would be the cats ass to have a van and travel across north america, thanks skeletonlv22 for letting me vicariously live through Pap in your fic. :) 

Warning: Only the ones i’ve given at the top! It’s a very cute story. I put it in the NSFW section b/c of the eventual smut, there’s none in it now – although, they certainly are starting to get flirty. 

Resisting the Currents (Ongoing, Explicit) 

By timeofjuly (AO3) timeofjuly (Tumblr) 

WARNING: No age in bio that I could find, but I’ve been chit-chatting with July for months now and i’m 99.99% sure they’re well above 18. It’s not my info to give out, and i’m trying to be transparent on my end, do with this info what you will! 

Edit: age confirmed in the tags!

This is easily another fav of mine for sure. 

Resisting the Currents is a reverse harem fic (with all the au’s!) but with a twist - the gf likes you too! It’s a refreshing take on the ‘reverse harem’ tag you see often in the undertale fandom - and holy shit, truly ‘only love can hurt like this.’ The relationship they have with the MC is so painful, verging on devastating. There’s love there! There is! But there’s also hurt, and a lot of it, the kind that doesn’t just go away, not on its own, anyway. I’m trying not to spoil too much, because I truly think you should read it for yourself. 

But, Oh My God, their MC? Holyshit- I have a(n aforementioned) weakness for impressionable MC’s, oftentimes, I end up loving them more than the love interest in the fics.  I can’t help it! The electrician is personable, relatable, and funny! They’re a lovable goofball with a rough past, with a history of doing the wrong things.They're recovering/recovered? (I’m not too sure which is the correct term, here,) drug addict, and they’ve come a long way! They’ve changed a lot, and I love love love to see that kind of realism in an MC. 

If you’re reading RtC (which you should be,) you can 100% see me going apeshit in the comments trying to figure out what the elections and Quinn’s deal is. (ESPECIALLY chapter 11!

(Sorry if they’re not coherent, at one point, those theories made sense in my head, but looking back on them, I think they’re more so like the crazed ramblings of a conspiracy theorist, haha.) 

This fic is in the NSFW section b/c it does have a chapter where two characters get it on, but i can’t say that’s what the whole story is about. I put it down here to be safe rather than sorry, haha. 

Ahh, fair warning, there is past drug mention, and past abuse child abuse I think? Plus, a bit of mention of religion and the negative effects that can have on a person. Read the tags just to be safe!

Shark Teeth (Complete, Mature rating)

By luluwrites (AO3) skelezbian (Tumblr)

Warning: No age in bio that I could find. If it makes you feel any better, they joined AO3 in 2012, while I joined in 2016 and i’m 24 currently. I’m not good at math, but I think we’re all in the clear here. But like always, do with this info what you will! 

I will say, this isn’t full on smut - it’s saucy, but I’m trying to keep anything suggestive, kinda together? 

Not to divulge myself too furiously here, but uh–There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about Shark teeth. C’mon. Y'all get it, right? It’s just a funny, saucy little number! A funny moment that happens between couples that we get to see. There’s so many different interpretations on the fellswaps, (I know i’ve said it a lot,) but Lulu’s just happens to be one of my favourites interpretations!! Sf Sans is a very precarious character, and I think Lulu does a good job showing that the swaps can be written in a multitude of ways, he doesn’t just have to be the dickhead all the time, lmao. They really do a good job showing how he shines, y’know?

Warning: teeth and/or biting? Not full on smut, or anything, but it is saucy. So, take that into consideration. 

The Fulfilling Ordeal of Being Known (Complete, explicit) 

By nighttimepixels (tumblr) / // active on twitter lethalhoopla (age mention in bio here) 

Ohhh, for all my sapphics out there – you’re going to love this. 

Blade (fem  horrortale sans, who’s apart of her ‘Lillytale’ au, a sapphic take on all the au’s,) and MC settling down for a nice night in, MC playing breath of the wild (BIG UPPS, great game, lol) while Blade plays some games of their own - hopefully you get the picture. 

Just some great lady-lovin’ smut! Size difference! If you love the pillow princess treatment, this is the fic for you.

Warnings: (Lesbians? Queers?) really going to town on each other, def NSFW. Check the tags before reading, it’s nothing Dead Dove, or anything - just want you to be aware. 

mothiepixie (tumblr / age in bio here)

mothiepixie (twitter, age in bio here too) 

No fic to tag, but their art? AHHHHH. They’re more active on twitter than tumblr since The Ban, but ohhh their art is very, very good. Very great if you like fictional hunky men, and beautiful shapely ladies. 

Warnings: tasteful (shameless) smut, you’ve been warned, lol

Woof. That was a lot of typing. If you made it this far, circle back to one of the recommendations above and get to reading!

[bugzbun]

The Nanny x reader (GN)

Fran Fine strolled through the park on a beautiful, sunny afternoon. Her heels clicked with each step she took on the path. She couldn't resist the allure of fresh air and greenery, even in the midst of her busy life. (Not according to Mr. Sheffiled but what did he know.) As she walked, she noticed a young person sitting on a bench, looking a bit lost and honestly, a little upset, quietly muttering to themselves.

Fran stood for a bit, watching as the person she hasn't met yet, sigh and run a hand through their [h/c] hair, before she approached them with her signature confidence and warmth, Fran struck up a conversation.

"Hey there, sweetheart, are you new in town?"

The young person looked up, startled by Frans sudden presence, their eyes filled with surprise and relief at the brunette woman who held a kind smile on her face.

"Yeah, just moved here. My name's [Y/N], and I'm trying to find a job." They started, with a sigh. "I'm having no luck."

Fran thought for a moment before she smiled kindly and sat next to [y/n] on the bench. "I'm Fran Fine. Nice to meet you, [Y/N]. Don't worry, we'll find you something. You've got that spark. Tell me, what kind of work are you looking for?"

[Y/N] explained their skills and aspirations to Fran, who listened curiously and as it turns out, [y/n] was a rather remarkable cook! Describing all they knew to make to Fran. With this knowledge, Fran's mind started racing with ideas. 

She knew Niles didn't really like to cook. (In the last season, its quoted that he hadn't made a meal in 6 years, a year before Fran started working and was secretly ordering takeout.)  So why not bring in someone to help? Fran was sure with a little convincing and with Niles on board, she knew that would be a given, Mr. Sheffield would surely agree to it. 

With that, Fran gasped excitedly, waving her hands frantically at her brilliant idea, "Doll, Why don't I ask my boss?" 

[Y/n] blinked at Frans sudden enthusiastic outburst but couldn't help but smile a little, "You think he'll hire me?" 

"Honey you just leave him to me." Fran started, pulling out her compact mirror from her handbag, opening it and smiling at her reflection before swiping her pinky across her teeth. "Just let me work my magic, he wont say no to me."

She winked, while closing her mirror and placing it back in her bag, before standing up and dusting herself off, adjusting her skirt. The two exchanged numbers and Fran promised to call as soon as she could. 

With a wave, the two said their farewells and Fran made way to the Sheffield residence, with a skip in her step. 

Fran Fine arrived at the elegant Sheffield residence with a sense of determination strong in her. She knew that convincing her boss, Maxwell Sheffield, to hire [Y/N] as the new cook wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make her case if it was the last thing she'll do.

As she entered the grand foyer, she was greeted by Niles, the butler, who raised an eyebrow at Fran's unusually determined expression. "Ah, Miss Fine, what has you so fired up today?"

Fran flashed Niles a confident smile as she removed her coat and hung it in the coat closet next to the door. "Niles, darling, I've got a brilliant idea, and it involves Mr. Sheffield. Is he in?"

Niles, always amused by Fran's antics, gestured back towards the study. "He's in his office, Miss Fine. Good luck with whatever scheme you've cooked up this time."

Fran chuckled softly and made her way to Maxwell's office. She knocked lightly on the door before entering.

Maxwell Sheffield, a refined and composed man in his mid-40s, was sitting behind his desk, engrossed in paperwork. He looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes at Fran's unexpected visit.

"Ah, Miss Fine, what brings you here?"

Fran entered the room with her trademark flair and confidence, striding over to Maxwells desk and sitting on the edge with her legs crossed. "Mr. Sheffield, I've got something to discuss with you, and I think you'll love it. It's about our kitchen."

Maxwell raised an eyebrow at this. "My kitchen? What's going on, Miss Fine?"

Fran began to explain her encounter with [Y/N], their impressive cooking skills, and how hiring them as the new cook could be a game-changer for the Sheffield household.

"Just think about it!" She said, spreading her hands out in front of her, (think SpongeBob saying "Imagination") as to paint a vivid picture of delicious meals.

"You could have whatever you desire!" She exclaimed, thinking about the desserts [y/n] had mentioned they knew to make, Fran could feel her mouth salvitaiting, she could really go for a chocolate right now. She dissmised the thought, she couldn't get distracted.

Fran continued, "Mr Sheffield, Imagine all that plus a happier Niles who wouldn't have to worry about the kitchen anymore." She stated with a smile, and like she expected, Niles, who was listening in, opened the door to the study. 

"I agree with Miss Fine!" Exclaimed Niles, before clearing his throat. Maxwell listened intently to Fran and rolled his eyes at Niles.

But his skepticism started giving way to genuine interest. He admired Fran's passion and dedication, and he couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea.

Fran looked at Maxwell with hopeful eyes. "So, Mr. Sheffield, what do you say? Can we give [Y/N] a chance?"

Maxwell leaned back in his chair, considering Fran's proposal. "Fran, I must admit, your enthusiasm is infectious. Let's meet this [Y/N] and discuss the possibility. If they impress us as much as you say, we may just have ourselves a new cook."

Niles silently cheered before walking out to avoid any comment from Mr. Sheffield as Fran beamed with delight.

"You won't regret it, Mr. Sheffield! [Y/N] is a sure culinary genius, and I have a good feeling about this."

Maxwell smiled. "Very well, Fran. Let's arrange a meeting. But, remember, if this doesn't work out, it's on your shoulders."

Fran nodded enthusiastically. "Deal, Mr. Sheffield. You won't be disappointed."

And so, the wheels were set in motion, thanks to Fran's determination and charm. The prospect of [Y/N] becoming the Sheffield household's new cook brought excitement and anticipation to the grand old household. 

A/n: I've been rewatching The Nanny. This is just for fun.

Ofcourse I don't own any right to any characters names used, ect.

Next part here

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48 HOUR REQUESTS

That's right! Requests are open again for 48 hours! Feel free to go crazy, (lightly) spam if you'd like! I've gotta fill the queue so!

As always, below is a list of what I will/won't write, as well as what fandoms I write for currently! I recommend looking at my pinned for more info if you're confused!

All the info you'll need is under the cut!

WILL WRITE

Short headcanon posts will be open! Each request you may ask up to 3-4 characters or simply focus on one if you'd prefer!

Alternatively I have prompt lists for you to choose ideas from, though do note that it's limited to 3 prompts and 1 character per req if you go this route!

Readers with various traits (ex. Shy, artist, winged! There is a unclear max on traits, it really depends on what each requested trait it!)

Fluff, angst, platonic.. really most of anything is allowed!

WONT WRITE

NSFW- this is not the NSFW blog!-- you're free to ask for the NSFW blog so long as your age is stated somewhere otherwise you will be denied. Further pushing will result in a block!

No nasty topics (incest, rape, ect). Darker topics are allowed in passing so long as it's vague and off screen- and violence is not inflicted by shipped characters to the reader or vice versa. Really it's a "better to ask" scenario

No ocs, I only do inserts- sorry!

Really I'm down with most of anything, I'll speak up if there's something I can't do!

HOW TO REQUEST

Some characters are strictly only platonic, if you're unsure ask! Some characters are also fully off limits due to comfort- again, ask!

Romantic!!! Requests where a male reader is shipped with a lesbuan reader/the inverse- this only applies to Canon. For aro characters assume it's queer platonic rather than romantic

Just send it to the inbox! Any requests sent through any other means will be ignored as I cannot reasonably or reliably keep up otherwise!

FANDOMS

Creepypasta

Fran Bow/Little Misfortune

Cult of the lamb

Friday the 13th

Texas chainsaw massacre (og and 2010s remake)

The boy

Hero 108 (limited, still rewatching so expect inaccuracies)

Dandys world

The amazing digital circus

Codename kids next door

Hazbin hotel/Helluva Boss

Fnaf sb (though I'm biased for the dca)

[sugurump4]

I would write but I have a slurring problem so it make it harder for me to write so that why I use ai to do it for me

1. that's just fem/gn reader content, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. i agree that there should be representation for everyone, and male readers are less, but there are specific tags and accounts with ONLY male and amab reader, so i don't see the problem. also i'm personally not concerned by it as i do only read fem and gn readers, but again, there's plenty of malexmale stuff, and ftm representation in readers too.

2. it's ok to not write things yourself if you have a slurring problem, but posting ai content as your own is honestly lame. if you really want to use a program that steals from others, at least keep what comes out of it to yourself or your friends. you can't just post it on a public account as "your writing". you're not a lazy writer as you don't write at all, but trust me it's even worse to claim an AI work as yours.

3. this literally has barely anything to do with the post of yours i addressed. you brag about forcing people to quit writing about things they like, and there's not excuse for that.

i suggest you get off this platform for a while and mature a little tbh, it pities me to see how you're just ridiculizing yourself in front of a whole community.

[luceracastro]

helloooo! first of all, i love your writing so so so much! love the switch between the english and the spanish

i’m in my first year of university and i’m studying geology but i have a lot of math, programming and chemistry and physics (besides the “rock subjects”)

so, based on that (self-inserted cof cof) could i request headcanons or a oneshot with the cast (lsdln - enzo/matias/kuku/fran/blas/agus pardella) and fem!reader that is a STEAM student (she’s extremely intelligent, entered first on the course she wanted, on the university she wanted) but she’s going through a rought patch and entering the burn-out phase? really needing a comfort fic rn tbh 😅

love everything you write! muchos abrazos 🫂🫶🏼

The boys comforting you when you feel stressed from school head-cannons

(Enzo/Matías/Kuku/Fran/Blas/Agua paradella) x fem!reader

A/n: Omg Anon I am so happy you requested this I literally had lots of fun thinking and writing about this! I do hope school gets better my love I know it can sometimes be super stressful but I do hope this cheers you up love!

Summary: How would the boys act when you feel stressed or struggle with school

Enzo

I feel like he would notice something was up when you were completely quiet and not as smiley or energetic as before, how you’d look down at your assignments and computer with a gloom expression but he couldn’t understand why, you were passionate about your work so what happened?

He realized what was up when you loudly groaned and slammed your computer shut walking to your room, so he decided to talk to you about it

Of course he’d be there for you, talk to you, encourage you but still respected your feelings and stress and kept awareness to it

He’s take you out to your favorite cafe to study and order you your favorite drink and pastry, sit with you and encourage you when you felt like something was too hard

He would even make you relaxation tea and get you or make you your favorite food when you felt too overwhelmed and needed a break

Overall it soon passed and you realized his comfort and help was super helpful in those times

Matías

He honestly would be clueless at your demeanor at first, until sooner than later he gets the clear clues

He tries to convince you that maybe all you need is some sleep and you deny until he coaxes you into bed with him, he gives you soft comforting back scratches and you do fall asleep

He takes the time to make you your favorite foods and once you wake he feeds you which honesty does lift your mood up

Then he prepares you both mate and sits with you at the table working on your school work, he isn’t a STEM genius like you but his support and encouragement is more than enough

Before your lectures the next day he sends you off with a loving kiss and encouragement and he is there to pick you up right after with your favorite drink and takes you to get a bite to eat

He is there every step of the way helping you and encouraging you that soon that burnout feeling passes

Kuku

Well Kuku of course was a little older than you, and he didn’t know much about what you studied about but he was super supportive

He noticed you were stressed and just didn’t have the same passion about school like you did before and no way in hell would he allow that

He planned these study dates, you’d both go to this chill cafe near your shared apartment where he’d order a number of pastries and coffee or good looking drinks and you’d be more in the mood

He would stay up late with you encouraging you to work on your assignments and he would even try looking up online YouTube lessons (it wasn’t very successful except one time and it was brief but he tried)

Once you came home with a good grade he’d be over the top excited and that alone will slowly encourage you back into your passion for school and your major especially when you both talk more about it

Fran

Fran definitely was very observant and already knew what was going on, he was worried but knew it was time to step in when it was visible that this had a mental affect on you

He had sat down with you to talk, once you explained the burnout feeling you were getting he looked over some tips online, usually relaxation and some healthy environment to study in could help so he figured that out

He planned a relaxation trip to the spa then cooked you your favorite food along with a sweet treat of your choice

Then he had made you a relaxing studying environment by tidying up your shared apartment, making you some relaxation tea and lighting candles setting your stuff out so you could work on your assignments (he did his best)

He would sit with you as you worked and once he saw your frustration he would demand you take a break to breath and get your thoughts straight

Overall Fran was helpful in many ways!

Blas

Blas and you were completely different academically

He went to school for acting while you were a STEM girly so he took pride in having such a intelligent and great girlfriend

That meant taking care of you when he noticed it was beginning to be too much for you

He would try his best to comfort you, buying you your favorite treats and accompanying you to the library

He would his stick notes with nice motivational messages in your books and when your school work got a bit too hard you would look back on your sticky notes

He would sit with you and even look through your notes and books to try and understand to help you out later on

Blas was a sweetheart who wanted to help anyway he could and overall it worked out amazing

Agus Paradella

Of course he was older than you (like kuku kinda) but he tried his best to understand your major because the only recollection of it was what he learned in his science classes in Highschool

But he was proud of you nonetheless and tried to help you since he took notice of your change in attitude and when you mentioned the burnout feeling it broke his heart

So he helped you by accompanying you to the library, coffee shop, or even a calm park that you liked visiting to do your school work

He would drop and pick you up from classes and take you home, he would sit with you until you finished your work and encourage you nonstop

Sometimes he would make you take mental breaks and pull out his guitar to sing, he would make you laugh anything to see you smile

He was supportive and encouraging during the whole thing and it was the most helpful thing anyone had ever done for you!

A/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS OMG!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!

[osleeplessflowero]

I think I'll open requests again- I won't worry as much about answering immediately, but I'll open them!!

Rules:

I will not write Frans/Fontcest/Dreammare/Sanscest. I am prioritizing reader inserts and will obviously not be writing those pairings for obvious reasons. If you are looking for that you will not find it here.

No NSFW requests, I'd prefer to keep things clean around here :)

I won't write out active self harm, however I can write comfort for a topic like that. (Example: character seeing scars and comforting you) I'd prefer not to write suicide

Nothing proshippy, I will outright refuse requests like these

I will be mainly sticking to writing human readers, though I will make an exception for catpeople/foxpeople for example that are still mostly human

What I am willing to write:

Comfort

Angst

Fluff

Romance

Platonic scenarios

Gendered and Nongendered(usually what I go for) Readers