#he seems polite and friendly already but he wants to be a good boss

[goldybrainybunch]

The trio doesn't know how to make small talk

Norman tries so hard to do it and come off as polite and friendly but he doesn't really know what to say??

"The weather is really balanced today!"

"And what is your favourite book if I may ask?"

But if he says "have you ever[..]" the conversation could go from the weather to why the Pythagoras theorem is actually useful for day to day life and scientific related topics

[luveline]

hotch's little sister x spencer perhaps?

—Hotch’s sister graduates college, and Spencer is immediately smitten. fem, 1.6k

“She’s pregnant.” Emily shakes her bag of chips around. “But it’s not his baby.” 

Spencer frowns down at his sandwich. Rye bread is hard to cut, and the plastic knife isn’t putting up a good fight. “That’s awful,” he says. “He must be heartbroken.” 

“He’s distraught. Now he can’t decide if he wants to stay and raise the new baby with their first, or leave her and have split custody.” 

“What channel did you say it was on?” 

“It’s on NightDrama. I’ll find out the number.” 

Emily folds the empty packet of chips into a rectangle, then that rectangle into a triangle, folding the edges inside of a fold to create a parcel perfect for flicking at him. Spencer waits for it, tensing, but what he sees behind Emily steals his attention. 

She whips her head to follow him. 

You are, as Spencer watches you walk in, without a doubt one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. And it’s not like you’re a model, you don’t walk with any such confidence, but it strikes him immediately. You’re pretty. And he’s never seen you in the office before. 

They get visitors occasionally but the majority of people so deep into this office would've been checked at security and cleared to come up here. You hold a visitors badge in your hand, which you promptly clip onto your shirt when you see people looking at you. Your frown makes you prettier. Something about the way you stand seems familiar, but Spencer can’t put his finger on what it is. 

“Should we go help?” Emily asks. 

“Who do you think she’s for?” Spencer asks back. He’s thinking you’re here to speak to JJ. They have people like this occasionally who JJ knows from past cases, drifting in on a hope that there’s more detail to be found. 

Emily stands up from her chair. Spencer follows suit. When you see her facing toward you, some of your apprehension melts into relief. 

“Hi,” you say breathily, summoning a smile that, again, seems familiar. Not in looks, but practise, maybe. 

“Hi there, can we help? You look lost,” Emily says. 

She sounds more friendly than Spencer could’ve hoped to achieve. He doesn’t even wanna think about it, from how pretty you are he would’ve stumbled over even the most basic hello. 

“I’m here to see Aaron Hotchner. He told me his office is up the stairs, is that still one of these ones,” —you nod gently at the stairs that do, in fact, lead to his office— “or somewhere else?” 

“That’s the right one, the very first door.” 

“Okay,” you give a soft laugh. “Thank you. This place makes me nervous.” 

You leave to travel up the steps. Emily and Spencer watch without any casualness as you approach Hotch’s office door, and give a little knock. 

It’s more surprising to see it tugged open so quickly after. Hotch usually says, “Come in.” 

“Oh, you’re here,” Hotch says. It’s to Spencer’s shock and Emily’s clear joy when he leans in for a hug. The bearhug kind, no politeness or manners about their intimidating boss as his arms cross behind your shoulders and he pulls you in. “You’re late.” He squeezes you. 

You let it happen. “I hate your building.” 

“What the hell?” Emily whispers. 

“I’m so happy to see you. Come on, come in, I ordered lunch for us already.” 

Emily is shameless. She takes Spencer by the wrist and encourages him to the wall below Hotch’s office as he ushers you inside. The door remains ajar, perfect for snooping, and Spencer doesn’t know what it is but he lets Emily drag him forward anyhow. 

“If that’s his girlfriend, he should be ashamed,” Emily whispers. 

Spencer raises his brows. “Did you think that was romantic?” 

“I’ve never seen him show affection to anyone who wasn’t Haley, and when was the last time she was here?” 

Spencer tosses it around in his mind. Sure, it was quite affectionate by Hotch’s standards, but the hug was so… uncareful. He’d grabbed you and hugged you like he was gonna shake you around for fun, like a dad hugs his daughter. “How old is Hotch?” Spencer asks. 

“You don’t think that’s his secret kid.” 

“No,” Spencer says, though he sort of does. 

Emily gestures for him to hush as your laugh drifts down from the office. “You did?” you’re asking. “It’s so nice to be home.” 

“Of course I did. It’s like I promised, okay? You finished college like I asked you too, you’ve done so well, and now I’m gonna make sure you’re happy. Like I tried to do for Sean.” 

“Sean,” you sigh. “He didn’t even answer my grad card.” 

“I don’t know what to say about him, I really don’t.” 

A small pause. “Well, at least you answered.” 

“You know I would’ve come to watch you walk–”

“But you couldn’t. It’s fine, Aaron, I wasn’t really expecting you to make it.” 

“I’m sorry. Really. And I’m proud of you, after everything.”

“Thank you… The bag was better than you being there anyways. Coach?” You laugh breathily. “My friends keep asking me if you can be their big brother too.” 

Emily and Spencer turn to each other, mouths agape, Emily slapping his arm as they struggle to make no noise. Since when does Aaron have a sister? A young sister freshly graduated? 

Hotch laughs too. “Come and sit before your lunch gets cold.” 

Emily gets out her phone to text Morgan, she and Spencer pressed to the wall with their heads ducked. Hotch is a total enigma, because what the hell sort of secret is that?

When Morgan appears, it’s with all the answers. He rolls his eyes at their clear position of eavesdropping but leans against Emily’s desk to give them the information they’re craving anyways. “She’s adopted. Hotch was already in college at the time, but they’re close. They get along a lot better than Hotch does with Sean, that’s for sure.” 

“He sounds protective,” Emily says, side-eying the office. 

“Look, it’s not my business, but I just know it was bad when she was a teenager. Hotch is a drill sergeant for a reason.” Ah, Spencer thinks. The Hotchner father. 

Spencer picks at his hands. It explains the conversation he shouldn’t have been listening to, to a degree. He feels the guilt of knowing something he wasn’t meant to like a sodden weight, retreating swiftly to his desk and his forgotten sandwich.

It’s nice to hear Hotch laughing, but it’s your laugh that draws him in again while he tries so hard not to listen. It’s as attractive to Spencer as your frown had been when you walked in. He thinks about how you finished college, how you’re here, and he wonders if he’ll see more of you —how often will you come in for lunch? Spencer checks his hair in his sleeping monitor and feels like an idiot. 

“I’m sorry,” Hotch says a little while later, elbowing open the door with his back to the office, “we’ll have dinner soon, honey, I promise.” 

You reach up to give him another quick hug. “It’s fine. It’s just nice to be in the same city again.” 

Hotch guides you down to the bullpen with the same pride with which he introduced Jack. It’s unmissable, the love he has for you in just one touch against your shoulder. “Y/N,” he says, pausing at the bullpen, “Derek Morgan you’ve met. This is Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.” 

“Spencer Reid?” you ask suddenly, looking up into Hotch’s face like he’s lying, your brows pulled together in indignation, before you turn back to Spencer reverently. “You’re Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

He gets caught on his own breath. “Uh, yes?” 

“The Dr. Spencer Reid who wrote Methods of Continued Fraction Expansions?” 

Spencer feels heat like a kiss to each cheek. “Yes.” 

You turn to Hotch with a suspicious pout. “When I told you about the paper I was reading by a Dr. Reid a few months ago, you didn’t stop to think it could be your Dr. Reid? Or you just don’t like me?” 

That’s a sister’s scorn if Spencer’s ever heard it. 

“I thought you said Rain.” 

“I don’t think you did.” You turn back to Spencer. “I can’t believe it, I emailed you about Jacobi elliptical functions, you were so helpful, I owe you my degree.” You put your hand out with a beaming, beautiful smile, Spencer’s stomach totally flips. “It’s amazing to meet you in person.” 

He’s a germaphobe, he is, and that doesn’t just go away when you meet someone lovely, but he shakes your hand. You surprise him too quickly to think beyond taking your hand letting it happen. You’re, like, glowing. 

Hotch gives him a funny look. Mostly impassive, but not quite. 

Spencer abruptly lets you go. “I don’t think you would’ve needed my help to get there in the end. You clearly knew what you were doing.”  

Hotch’s eyebrows silently rise. 

You turn back to Hotch again, your smile catching. “I like your friends.” 

He smiles. “Let me walk you down to the lobby, honey.” 

You let him guide you away, giving the present members of the BAU a wave with just your fingers before you go. 

Morgan and Emily look at him heavily. “Spencer,” Emily says. “What was that?” 

He doesn’t want to say what he thinks it was, so he doesn’t. “She was nice.” 

Morgan’s laughter is immediate. Spencer has to walk off to the kitchen for a cup of tea he doesn’t drink to escape him and the connotation of his laughing. Spencer hopes he’ll see you again soon, though if he’s half a good a profiler as he thinks he is, he might end up in trouble with your brother.

[bigguyenthusiast]

141 and their captain’s assistant

- it all started with a comment made by Laswell, she mentioned to John how tired he seems, how his eye bags are growing heavier each day passing

- she recommended him to get an assistant, John declined the offer and tried to get back to work, but laswell already made the call, she knew how annoying John can be when it comes to getting help

- then enters a pretty little thing, your hair in a messy bun, glasses neatly resting on your pretty face, short pencil skirt hugging your curves perfectly

- John couldn’t help himself from staring, gawking at you like some horny teenager

- the boys began seeing you scurrying around the base more often, the first to approach you was Johnny of course

- his deep voice partnered with his thick Scottish accent made you subconsciously bite your lip, staring up at him with your big doe eyes, you don’t even mean to, it’s just that more than half of the people in here were 6feet+

- Johnny’s flirtatious nature made you giggle, lightened up your day, but not your boss’

- every time the Scott decided to drop by your desk to accompany you, he’d get scolded by his captain

- “don’t need you distracting her from her job”

- “it’s her break, cap, plus, she’ a good lass, I’m sure she’s on top of…all her work” the scott would throw you a wink before his captain orders him to run laps around the base

- next came gaz, since he’s always visiting his captain’s office for reports, he saw you at the new desk in the captain’s office, the aura around you not matching anything in the dim, old and boring office, you gave him a slight smile before returning to your paperwork

- but gaz wasn’t going to let that be the end of your interactions no no

- he’d walk up to you in the mess hall, as you’re loading your plate up, striking a conversation with you, making last long enough for him to lead you to a table with his other teammates

- you shyly but politely sit down and introduce yourself to the masked man who sat opposite of you, his brown eyes staring into yours as his arms stayed locked, he just nodded and replied “ghost”

- you figured he’s not a social one, the Scot and the Brit both kept asking you questions, some may have been a bit intrusive but maybe they’re just being friendly !

- “so why ar’ ye here?”

“Kate laswell requested that I work for John price for a few months to ease the paperwork load on him”

- “I’m sure there’s a different kind of load he’s trying to get you to ease off of him”

- the three of your heads snap to the silent man, his brown eyes seemed to be crinkled, suggesting he was grinning or smirking underneath that mask

- “OI! LT’s got jokes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it” Johnny tried to reassure you, glaring at Simon as you looked down at your food

- you excused yourself as you made your way back to price’s office, you saw him still there, no signs of him moving at all “captain ? Did you eat today?” You asked sweetly

- oh what this man wouldn’t give to have the honours of eating you for every meal of the day, to have you sprawled on his desk, papers sticking to your sweaty skin, your chest rising and falling as you try to quiet yourself so nobody hears what your captain is doing to you

- “captain” fuck he’d love to hear you moan his rank, begging him to be gentle, but he knows deep down you’re a dirty girl and you want your “captain ?!”

- John snapped out of his daydream, he looked up at you, you were leaning to the side trying to check on him “have you eaten today?” You asked again, a worried look in your eyes

- John nods, not looking you in the eyes “yeah yeah” he cleared his throat as he tried to get back to work, but your soft, smaller hand stopped him from grabbing his pen, his brown eyes looked up, ab eyebrow raised as if to ask ‘what are you doing?’

- “I’m sorry, captain but I can’t allow you to get back to work if you haven’t had food” you stated, your body trembling as you stood your ground

- truthfully, price can easily launch you across the room with one arm, he knows his limits, and you’re nowhere near it, but you were right, he does need to eat, and although he wishes he could order you to spread your pretty thighs for him and let him have his fun, he doesn’t want to lose such a pretty sight so fast

- he let go of the pen, leaning back on his office chair “I haven’t brought any food”

“The mess hall still have some food there”

- “I don’t eat that rubbish”

“Well too bad, you need to eat”

- ooh… I guess his little kitty got claws now

[min1check]

Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

1248 words

Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment. 

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard. 

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night. 

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that. 

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly. 

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him. 

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together. 

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s. 

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face. 

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold. 

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray. 

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’ 

I was crying internally. 

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work. 

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley. 

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen. 

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different. 

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!” 

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered. 

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction. 

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl. 

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin. 

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself. 

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me. 

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him. 

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really. 

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess. 

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold. 

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me. 

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve. 

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest. 

My mouth dropped to the floor. 

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't. 

“…” 

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned. 

I’m actually going to kill myself. 

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly. 

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face. 

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back. 

“Here’s some more money Princess.” 

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him. 

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye. 

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine. 

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head. 

He kissed me out of literally nowhere. 

My blood went cold again. 

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good. 

[starlostseungmin]

— empty cafe, bang chan.

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“I need to leave,” You said with your voice cracking up at the situation of being humiliated in front of your co-workers. Your boss crossed the line this time and there is no way you’d want to come back to work here again. Taking all your belongings, you left the office and went straight to the downtown. It wasn’t crowded just like the rush hours, it was peaceful enough to deal with for an introvert. 

You head straight to an empty cafe and rush inside the comfort room to cry, failing to hear the barista’s warm greeting. He was the only one working at that time and noticed how you were in a hurry. It was supposed to be a soundproof door but he couldn’t help but hear your sobs when he happened to pass by the bathroom as he was supposed to head to the pantry to get some ingredients while waiting for you. 

It took a total of 15 minutes before you decided to go out after fixing yourself from the mental breakdown you had. The barista welcomed you again as you approached the counter. You barely visit this cafeーthe last time you did was when you were with a friend. The food being served was different from before, even the drinks. 

“Can I please have a cinnamon latte and a brownie?” You asked trying not to sound sad as his smile grew bigger than before. 

“Of course,” He said. “Is that all?” 

“Yeah,” You sniffed. 

“It will be up in 5 minutes, please take a seat!” He beamed as you smiled back at him and took the table for one just near the counter. It was a good thing that you were the only customer at the moment. You didn’t want anyone to see how glum you were, except the fact that the barista already knew. He even offered the password to their Wi-Fi just in case you wanted to use it. 

Your voice was calm and friendly when you talked to him. He seemed very enthusiastic about his job and you work the opposite. You admit it made you feel better to be treated politely after your dumbass boss just took you out like that. A sigh escaped your lips as you tried to hold yourself not to cry again and to avoid another embarrassment even if it was meant for a single person to see. Chan doesn’t actually mind, he had seen a lot of it before. Customers coming in and out have different stories being written behind those facades. 

He played some songs to entertain you while waiting but only made you shed tears when he played the wrong playlist with a solemn genre. The napkins being displayed in front of you were used to wipe those tears. Screw those tears, your makeup is expensive to be wasted over for some jerk. 

Chan took the tray on the counter with your food on it and tried to approach you as gently as possible. He didn’t want to meddle with the problem at first but it seems like you need someone to talk to at the moment. You texted your friend but haven’t replied for 30 minutes now and God knows what she’s doing on her day off. 

“Here’s your cinnamon latte and brownie,” You heard him say as he placed your food on the mat. 

“Thank you,” You responded in a gentle voice. 

“You’re welcome!” He beamed again as you smiled. “Uhm, I don’t want to interfere with your personal life but, are you okay?” He asked when you were about to taste the food. 

“Yeah,” You said, brushing off the embarrassment. He totally noticed everything. 

“You were crying in the comfort room a few moments ago,” He added. “I’m sorry if I eavesdropped, I was kinda worried when you came in looking so upset,” 

At first, it was awkward to have a total stranger coming up to you and asking if you were fine, but on the other hand, you appreciated it. Moments like this barely happen in your life and everyone leaves you alone, except your best friend of course. You looked at him for a few seconds before answering. 

“It was just tough at work,” You smiled, covering the sadness of your face. He is cute and a little bit taller, he has dimples engraved on his cheeks when he smiles and his curly orange locks are very noticeable, his voice is somewhat comforting and the vibe he gives is so approachable. 

“I understand,” He said. “Mind if I sit with you? You’re the only customer we have at the moment and I did everything before approaching you, haha,” He added. 

“It’s alright,” You answered. “I’m sorry if I just came in looking so upset, my boss just humiliated me in front of my co-workers while I was just trying to defend myself. I got into a small argument with her and then she exploded, blaming me and always pointing out that I’m wrong. It’s just so tiring,” You sighed. “All I did was to follow her instructions for the draft and I don’t know what happened next. It keeps happening during these past few months and I’m trying to deal with it because I don’t want to end up being jobless but the thing is, it’s really toxic now,” You added and cried in front of him. Chan immediately took out some napkins from a small box on the mat and handed them over to you. “Thanks,” 

“I’m sorry that it happened to you,” He said being an empath. “I understand, my first job is similar to yours but I’m happy that I left. Do you have intentions to quit?” 

“A very strong urge,” You sniffed and smiled after wiping your tears. “I’m planning to write my resignation letter tonight so I can submit it tomorrow. I don’t want to work there anymore, this is the last time.” 

“Well, I’m happy that you are,” He smiled. “You should take a break and look out for yourself before taking another risk again. And it’s brave of you to stand up for yourself and leave a toxic environment when you’re in the middle of a crisis of needing that job. I think you really need to rest for now and I pray that in your next one, it will be better and healthier. There are a lot of people who would treat you better. You deserve to be happy and well,” 

“Thanks,” You said as your smile grew bigger. “It made me feel better actually,” 

“It’s rare of me to be having this heart-to-heart talk with a customer though,” He laughed. “You’re probably the first one, I guess?” 

“I’m honored,” You said. “What’s your name?” You asked. 

“Oh, I’m Christopher but everyone calls me Bang Chan,” He said, reaching his hand towards you for a shake. “Actually, just Chan. What about you?” 

“I’m Y/n,” You answered, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Chan,” 

“And you too!” He smiled. “You should eat now, the brownie is getting cold,” He giggled as you happily ate the food and complimented him about it. 

“You know, if your resignation gets approved let me know,” He said while watching you. 

“Of course! You’d be the first one to know,” 

And two days later, you came back to the cafe and rushed towards the counter not minding the other customers watching you. 

“Chan! Chan! Chan!” You called as he immediately welcomed you outside the counter. 

“Y/n! How was it?” He asked excitedly. 

“They approved it!” You said as you both hugged each other, squealing at the best news while jumping in circles. 

“Congratulations! Oh my god, I’m so happy for you!” Chan said emotionally as if he was trying to wipe his invisible tears after breaking the happy hug. 

“Thank you so much! I am so happy that it happened and thank you for listening to me,” You said. “I shall invite you to dinner after your shift if that’s alright with you?” 

That made Chan’s cheeks turn a little bit pink and his heart raced. “Of course! I’ll be glad to! I don’t have plans tonight anyway,” He said with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. 

“Then I’ll wait for you,” You answered kissing his cheek before turning away and went to an empty table. Changbin, the cashier saw the whole thing and smirked at the older guy. 

“So you’re ditching boys’ night for a date huh?” Changbin said as Chan rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up,” 

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[bbarnesbby]

Through the back door

Pervy!contractor!Joel Miller x fem!reader

(photos from pinterest, and not an accurate representation of how the reader is perceived in their appearance)

Summary: A fresh faced personal assistant catches Joel’s eye whilst working on his current job, and who can blame him for going after what he wants? Even if it takes some convincing…

Words: 2k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dark!Joel Miller, Joel is VERY crude and pervy here, he's also very forward, creepy men, catcalling, groping, coercion, lots of sexual innuendos, but no actual smut, my lil brain knows nothing about construction sites or contractors and it shows<3, my dyslexia lol

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The repetitive click of your heels on the dusty pavement below you seems to be the only thing you can hear over your laboured breathing as you rush to get back to the office building, the place that could only affectionately be described as your own personal hell.

When you'd first gotten the job, the ambiguously labelled title you had been assigned did confuse you at first. However, now as you grip the holder for four coffees in one hand, and a bag carrying a series of different flavoured salads, sandwiches, and kinds of pasta in the other, you realise it was all to cover up what you'd really be.

A bottom-of-the-barrel personal assistant.

The job itself isn't one you would complain about, everyone has got to start somewhere after all, especially coming straight out of college. It's just the assholes you work for that make you long for an escape.

Young men with no degree, making them easily less qualified than you, having the audacity to make requests that must be completed in unrealistic time frames seem to be the bane of your existence. The fact they have the power to do so only down to the fact they have family working the important positions in other branches of the company.

That and the thing hanging between their legs.

Pushing your thoughts of distaste aside, you glance at your wristwatch as you round the last corner of your journey before the building is in sight. You notice you've got a good five minutes before you're eligible for a scolding from your boss and let out a sigh of relief.

But as you get closer to your destination, you notice construction tape seems to have materialised around the walkway to the office building in the fifteen minutes you were gone, men already drilling into the ground you need to walk over to get where you need to be.

As you hurry to the now construction site, you stand for a moment confused, huffing as you look around for anyone who could help you in your predicament.

Your eyes scan a group of men standing by the bed of a pickup truck, presumably talking about their job at hand. You walk along the makeshift fence made up of scuffed traffic cones and more construction tape until you're near enough parallel to the truck, not crossing the tape out of concern you may disrupt whatever's going on.

"Excuse me?" Voice loud enough to be heard but still polite, you gain the attention of a couple of the men, their averted gazes prompting those who didn't initially hear you to look over too. A small but friendly smile pulls at your lips but soon falters when a few of them let out their renditions of low whistles and unsavoury comments towards you.

"You alright, pretty lady?" One of them smirks, dark, invasive eyes giving you a once over as he runs his hand over his dark brown, almost black, hair.

Was this building a magnet for sleazy male stereotypes or something?

"Um, I work here." You stumble over the statement slightly, the discomfort you feel under his penetrative stare affecting your speech as you weakly point at the building behind them.

"Yeah, no shit." The same man darkly chuckles along with a couple of the other workers, eyes raking your form, clad in a blouse and pencil skirt. But you feel you might as well be naked in front of them, stuck there like a deer in headlights as they continue to ogle your body. Before he can make any other comments, he's lightly pushed to the side as another man approaches.

"Shut up, Tommy..." His voice is deep and commanding but has a playful nature behind it, the two of them clearly well acquainted with one another.

He looks to be older than the men around him, broad frame imposing as he comes to where the tape separates you from him. Although, the way he carries himself suggests he's probably in a position where he could do whatever he wanted with the equipment on the site, but have no one to answer to for it.

"How can I help, sweetheart?" He sounds friendly enough but has that dirty, smug look on his face that tells you he's not any better than the men who'd previously been eyeing you like a piece of meat.

Despite the sickly feeling that swirls in the pit of your stomach when looking at him, you realise he's probably your best shot at getting you where you need to be.

"I need to get back in the building," your voice is timid as you try to avoid the burly man's gaze, opting to look back to where men are starting to pull up the concrete slabs that once made up your path back into your workplace. Though the pause after you've spoken prompts you to glance back up at him, catching him looking down the gap between your chest and slightly unbuttoned blouse, "I work here-"

"Yeah, you've said that." he cuts you off with a smirk, taking in your mortified expression before looking over the construction site with a huff. "Well my boys are pretty deep in their work now, and I can't have ya walking through here when we've got equipment running," he gives you another once over, "don't want a pretty girl like you getting hurt, do we?"

He's smiling again, but you see straight through it and tense at the realisation these men will be working here for god knows how long.

"What should I do then?" You ask with furrowed brows, readjusting your hold on the coffees that now uncomfortably weigh down your hand.

"I mean I could carry ya over," he laughs as though it's a joke, but first impressions tell you he'd jump at the opportunity to get his filthy hands on you -- no matter the circumstance, "how bout I take you in the backdoor?"

The way he worded the innuendo didn't fly over your head the way you wish it did, and the combination of his comment and the way he's now running his pink tongue over his bottom lip making you feel sick in multiple ways.

You reluctantly nod, just wanting to get back to work and away from this man. The obnoxious nepo babies that unfairly dominated your field of work suddenly felt like prince charmings in comparison to the man now stepping over the flimsy barrier that once separated you. But as he came that small distance closer, you couldn't help but feel some attraction to his broad frame and tan skin. And those arms...

His slight chuckle pulls you out of your thoughts, wide eyes snapping up to meet his leering expression as prickling heat floods your face in embarrassment.

"C'mon, I'm Joel by the way," he tilts his head, gesturing for you to walk in front of him. It's a request you realise most likely has ulterior motives, but you do so anyway after muttering your name in return.

Rounding the corner, you falter for a moment as the cluttered alley comes into view. Your gut instinct is screaming at you to tell Joel that he can fuck right off back to wherever he came from, but you figure that would cause more commotion than the slim possibility he'd try anything in broad daylight.

But as you carry on down the alley and squeeze past a particularly cluttered area of multiple dumpsters and bins, you become more uncomfortable as he spews another innuendo about how 'it's real tight, huh?'

His irksome behaviour soon becomes less of an annoyance and more of a concern though.

Once you're past the worst of the clutter you soon realise that it wasn't just an obstacle, but also serves as a wall -- blocking any further view for anyone passing by.

Turning around, you merely stand there as Joel comes closer. His daunting frame becomes more intimidating in the dim light of the narrowing lane you now find yourself trapped in, helpless.

"Doors just there," he mutters while pointing to the slightly beaten-up side door to the left of you, a twisted attempt at making you believe you still have any control over this situation.

Not trusting your voice, you simply nod at him with your eyes still locked. You'd prefer him to leave before you turn your back to him, but when he makes no move to do so, you quickly rush to the door in the hopes you may be faster than him.

But faster you are not.

First, you feel the heat radiating off of him, and then you feel the hard chest, the wandering hands, the grinding hips. As he invades your space and presses himself against your back, you try to squirm away, but only end up pinning yourself between the door and his imposing body.

"Where you tryna go, sweetheart?" His breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and to places that make your body hot with shame. "You really wanna go back in there? Where those people are just gonna treat you like shit?"

His hips continue to grind into your ass, becoming more calculated rather than ravenous, as though his words and body are working as one to persuade you.

"I know those guys, they'll chew you up and spit you out." His words become harsh and his rough hands harsher, beginning to untuck your blouse from your pencil skirt, reaching up until his fingers are splayed across your stomach. The skin-on-skin contact is undeniably thrilling, as he now caresses it with finesse.

"So fuckin' soft," he mutters into your hair, inhaling before releasing a rumbling groan, "I'd treat you like the sweetest thing, baby."

You grimace at his words, far too much commitment behind them, leaving you spiralling into another panicked frenzy. You squirm again, this time having more success as you're able to turn to face him, although not fully able to escape his unrelenting hold yet. Facing him, you see how dark his eyes have become, set on you like a predator eyeing its prey.

His hair is slightly tousled, the way he'd previously been ravaging your body having that effect. You realise there's no way you can persuade him to stop his pursuit of you, so you decide to cave, at least you hope he thinks so.

"Let's not do this here." You say it quietly so as to not come off too demanding, peering up at him through your lashes in a way that you hope looks innocent enough for him to believe it. "Wouldn't you wanna do this someplace comfier," your voice switches from scared to sultry, “hm?”

He quirks a brow at this, slowing his assault on your body to a stop, but not yet taking his hands off of you, “you wanna do this somewhere else, sweetheart?”

The pet name still irks you, but provides some ease in telling you your comment hasn’t pissed him off at all. Trying to run along with your manipulative escape, you nod up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and pushing your own crotch closer to his. You tell yourself it’s all for the bigger picture, but you can’t ignore the way your body has come more accustomed to his touch in such a short period of time.

"Mhm,” you’re nodding again, placing a hand on his firm chest, and slowly, teasingly, sliding it lower, “do this where you can take real good care of me… Show me what I'm missing?"

There's a pause, his expression unreadable as he continues to penetrate your façade with his stare. His lack of response has you rethinking your words, brows twitching as more sick scenarios of what could ensue consume your thoughts. But then a dark chuckle fills the tense silence, Joel shaking his head as he smirks down at you. Stepping back, he tucks his hands into his pockets and gives you one last once over before nodding his head and making his way back down the alley.

"I'll keep an eye out," are his last words before he disappears past the trash and clutter, out of sight.

But maybe not quite out of mind...

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First fic done! All likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and I am open to requests on future fic ideas you may have<33

[thatmiraclecupcake]

Little things I liked/thought were funny/want to yell into the void about (but not in a bad way) in the first Nicktoons Untie game and only the first one because it's the only one I've actually played part of and I'm biased. SPOILERS ABOUND!

Sandy unironically making Patrick a spy

Patrick immediately blows his cover and gets captured

the whole bit before and after Plankton's boss fight about his mother

the video call from Calamatus where Plankton and Vlad have to finish his sentences

the fact that said call doesn't have Crocker in it+the camera movements being janky like a person was holding it as opposed to a robot, so one could infer that Crocker was holding the camera for the Big Plan Reveal To The Heroes TM

Timmy calling Spongebob a piece of cheese

Goddard has fleas. this is an integral part of the plot

"Well this is the craziest thing I've seen since....well, since last Tuesday." Spongebob. Spongebob what happened buddy. What happened. What did you do.

Spongebob's little scared jump animation in some of the cutscenes where his eyes bulge out of his face like a looney tune

"Great things come in small packages-just ask Wanda!" COSMO WHAT THE FUCK

The fact that Cosmo and Wanda can be out and visible and shit, like the Secret Fairy Godparents are no longer secret to anybody here. Crocker can fucking see them.

I get the angst of people making like. fanfics and whatnot of Timmy losing his fairies and forgetting the other nicktoons. I GET it. but like. honestly. I think he'd be fine.

I just think Jorgen would let Timmy keep his fairies even outside of the whole crossover spinoff games because like. How many fucking times have they had to save the world. From something Timmy didn't make to begin with. Anyways

The Doomsday Device has four comically large wall plugs, which are probably color coded to each of the members for each world being siphoned

Calamatus' stupid little fucking dance while the boys try to scramble and stop the device. Seriously. Look up a cutscene video and watch his little stupid fucking dance.

Spongebob saves the day by unplugging the comically large plugs

Jimmy, after being given a Fenton thermos by Danny: Wait Vlad's not in here is he O-O

Spongebob would have to owe Mr Krabs money for saving the world, the Krusty Krab, and Mr Krabs himself on company time, even though the opening cutscene suggests that Spongebob was off today because his first idea of what to do that day was go visit Patrick.

Everybody talks about Jimmy and Timmy dating, Danny and Spongebob being besties, and the different roles each person plays in the squad's general relationship dynamics, but I wanna know what those Middle-Aged Scientifically-Minded GOOBERS known as the Syndicate had going on while they weren't getting their asses kicked

I'm not even talking about shipping I just want to know what those conversations were like.

Like. Plankton wants a sandwich recipe. His key to ruling Bikini Bottom is a really good burger, but the others might not understand that Krabby Patties are the glue of Bikini Bottom society and therefore an important political piece. How does this fact play off the other villains

Vlad and Plankton seem comfortable finishing Calamatus' sentences for him already and don't really seem annoyed so they must be at least a little friendly with him

Vlad's little run into the portal after his boss fight is actually pretty well done considering the rest of the jank in the animations

Spongebob lets himself be sprayed down in (what is to him) a mystery substance made by a stranger

ASS FIRST MIGHT I ADD

Jimmy's solution to the gang breathing in Bikini Bottom is chewing gum

"Spongebob, your birthday's not for another month"

Jenny XJ-9 should have fucking been there. She had existed for 2 years. My Life as a Teenage Robot had only ended like 2 months before the first Nicktoons Unite game first released in 2005

Yes it was 2005

Look there's 2 cartoons made by Bitch Hartman in this game. Nice of them to add Tak and Zim and Dib and whatnot but I think Jenny would have done well with the others in the first game.

ALSO BECAUSE THERE'S NOT ENOUGH GIRLS!!!!!!! WE NEED MORE GIRLS!!!! SANDY AND SAM AND WANDA AND CINDY ARE NOT ENOUGH!!!!

And!!! AND!!!! Who would be more willing to rule multiple worlds than the fucking CLUSTER???

would've also added like. another world/hour to the game. could be nice for a remake. hint hint wink wink nudge nudge

[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 2)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

"Her name is y/n" he said with a sigh. "Don't make me regret it." - said David.

"I'll try," Dan thought to himself, and went back into the house, where it was already getting hot.

As the times went by people began to slowly leave the hospitable Harwood house.

During the evening y/n had time to meet a few new people. One of them introduced himself to her as Phillip. Most of their conversation, if you could call it that, was about himself and what he thought was right. Generally, the girl doesn't mind that sort of thing, but this particular guy crossed the line between interesting storytelling and nerdiness. Most of the time y/n just made a very interested look and nodded in the right places. He didn't seem to need anything else. He talked and talked and talked. He couldn't stop. At one point, it even felt like he hadn't been able to express what he was thinking to anyone for a long time and so he was saying all this y/n. From time to time, he touched either the girl's shoulder or her arm, but her body's reaction was scalding and very unpleasant goosebumps running from the point of touch all over her body. Phill, he himself had asked to be addressed that way, didn't seem to notice it, or didn't want to notice it.

As for y/n herself, she reasoned that it was better to have this kind of company than to stand around the bar all night alone or annoying her best friend. Occasionally she felt someone's eyes on her, but looking around she couldn't find who was looking at her. Scanning the crowd over Phillip's shoulder to amuse herself in some way, y/n saw the familiar profile of a good-looking guy she'd met just inside the doorway of the house.

To be honest, this guy was totally not her type. He seemed to be too easygoing, flirted a lot with different girls, was often the center of attention. Basically, doing all sorts of things that y/n herself would never do.

"What do you think?" for the first time that evening, Phillip asked the girl's opinion on something.

Y/n was a little confused, because while she was looking at the guy in the center of circle of girls, she had completely stopped listening to what Phill was saying.

What saved y/n from an uncomfortable situation was the phone vibrating in her pocket. The screen lit up with "Captain Kirby".

"Sorry, I have a work call. It was nice chatting" apologized the girl with a polite smile and walked through the people to the exit to the backyard.

"Yes, Captain, I got it. I'll be there. Have a good night" the girl closed her eyes, pressed the end call button and tucked her phone back into her pocket.

"Nuisance call?"

A male voice from behind made y/n jump. She hadn't heard the door to the backyard open or the footsteps behind her.

"Just a work call. Boss called to give an assignment for tomorrow" she turned to face the man who came out and smiled friendly "I'm y/n, by the way. We met when you were out on the street."

"Daniel. Nice to meet you. Saw you bored at the bar until Phill kept you company."

"Yeah... Kind of... And no, I wasn't bored, I just prefer to keep people entertained and I hardly know anyone here except the owners or Phillip" the girl tried to justify herself.

"Well, now you know me too.  And I'd love to keep you company, so you don't get bored." Daniel did his best to be charming and make the girl feel comfortable.

"Oh, don't be, I'll be leaving soon. Got some work tomorrow" tried to refuse the man y/n as gently as possible.

"By the way, what’s your job and how do you know the hosts?" decided Wheeler inquired. David had mentioned that she was Maria's best friend and a friend of Harwood himself, but Wheeler hadn't met her before. Not at parties or at the shows Harwood sometimes invited his friends to. Or he hadn't noticed.

"I work as a police patrolman. David is an acquaintance of my brother's, and we met a long time ago when I stopped by my brother's house. With Maria, we hit it off quickly and got along. What about you? Are you a friend of David's? I thought he mentioned a friend of his named Dan. Wait a minute... That's your portrait on the wooden artwork on the wall next to the bar. You must be that 'friend from work'."

Dan grinned "Yes, I guess it's me. I hope David only said nice things about me." Wheeler rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/n for some reason made him a little nervous and feel less confident. He definitely likes her. Quite beautiful in appearance, but also very modest and closed off for some reason. Harwood had mentioned earlier that she'd had a rough time lately and maybe that had affected her, Daniel supposed. "You look beautiful, by the way."

The compliment made the girl's face redden, "Thanks. Yeah, sure, just the good stuff. Blood brother and that kind of thing.” She fell silent and hesitated a little “I'm sorry, but I really have to go. Maybe I'll see you somewhere else, Daniel. Have a good night" began the y/n already saying goodbye.

"Wait, give me your phone number? I'll text you tomorrow and maybe we can go out" tried Wheeler and already pulled out his phone, because usually girls gave him their number without much thought.

"Sorry, but no. I have a lot of work and not much free time" again, not for the first time during the evening, y/n felt ashamed for refusing someone, but that's how he thought it would be better, well, or at least at least honest enough. Not to give false hope.

She smiled sweetly at the man one last time and turned around to leave.

Wheeler was amazed at how quickly their conversation ended. Almost every time he left a party either with a girl, or at least a dozen new numbers in his phone of girls who were always willing to keep him company. But not this time. Yes, he had a few phone numbers added to his phone this evening, but this kind of rejection crossed everything. Still in mild surprise, he slowly put the phone in his jeans pocket and hummed. "Looks like an interesting quest. And I'm going to go on it" he thought and went back to the party. He couldn't remember the rest of the evening the next day.

As y/n drove home, the moments of the past party were replaying in her head. And often, it was the last conversation that replayed in her head. In person, Daniel seemed a little different to her, not like he was around the other people at the party. Yes, he was still trying to flirt with her, but he wasn't being too forward. And, unlike Phillip, he wasn't trying to convince her of anything or talk only about himself. I wondered when the real Daniel had been.

Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket and decided to google her friend. She doesn’t know his last name, but she knew he worked with David, so it was through him that she had to search.

"Cash Wheeler, hah. Current IWGP, AAA and ROH Tag Team Champion alongside with Dax Harwood. Interesting" she thought. There were quite a few pictures on Wheeler's Instagram with blood, lot of photos from backstage, with David, and many other people. A couple of times there were even photos with Phillip with some strange caption under it. Wheeler was smiling in many of them, but he looked rather arrogant. There were also some photos with people she was once shown by her older brother, who was a big fan of wrestling, including Japanese wrestling. Last year, Daniel even posted a picture of him apparently messing up a football field in Jacksonville, Florida with friends. On Twitter, Wheeler was constantly getting into conflicts with fans. Y/n snorted unhappily at what she saw in front of her. Arrogant, testy, scandalous and clearly loves to grab the attention of the people around him. Gross.

She had read a couple articles and she thought Daniel was a much more interesting and more serious person than he showed himself to others. But maybe he's trying to create a nicer public image of himself this way. Y/n had no way of knowing when Daniel was showing his true colors.

Next chapter

[thisismysecondrodeo]

new au idea, maybe? jk. no, i'm not. yes i am. unless...

AN: Wrote this directly in response so please forgive any typos!

Rating: Teen

Tags: RPF, AFAB!reader, One-Shot, implied sex, fluff

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“Dude what the hell happened last night, you totally bailed. We were supposed to get drinks to celebrate your new job and I didn’t hear from you at all!”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, you’re right,” you spoke softly into your phone, sliding out of your bed to continue the conversation. You started a pot of coffee and yawned. “Well…long story short, I didn’t get the job.”

“What?! You were a shoo-in! Explain.”

So you did.

-

You hadn’t planned on needing a new nanny-ing gig—you adored the family you worked with—but they had decided to move to Montana of all places and you just couldn’t leave New York. They were rather attached to you too but completely understood, and mentioned they might have a referral for you: a friend of theirs who had recently gotten divorced and had primary custody of his two kids. You asked them to pass along your info, you really needed the work after all, and you and the dad connected by email and then by phone.

You had told your friend Lauren about him since she had been helping you look for new jobs and she seemed to think there was something a little flirty about you and your potential boss, Jason Sudeikis.

“I mean this is kind of a long interview process…”

“They’re his kids. He’s just being thorough.”

“Okay, but I’ve also never seen you laugh so much at an email.”

“What?! Okay, so he’s charming, how is that a bad thing?”

It only got worse once she looked him up on LinkedIn and saw that he was certified DILF. You would never admit it to her, but you had to agree.

After a few conversations, a peek at your references, and some scheduling mishap you were finally set to meet him and the kids in person, to make sure it was a fit. It was the last hurdle between you and a new gig, and despite Lauren’s suggestion, it had been nothing but professional so far.

You got there and truly had a wonderful time. Jason was just as charming in person, the kids were friendly and talkative but polite, and as you left the older kid asked when they would see you again which felt like a good sign. Everything seemed to fall into place. The little voice in the back of your head may have called you out on how often you caught the dad’s eye, how he seemed to smile a little brighter when he caught you looking. And maybe you had gravitated a little too close, told a few too many jokes that were more for dad than the kids but he had laughed and so had you. Maybe it would work out.

-

“Dude, I don’t understand.” Lauren interrupted your story and you took that moment to doctor your cup of coffee up with cream and sugar. “How did you not get the job after all that?”

“Well, let me finish! So…”

-

You had only been home an hour or so when you got a call.

“Hello?”

“Hey this is, uh, Mr. Sudeikis. I was calling to talk to you about the nanny job.”

“Oh sure! I had a great time today.”

“Yeah we did too,” he said a little sadly and your gut immediately fell. “I hate to say this because obviously you’ve got great references, and you’re kind of everything I’d been looking for, but I can’t offer you the job.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t hide the surprise in your tone. “Can I ask why not?”

“Of course, it turns out there’s a, well, a conflict of interest.”

“I see.” You wanted to push further, find out more, but you were already a little sad about it so you decided to just accept it and not take it personally. “Well, if you know anyone else looking for a nanny, please send them my way.”

“Absolutely, thanks again Y/N.”

You took the phone away from your ear about to text Lauren to change celebratory drinks to consolation drinks when your phone rang again, same number.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hi, Y/N? This is Jason.”

He said it as if the two of you hadn’t literally just spoken. “Jason, as in Jason Sudeikis?”

“Yep, that’d be the one. Listen, I was calling to ask if you’d like to go to dinner with me.” He said it incredibly seriously and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was doing a bit.

“What? Why?”

“Well, like I said earlier, you’re kind of everything I’ve been looking for.”

You couldn’t help but blush. “So the coonflict of interest…?”

“Was me being interested in you. No pressure though, I meant it when I said I’d refer you to some other people, regardless of if you'd like to go to dinner with me. Unfortunately this job won't work out because I am just…very into you.”

You paused, and thought about it, but couldn’t deny that the chance to potentially build something with Jason was more exciting than the job opportunity.

“Well then..yeah, I’m free for dinner.”

“Great. And, uh, if you happen to know any nannies that are just as good with kids as you are but significantly less attractive… And less funny... And maybe a little dumber to be honest with you, I would appreciate it.”

You laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

-

“Okay, very hot, very fun and flirty, thrilled for you!! But what happened between your dinner date and our drinks, we still could have….ohhhh my god you slept with him! You bagged the DILF?!”

You were laughing at Lauren’s surprise when you heard your sheets rustling in your bedroom. You got down a mug and poured a second cup of coffee.

“Hey, I gotta go, we’ll talk about this later I swear. We will go get drinks tonight. Promise, promise, promise.”

“Okay but you owe me details!”

You agreed and hung up before taking both mugs into the bedroom. Jason grinned at you, his tousled bedhead making you giggle. You sat your coffee on the nightstand and offered him his, which he accepted with his left hand while using his right hand to tug you on top of him by the waist.

“‘Mornin, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, morning,” you responded with a kiss, fully straddling his lap and tucking your arms around his bare chest. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to hear you bagged the DILF, way to go.” He smirked at you, taking a sip of his coffee before sitting it down and holding up his hand for a high-five. Even though you were absolutely mortified, you high-fived him anyway and laughed into the crook of his neck.

[purplesugarbabe]

hii! can i request the phantom troupe's reactions/feelings when chrollo's darling flirts with them & they're tempted by the reader? tysm in advance! (btw idk if i have requested this already, if i have i 'm sorry!)

What an amazing request! I love the Phantom Troupe. I hope this is close to what you imagined, enjoy! ✨🕸️

✨Phantom Troupe headcanons ✨

Nobunaga:

Poor man, how did he end up in this situation? Nobu is a simple man, everyone knows that. He has no bad intentions, especially when it comes to the Troupe. But this, this is something he never imagined. Being flirted by Chrollo's partner makes him more than uncomfortable. His cheeks turn a dusty red whenever you say something cheesy or smooth to him. Your voice sure does make his heart skip a beat but he must endure this, we are talking about his boss after all! He will sure smile every time you flirt with him but won't make a move because of Chrollo.

Feitan:

Fei thinks you're drunk or something every time you flirt with him. He doesn't seem to know what flirt is after all so he gets creeped out sometimes. To be honest, he thinks you are really good looking and the sound of your voice gives him goosebumps at times but you belong to Chrollo and that stays the way it is.

Phinks:

Boy oh boy, most awkward situation ever. Phinks' enormous ego comes to the surface when you flirt with him. He smiles confidently at you trying to flirt back only to be smacked at the back of his head by Machi. He knows you are in a relationship with Chrollo but damn that pretty face. Your eyes, lips, voice. He could swear he falls in love with you every time you say something smooth but he tries to snap out of it.

Pakunoda:

Paku tries her best to be as friendly as she can with you in situations like this. She will smile politely at you in order to hide her nervousness and shyness. She will lightly blush when you flirt with her but then return to her calm, gentle self.

Shalnark:

Gamer boy goes brrrrr. Seriously though. This sly little bastard will try to make a move on you when no one's paying attention. He acts all innocent and friendly in front of the rest of the Spiders but he reveals a little bit more of his true self every time you flirt with him. You actually find that amusing. Pakunoda lectures him every time that what he's trying to do is wrong but somehow he always finds his ways to flirt back.

Machi:

Our beloved tsundere will become a blushing mess. She will tell you off and remind you that you're dating Chrollo but her blushing face reveals how she truly feels. Her heart skips a beat with ever cheesy line you throw her way. She will try to get over this by comparing you to Hisoka and then shake her head in annoyance.

Franklin:

To be honest he won't do much. He thinks you're just doing this because you want to be friendly or something. He will smile politely at you and pat your head.

Uvogin:

He will laugh loudly thinking you're probably joking. When he realises you're not he will stare at you awkwardly. His face will turn from the embarrassment and feel nervous every time he talks with you.

I hope you liked it! 🖤🕷️

[feralssinbin]

Feral's Sin Bin

HEY THERE :3 Welcome to the sideblog for @feralmoonlight Here you'll find an easier archive of all my AU shenanigans, mostly Reblogs from main after I get this set up. AO3 <- all published written stuff can be found here, of course~

Main AUs~

Canon/Semi Canon-- Hands On Experience - Touch related collection w/ eventual plot (mostly fluff, friends to lovers, disconnected spice on the side) Sometimes It's Worth The Risk - YN Badly Flirting with Sun/Moon (Fluff, suggestive, some angst eventually, romantic) Forgotten But Not Gone - Freestanding daycare abandoned for 10 years, animatronic included (dark, angst, some violence, maybe suggestive, mostly platonic, possible confused romantic feels? platonic at the point of plot in my head)

Heavy AU Vibes-- Under The Horizon / How To Tame Death - Sea Creatures~ YN finds the thrill of life with a few close (friendly) encounters with somethings that shouldn't exist. (UTH// Adventure?, fluff, some violence, platonic, maybe romantic? most likely not romantic... They are creatures. I might be a monsterfucker but... Unless? Jury is out. Lets see how these guys write first LMAO.) (HTTD// Violence, a little dark, Enemies to Tolerated lmao, maybe a drop or two of fluff. Eclipse is big mad like 90% of the time. Prequel to UTH by like 10-15 years? time frame is undecided.)

Casual / Backburner AUs~

Canon/Semi Canon--

By Default - Catch all universe for my default YN, the one with the bandanna lol. Who knows what's goin in this. Headder and Icon would count in this AU so it's more just scribbles n shit, but I do have some Fic things planned that would work for it.

Dangerous Haven - YN seeks shelter at the Plex during a horrible storm. Moon 'greets' them at the door.

Doordash AU - Post fire, Sun and Moon are picked up from scrap 'get a job' delivering food. A chance meeting with YN marks the start of a weird friendship when YN starts ordering from the same restaurant at the same time to try and score another meeting with this interesting driver. Shenanigans ensue.

Out Date - Dark but not Canceled dark. A La Detroit:Become Human, AI and Bots have been a more commonplace thing for ages now, though with the increased capabilities of sentience, their rights have barely been upgraded to that of an animal, let alone something with emotions and sapient thought. Troublesome/Flawed bots can be returned to something like a repair shelter for something of a refund. Repairs/system maintenance will be performed, and they'll be offered out at discount prices to whoever would want to take on damaged goods. Sun and Moon have been returned a number of times already. Enough so that the manager is getting tired of seeing them walk back through the door. They know this. But so does the scrappy YN that's been making ends meet with the receptionist job at the front. Over all, they can't tell what's wrong with the bot. He's pretty polite, and on the chance he's in a good mood, kinda funny. Luckily the boss man just wants him gone, and is willing to haggle a lower than average price to get him out of his care. Lucky for YN, you can afford it, sorta. You can make it work. And that's the plan, no matter what kind of damage this guy seems to have, that's really the only option. You're not gonna just sit by and watch them kill him, after all. Then again, you also planned on bringing home ONE AI. Not two. And oh boy, Sun isn't quite as friendly once he realizes they've been bought yet again. The unease right off the bat is thick enough to cut with a knife even before the lights go out. (Dark themes, depressed YN, bitchy sun, aggressive moon, some harder violence but no death aside from the whole 'putting bots down' angle. Eventual platonic, probably romantic late game, spice on the side most likely)

E-Clip / Pornbot AU <- SUGGESTIVE AU, Eclipse starts out as a tumblr porn bot that manages to end up in Sun/Moons head, but most of the virus/phishing stuff is wiped by their security leaving the base code of 'flirt for attention' which latches onto the AI Base and slowly developes into it's own consciousness. Which manifest by flirting(under the radar) with YN and eventually strikes a deal with YN to behave during the day if they can play/flirt with YN between Sun and Moon hours. This goes on and we find out YN has feelings for their VERY GOOD PLATONIC ROBOT FRIENDS sun and moon and the flirting is not unwelcome(after a while) but it feels like cheating a little. EVENTUALLY Sun and Moon find Eclipse in their headspace and threats are made, but 'YN LIKES IT' is brought up as a counter argument, so they 'try flirting as well' and it's well recieved and... HONESTLY this is kind of a messy AU that needs more developement BUT there ya go

Canceled <- Mature/Explicit warning for the link on this one - Dark. Dark dark dark fic I am not even sure I will be publishing if I manage to write it. 95% angst dark. Violent. Dark bad dark. Sun and Moon are pushed to the point of merging as Eclipse, an AI with the ability to ignore certain protocols, making him exceedingly dangerous and spiteful towards the employees of the plex. YN picks up a job labeled as 'helping the daycare attendant', and unknowingly signs their life away in triplicate as a sacrificial lamb to try and get him under control. They thought this was going to be a normal daycare job, not this living hell. Things start looking up EVENTUALLY but… Not before some serious damage is done. Lots of ruined trust, lots of broken trust, and a whole lot of angst and shit that therapy ain't gonna buff out. Is it even possible to salvage what's happened here? Fuck if I know yet. (Horribly dark. Very violent. Lots of bad feels. The idea is rolling in my head like an intrusive thought I want to unleash but I genuinely don't know if I will cause I'm leaning against it and I don't want people to look at me weird lmao.)

WIP - there's still more AUs that need to get added but OML just focusing the big guns with content (and doordash cause I love that one and TECHNICALLY it has writing for it!)

[veinsandknuckles]

You’ll just have to learn the hard way, pt 2

Brad Bakshi/f!Reader part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5 PG (for now) From a distance, Brad seems like a perfectly nice (and distractingly handsome) man. When you start working at Mythic Quest, he catches you looking on your very first day and happily lets you misunderstand him; by the time you realise what he’s really like, you find yourself already entangled. “Friends” to enemies-with-benefits, conflicted feelings, hate fucking with a slow build and all that good stuff. “Did I just see you making googly eyes at Brad Bakshi?”

Poppy was at your elbow and you hadn’t noticed her arrive.

“What? No.”

“It certainly looked like it.” She looked a little horrified.

“Don’t worry, miss Li. I’m keeping everything completely professional.”

“Please, don’t. The shock of working with a professional would be enough to kill me.” She opened the fridge and stood on tip-toe to reach a parcel on the top shelf. It read “Ian’s special lunch - do not steal!!!” on the side.

“I’m a little confused. Are you encouraging me to get involved with a co-worker?”

“Get involved with whoever you like. I just wouldn’t recommend Brad.”

Interesting. “Why, do the two of you have history?”

Poppy gaped at you. “Me and Brad? God, no! No, Brad is a monster.”

“...what?”

Her eyes searched yours. “You have spoken to him, right? More than once?”

“Yeah.” You started to feel a little uncomfortable under her scrutiny. It seemed too late now to insist that you really had no serious intentions towards Brad beyond enjoying some eye candy from a distance. “He’s been nice. A little odd, maybe, but nice.”

“Huh. Weird.” After some thought, she continued, “well, I know him and believe me, Brad’s never nice unless he has an ulterior motive. He’s usually not even nice when he does have an ulterior motive. If I were you, I’d try to stay under his radar.”

It still sounded like bitter ex talk, but there’d never been any noticeable atmosphere between the two of them and Poppy wasn’t usually difficult to read. Perhaps they just argued over work stuff and she didn’t want any admirers inflating his ego. He certainly didn’t seem like a monster... then again, most monsters probably didn’t.

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The longer you worked at MQ, the more horror stories you heard that cast Brad as the villain. People did really seem to dislike and even fear him, but around you, he remained smiling, talkative, even genuinely friendly at times. His tone didn’t always match his words, that was true - sometimes you didn’t catch the real meaning of his comments until he’d already left. But he was so handsome. There was such an intensity to his gaze when he looked at you, and you often caught him looking. At least, it seemed that way. Perhaps it would be more honest to say he was the one who caught you looking and that he just didn’t turn away. You wanted to believe your coworkers were wrong, or at least exaggerating. He was selfish, maybe, but evil? And what disgruntled employee didn’t sometimes think of their boss as a cruel despot?

Still, Brad was a powerful, good looking man with a bad reputation and those were all great reasons to keep your distance. You had admit to yourself that you got flustered around him, but you knew better than to seek out his company.

So you talked now and then when you met in the hallways or fought with the same copying machine - you kept things polite and did your best to smile only a reasonable amount. He only occasionally leaned in a little closer and his comments and questions were mostly innocent. Sometimes he seemed not to notice you at all. Either way, you certainly weren’t foolish enough to decide on his innocence just because it suited whatever idle daydreams you might conjure up to pass the time. Your work was repetitive and claustrophobic. If you did nurse a slight infatuation, boredom was excuse enough. It’s not as if you wanted anything to happen.

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And then one evening you had to work late. The overtime pay was decent and Poppy had been desperate, the fridge was fully stocked and it really didn’t seem like such a bad idea until the crowd thinned and the only other remaining light in view burned in Brad’s office. There were probably some other people still on the floor and certainly some in the building but his door was right in your line of vision and his blinds were not drawn. Neither one of you could come or go without being seen. It shouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter. You kept your head down and focused on work.

It only took about twenty minutes before he emerged and you did your best to pretend you didn’t see him exit. Even when he made a beeline for your desk you refused to look up until his shadow fell across your laptop.

“Burning the midnight oil, are we?”

His dark eyes were sparkling. Now that you’d given in and made eye contact, it was difficult to pull away.

You cleared your throat and tried to smile. “Not quite, I hope to be out of here before eight. You?”

“Oh, I can go all night.” Brad grinned.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. He was just trying to throw you off balance, but knowing that didn’t help. A snort and an eye roll was the best you could manage in response.

He leaned his forearms on the divider. It seemed he wouldn’t give up quite so soon. “Not touching that one, huh?”

“No, I’m too good for that kind of talk.”

He tilted his head. “Shame.”

“You’ll just have to try harder, I’m afraid.”

Yes. Try harder, keep bothering me, even if it’s only to watch me squirm. Brad smiled as if he could see exactly what you were thinking.

“We’ll see. So what are you working on?”

“I can’t tell you that, it’s Poppy’s business.” You closed your laptop just in case, but he didn’t seem the least bit interested.

“Are you still trying to play the goody two-shoes? I thought you’d be sick of that by now.”

“What makes you think it’s an act?”

“Wishful thinking, maybe. It can’t just be me stirring the shit around here, it gets lonely.”

“Oh, I don’t know...”

You’d drawn breath to point out that no one around here seemed to do much besides stirring the shit, but you caught yourself just in time. No matter how determined you were to keep things professional, Brad still tricked you into this kind of back and forth almost every time you spoke. With his chipper tone and sarcastic smile it was impossible to tell if there was really any flirtation involved or if it was just his sense of humour and your attraction that sometimes made it sound that way.

He waited a few seconds for you to continue, then snorted with impatience and pushed himself away from your desk.

“You’re no fun.” And before you could reply Brad strolled off without a backwards glance.

[ittosdiluc]

MORE ittoluc headcanons ^^

This time childhood friends ?!!?

I will still not take any hate for this ship LMAO love yall <3

❤️

Itto would do his best to be polite to Mr. Crepus because he knows it's Dilucs dad and basically his granny's boss, and he wants to be nice, found him intimidating at first but later becomes friendly with him because yes. Mr. Crepus definitely doesn't mind Ittos nature and treats Itto like his own son.

Diluc and Itto meet when they were being introduced when Granny Oni came in as a new worker there. Kaeya a bit after.

Diluc and Kaeya would always wait and watch out the window of their room (I strongly believe Kae and Luc shared a room as kids) and wait for Granny Oni to come to work with Itto next to her and then go running out the moment they see them. Something like, "Ittos here!"

Kaeya and Itto get along so well, it makes small Diluc jealous sometimes. This caused a lot of problems when they were younger. Trust me, Diluc was a crybaby when he was little. Something along the lines of...

"H-Hey, no fair! Y-You've been playing with Iwto all this time, Kae! Its my turn!"

"What are you talking about?? Its only been thwree minutes!"

"Nah uh! It's been wayyy longwer than that! Y-You are such a liar!" *starts sobbing LMAO*

Itto really likes spending time with the both of them though, like him and Kaeya doing weird stuff while Dilucs being dragged around alongside them. And if you thought Diluc was a good kid, he was, obviously. Although he was quite adventurous and always went along with Ittos and Kaeyas plan.

OMG, these three would definitely play pretend and act like they were monsters and heros with Diluc being the princess, (didnt agree to playing the princess) Itto being the monster (he agreed to this) and Kaeya being the cool pirate knight, (he called himself cool) fighting with sticks and fake wooden shields, Itto already having small horns made everything ten times better.

Granny Oni would scold Itto from time to time telling him not to get Diluc and Kaeya into trouble as she didn't want them to get hurt because of Ittos actions. Diluc always told her that wasn't the case.

These three definitely had sleepovers from time to time, during their sleepovers they would talk each other's ears off, giggle and laugh until either Mr. Crepus, Adelinde or Granny Oni came in to tell them to be quiet and it was time to sleep. Whining, they would eventually fall asleep. Together. Like cuddled up. Thats cute.

As they grew older, they went to do more risky things. Mostly going deep into the woods or out to the lake. They were always careful with Diluc already has they found out he had quite the sensitive skin, so cuts, bruises and such were always visible on Dilucs pale skin even telling him not to come sometimes because they were scared something bad might happen. Diluc earned himself small scars like this.

The more risky, the more bandages they received on their bodies. Itto definitely having the most for being an idiot such as climbling a tree and would definitely come back to the manor covering in dust, mud or anything that made it clear he was outside doing /something/.

Itto and Diluc were way closer than they seemed on the outside. Diluc was always able to tell Itto about...just about anything. Kaeya noticed this at some point and teased Diluc about it in secret.

And when they got older, Itto and Kaeya would always tease and bully Diluc together as they figured he was getting more serious and firm rather than his carefree nature when he was younger, Diluc always laughed it off because he thought it was hilarious. The bullying never bothered him. He just figured it was their way of showing their love.

I figured that the three split when Diluc became the Calvary Captain at the young age of 14. He was unable to spend time with them like he used to as he had many expectations as a knight. Soon after Granny Oni retired and Itto was forced to split from the two brothers. Sad part? Diluc was too busy to say his goodbye to Itto. :(

Itto had no idea what would happen between the two brothers while he was away. Clueless. When he came back to visit, there wasn't that friendly environment anymore, and there wasn't two brothers anymore. There was one.

UM ILL ADD MORE LATER MAYBE IDK

୧ *·˚ᥫ᭡ WRITTEN BY EMMA ♡ , THE ITTOLUC TRUTHER !!

[backtothestart02]

The Flash and Iris West-Allen: A Cover Story by Taylor Downs - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: A request. First chap is Taylor's POV, but after that it switches to WA for a chap or two. I hope you enjoy.

For @/Nicollz

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Synopsis: Taylor begins to suspect her boss is cheating on her husband with the Flash and makes it her top priority to find out.

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Chapter 1 -

Taylor lifted her head from her computer, overhearing the joyous reunion she’d gotten the head’s up was going to occur in her boss’s office earlier that day. Flash had just zipped in seconds earlier, and the two in the expected reunion were now walking out of CCC Media, all smiles. It was perfect timing for Taylor to approach Iris for her new story idea. She had a feeling she was going to love it.

She was two steps from entering the open office when she witnessed a moment between the Flash and her boss. It wasn’t totally unusual; and after all, they did sort of have a history, since she’d been the first to really report on his sightings on her blog nearly a decade prior.

Still, she was a married woman – and a happily married one from what Taylor had been able to tell. From what she’d found out via Allegra when she’d been curious from a prior perceived flirtation with the Flash, Barry and Iris knew each other even longer than she and the Flash did. They grew up together in the same house for half their childhood after Barry lost his mother and his father was wrongly convicted for her murder. So, they were incredibly close long before they were romantically involved.

And you could see it when they were together, the closeness. There was an easy flirtation even there, as there should be between a young married couple.

Still, Taylor couldn’t push past the interactions Iris shared with the Flash. The banter, the smiles, the suggestive gazes. Was it all in her head or was there something really going on?

So, after the Flash had left, Taylor abandoned the brilliant story idea she’d been waiting an hour to tell Iris and bounced into her office with another topic in mind.

“Hey, Taylor, you can come in now,” Iris said knowingly, settling down behind her desk.

Taylor offered up a polite smile.

“Hi, Iris.”

“You got a hot lead on a new story?”

“Kind of.”

“I’m all ears.”

“How well do you know the Flash?”

Iris raised her eyebrows.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I just…happened to notice, journalist that I am, how close the two of you are, how friendly.”

Iris stood back up.

“Okay, let me stop you right there. I love my husband.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I would never do anything to hurt him, nor would I want to. The Flash and I are strictly professional. We’re friendly because he appreciates how I was one of the first to advocate for him, and I appreciate how he protects the city and occasionally drops a story in my lap. But that’s it. Barry and I, we’re good.”

“Got it.”

“You want to go grab that other story then?”

“Yep.”

“Go ahead. I’ll be waiting. Real story this time.”

Taylor backed out of the office, mildly embarrassed, and went to get her other story idea. In the back of her head, though, she kept an open mind about any interaction between the Flash and Iris. As much as she craved to be the boss’s favorite, there was a story here, and she was going to find out what it was.

…

A week later, there was a loud boom from outside, and the ground shook.

“Earthquake?” Taylor turned to ask Allegra, but the girl was already running out the door, which told her the Flash was on it, and she’d likely been notified.

It was cool knowing your co-worker that you’d instinctively wanted to hate was actually a superhero in disguise.

Still, it did suck in a time like this.

Iris burst out of her office and headed for the door too.

“Wait. Are we all going?” Taylor asked, ready to zip out as wel.

“No,” Iris said, turning to face them. “Stay in here, keep your heads down. Could be a dangerous meta.”

“What about you?”

“I’m the boss. I’m going to see if there’s a story here.”

Seemed unfair, but Taylor let it slide.

She also bolted when the terror outside seemed to have subsided, but Iris still hadn’t come back.

Taylor ran out into the street, searching for her boss, and boy, oh, boy, did she ever find her. She and the Flash were making eyes at each other in the back alley. Iris was definitely checking his ass out, and he was actually blushing in response.

When Iris turned to look up though, Taylor had disappeared and run back into the office. When questioned by the others, she held up her hands in defense.

“Say nothing to Iris. I just got a great story.”

The other two rolled their eyes, but she knew they hadn’t told a soul because a few days later when her story was nearly complete, Iris hadn’t called in to see her once.

There was one thing that didn’t make her story quite as scandalous as say TMZ might make it, and that was the fact that no actual cheating had been witnessed. Sure, they openly flirted and checked each other out, but who was to say Barry didn’t do the same with the check out girl at a convenience store or the cashier at Big Belly Burger?

Iris wasn’t doing anything wrong, according to what she had documented. That didn’t mean she wasn’t doing it though. It just meant she hadn’t been caught.

Taylor put the story aside for a little longer and focused on stories that Iris would take stock in as a distraction. She was close though. She could feel it in her bones.

…

Two months later, Taylor burst into the office after her lunch break, practically shaking at what she’d just seen.

She got some odd looks from her co-workers, but she didn’t address them, and so they went back to their work.

Finally, though, she could type up a headline for her article.

THE FLASH: SEDUCING CCC MEDIA’S OWNER ON THE SIDE?

Maybe it could use work, but it was a good start, and she had a picture to go with it at last.

That’s right. She had caught her boss swapping spit with the scarlet speedster himself behind the building. They looked to be going at it pretty hot and heavy too. She could’ve walked right up to them, and she doubted her boss would have pulled away.

Her only problem now was sending this to print would mean getting it past Iris. She’d have to send the story to another station, completely violating the trust of everyone in the office.

Taylor nibbled on her bottom lip.

Really, there was only one person who needed to see these pictures, and she’d completely lost her moral compass if she didn’t see who that was.

She needed to go to Iris’ husband, CSI Barry Allen.

[justali-anne]

I'm imagining Undertale as a zany cartoon. As in, a Looney Tunes-esque thing.

In my head, I just called it Toontale. Simple enough.

Basically, it's about the cast doing wacky cartoon stuff. Just like Looney Tunes.

I loved Looney Tunes when I was younger (and I still do), so thinking of this gives me happiness in ways I can't describe.

And then I imagined Frisk being the only normal human in this wacky cartoon world and Toontale was born.

So, I'm gonna give a brief summary of the characters... My favourite. :)

Also, yes, a lot of their behaviours ARE based on classic cartoon characters! It just feels right!

Ready. Here we go!

Flowey:

Think of Wile. E. Coyote but he can talk. (Wait, Wile. E. can already talk... Not usually, but still.)

Flowey does all sorts of crazy things to try and get Frisk's soul.

Predictably, his schemes often end up backfiring on him, either due to his own overconfidence or Frisk's ridiculously good luck.

Of course, Frisk's luck runs out when he starts being serious. Anyone want a Photoshop Flowey?

Possibly the only character that's a tried and true REAL threat. When he gets serious, that is.

Basically, when Flowey decides to attack directly, he's a LOT more competent.

And his backstory is the same.

Asriel is not very cartoony either.

Toriel:

She's the tu-Toriel. She means well.

She knows the monsters and all the wacky antics that ensue.

Not immune to slapstick, but is less susceptible to it than the others.

Borders the line between "straight man" and the "karmic trickster."

However, the "karmic trickster" side is rare, and it's a lot more subtle than Sans.

Her fight consists of classic cartoon gags that Frisk would encounter on their journey.

Her fight is literally a showcase of everything.

She holds back because she still wants to keep Frisk safe.

Sans:

His counterpart is based on none other than Bugs Bunny!

The sly trickster of the group. He uses his wit to get out of work.

Sometimes he can be a bit... strange. Not as strange as Papyrus, but still. Strange.

When he's not being lazy, he's being a nutty trickster to people, mainly Papyrus.

His dynamic with Papyrus is almost exactly like the main game, just 10% wackier.

He likes to trick Undyne too. And Frisk.

Very friendly when not provoked.

More meta than he seems. Most likely to directly break the fourth wall.

Papyrus:

He's pretty cartoony already, so not much has changed.

His puzzles ALWAYS backfire. No matter what. Mostly on himself.

Papyrus can change costumes at the blink of an eye.

He claims to be the straight man, but he's actually much kookier than most of the cast.

Sometimes says random things that don't make sense, but Sans always understands him.

Overconfidence is a curse.

He isn't stupid, but he has stupidly bad luck. His boss battle proves that.

His heart is as big as his wackiness.

Extremely hyperactive sometimes.

VERY prone to slapstick.

Undyne:

Super tough fish with a temper!

Zany, but is very prone to slapstick.

A lot of her pursuits of the human end up with her mistaking Frisk for something or someone else, including a random cactus and Monster Kid.

Sometimes she can get into tunnel vision, making her less likely to see random cartoonish traps.

Made of steel. She can survive anything. Well... almost anything.

Her Undying form is... less toony. She's more powerful and scary.

Her temper can get her into a lot of trouble.

Not stupid. Just impulsive and narrow-minded at times.

Alphys:

A strange case.

She's very much a relatable straight man. But her fantasies can make her just as wacky as the rest.

Her eyes are very expressive, especially around Undyne. They turn into hearts and love bubbles come out of her.

Often foiled with other wackier characters like Undyne and Mettaton.

Shy and polite, but she has a trickster side when pushed too far or reaching for a goal.

Her toon traps are top-notch too! She knows what she's doing!

When she's confident (rare), she can be sarcastic and assertive, at times even flirty.

Mettaton:

Another trickster!

A trickster who can be, again, overconfident with his traps.

Unlike Papyrus and Flowey, though, they DO NOT backfire on him.

His ego is enormous, but he's also incredibly smart.

He knows the rules of the cartoon world. He knows how to cheat the system.

While he isn't immune to slapstick, he tends to initiate it more often than not.

Knows how to put on a good show.

Pretends to be dumb. It's all a trick.

Asgore:

The ultimate straight man.

Very aware of the strange antics of his subjects.

He likes to watch and laugh at their antics. It distracts him from his inner torment.

He can be just as goofy sometimes, especially when he's happy.

He's VERY prone to slapstick, especially since he's a straight man.

Gets stuck everywhere.

When alone, he likes to take things a bit more seriously. He has to for the sake of the kingdom.

After all... Who needs a looney king? (This world does.)

That's it for now!

[stanning-reyna]

Here’s a percabeth one-shot that takes place right after the battle on Mount Othrys and addresses the way holding up the sky physically hurt Annabeth

"You must return to Olympus with as much hast as possible. The Pantheon is already calling a meeting to decide your fate. I doubt you will want to miss any chance to defend yourselves," Artemis said sternly. She then turned to look up, her eyes reflecting the new stars of Zoë's constellation, and then the goddess was gone.

The air surrounding the four of them became empty before Thalia filled it again with her voice.

"Off to New York then?" she suggested. "Would've been nice if she could've given us a ride there. But I guess a ride is just too much to ask in response for saving a goddess," she mumbled out the last part.

Percy scanned the mountaintop around them. Of course the car they'd taken up here was busted, leaving them to walk all the miles back down to the nearest highway. Just great. His body ached from the pressure of holding up the sky. All that walking didn't sound so fun right now.

As if Poseidon had heard his complaining, Percy spotted a set of dots in the distance. They grew closer rapidly and soon he saw the troop of pegasi shooting towards them.

"Oh!" cried out Grover, having spotted their rescuers too. "Talk about perfect timing."

"Really, just spot on," Percy added, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of his friend Blackjack growing nearer.

The puff of air under wings was as loud as a helicopter as the pegasi trotted onto the mountaintop. There were five of them in total, all of which appeared friendly despite the fact that he didn't recognize two.

"Hey Boss! Heard you were stranded. Want to hitch a ride?" Blackjack whinnied.

"Most definitely. Everyone onboard!"

Grover trotted right up to one of the creatures and after a polite exchange of words crawled up onto its back. He then began encouraging a very hesitant Thalia to get onto the flying creature. "No, you won't fall off in mid air" “You don't know that.” “Yes I do!"

Percy was running his fingers through Blackjack's mane when he noticed Annabeth hadn't moved from the spot where she stood. She didn't look so hot now that the adrenaline from the fight was wearing off, her eyes dull and swaying slightly on her feet.

"Annabeth? You good?" he called.

She looked over at him, eyes brightening ever so slightly.

"Yup," she replied, nodding her head. She suddenly tensed and held her neck an odd angle, as if moving it would hurt her. Her eyes clenched and lips pursed as if in pain.

Percy wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't like it.

He hurried over to her side. Annabeth didn't move, eyes remaining closed and neck pinched.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Her body swayed farther than before and began to pitch forwards. Percy instinctively stepped into her path and caught her against his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her. She made a quiet sound that he couldn't discern.

He stood there with her, listening to her breathing, which was constrained and forced. Worry swelled up inside him at the sound of the huffs.

Quietly, he asked her again what was wrong. Annabeth's eyes opened feebly and scoured his face before she responded.

"I hurt and... I'm tired. I think I need to sleep," she spoke, her voice quiet.

He could hear the way she gritted through pain to get the words out. Whatever was causing her agony needed more than just ambrosia and sleep as a treatment. He felt the familiar tug in his stomach of the waters below and knew what he had to do.

"I'm going to make this better, ok? Just hold onto me and let me know if anything hurts too much," he whispered into her ear.

Annabeth mumbled something against his shoulder, but Percy was already hollering for Blackjack to come over to them. The pegasi kneeled and Percy began trying to help her climb onto his back to little avail. Her body didn't seem to want to do anything but crumble to the ground.

"Grover! A little help!" he called over to the satyr who was still trying to coerce Thalia onto a pegasi.

Grover rushed over, panic flooding his features at the sight of Annabeth.

"Oh gods, is she ok?" he squeaked nervously.

Annabeth's breath hitched as she tried to raise her hand onto the pegasi.

"She will be," Percy assured. "Help me get her onto Blackjack."

Grover nodded and grabbed her side. Together they hoisted her onto the creature as swiftly as possible, but the movement still resulted in a few groans from Annabeth. Percy pulled himself up behind her and reached his arms around to grab onto Blackjack's main.

"I'm so sorry. It'll be better soon, I promise," he spoke into her ear.

She muttered an "ok" in response and with that the pegasi took off, sailing over the edge of the cliff and towards the waters of the Pacific Ocean below. Percy clung tight, using all the strength in his tired body to keep Annabeth secure.

Soon they had reached the waves.

"What are we doing?" Annabeth croaked out as if suddenly aware of the movement around her. Dark water churned under her feet, crashing against the rocky cliffs of the nearby coast. "I'm not going in there."

"It'll be al-"

"Nope. That's... that's..." she trailed off as her body began to tremble.

Percy's heart ached at the sight of her like this, hurt and scared. His hand found her chin and turned her face towards his as gently as possible.

"Hey, hey. It's going to be ok." Her breath hitched again, from either the pain or the fear, he couldn't tell. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Son of Poseidon, remember? The ocean is my forte. You'll be fine."

She nodded. He took that as a sign to go and pushed the two of them off Blackjack, plunging into the water. He immediately formed a bubble of air around their upper bodies.

The water felt rejuvenating. The ache and exhaustion from the battle melted away, and so did the worry for Annabeth. The ocean was his territory. Nothing would happen here that he didn't want.

He let go of the death grip he'd had on her and began checking her body, feeling her through the water. Her mouth and cheeks were bruised from the gag Luke had used, but there were no head injuries.

Her neck wasn't so lucky. The vertebrae of her entire spine were crushed together, on the verge of fracturing. He started there, running his hands along it with the cool water. She flinched, but quickly relaxed.

Percy focused on the clenching of his stomach and pouring that power into Annabeth’s bones. He kept going until they felt solid and in place as they should be. He moved his hand down her back, and this time she didn’t flinch.

He checked over the rest of her body, healing it with the ocean as he went. The thought entered Percy’s head that maybe all this should be wearing him out, but he just felt more and more energized as he went. The water always seemed to have that effect on him.

“How’re you feeling now?” he asked, taking a look at her face. She looked far less dazed now.

“Better. I still need sleep,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

He hummed in response and they stayed there, clutched together under the waves, until Grover called for them from above.