#in the meantime in-between time think of what you'd want me to write for the next round of requests anon.

[wxnheart]

Damn I need more ghosts Konig x reader

If you thought fucking yourself while on the phone with them was something, just wait until they get home.

Ghost and König, frustrated from being away from you and you being a fucking tease, decide to get even. Again.

The first thing they do when they get home is practically sandwich you between them. They're touching every part of you they've missed you so, so much. And it's turning you on. But consequences, darling...

Just as soon as they're hugged up on you, they're gone, and you're left wanting more. Wanting to touch and be touched. Wanting to be fucked and filled to the brim. Tough shit. Gonna have to do it yourself.

Simon says as much. König heartily agrees. Assholes.

And you're reduced to a whimpering mess by your own hands. You're touching yourself; you're teasing yourself; you're pleasuring yourself. Right in front of them. Right in front of your boys.

That's it, baby. Give 'em a show to remember.

And you're close. You're so, so close. You announce it between gasps and whimpers. And they make you look at them. They make you look at what you're doing to them, hard dicks straining against the fabric of their pants. Fuck, you wanna lick their bulges so bad. Their eyes are so intensely watching you, waiting for that moment to pounce...

You cum with the force of a thousand suns it seems like. You cum so hard, so damn good, it's just... goddamn...

You're a panting, needy mess. Your hazy vision clears and your boys are a hair's breadth away from making a move. Just say the word.

You lick your lips and whisper their names like a fucking prayer.

It's all the confirmation they need.

And Ghost and König strike.

[anundyingfidelity]

AFFECTION — Soldier Boy

Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.

Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.

the boys/jackles tags: @k-slla

(if anyone would like to be added to my tags just tell me^^)

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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.

Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.

You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.

The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.

"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.

"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.

"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."

"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.

"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.

"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"

"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.

You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"

Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.

"The fuck you want?"

You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.

Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

You giggled. "Affection."

He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."

You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."

"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.

"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them and–"

"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."

He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."

Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."

"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.

You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.

"Do it again."

"Excuse me?"

"The stupid hug, do it again."

You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"

"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat my—?"

His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.

"Thanks!"

You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.

soldier boy / reader

[purplecoffee13]

“Say you’re sorry.”*

Hey guys! I’ve been writing different parts of different series (new and current ones) but I’m still in the middle of all of them, so I wanted to upload this blurb in the meantime. I usually don’t add pictures to blurbs but this one was too perfect not to add, like… look at him. Anyways, hope you like it!!! xxx

Wc: 1.3k

Warnings: SMUT, degradation, lowkey exhibitionism, daddy kink, spanking (only once but still)

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? Disobeying me, hanging up on me, driving me fucking crazy? Thought I'd taught you well... why are you being such a brat tonight?"

"Just wanted to have fun with my friends..." you protest, letting Harry drag you to his car. Your stomach bubbles in excitement, curious to see what he is going to do to you.

Tonight you had had a girls night with your two best friends, to celebrate the fact that you were all engaged or married. You had been friends since college and couldn't believe you had all come so far. However, a few hours and a bottle of wine later, you all realized: you hadn't gone out in a damn hot minute.

Naturally, the idea of going clubbing came to mind. You texted Harry, telling him you were spontaneously going clubbing, but wouldn't be home later than two (you two were flying to your mom the next day, so you didn’t want to be extremely unrested). He texted you back to go to Mercy—the club which he owned—because he had arranged VIP and a limitless tab for you there, and also reminded you to text him if you'd be home later than three so he wouldn't worry.

You agreed, and so you and your friends went to the club. However, time flew by and before you knew it was 3:30am and you were still dancing the night away. It wasn't long after that Harry showed up.

Your friends had agreed when he said he was going to take you home and let her rest a bit before getting on the flight tomorrow, and asked if they wanted to make use of the Uber he reserved for them. Since they both lived on the other side of town, he figured that would be most efficient.

It didn't take long before your friends were safely in the car paid for by Harry. Then, it was only the two of you, and your fiancé wasn't wasting any time.

"You told me you'd be home two hours ago. We have to be somewhere tomorrow." He tells you once he has escorted you back to the dark parking lot where his BMW stood between a bunch of other cars. He pulls you in between his car and another, and pushes you against the vehicle. His free hand slips under your dress and past your panties. You sigh when his fingers come in contact with your clit and start to rub.

"I lost track of time!" You whine, shutting your eyes at the pleasure of Harry's touch. A shriek leaves your mouth when Harry slaps your clit.

"I called you five fucking times, and you ignored me. You're a spoiled fucking brat." He growls in your ear, stimulating your clit further. You bite your lip, looking around to check if there is no one here. Your eyes land on a bouncer, standing in front of the back exit Harry just carried you out of. You gasp, worried that he sees you and maybe thinks the wrong thing. Harry is quick to catch on to your worries.

"Don't worry baby, he works for me, he won't think anything of it. I own that club, remember?" He says confidently, and you let out a moan. The tone of his voice has you hot and bothered for him. Your boyfriend can be so cocky, and it's so fucking hot.

"Shit… Oh my god!” you whine as your eyes roll into the back of your head. His assertiveness and stern tone had done something to you, and being a bit tipsy always made it easier for you to come, but this was extremely fast.

“You gonna come for me already? How pathetic…” Harry teases you, only increasing the speed of his fingers and positively letting you descend into heaven or wherever it is that these euphoric orgasms always seem to send you.

"Say you're sorry, baby. Say you're sorry and I'll let you come." He orders. You bite your lip, jaw slacked as you try to contain the amount of noises that threaten to leave your mouth.

"Sorry— oh f–fuck!" You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his fingers rubbing harsher, interrupting your apology. "I'm sorry, daddy."

There was a part of Harry that wanted to snatch his fingers away from you and make you cry for an orgasm until your eyes were all puffy and red, and then fuck you for the rest of the night. But he knew that the flight of tomorrow was going to kill you if you didn't have at least a bit of sleep, so he cut you some slack this time.

"Alright, come on baby, come all over my fingers." His rough voice orders, and he has to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle the squeal that escapes you as your orgasm takes over your body.

There isn't much time to come down from anything, as Harry is quick to take away his hand and open the car door. You watch as he steps inside and backs up his seat, giving you enough space for what you know he wants to do. As expected, he pulls you into the car, and you climb on top of him as he closes the car door. With the car seat leaned further down, he lays down and silently observes you. The cocky raise of a brow that says 'go on' makes your cunt ache for him again, and you are quick to follow his silent orders.

You unbutton his pants and whip out his cock, mesmerized by it as always. Harry smirks at you, still delighted by how starry eyed you get over him. You line yourself up with your fiancé's cock and push him into you. A sigh of relief leaves Harry's mouth and it makes you even wetter than you thought you could be.

Nothing but heavy pants and the squelching sounds of you bouncing up and down in Harry's cock fill the car.

"Oh, daddy! You feel so good!" You whimper, attempting to increase your speed. Harry moans out at the impact with which you are impaling yourself on his dick, and his hands travel to your tits.

"Look at you, crying for my cock, like the little slut you are." He notes tauntingly. "Don't know how to apologize in any other way than bouncing yourself dumb on my cock, do you?"

"N– ah! Fuck!" You try to respond to him, but Harry thrusts up into you, and the feeling of him so deep inside of you renders you unable to speak. Tears flow down your cheeks at the intensity of his thrusts and you aren't sure how long you'll be able to hold yourself up.

"Aw, is it too much for you baby?" He asks, following his words with an extra hard thrust. You hold on to the seat beside you in order not to fall forward, moaning uncontrollably at Harry's devilishly dirty antics.

"S– so much daddy..." you manage to croak out, and a mean laugh escapes Harry's throat. Your shut eyes open for a second, knowing you will want to see the beast you've unleashed with disobeying Harry tonight.

"Well that's too bad baby, because I don't give a fuck. I'm gonna fuck you until I've had enough, and you're going to shut up and take it, understood?" He orders, and when you don't immediately respond with words, he slaps your ass.

"Fuck! Yes, yes, daddy! Anything, please, I'm sorry. I'll be so good for you..." you start blabbering, and the sound of Harry's low chuckle vibrates all the way to your core.

"Yes you will. Now, bounce on my cock sweetheart, I never told you to stop…”

[fangirlingpuggle]

I had an idea for an AU of your "the twins are bill and Fords kids AU"

So bill finds out about the kids before they hatch(?) a bit of time before it happens in your AU Bill basically kind of just remembers "oh shit I did that with Ford I should see if it actually worked"

and then he hatches(?) them and takes them and at first because it's a ✨manipulation opportunity✨ but then oh no at least some parental instinct has emerged as he takes care of them because they're his and they're wonderful

And as they grow they develop personalities and Mabel oh how she reminds Bill so much of himself the little creature of chaos she is

And Dipper reminds him of Ford (and himself too) with that insatiable hunger for knowledge to see the secrets the universe has to offer

(And when Mabel starts becoming a bit boy crazy Bill just tells her that when she's a bit older he'll let her start her own cult)

And instead of creating things with glitter Mable creates things with the stardust her dad stole from the sky when she wanted to bedazzle her scrapbook (and also glitter because it is an item that breeds chaos and that is something Bill approves of)

And Dipper has a journal that never runs out of pages where he writes down the secrets and stories of the universe (both freely given and stolen by Bill)

And they are Bills children because how could they not be they are so fundamentally weird these nigh impossible creations that were made in a drunken haze a combination of magic and science that somehow breaks the laws of both

And Bill dreams of how when the time finally comes he shall finally bring Weirdmageddon

and he'll give them like a 10th of the planet where they can do whatever they want (because he may be a parent but he still likes to party and also doesn't want his kids to accidentally eat some hard drugs so it's basically a dedicated area for the kids where he doesn't have to worry about them too much because sometimes you just need a little you time okay!!!)

And getting back on track with the original plan surely when Ford meets the kids surely he'll at least love them as much as Bill and they can finally play one big happy Family ruling the world together

[In the meantime Ford had no idea any of this was happening didn't even know he had kids so imagine his surprise on Weirdmageddon

(Should Ford even trust these children they are Bills kids not to mention the fact that he's the one who raised them

a part of Ford wants to protect these kids another part of him thinks that Bills spawn shouldn't be trusted shouldn't exist)]

Anyway do you like my idea do you have anything you'd like to add (please say you like it 🥺🥺🥺)

(I just thought this would be a fun AU for your AU I got a bit inspired do you like it? you better like it because you have infected my brain with your ideas it's time I returned a favor with mine)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

Bill being so ready to use these kids as pawns and then he sees them and his heart instantly melts and 'I have only had these 2 for a moment and if anything happens to them I will burn the worlds down to the ground'

Him telling Mabel she can start her own cult is hilarious!

Dipper being like him fascinated by things out of his reach like the stars were for Bill and Bill encouraging him and making sure he can get all knowledge he wants.

Them breaking both magic and science is just perfection.

Bill giving hids a part of the world to have fun and sew their own chaos so he can have some me time, 'Ok kiddos go and do some destruction Dad is going to hang out with some friends and make a throne of human suffering ok'

OHH Ford's reaction to them is brilliant him being torn between wanting to protect his kids, but also these kids are Bill's and like him and raised by him. Probably twisted and manipulated by him and what if these kids are a trick a trap just a manipulation... he'd be in full paranoia mode.

This is so awesome!

[swiftsdelucaa]

❛ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Andrew DeLuca x reader ♡

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: I mean, what can we say about two idiots in love? Things become always so complicated

𝘼/𝙣: Fuck the block writing, finally this girl is avaible to post fics again :)

"Okay, listen to me, I'm your boss, so you don't have to do anything stupid or wrong, otherwise your faults will go to me, and I honestly don't want to bother with your troubles or take responsibility as if you were children" you kept walking in the corridors of the hospital while the group of interns followed you running like a herd. "In this hospital you are totally useless, your job is just to follow orders and respect the rules, understood?" you turned towards them stopping suddenly and causing some of them to collide.

"If you don't follow the rules you will not only be fired, but the chief of surgery and I will also be able to kill you with our own hands" you looked at them crossing your arms, and one of them chuckled.

"I'm sorry, this make you laugh?" you looked at the boy rather menacingly.

"Absolutely no ma'am"

"Don't call me ma'am, I feel old"

"Sure ma'a- emh- doctor l/n" you huffed before turning towards the counter. You still felt all those eyes directed at you, so you turned around again.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" they all split up going to different parts like they were scared puppies. It was so satisfying.

Thinking that next year you'd be an attending made you so proud, you worked so hard to get this far, and now you were also the chief resident.

"Wow, you're scary" you heard a voice coming from next to you, and when you looked up you saw Andrew smiling at you.

"Really?"

“No” he chuckled earning a pat on the arm from you.

"Oh hey why don't you go back three years so I can boss you around like those idiots" you suggested sarcastically.

"I think I'm ok like this, but I was joking, you deserved this work Y/n" you smiled at him looking down, meeting his eyes would make you feel like a 14 year old girl, and it was so stupid.

Okay here's the situation, you're in love with Andrew, and for quite a while, but you've never been able to figure out how he felt about you. When Andrew started working here you were already in your second year, but you immediately became friends, you were always there for each other. And recently, these strange or tense moments were starting to build up between you.

So there were two possibilities: either he is an idiot and he didn't realize that you fell in love with him, which is very unlikely because many people have understood it, or you are both idiots who love each other and will never intend to to come forward. Those are very depressing options.

"Anyway since I'm starving I'm going to get something to eat, see you later" he greeted you before disappearing and you simply reciprocated, returning to focus again on your work.

Later, after rescheduling all the interns' rosters, you ran to the elevator to prepare for an intervention with Meredith. Andrew entered before the doors closed.

"Hey" he greeted you a little surprised to see you.

"Are you with Gray too?" you asked him.

"Yes, for a surgery, are you too?"

"Yeah" you smiled at him as he nodded and raised his eyebrows. In the meantime, you were just wait for the elevator to arrive.

"Y/n..."

"What?" you turn around having heard him call you.

"Would you like to go out some time... me and you?" you chuckled at his question.

"You mean a date?" you looked at him with a smile, deep down quite happy with what you had just heard. The last time he tried to ask you out was for dinner, but it ended up being ruined by Arizona, and the rest of the night was spent by all three of you watching a movie.

"Well, if you wanna see it like this... it's ok for me" he leaned closer as he continued to speak, until your eyes met. You stayed like that for a while, you felt his hands lightly touching your hips, but it was all over as soon as the doors opened.

It wasn't your floor yet, but someone else came in.

"Hey!" it was incredibly her, again, Arizona.

"Hi..." you gave her a forced smile. It had suddenly become so embarrassing. Then the doors reopened and you and Andrew ran out together towards the hall so as not to be late.

The surgery was going perfectly, I mean, every surgery with Meredith Gray is good. Sometimes she asked you a few questions, but nothing you couldn't answer. But sometimes you hesitates before speaking, because of Andrew. Yeah well, he did that thing with the gaze, the one where he stares at you intensely, and since he was right in front of you it was very distracting. But you managed to handle it to the end.

Now you were left alone at the sinks while you finished cleaning yourselves.

There was silence, the patient had already been taken back to the post-op. It was just you and him.

You were so tired to waiting and those stupid attempts gone wrong, before he started to say something to break the silence, you had a stimulus, it was just all you wanted and needed. You turned to him, getting closer to kiss him. Your lips finally meeting his, it felt so good. Then you stopped to look at him. He just smiled at you, putting his hands on your cheeks to bring you closer and kiss you again, this time more intensely. You just enjoyed that moment, you were just happy to know that the feeling was mutual.

Yes, that was the second option.

[sophieinwonderland]

Have you seen Sense8?

It never really picked up steam but goddamn, I cried watching it, it was so accurate to systemhood and learning communication.

Maybe a "plurality of"? Or is that too easy?

-SAS

Not personally myself, exactly, but I know it's a great show!

Ghost watched season 1 long before I existed, but the plurality wasn't something he thought about back then for obvious reasons. (Besides me not existing, he didn't even know what plurality was.)

I have thought a lot about it and considered watching it for myself some time with fresh eyes instead of sifting through vague mostly-forgotten memories.

When writing my Hiveminds and Multiplicity post, this was actually a huge influence on it because Sense8 feels to me like the perfect Multiple Hivemind. Nothing else has even comes close to it!

I doubt I would have even made that post if that show hadn't been floating around in our heads, because yeah, it's super plural! 😁

It's probably not something I'm going to write about without a watch of the whole series, (I think my host stopped watching because of a recast in season 2) and I don't imagine myself getting around to that for a long time with other things being higher priority.

In the meantime though... why don't you take a crack at it? (Preferably not with the specific "the plurality of..." label, since I'm kind of attached to that branding. But you can put your own SASsy spin on it.) I mean, you're great with writing detailed posts, and I think you'd do pretty well at media analysis like that too, and discussing how you relate to it as a system.

You obviously don't have to if you don't want to... no pressure! I just think if you did, you'd be pretty good at it. And it might be fun for you too! 🤷‍♀️💖

On the topic of my "plurality of..." series, I've started work on my next one and am really excited for it!

It's going to take a while because it will involve taking a lot of pics of a book on my cellphone and going between that and typing the actual article on the computer, but I know where I want to go with it, at least. Now it's just a matter of the execution.

Things are going to get WEIRD!

source

[short-black-diamond]

omg don’t worry abt being weird, i was born strange

And also HELL YEAH!! I’ll read anything you write ESPECIALLY if it’s about the local loser boy tonny

I love him dearly

Well then let's be strange together love!

I took the meantime to write this. If you want anything changed, just tell me and I'll write you a new piece.

warnings/summary: looovely angst, suggestive stuff (you kiss him), bullying??, tonny being a loser<3, one-sided-love is what tonny thinks; but you confess..in your own way., and Tonny's an idiot in this one, you talk about your past, which is very tragic but anthonn comforts you

Also I didn't proofread.

Enjoy!

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"Under my spell?!"

Why did you even spare an ounce of attention to that loser? He doesn't even get respected by some of his workers or even friends! Sahed would be a much better option, given the fact that he tried to take you out on a date a few times but you harshly declined. He'd trade you for that newbie Julia he caught sight of recently anyway.

But...was it the fact that he gave you the most innocent expression a human could muster whenever you were near him or directed a question towards him? How you 'tsk'ed annoyedly at him when the only sound he made was a "huh?", which escaped his parted lips? You wanted to punch him right i the face. Why did he even have to look this cute?!

How he tried to be subtle with his corny and cringy love letters, thinking you had to have more admirers than he could imagine? BUt no, you scared all the other people off. He was the one who stole your heart, after all.

Was it the way he couldn't even form a todder's sentence around you? A three word sentence? Like 'how are you?', 'Is everything okay?', or "Need any help?'

Maybe the it was that one time he tried to be a little bold with you and woo you with the cringiest pick up line ever? And you just staring at him with your most disgusted expression? Making him ten times more nervous and anxious than before? But you were trying your hardest not to gush at the handsome face he was making, and how that pick up line would've made you double over in laughter?

...

But no. Now you are kissing him breathless, in one of the tents. You made sure to put a 'keep out' sign infront of the entrance and now covering his neck in hickes and the face with remnants of your lipstick. Tonny himself is no better as he gasps for air, his sweet virgin body and soul not being able to keep up with his and your tongue dancing together.

Or how you grip his collar (-which he spent an hour ironing to look good enough in your eyes-), wrinkling the fabric underneath your fingers as you kiss him harshly.

Oh! Maybe it's because of the fact that you hate to admit that you actually like that clown, you are taking pity on him and giving him a good time, because "Losers like you won't ever get a girl." ?

Hm...

Tonny meanwhile, is on cloud nine, being already disconnected from the world and just letting you do as you please with him? Because all he feels and smells and sees is you? Your feminine scent? One of your graceful hands intertwining with his while the other goes through his hair? Or how he can feel your heartbeat against his, maybe a bit farther away because of your sweet chest that he took one too many glances at? How you sneakily put your dominant knee between his legs to keep him in place because his knees were shaking and would have started to buckle any second? Making him sit on your knee because he just can't hold himself upright from the pleasure he's receiving?

Tonny, who never thought you'd give him the time of any day to let him touch you, let alone kiss you? You, who was nearly hissing like a cat at him whenever he tried to compliment you?

The loser honestly couldn't believe his luck. Even though Anthonn felt his lungs ring for air, he couldn't bring himself to stop. What if you said that he shouldn't tell anyone? Or make fun of him for not being able to even handle a small make-out session, although you two've been at it for ten minutes now? (<-sorry but Idk if this is accurate, never had a boyfriend :,] )

However, Tonny can't bring himself of anything else as he is pushed back suddenly by you. As he is gasping for air and sitting on the ground, you sit yourself beside him and also lean on him. "I- we could k-keep going, you know?!? I-if you want to...we ca-"

"Relax. Just..try to relax your body, Gremminger."

'So it's still Gremminger to you, ____? After what you've pulled?', Anthonn thinks as he frowns and still pants. You are tracing patterns on his rough, big hand. It was so, so stupid of you to kiss him in his clown costume, while you were in your skimpy dress, but eh, could be worse.

"You know...even though you're a loser to me, I kinda like you, Gremminger. I hope I could make it clear with what I just did with you."

Three seconds pass before he springs away from you. "Wh-wha?! What?! Y-you, you you you actually like me?!"

"Why else would I have kissed you like that?!"

"Because you said that "losers like me would never get a girl." !"

You sighed. "So...are you rejecting me then.", you ask after a while, because as much as you hated the fact--Tonny was right. You said these exact words before you crashed your lips into his.

"No! It's just...I'm surprised that you're even harbouring any other feelings for me besides hate and disgust..."

"Hmpg, what can I do when you look like the sweetest candy in the world?!"

When you received no answer, you glanced back at him, only to catch him staring at you with a bewildered expression. "Wh-what does that mean? "Sweetest eye candy"??"

You groaned out of embarrassment. "Do you even have any idea what you're doing to me, Gremminger?! Ever since I signed that contract you held in front of my nose, can't I stop thinking of you!

I can't stop thinking about your sweet, dorky smile, or how you blush so adorably when children laugh from your tricks! I cannot withstand myself even a second longer with you than necessary, otherwise I might just pounce on you and just---kiss the missing daylights out of you! It's surely because You've trapped me under your spell!"

"Under my spell?! Y-you're one to talk, walking around with that gorgeous body of yours, looking all divine and stuff! And when you even as much as look at me, I don't know what to do! Your presence next to me alone makes me look like the biggest idiot!"

As you two were glaring with each other, heavy blush settled on your cheeks, it dawned to you two that you just confessed to each other.

You lowered your head, but you could hear the crunching of the small rocks and sand coming in contact with Tonny's boots as he came closer to you. He sat down next to you, hesitantly putting an arm around your shoulder to see if it's alright, and when you lean on him again does he pull you a little closer to himself.

"...you mean to say that all those years...I could've had your love? Times like five minutes before our...confessing?"

"...maybe? I don't know..."

"...m-may I ask why today?"

"Because today's my birthday. And I just had to see you smile at yet another girl..."

"Wait today's your birthday?! Why didn't you tell me-"

"The people from my home died on my nineteenth birthday. And all those years, I couldn't forgive myself for still being alive, and not them, hell I'm immortal thanks to that contract!...I...also never experienced love, and from what I can remember, my parents should have been divorced a long time ago...sorry if I spoke too much..."

"N-not at all! I think it's good if you talk to somebody about your past, isn't it? Also, I'm sorry for your loss. And I think that I understand now."

"Yeah, you're right. And thank you for understanding. I'm also sorry for not treating you right all those years when you've been nothing but kind and sweet to me, Anthonn."

"Ah- y-you said---my name-!", he stuttered. 'Is this why you didn't call me by my first name all those years!? Did you know the effect-'

"Stop laughing, dammit!"

"Sorry! Sorry, I just can't!"

"____! Stop bullying me already! Don't you think these past centuries had been enough already??"

And you had a genuine smile on your face, although it looked rather mischievous. "Hm...is it? I don't know. I think you can handle a little more, Anthonn~!"

And there went Anthonn's beige skin color, swapped with a cherry red one. Even after all that, it just truly feels like he fell in love with you all over again, and you allowing yourself to give him your love.

"...so, uh, ya were jelly?"

"Wanna break up?"

"No- wait, you didn't even ask me anything regarding that! ...O-or should I-"

"Dear Anthonn Gremminger, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

How can he still be such a blushing mess?! You literally just kissed him ten minutes ago! Ugh, so much for being a loser, huh?

"U-uh, I mean, Yes! I-I would love to be your boyfriend!"

"Good. And don't ever mention, smile at or even look another girl outside of the circus ever again. If you know what's best for you, that is."

---

So, let's stop here because it's already 11 pm at my place. So, after you've read it, please leave a like, a comment, reblog it if you want (but please not as your own work), and yeah!

I'mma go sleep now. good night/morning/whatever.

Read you in the next post!

[grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks]

There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss." A look at some moments that might, depending on your perspective, count as Jon and Martin's first kiss. For the Jonmartin week day 1 prompt "First Kiss" - Updates one chapter a day, every day of Jonmartin Week.

For the last day of @jonmartinweek week, I'm posting what I intended to be the last chapter of the fic I wrote for the day 1 prompt, "First Kiss." However, someone in the comments of chapter 8 got me thinking about two additional chapters I could add to the end, if I wanted to turn this epilogue into an interlude. Please let me know (either here or on AO3) if you'd be interested in me writing two more chpaters exploring the end of the series, and what comes after. In the meantime, enjoy this quiet safehouse moment, and something that is definitely not Jon and Martin's first kiss.

They kissed quite a bit at the safehouse. Jon thought they had earned that right.

Cups of tea were always handed over with a kiss on the forehead. Jon lit a fire in the hearth and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. When the morning fog rolled in and Martin suddenly froze, eyes glazed over with bitter memory, Jon took his hand and pressed a kiss to each of his knuckles, murmuring soft, it’s alright ’s and stay with me’ s, and when Jon woke up from a nightmare with tears in his eyes and no breath in his lungs, Martin tugged him close, kissed the back of his neck, and told him it was just a dream.

They orbited each other like stranded satellites, never drifting far, always drawn back by the gravitational pull between them. Jon knew it wasn’t sustainable, this anxious, clinging codependency, but neither one of them was ready for anything else right now. That would have to come with time.

Jon stood up from where he’d been knelt in front of the hearth, tending the fire, and wiped the dust from his aching knees. Martin looked up from his knitting and stretched his arms out to Jon in obvious invitation. Jon did as he was bid, sinking into the cushions beside Martin and letting himself be pulled close until he was resting on Martin’s chest.

“How was your day, dear?”

Jon laughed. “You were here for most of it.” He cast his mind back, trying to think of something over which they could make conversation. “I’m coming around on this book,” he said, gesturing to the spy novel that was currently resting on the end table. “I think it might actually be a brilliant work of satire.”

“Oh? So you don’t think it’s ‘trite and overwritten, with clear overtones of misogyny’ anymore?”

“Oh, no, it definitely is,” Jon said. He sat up and stretched himself across the couch to grab the worn, cracked paperback. “Listen to this.” He flipped to the page he’d dogeared earlier, when Martin was in the shower and Jon had been buzzing with the urge to subject him to the passage. “Lindsey didn’t bother with a bra; she just slipped an old Yale tee shirt over her ample chest and bounced to the door. She regretted that decision a moment later when she saw the shredded, 6’4” bulk of Jack Masterson – That’s the protagonist’s name, Jack Masterson – on her doorstep. Her breasts perked up at the sight of him, and she was certain he could see her nipples standing at attention through the thin cotton of her shirt.”

“That’s– awful!” Martin exclaimed through wheezing laughter. “That can’t be real!”

“My point exactly!” Jon said. “It has to be a work of incisive self-parody, because no real human man could ever write that and expect it to be taken seriously.”

He settled back against Martin’s chest and rode the aftershocks of another wave of laughter. “You can borrow it if you like,” he offered. “I’m nearly finished.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

They laughed again, more softly, then fell into a comfortable silence. The fire popped and crackled beside them, and a log fell against the grate with a sharp crack. Outside the window, the crickets began to chirp. The lamplight and the fire cast a warm golden glow over the room, gilding the overstuffed armchair, the television set that didn’t get any channels, the axe that Martin used to chop firewood and that they both tried not to think of any other uses Daisy might have had for.

“It still feels like a dream,” Martin murmured eventually.

Jon twisted around so that he could look him in the eye while they spoke. “What does?”

“This? You? All of it,” Martin said. The reflection of the lamplight had flecked his eyes with gold as he stared at Jon in affectionate disbelief. “I’m… I’m glad we get to have this,” he admitted. “Even if Jonah kicks down the door tomorrow, drags us back to the Panopticon, plucks out our eyes – whatever he’s planning – we’ll always have had this. Nothing can change that.”

There were a thousand things Jon could have said to that, but in that moment, all of them felt insufficient, so instead he bowed his head and lowered his lips to Martin’s.

It wasn’t their first kiss, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was soft and sweet and languid. They weren’t in any hurry, anymore. After a moment, Jon pulled back and simply stared down at Martin, sprawled beneath him. His eyes had slipped closed and his lips were parted and his cheeks were growing pink. It might have been the most beautiful sight Jon had ever seen. When he opened his eyes, he looked dazed, and more than a little dazzled. Jon could sympathize.

“I love you,” Martin whispered, and that was a first.

“I love you, too,” Jon replied in a breathless rush. “God, Martin, I–” Once again, his words failed him, so he bent down for one more kiss. It seemed to get the message across.

[omaano]

hi!!!! this is so entirely random but: i ADORE your hades x star wars au, it gives me so much!!! seeing two of my absolute favourite fandoms combined in your gorgeous art style (and i know you're trying to replicate the hades style but some of your own peeks through and it is WONDERFUL; also i applaud you for taking on that mammoth challenge omg!!) gives me ALL the feels in the best way!!!!

i think i saw you mention somewhere that while you'd love to write more dialogue/story/interactions, it's not really your thing so you don't do it that often? if i'm remembering wrong please feel free to ignore me but: I AM A WRITER. I ADORE HADES AND STAR WARS AND THIS AU SO MUCH. I WOULD LOVE TO OFFER MY SERVICES IF YOU EVER HAVE NEED/WANT OF THEM!! (if not literally No Pressure but i love this au so much and would jump at the chance to help!!!)

ANYWAY sorry for the really long ask, know that i love your art and this au with all of my heart, and i hope you have a wonderful day!! :D

Hello!

Thank you so much!! 💕💕 I’ve re-read this message trying to figure out what and how I want to answer to it so many times in the past couple of hours, but I still don’t know, I’m just so touched! I’m so very happy that you like my Hades AU project! (And yeah, good eye, I have been slacking a bit in the style replicating department ^^; at this point I’m just going by what I’d observed when I started with Boba and Din for drawing the characters, and now I just go with what I could make work with my style… I’m glad you like it either way! 🥰)

You saw that right too, haha, that was in another post from yesterday; I really didn’t go at this project with a coherent story, or writing in mind. I’m just not very good at that kind of thing anymore (if I’ve ever been lol), and I truly admire any writer who gathers up the courage each day to put out their stories and thoughts every day for us! Revealing that shit to the faceless masses is hard omg 😳 So I honestly could use all the help I can get (I’m already thinking and pulling a blank at what I will do with Echo and Fives… and all the Jedi in the god roles OTL they were the latest addition and it kinda shows, I have very little idea what to do with them 😅) thank you very much for the offer in advance! I might take full advantage of it (as long as the offer stands) ❤️

But in the meantime if you ever feel like you’d want to play around with or in the sandbox of this AU please feel free to do so and let me know!! Or just your thoughts, brain worms, anything! I’d be very happy to talk with people about this or what are all of your takes on this silly AU of mine ^^ (no pressure or anything, I’m just excited to possibly talk about something that is very dear to me, the art of which I really love to share. Even if we are slowly reaching the part in my notes that’s mostly made up by question marks and “need to look some stuff up for this” XD. Also I don’t think I’ve ever read a hades fic in my life, so I have no idea how that or the gameplay translates between various mediums XD)

I hope you have a wonderful day as well ❤️

[sallowsdiary]

Dearest Sebastian,

I honestly was not planning on writing another letter, as I've felt like I already poured my heart out onto the first one I wrote for you. But I couldn't help it. Thank you for being understanding of my conflicted feelings between you and Ominis.

I saw you at Crossed Wands today, and as usual, you were effortlessly amazing. I've been wanting to join... as my family would normally tell me I could have a chance with my budding dueling skills. But I'm equally terrified of making a fool out of myself while you watch, so I'll just stand back and watch for the meantime.

Personally, I don't think 5'9 is a short height. I mean, we're all still in the age of physical growth and all that. I have a feeling you'd have a spurt in a few months. But even if you end up retaining your current height, you're still taller than me. So, that's sweet.

After spectating your tournament, I went to the library and had a little... cartomancy session. I've always been fond of tarot readings, and asked the cards about my current predicament. Well, let me tell you. The cards basically said that if I perhaps start with being your friend, I'll get to see different aspects about you, and not just in a romantic light. And I honestly agree.

I asked the same question about Ominis as well, and it gave me a little different answer. The cards basically told me to not even bother, as he most likely will reject my attempts to establish even the most innocuous of friendships. That dampened my spirit, I'm not going to lie. But who knows? Maybe I'll be given the chance to befriend him in the future.

This is why I'm writing to you again, in the hopes that we can be somewhat anonymous pen-pal friends. Of course, you can refuse. If you don't feel like engaging in mindless conversation, I totally understand.

In the meantime, I'm slipping this letter inside your cauldron once again, and I've also included a book I brought with me from my home country. It's a book about different charms, enchantments, conjurations, hexes and jinxes, and curses. It's written in the Eastern (Oriental) perspective, so you may find something valuable there that might help Anne. Something not written in the Western perspective of magic, as some of it might be forbidden in these parts of the world.

If you ever want to return the book, just place it behind the bush parallel to the bench beside the entrance to Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. The one in the Transfiguration Courtyard.

I hope you have a wonderful day today, and tomorrow, and the days after that.

— Mina

Dear Mina,

First of all, let me say that your letter was a wonderful surprise. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again, but I’m glad you decided to write. And as for pouring your heart out—well, I think that’s exactly what letters are for, don’t you? It’s a chance to say all the things that might be too difficult or too awkward to say in person. So, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me.

I’m genuinely touched that you’ve been thinking about Crossed Wands and about joining. I understand the hesitation, though. It’s one thing to duel in private, but it’s another thing entirely to do it in front of an audience—especially one that includes me. But let me tell you this: if you ever decide to step into the ring, I’ll be there to cheer you on, not judge you. We all have to start somewhere, and you might just surprise yourself with how strong you really are. And if you ever want to practice or get some tips, you know where to find me.

As for my height, well, you’re kind to say that 5'9 isn’t short. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment, though I’m not too worried about it. Growth spurts or not, it’s nice to know you think it’s sweet that I’m taller than you. I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m feeling particularly towering.

I’m intrigued by your cartomancy session. It’s fascinating how the cards can offer insights that sometimes align with our own thoughts. I’m glad they suggested starting with friendship—it’s a solid foundation for anything that might follow. And if you’re worried about Ominis, don’t let the cards discourage you too much. He can be a bit… particular, but once you break through his shell, he’s one of the most loyal friends you could ask for. If anyone can manage that, I’d wager it’s you.

I’m more than happy to be your pen-pal friend, Mina. There’s nothing mindless about our conversations—they’re meaningful, and I enjoy them. Besides, who wouldn’t want to exchange letters with someone as thoughtful as you? Consider me your very willing correspondent.

Thank you for the book. It’s a truly thoughtful gift, and I’m eager to dive into it. Eastern magical perspectives are something I haven’t had much exposure to, and I’m always looking for new angles, especially if they might help Anne. Your kindness doesn’t go unnoticed, and I appreciate it more than I can express.

I’ll be sure to return the book to the spot you mentioned, but don’t be surprised if I hold onto it for a bit—I have a feeling it’ll be a captivating read.

Wishing you the most wonderful of days, Mina. I look forward to hearing from you again, whenever you feel like writing.

—Sebastian

P.S. You’ve definitely brightened my day, so thank you for that. And who knows? Maybe one day we’ll be having these conversations in person, no cauldrons needed.

P.P.S Someone taught me about sharing music like Muggle-borns do! Here is a tune I accidentally played today. I actually still haven't found a way to skip to a different genre, though I'm sure I'll figure it out soon.

[kira-anon-uwu]

chunk from my write's block document

context: i have a fic just for me that i've only shared the majority of with one person that i only work on when i can't focus on anything else. it probably will never see the light of day but here's a funny part that i genuinely feel bad not using in something meant to be posted.

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He climbed the ladder in the meantime, idly tapping his hands against the empty part of the shelf as he waited for Wilbur to come back.

"So, I'm hoping you spent your time at home resting,", Wilbur started as he handed up books.

Tommy let out an annoyed groan, contemplating dropping a book on the man's face. "Can we talk about literally anything else?"

"Thoughts on the art of eating sand-"

"I slept while I wasn't here, yeah."

Wilbur exhaled out of his nose with amusement. "That's good. And you explained it to your parents?"

"Yeah, and they didn't bother me about it nearly as much as you are."

"That's not as comforting of a statement as you think it is."

"It's my way of telling you you should drop it,", he rolled his eyes.

"And this is my way of making sure I'm not going to have to file an insurance claim of some kind because you dropped dead in the middle of my store."

"Please, give me some credit; I'd go die somewhere out back, probably."

"Tommy, am I going to have to start making regular checks of the alley to make sure you're not sitting back there like a salvage animatronic?"

"Y'know what? Yes, you do. Gonna wait for you to drag my ass back inside so I can hide in the vents and kill you."

"Which one would you be?"

"You can't hit me with a question like that and expect an immediate answer,", Tommy stopped to think about it, ignoring the way Wilbur was laughing at him as he genuinely considered it, "Probably be Lefty, I recon."

That made Wilbur laugh even harder, dropping the book in his hand back in the box as he tried to collect himself again. "Why Lefty?"

"Because he's cool, and he's got the fucking puppet inside of him."

"I was assuming you'd say some shit like Moltent Freddy."

"Well yeah, if I wanted to be basic about it."

"And what about me, then?"

"Easy; you get to be purple guy."

"Tommy, I didn't sit there and listen to you explain that whole fucking timeline for nine hours for you to compare me to a child murderer."

He looked down at the man with the smallest amount of empathy he could muster, giving him a shrug.

Wilbur glared at him before moving the ladder down the shelves.

"Holy shit, you don't have to prove my point!", Tommy's grip on the ladder tightened, and he leaned closer to it as the wheels grinded against the rails.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over my insatiable bloodlust. I'm trying to make Remnant."

"Think you making me bust my fucking head open would be Agony instead!"

"I am being one-hundred percent honest with you when I tell you I do not know the difference between the two, and I genuinely do not give a fuck."

"I don't think Scott Cawthon does, either."

"Can we stop with the FNAF talk now, please?", Wilbur sighed, "Bringing it up again reminded me of how exhausting it is to think too hard about it."

"You're the one that brought it up!"

"And now I'm the one putting it away; sticking the missing children in their graves, one might say."

"Ok, Mr.Afton. How many more books are there?"

"I will beat your ass."

"Oh, but you were so worried about me before."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, moving the empty box from the top of his cart to get to the next one. "That was before you started calling me fucking William Afton."

"But think about it; same first name, he probably stank as well, you've probably murdered a few people-"

"You can't prove that."

"I can absolutely prove that you stink,", Tommy snorted, going to grab the next book from Wilbur's hand.

The man narrowed his eyes at him, waiting for Tommy to have a good grip on the thing before yanking it back hard enough that the ladder Tommy was standing on started falling backwards from the shelf.

Wilbur managed to catch him before he hit the floor, but the sudden motion absolutely did not feel good on his injury.

[atinylittlepain]

Monday Digest - sure, why not

hi, folks

been a minute since i've done one of these. first and foremost, thank you to everyone who sent in kind messages and congrats for me finishing my novel. i have quite literally never felt anything like this - some sort of mix between pure giddiness and dreaded disbelief lol

i also just want to have a sappy moment because, truly, i would have never worked up the gumption and just sheer suspension of disbelief that it took to write this thing without all the work i've done on this blog. so, yeah, thank you all for bringing me back to writing this year, wouldn't be sitting on an 80K manuscript right now without all of your support <3

i have to apologize to my moots because i have not been reading all of your wonderful things while i have been in this first draft cave, but i am looking forward to playing catch up to the best of my ability!

so what's next for me. well, i don't know, quite frankly. i'm excited to get this novel into the hands of beta readers (hi, beta readers, thank you and i love you) and i think i'm going to take a few days off writing entirely in the meantime. summer stretches thin, darlings, still a month to go before thesis and grad apps and all of that, so who knows what i'll get up to in this time i still have.

There is still much left for June and Only Lovers Left Alive and i imagine that's what I'll be posting for the foreseeable future. so let's say new June chapter every Tuesday and new Only Lovers Left Alive every Thursday until they are both completed.

that's about all from me. sadly not many recs, because i literally have not been reading much of anything. though i can always rec @tieronecrush's hot and heavy series, which i did treat myself to the new chapter of this morning

i also have @swiftispunk's new Marcus Pike fic sitting in my likes waiting for me to devour it, just sayin

annnnd one more lol, @morning-star-joy has a joel fic called Honey Don't Feed It, It Will Come Back that was an absolute delight to read this afternoon

i'd like to put a call out to all of you to drop your recommendations in the comments so i can tuck in to some well-deserved reading lmao

thank you thank you for continuing to hang around here, as always, my inbox is open if you'd like to chat or just say hi

with care

gin

[huds-hub]

Asgorudy Week, Day 1: Valentine's Day

Hey look, it's a fic! I'm doing the days out of order because I'm a BOSS! Also, posting it on my hub account since the place with all my Rudy writing, @reindeer-dad, is currently hidden from search results -.- Tagging @djdrawings, host of Asgorudy Week!

Summary: Asgore takes Rudy on a road trip for Valentine's Day evening and a trip down memory lane. Word count: ~1150 Author's Note: This fic is less focused on romance and more on the banter between Asgore and Rudy, from Asgore's perspective. But they're still cute together. Cute and in love. <3

Valentine's dinner was a nice, quiet meal in Rudy's apartment. Nothing too out of the ordinary from their usual date nights, unless you count the pink tablecloth and a simple candelabra decorating the dining table along with their plates of casserole.

Notably, there was no wine. Asgore had to stay sober to drive Rudy for a surprise Valentine's Day trip.

Gorey gently pulled Rudy's arm before he could take a step outside the apartment building. "Let me put this on you first," he said, slipping a bandana above Rudy's antlers and wrapping it over his eyes.

"Never thought of the day you'd bust out a blindfold," Rudy playfully chirped as he adjusted the bandana to snugly rest under his protruding ears.

"Was that a wink I heard?" he teased.

"Got super-hearing too? Cuz I definitely heard that eyeroll!"

They both laughed. Asgore gingerly tucked Rudy's arm under his own and lead him out to his truck.

Was it excessive to deprive Rudolph of sight before driving off? Definitely. But Gorey didn't want to risk the other man peering into the bed of his truck. There, he’d spot the rolled-up air mattress and thick blanket, a dead give-away to what he wanted to surprise his boyfriend.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Asgore asked, not raising his hand at all.

"Twenty."

"Golly!" His laughter rippled. "That was close, sweetheart. But, unfortunately, no cigar."

"Good thing we don't smoke then, huh?" Rudy nudged him.

It was fun, their banter together. As the years went by, Asgore got good at countering Rudy's sense of humor. In the meantime, Rudy's jokes became less abrasive, rarely ever poking fun at Asgore’s flaws like they used to. Whether it was because the reindeer became really soft for the big guy, or age and fatherhood altered his sense of humor. Asgore assumed it was both.

They settled into Gorey's truck and drove off. He occasionally glanced at Rudy, whose smile didn’t waver one bit. His large paw rested on the other’s lap between shifting gears.

“I gotta keep this thing on the whole ride?” the reindeer asked after some time.

Would Rudy know where they were going if he took it off? Asgore considered before answering. It’s been so long since they’ve been to this particular place. They never came from the direction of Hometown, either. The drive was shorter starting from here. But Gorey was the type of person to always err on the side of caution. “Yes, please keep it on,” he replied with a apologetic squeeze to his partner's thigh.

“Sure thing, big guy." Rudy's hand rested on top of Asgore's. His thin fingers rested snugly between the ridges of the larger man’s knuckles. "But!" His fingers drummed. "Only on one condition! Gimme a hint, and I’ll take a shot at guessing where you’re taking me.”

Asgore decided on something vague. So, if Rudy missed the mark, he could drop more hints. "We've been there a... very long time ago." His voice was wistful.

"That's not enough to work with, man! You mean back when we was in college?" Rudy cackled and took a guess. "Umm… the ol' alma mater?" A strange guess, since nobody would call the campus a romantic spot. Gorey reckoned Rudy kept the nostalgic factor in mind.

"You are correct about the time. But no, it's not Ebbot University."

"Okay, then. The Library!"

Asgore paused. Why would Rudy think he'd take him to the place they'd go to study and cram the night before exams??

Rudy read the awkward silence as confusion. "You know, the place you got black out DRUNK the first time!"

Oh. Yes. The Library. The convenient name of the bar closest to the campus. "Oh...oh ho ho..." My, that was an laborious time. He could have sworn off alcohol for the rest of his life the morning after that. "Most certainly not, dear."

"Is it... someplace in Homecity?" A blanket guess, since most of their adventures in their younger years took place there.

"I'm afraid you're wrong."

"Eimmet Beach!" he spat. Oh yes, a stunning destination. One semester after final exams, they took a road trip there with a couple of friends. They lit a bonfire, roasted marshmallows, and lounged around with a cooler full of cold ones. "Man, I could still taste those s'mores in my mouth!"

"Ah... you're getting warmer." His voice shimmered.

Asgore removed his hand from its resting place to downshift. The truck's bench seat whined and creaked as its shock absorbers struggled to level themselves off-road.

Rudy flailed in his seat like a beanstalk whipping in the wind, his head nearly colliding with the side window. Asgore hit the brakes, jerking both of them forward. Creee went the handbrakes.

"Rudolph, I... I am SO sorry." Gorey wrapped his bear-like arms around Rudy to check if he had been injured. Surely his lack of vision made him unable to brace for the sudden change in terrain! "I forgot how uneven this dirt road is!"

But Rudy sat up and held him in return, unharmed. Judging by the smile, he wasn't shaken up one bit!

"Man, OF COURSE!" he cackled. That bumpy road was all too familiar. "Freakin' Dew Point!? I REMEMBER Lars taking us there with his Jeep and that god-awful road! Great view, though!"

Asgore chortle at Rudolph's comments. “Yes, they made it a mission to drive as fast they can with you, me, and Toriel trapped in the back seat." He peeled the bandana off the reindeer’s eyes, only to see them squinted like crescents with his grin. Grateful that Rudy wasn't hurt and still in good spirits, Gorey gave a soft kiss on the nape of his brown snout. "You're absolutely right."

Rudy opened his eyes and nuzzled him in response. "Don't you worry about me, big guy." His lips lifted into a smirk against Asgore's fuzzy cheek. "You know us Holidays got hard heads. I'll survive anything!"

The remainder of the evening went perfectly as planned. Asgore parked so the back of his truck faced the view of the valley. They blew up the air mattress and made themselves comfortable in its bed as the sun started setting. The yellow horizon bled into a rich orange, then a scarlet red, bathing the valley below them.

Once twilight hit, they started a fire and curled up close, watching the stars until the last ember dimmed out. A perfect way to end Valentine's Day.

Rudy lifted his head from Asgore’s embrace. “Guess we can finally associate this place with a better memory than white-knuckling car handles.” He gave a light pinch on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Well… almost.”

Gorey nuzzled his snout near the base of Rudy’s antler. “I sincerely apologize for that, my love.”

"Hey, what happened to that super-hearing? Couldn’t hear my wink this time? You’re fine, Gorey." His tone slipped into sincerity. "Love ya.”

“Love you too, Rudolph. Happy Valentine's Day.”

[dandelion-wings]

I was going to work on entirely different things today, but then Shit Happened and by the time I sat down I had less than an hour to write in and just wanted to be entirely self-indulgent. This continues, more or less, off the intro to this AU....

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ETA: Now available on AO3.

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Bennett refuses to let go of Kaeya for almost a week.

The first two days after he wakes up Kaeya spends in bed, and the boy sits practically on top of him, introducing him proudly to everyone who comes in and out of the room. Most of the older adventurers are "Dad."

A few aren't, and Kaeya isn't quite sure what makes the difference, except for the only one Bennett introduces with a title in front of his name. Master Cyrus is a friendly, booming presence that Kaeya tries not to shrink from as he claps a hand on Kaeya's shoulder, peering down at him through his monocle.

"Feeling better, kiddo? You looked half-drowned when Meinhard dragged you in here."

"Much better, thank you," Kaeya says. He's not sure whether pretending confidence and trying to look hale and healthy will be more attractive to this man who leads adventurers, or if seeming sickly will win him more sympathy.

"Glad to hear it!" Cyrus smiles at him. "I heard Bennett here has been keeping you warm."

"He has," Kaeya agrees. Cyrus sounds fond when he says that, so clearly Bennett has his approval. Kaeya will have to watch him to see how he appeals to the adults here. In the meantime, seeming admiring of him might work as a strategy--it was what he was supposed to do with the Ragnvindr boy, after all. "He's been very kind."

"That's our Benny," Cyrus says, ruffling Bennett's hair.

The boy beams up at him, bright-eyed and unafraid. "I'm introducing Kaeya to the Guild!"

"I'm sure he appreciates it." Cyrus turns to Kaeya before he can do more to open his mouth to affirm that he does, and his expression grows more serious. "I've heard what Meinhard and his team had to say about finding you, but I'd like to hear more about that straight from the source. You were waiting for your father outside of the Dawn Winery, you said?"

Kaeya looks up at that solemn expression and feels a chill of fear. Friendly as he may be to Bennett, there's no question this is the man in charge. It's on his word that Kaeya will either be kept or tossed out. It's possible the latter could be better for the plan, but Kaeya thinks of being out on his own on the surface again, the cold wind and rain he's seen beating against the windows the past few days and the way it felt on his own skin, and his stomach clenches at the thought. Better to stay with people willing to take care of him and work out how to correct his mistakes from here. Which means he has to please Master Cyrus with his answers.

"I was," he says, doing his best to meet the man's eyes. "He left me by the sign that afternoon and said he was going to buy grape juice, but he spent so long there that it got dark. Then the storm started, and I tried to reach the Winery for shelter, but I must have gone the wrong way."

"You certainly did. If you'd kept going that way, you'd have stumbled into Old Mondstadt, if you hadn't frozen first. You're not from Mondstadt, are you?"

"No, sir. My parents were from Sumeru."

"I thought so! You have the look. Eremites, were they? I've been to Sumeru a few times in my adventures myself."

That sends another cold rush of fear through Kaeya. He tries frantically to dredge up his mother's stories of Sumeru, the sun-soaked desert that had seemed so fantastic and impossible until the day his father had brought him up into the light. So few of them remain.

"I- my mother was, but my father...." Can't be a scholar, not if Master Cyrus has been there. Kaeya tries to remember the places they'd passed through so briefly on their way here, the brief stretches of land between Abyss portals and ancient underground ruins, and finally settles on, in desperation, "My father was a traveling merchant. Mother left the desert to travel with him. We wandered quite a bit, but... I've never had a real home."

He's proud of that line, the way it makes Cyrus look even more solemn and a little sad, even more so the way Bennett's face crumples up and he blurts out, "The Guild can be your home, too!"

"Could it?" Kaeya asks him, looking down, away from Cyrus, and trying his best to look wide-eyed and hopeful and like it's something he desperately wants. It *is* something he wants, after all. A place within Mondstadt.

"We'll see," Master Cyrus says, reaching down to pat them both on the shoulder now. He looks pensive, but not wary or opposed. "The Knights are looking for your father, but what about your mother? Is she still about?"

"No." Kaeya swallows hard, not even having to fake the way he ducks his head. He tries not to think too much about her, or about *that*--he can't, shouldn't, cry for her, and it's hard not to, so better not to run the risk at all. "She's- she's not."

"I'm sorry, kiddo. How long ago was that?"

"Three years." Kaeya isn't entirely certain of that, but he thinks it's right.

"And you've been traveling with your father since? What brought him to Mondstadt?"

"The... Wine-les-fest? He said it was a good business opportunity." Or rather, Kaeya has heard a few of the adventurers keeping vigil in his room mention it, so it's something that happened recently, and it seems to have involved stalls and buying things. A merchant would be interested in that.

Master Cyrus frowns. "That was over two weeks ago. You'd have missed it."

"Oh." Kaeya isn't sure whether that's good or bad for the tale he's spinning. They were supposed to believe his father had left him; his father had told them to let them decide why, but he has no idea what's going on in Cyrus' head. Whether what he's saying sounds like a lie, and whether adding more details will make it more convincing or reveal it as false. He hesitates to say anything at all.

"I'm sure he found that out when he stopped in at the Dawn Winery. They make a quarter of their profits during the Weinlesefest." Master Cyrus' frown deepens. "How long were you waiting for him?"

"A few hours."

"And you didn't go looking for him?"

"I thought... the winery was a business, and maybe he was making a deal. That's why he came. He... really wanted to make good deals here. I was afraid of messing that up."

"Did he.... How was trade going for him, do you know?"

Master Cyrus' voice is starting to go gentle, and while he still looks solemn, it's more pitying than suspicious. Kaeya swallows down the urge to bristle against that pity. It's valuable to the role he's trying to play.

"He wouldn't tell me, but... I don't think it was going well. We hadn't been sleeping in inns, and he was doing a lot of hunting."

"Ah. So he came here for the Weinlesefest, found out he'd arrived too late, and...." Master Cyrus trails off. "The Knights will keep looking, and I'll keep that description you gave Liam tacked on the board and make sure everyone in the Guild keeps an eye out."

"Thank you, sir." Kaeya looks up at him, trying to let a little of his worry show on his face without exposing the depth of the fear eating at him--the twin terrors of ruining the plan further, or of having to survive on the surface on his own. "Mister Meinhard said that if no one finds him, I could stay here?"

"Of course," Master Cyrus says. "Bennett's right. Unless- *until* your father pops back up, there's no reason the Guild can't be your home."

"You can share my room!" Bennett grabs his arm, grinning at him. "And my dads! They're all great. And once they find your dad, he can come and be an adventurer too!"

"Thank you," Kaeya says again, smiling down at Bennett and watching out of the corner of his eye as Master Cyrus smiles, too Only then does he let himself relax, just a little. Bennett is obviously the key to the Guild. Now that knows that, he can start figuring out how to fit in himself.

[ruki--mukami]

🧩 Admin Announcement 🧩

First of all, I wanted to touch base on a few matters of importance before writing and posting the Halloween open interaction for today.

For those of you who are new to my blog, as I have met very many wonderful people in the span of just a few days, it is my goal to post at least one open interaction per month, though you might've noticed I've been slacking a bit up until the wedding event which was more of a joint effort than the usual solo operation I run.

The purpose of these open interactions is mostly to have a fun ongoing side plot to the main threads that take place, specifically catered towards whatever seasonal event is going on during that month (i.e., the beach trip in July, and now the Halloween shenanigans in October). You might notice a lot of the open interactions thus far seem a bit out of Ruki's forte, as in they're things he normally wouldn't do, and you'd be right. However, I think it's a nice light-hearted break to have some relationship-building and silly moments too in between the usual angst. Think of it as filler episodes in an anime, except actually entertaining. Personally I really enjoy going outside and visiting new places, going on excursions I rarely ever get to go on, and these open interactions tend to reflect that. Of course, it should be known that participation is not mandatory, and I'll still answer unrelated threads in the meantime.

Is it too much work for someone like me, who most likely has at least 100+ unanswered RP threads right now? Probably. Do I care? Not really, lmao. Although I will put a disclaimer that for this Halloween event, I will probably write less verbosely than I typically do. This is because I'm feeling a bit less in the mood for large starters and replies and more so in the mood for brainless shenanigans to be quite candid. You are more than welcome to write very detailed but just know that my word count this time around might not be up to par. What I lack in imagery and detail, I'd like to make up for in actual content. As in, your muse and Ruki can actually get a lot of fun stuff done together this time (or at least, I hope).

And as always, this is just a reminder that next month's open interaction will be focused around Ruki and your muse cooking a meal together, so look forward to that!

In response to the high volume of asks and threads I have ongoing right now, I'm slowly developing a RP thread tracker for myself but since even that needs to be updated every day, it's still quite far from finished which is why I have decided to take it easy for the Halloween open interaction.

All in all, I think that covers everything I wished to discuss. As always, happy RPing and I hope to get to all the inquires and replies soon.

[thatcreepyplacewithallthecrows]

How would you describe your dream partner?

It's not really something I'm thinking about. It would make life easier, and I'd like to have someone else for whom to live my life, but I'm better at being on my own than most. I've dated people who aren't Christian, but I don't think it would work long-term, so I think that would be a starting point. Other than that, just the usually stuff. I'm not a romantic (unless I'm watching a Jane Austen movie or Christmas rom-com and I become a sappy wreck).

In the meantime, I spend as much time with my family as possible because I love them so much and they mean everything to me. I also love my cats. They're very sweet and cute and I'm grateful to have them in my life to care for them.

As a final thought, I heard the advice that if someone is actively wanting to find a partner and create a relationship, a starting point is to write down a list with the title, "My Future Spouse," naming mandatory traits they have for a partner. After that, change the title to your own name and become that person. In doing so, you'll become the type of person who is compatible with the type of person you'd want to marry, and possibly end up in situations in which you'd meet such a person as well. I've never done this, but it seems like a good idea if you're willing to put in the work. I don't know that I am.

Ok as a final final thought, because I think this has been a silly non-answer to what could have been an easy and nice response, I'll give some basic ideas: Christian, consistent (in terms of dedication and between values and actions), kind to my family, tall and handsome is nice but more important how he presents himself and awareness of his presence, ok with not having children but will rearrange our entire lives around them if we do have them, respects boundaries (sounds cliche but seriously so wary of this one now), likes cats and would be ok with more pets, helps me feel secure and less anxious about life, and overall just someone I can love and support and work with to make a nice life, so we can look back and say we did something good with what we were given.