#(also for context Honey is a bad ass but the chapter is angst to the max and i live for it - like jo-angst-demon on sight)

[jolalibrary]

so... remember that joel series i had?

honey stained hands, if you don't <wink, wink>

what if i told you there's a new chapter tomorrow? like would we be.... happy?

[justjstuff]

HI J!!!!!! hope you're doing well and having a great week! for the asks!!! :)))

5, 10, 14, 15, 18, 19, 20

Hiya, honey!! Hope you’re okay <3 Thanks for the asks!!! :D

5. What’s a crackship you love?

R: Oh boy, what even is a crackship in this day and age xD I guess I don’t have one? I think the idea of a crackship is honestly so old lmao Back in the day I think it used to mean like... funny, unlikely ships? But it was mostly used for rareships and... I dunno. I don’t like the connotations of it lol Basically I don’t have one bc I don’t like calling any ship a crackship xD

10. Mutual pining or enemies to friends to lovers?

R: Enemies to friends to lovers with a dash of mutual pining and maybe hold the friends? xD I love enemies to lovers and while I do find enemies-to-friends-to-lovers interesting, I always prefer when that friendship is more tentative or like a forced partnership? Mutual pining is great imo... in small doses. I absolutely HATE the going around that happens with fics that focus on that? Like, the endless miscommunications and the unnecessary angst... really not my thing. 

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

R:  “You smell a bit like whisky and smokes,” Kakashi said, completely surprising her. 

“Genma’s a bad influence.”

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

R: 

Sakura got it, really she did. And she even appreciated it to some degree that he was level headed enough about the situation to be able to take a step back and state out loud what they should be doing was actually resting up for the day. But a sudden wave of anger hit her so hard she was actually speechless. Not at him, not ever, but at the situation in general.

(this might not make it to the chapter tho lol)

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

R: I used to ;-; I was just making myself write a bit everyday to create the habit of it, and kept track of my word count. I managed to write over 71k in January this year and so far have written 114895 words in 2021 but I stopped keeping track of my word count after I started this break from DoF. Mainly bc I haven’t been writing at all (just a lot of outlines for different fics in a different fandom) but also because when things started to get hard and I started to see so many zeroes in my spreadsheet, it just made me feel worse and worse. 

Mainly, the mentality I’m at right now is: Don’t treat your hobbies like a job. Yeah, it was great to be so productive and see those numbers and just feel accomplished in doing something I love. But I essentially don’t get “anything” back from it, and it was kinda completely dominating my life in a way that I’m not sure was all that healthy. Do what feels good and don’t compare yourself to others. I’m currently trying to find my love for writing again, my muse has completely left me lol burnout came for me and just fucking kicked me in the kneecap. BUT my knees have been bad for years and I still kick Life’s ass all the time so I’ll be back on my feet soon enough >:)

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?

R: Oh yeah! This one I already answered but since I really can’t choose between all of the many headcanons I have, I’ll just give a different answer lmfao. Mokuton!Sakura ! ! ! ! ! I cannot stress enough how fucking badass Sakura is and I personally think it’s bullshit that Mokuton was portrayed as a kekkei genkai essentially even though NO ONE ELSE in the Senju clan got it??? Like. No. Uh-huh. I refuse. Sakura absolutely CAN do it, imo. In every fic I read, I just assume she just hasn’t gotten to that point yet if they don’t say it lmao

20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

R: I actually don’t have a favourite!! I have so many different moods when it comes to fanfiction, it would be impossible to pinpoint just a single fic or a single author. Since you’re from the KKSK fandom I’ll give you the fics I’m currently reading and LOVING! (please keep in mind that I haven’t really been keeping up with the fandom like I probably should have so these are not at all the only good ones out there lol)

running out of reasons by @pandorasbox014

Like the Eventual Descent by @umechaw

Unmasked which is the collection of afterthoughts to Masks by @ambivalens999

Turn Right by Orcana (It’s a KakaSaku x KisaSaku fic and it starts when Sakura is underage so beware of that)

Haruno Sakura: Psychopath and Saviour of the World by Jememe

Here’s to Us Series by @sleepyfoxfanworks is not strictly KakaSaku but it’s great!!!!!

There are, ofc, many others but again I’m not really keeping up with the fandom right now hehe anyone who sees this! Feel free to add on to it :)

[keelywolfe]

Drabble: Good Enough (baon)

Summary: A day in Red’s life. Yeah, yeah, it’s like that, so what? He’s got shit to get done, thanks, and not much is gonna stop him.

Notes: Crimeny, Red, if I give you a chapter will you hush??Watch out for the kustard in this chapter, in addition to our traditional spicyhoney.

Tags: Spicyhoney,  Kustard, Established Relationship, maybe a little angst?

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Read it on AO3

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Read it here!

~~*~~

If it were possible for skeletons to have an aneurysm, Red would bet good money on his brother having one if he ever caught sight of his room.

Mattress on the floor covered with a haphazard mishmash of blanket and sheets, possibly even a bathroom rug. Clothes scattered around the room, on the floor, draped over chairs and hanging from the occasional nail. A litter of dirty coffee cups, each emblazoned with a saying about needing caffeine or maybe a truck stop logo on top of the dresser.

Edge might have a cerebral event but anyone in the know would be able to tell that this? Was actually an improvement.

For one, most of the clothes were clean.

Red set his coffee cup in with the collection already on the dresser and scooped up a pair of shorts from the floor. Gave them a sniff, deeming them worthy of wearing another time. Socks he dug out of an opened plastic bag in one corner. What was the point of washing ‘em when you could buy ‘em so cheap and toss them when you were done?

Packaged socks would be in Red’s top ten best things about coming to the surface. That and less murder, but fuck it, they couldn’t all be noble.

A t-shirt and a jacket later, and Red was ready to head downtown.

The pile of blankets on the bed chose that moment to speak up, “couldn’t bring me a cup of coffee?”

“sorry, doll, never did get that delivery service up and running,” Red deliberately picked up his own cup and drained the last swallow before shuffling it back in with its brethren. “coffee is living its best life in the kitchen, head on down.”

The blanket only shifted and roiled disagreeably. “eh, no thanks. think i’ll wait a little longer to do my walk of shame downstairs.”

“can’t call it that if you don’t have any.”

The blanket gave an amused chuckle. “yeah, you caught me. i’m loud and proud about riding your dick on the night shift.”

It was only a stupid joke. No reason to tense at that, nope, neither of them talked to anyone outside their very exclusive familial group, and even some of them were out of the loop. Blue and Papyrus, to name two, and Red figured those two wouldn’t notice if someone was fucking in full view on their sofa. Maybe only to complain about the mess.

None of this shit was getting him out the door. “i’m heading in.”

“could come back to bed.” The blanket spat out a skeletal hand, one that patted the mattress invitingly.

“aw, what’s the matter?” Red cooed, not taking one step closer to the bed. “didn’t get enough of a workout last night?”

“maybe i want to go for the gold. c’mon, you can just lay there and i’ll play cowgirl. ride you into town, hitch you to a post, shamble into the saloon.”

Fuck, if that didn’t send a trill of magic down his spine. The thought of Sans willing to put in a little effort, all that soft blue magic, the wet heat of a soft blue pussy, getting to see his face for once with all the layers stripped away by pleasure and…Red shook the thought away stubbornly. “you’ll have the ride the dusty trail later, annie oakley.”

“you’ve got some weird names for your dick.” But the hand disappeared back into the blankets. Couldn’t tell if he actually fell back asleep or not, but eh, like it mattered.

Red turned his back on the bed and its blankets and headed downstairs to where his shoes lay on the doormat. At least his brother would approve of that and as far as housekeeping went, it was probably all the accolades Red was gonna get.

~~*~~

It took a few quick shortcuts to get to his bro’s house. The distance was just enough that it started the beginnings of an ache in his soul from the magic drain, but that would fade pretty quick.

Red leaned against the back bumper of the car, waiting. The urge to pull out a cigar was strong but Red resisted it. For one, he was nowhere near as attached to nicotine as Stretch was and two, he didn’t want to nix his chances this morning by stinking up. He knew how to weigh odds in his favor, thanks, and that was a good start.

He didn’t have to wait long. Right on time, the door opened and his bro started out. Less expected was the unwelcome morning treat of seeing his bro hesitate in the doorway, leaning back in the same moment Stretch leaned out, and what the fuck was the honey bun doing up so early, anyway? Red didn’t really care to watch them tangle tongues and glanced away, but he did catch a glimpse of the aftermath, the softness on his brother’s face as he whispered whatever cutesy sweet nothings twisted Stretch’s crank.

He didn’t much like the view but it was…hm. Satisfying? Yeah, satisfying to see his brother happy. Trying to keep him that way was a bitch, eh, but it wasn’t like Red had anything better to do.

The door finally closed, after entirely too much tongue action for someone on his way to work. Red knew the second his bro caught sight of him. Not from the way he paused, nah, it was the fleeting expression of wariness than crossed his face, almost too brief to be seen.

His bro had a rare gift in keeping his emotions hidden, a good fucking talent to have, but he’d never perfected being able to hide from Red.

“hey, boss,” Red said easily. Sometimes the urge to needle was too fucking hard to resist, bubbled to the surface like a belch that needed release. That nickname crackled briefly in his bro’s eye lights, but he didn’t ask Red to knock it off. That was a good sign.

“What do you want?” Edge said coolly. Ah, right for the throat, yeah. Like he hadn’t just been sucking face with his pretty little liability out where anyone could see it.

“not much, just hoping to hitch a ride in today.”

“You never ask for a ride,” Edge said flatly.

“don’t, do i,” Red agreed. “gonna tell me no?”

He wasn’t and Red knew it before his brother sighed and gestured at the car.

He shortcutted into the passenger seat, ignoring the twinge in his soul, and sprawled out. He did take a second to grudgingly fasten his seat belt. Edge was a stubborn fucker about that and wouldn’t move the car an inch unless everyone was strapped in like good little babies on board.

His bro climbed in, fussed about getting his travel coffee mug and briefcase settled and finally sat his prissy ass down to get them rolling.

It was a little colder this morning than Red preferred to drive with the top down but he didn’t complain. The wind took the pressure out of trying to talk and it wasn’t a chat he was after, anyway.

A ride-along made for a good opportunity to get a hard look at his brother without it being filtered through a camera lens. Edge was distracted by driving and it made it a little more difficult for him to keep that mask up. Not much, but eh, Red didn’t need much. Not for his bro.

He didn’t look bad, all things considered. The stress tightening his jaw and narrowing his sockets lately was eased. Seemed like no matter how much his bro had bitched about it, his little staycation had obviously done him some good, no doubt partly due to what lay between a pair of femurs for him back at the house.

The honey bun made for an interesting conundrum. He could be a source of stress himself, when he was all het up and landing his coccyx in trouble. But usually even on his worse days, he gave Edge something to care for and it was a proven fact that Edge was simply happier with the honey bun.

Red closed his sockets and let his head fall back on the seat, let the gusting wind chill his face.

His brother was happy, that was what mattered. In part from being away from the soul-sucking shithole that was Underfell and Red couldn’t take credit for that. But happiness also came from a slouchy, smoky pack of trouble with a shit-eating grin and HP that rivaled Red’s for most craptastic joke of the universe. That Red could claim a hand in and did, thanks, he’d busted his ass to get those two hooked together. Stretch was an okay guy on his own but in context to Edge, well. His pretty little liability was almost everything to him.

And that was fine. Red knew he himself was comfortably situated the ‘almost’ section, fully aware how much dust Edge would be willing to kick up for him. Too much, probably, but, eh, you couldn’t win ‘em all.

His brother was happy and that was the only thing that mattered. His brother deserved to be happy, and Red had plenty of contingency plans to keep him that way.

Didn’t have a fucking thing to do with nightmares, never had. Edge had always been too good for Underfell, way too good for the LV burned into his soul, and if Red sometimes dreamed about that first one, of his brother’s screams, about the dust, welp, he’d earned that on his own, hadn't he. By being too slow, too shitty. And the second. And all the rest…

He wasn’t the brother Edge deserved, Red always knew that. But he was the one he got. No take-backsies on siblings, not even within the peaceful poison of this saccharine-laced world.

Red barely let the car come to a stop in the Embassy lot before he shortcutted out, not bothering with a goodbye. He had shit to get done today and his bro was doing fine, that was all he’d wanted to see.

Good enough.

-finis-