#luckily this one was before dec

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Mc bitee time

[angstywaifu]

Shut up. Make Me. Ruhn Danaan x Reader

What better way to announce I am writing for the Crescent City boys, than writing for my favourite one Ruhn Danaan. This man.... god damn. If anyone has requests for this man please send them through. I have a lot of requests at the moment, but I promise I am getting through them!

Masterlist

People we’re everywhere. As was the norm for any party the boys had. Luckily the street they lived on housed mostly CCU students so they we’re also having their own parties or came and joined Ruhn’s. As I walk up the pathway to the house familiar faces smile and wave as I pass. I do my best to return them all. I had never missed a party these boys threw since I met them back in my days at CCU.

None of them had attended CCU, but I had run into them at a dive bar after a late night class. They had claimed the pool table and were having a competition to decide the best pool player amongst them. I had laughed at their antics, which had drawn their attention to me. And that was it. Since that night where I had promptly kicked all their asses at pool, we had been attached at the hip. But I had drawn my line at living them, instead choosing to keep my own apartment in the city. As soon as I walk through the door, the smell of mirthroot, sweat and alcohol hits me like a truck. Clearly the party had started earlier than normal if the smell was that strong already. I weave my way through the crowded house, doing my best to avoid the sweaty bodies. I break through the crowd to see Flynn, Dec and Marc standing around the pool table, Flynn and Dec in the middle of a pool game. I walk over and join Marc who is sitting on a stool watching them.

”Whose winning this time?” I ask him as Flynn and Dec proceed to argue about a shot that Flynn had just made.

Marc laughs and shakes his head. “Honestly neither of them are. They’re tying at the moment, but they’ve been at this for a few hours.”

As I watch them bicker I know this has been a regular occurrence tonight. Was a normal occurrence anyway with these two. So competitive. I’m almost thankful Ruhn isn’t part of it cause the argument would be way louder. But regardless of that I can’t help but scan the room for him. Seeing as I can’t find him as easily as I normally can I know he must be elsewhere. Probably off trying to convince some girl to go upstairs with him. Though it never took much convincing when you’re the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae. Females practically threw themselves at him with the hopes of going to bed with him, and even more hopes of it turning into more. As much as Ruhn slept around, I knew the instant he found a female he wanted to pursue more he would be all in. But his father looming over his shoulder stopped him from doing so. The pressure of an arranged marriage from him also lead Ruhn to never pursue a female for more than just a casual hook up.

”He’s outside talking to Bryce.” Marc says as to me before taking a drink from his glass.

I roll my eyes at him. Damn him being so perceptive. “I’m not looking for him.”

He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. “You are, you always do. And the fact you knew who I meant instantly only confirms it.”

”She looking for our boy Ruhn again?” Dec teases.

I turn to see him and Flynn leaning on their pool ques looing at me with mischievous grins.

”I am not.” I say sternly, causing all three males to laugh at me.

”Honestly, you two just need to fuck and get it over with.” Flynn muses as he walks over to grab a drink from the table Marc and I are sitting in front of.

I smack his shoulder. “We do not. And we don’t see each other that way.”

Flynn just laughs before leaning towards me, the smell of mirthroot and alcohol thick on his breath. “And I’m not the next in line to take over from my father.” He muses in a teasing tone.

I push off the stool and push past Flynn who continues to laugh at me.

”Oh come on Y/N, we’re just teasing.” Dec calls out to me.

I turn and smile at them, “And I need a strong drink before I can deal with you lot.” I call back before flipping them off and disappearing into the crowd to find a drink.

The kitchen is full of various types of alcohol. Various punches line the benches, crates of beer and other pre mixed drinks scattered around, and a giant collection of spirits and mixers. Plenty of options to deal with the teasing and banter of that lot. I head for the spirits and mixers, knowing I can make as strong of a drink as I want.

As I head over, movement of very familiar red and black hair catching my attention through the window above the counter. Outside Ruhn and Byrce lean up against the railing of the deck, looking out over the yard filled with more party goers. I curse myself as my heart skips a beat at the sight of Ruhn and hope he isn’t paying attention or he’s had enough mirthroot and alcohol to not hear it through the wall. I turn my attention back to my drink, pouring in a few different spirits and flavourings before adding my mixer. As I raise my head to place the bottles back in a safer spot on the counter my eyes flicker up, and meet the intense stare of Ruhn who is now leaning on the railing looking at me as Bryce talks to him, completely oblivious to the fact that Ruhn’s attention isn’t focused on her in the slightest. A smirk forms on his lips as he raises his drink to me. I raise mine back before throwing him a smile and walking back through the house to the pool table where Flynn and Dec are once again arguing about their game of pool.

”Bloody hell, I can smell that from here.” Marc says as he crinkles his nose as I sit next to him

”I told you I needed a stronger drink to deal with those two and their stupid opinions.” I say as I raise my drink to my lips. The drink was very strong indeed. The liquid burning its way down my throat. Marc laughs as I lower my drink and grimace as I swallow it.

”Not opinions if its the truth sweetheart.” Dec teases with a smirk.

I roll my eyes at them again and shake my head. “It isn’t. So get that idea out of your little brains. It ain’t happening. He doesn’t see me that way.”

”Who doesn’t see you that way?” An all to familiar voice says from right behind me.

I go rigid in my seat, earning a snicker from Marc. I know instantly who is standing right behind me. So close I can feel the heat from their body. His smell envelops me instantly. A smell that instantly calms me, and has put me to sleep the few times I’ve slept here and he’s insisted I take his bed over the couch.

”Oh just some guy that’s been pinning over her for years, and she can’t see it.” Flynn drawls with a smirk of his own.

Bastards knew exactly what they we’re doing. And their smirks only widen as I glare at them. Thankful Ruhn was still behind me unable to see it. Ruhn whose scent changed ever so slightly. A slight increase in his heart rate. It was a smell I had never scented on him before. What was that?

”Anyone we know?” Ruhn asks as he steps up next to me and looks down at me.

Ruhn’s face is unreadable as he looks at me. Not one hint of what that change in his scent could have been. Must have just been something he had taken or drank. Something new. That had to be it. Right?

I shake my head as I avert my gaze from him down to my drink clutched in my hands. “Maybe in passing. But it isn’t important. I am not having my hypothetical non existent love life become the topic of discussion.”

Ruhn shrugs and seems happy with my answer before walking over to Flynn and Dec, who are getting closer to finishing their game. This would be the decider from what I could pick up from their conversation over the loud music. I feel another familiar presence and look over to see Bryce pulling up a stool, Hunt close behind her. Yelling from the pool table pools my attention from Bryce back to the boys, to see Flynn dancing around the table with his hands in the air. Clearly the victor of the game judging by Dec’s slightly annoyed face as he walks back over to us, wrapping an arm around Marc as he leans into him.

”You may all bow to your winner.” Flynn says as he places an arm around Ruhn and drags him over to the group.

”I’d rather jump in the Istros than bow to you.” Bryce says without missing a beat.

Flynn purses his lips and narrows his eyes at Bryce as we all burst into fits of laughter. After the shit he had given me tonight he deserved it. But the reality was, those of us who were Fae might actually have to bow to him one day when he took his fathers title. So ironically there was some truth to his comment. But something tells me Bryce would actually jump into the Istros just to prove a damn point. Probably with Tharion nearby to deter anything that might lurk below. Bryce and Flynn start their usual bickering, Hunt rolling his eyes while looking torn between annoyance and amusement, Dec shaking his head before turning his attention to Marc, and Ruhn removing himself from Flynn before walking over to me.

”Bloody hell, what the hell did you put in that. Can smell it from here.” Ruhn remarks, scrunching his nose similar to Marcs earlier.

”That’s what I said when she walked over with it.” Marc comments before turning back to Dec.

”And as I said before, I needed something strong to deal with those two idiots.” Motioning towards Flynn and Dec.

Ruhn simply shrugs his shoulders and nods, well aware of some of the antics our two closest friends go up to. It often made for some interesting nights out, and a lot of stories. God forbid the day any of us have kids. We would all have stories to tell them. Despite his agreeance though, Ruhn reaches out and takes the drink from my hands, pouring the contents into one of the house plants. I go to object but Ruhn simply grabs my hand and drags me back to the kitchen, leaving our friends behind.

”I was drinking that.” I say bluntly as he guides me over to a bench before moving around the kitchen and grabbing bottles.

”Yes you were, and I am not letting you drink that.” He tells me bluntly as he starts making something.

There was one thing I couldn’t deny. Ruhn made a damn good drink. He was often making drinks for those who wanted it. And he usually took it upon himself to be the one making mine. It was rare I would make my own. And clearly the way I had made this one didn’t make him happy. And soon he is holding a new drink out to me that smells far nicer and way less potent than the one I had made myself. This time as I drink it barely stings my throat.

”Better?” He asks as he leans up against the counter next to me, another drink clasped in his hands as he looks down at me.

I look up at him and nod enthusiastically, earning a chuckle from him. “Way better.”

”Good.” He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me from the kitchen.

Ruhn leads me effortlessly through the crowd that parts for him with ease. The benefits of being a Crown Prince and next in line. As he pulls me outside I don’t miss the smirks from our friends watching as he leads me outside. I lift the hand grasping my drink, doing my best to give Flynn who has decided to make do kissy faces in my direction a vulgar gesture which has the others laughing. Out the back is far quieter than inside and the yard out the front. It seems most people wanting to keep close to the alcohol and mirthroot that was on hand. Which I was grateful for. As much as I loved partying with these guys, it always gave me a slight headache with the constant noise. I know Ruhn was the same, we would often end up escaping upstairs to his room, go for a walk, or find our usual spot out the back where he was taking me now. Out the back, behind a large tree was a couch he and I had dragged here years ago. We had claimed it as our spot immediately, which was easy as the other two didn’t seem fussed on it. Meaning it was our spot to get away from them and have time just us. I couldn’t deny that out of the three boys I got along with Ruhn the most. We just clicked more, understood each other more. Which is what made falling for him oh so easy. Way to easy. But I had held back my feelings and buried them as best I could for the last fifty years. Ruhn was a Crown Prince, and I was… Well I was just me. Ruhn sits down on the couch, pulling me down next to him, pulling my legs over his lap as I lay across the couch in my usual spot. Ruhn’s hands running up and down my legs like he always did. A gesture that always had Goosebumps forming on my arms, and a chill running down my spine that I always had to try and hide.

”I didn’t think you were coming tonight. Not like you to turn up this late.” He states as he rests his head on the couch and looks towards me, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

God damn those beautiful eyes. “Yeah some stuff came up at work and I had to stay back late. You know I would never miss a party.”

He chuckles and smiles. “This is true. I would be very upset if you had broke your streak of never missing a party.”

I roll my eyes and reach up and shove his shoulder. “You would have lived. Some party girl would have come and distracted you.” I tease.

”Trust me, you coming to these parties is the highlight of them. Those girls don’t matter.” He muses.

”Don’t let them hear you say that. Might break their hearts.”

He shrugs. Ruhn who usually appears so cocky and smug about the girls who come at him when the boys bring it up. But here, just the two of us he doesn’t seem phased by the topic of the girls.

”Just an added bonus I guess. Something to keep my mind off the impending doom of my arranged marriage.” He drawls before taking a big chug of his drink.

”Could have a worse arranged marriage. Hypaxia seems nice, and she is gorgeous.” I wasn’t lying. I had only briefly met her, but she had been so lovely. Back then none of us had known who she was. And now she was betrothed to Ruhn.

He nods and smiles slightly. “This is true. Would still rather be getting married to someone I actually loved though.”

”Who would be your ideal girl then? Who do you see marrying if you had a choice in the matter?” I ask in an attempt to lighten the conversation.

Ruhn laughs and shakes his head before downing the rest of his drink and looking up at the sky. “Someone I can be myself around and who doesn’t care about my title or what I am. That can look past all of that and just see me for me. Who wants to have fun and enjoy life. Maybe someone willing to run away with me from all this. Someone that screams a massive fuck you to my father.” He holds his hand up and gives a vulgar gesture to the sky making us both laugh before Ruhn turns and looks at me. Really looks at me.

”Couldn’t agree more about someone sending a massive fuck you to your father. I’d love to see that.” I muse as I sip my drink.

”Would be rather satisfying wouldn’t it.” He says softly, the joking tone almost gone from his voice.

”It would be. Hell I would love to send a massive fuck you to your father myself if he didn’t scare the hell out of me.”

”What if you could?”

I furrow my eyes at Ruhn who shuffles towards me. “What do you mean what if I could?” My heart beating loudly in my chest.

Ruhn edging closer me, my butt resting against his leg as he cradles my legs against his chest as he looks at me. I vaguely register the increase in his heart rate before mine starts hammering in my chest.

“What if you could send a massive fuck you to my father? What if I had a way that you could?” Ruhn whispers.

Ruhn stares at me in a way I’ve never seen before. As if I am all he ever needs. All he wants. I vaguely register the slight change in his scent. Arousal and… was that… me? I panic and push off the couch and out of Ruhn’s grip, my drink falling to the ground spilling everywhere. I turn and look at Ruhn who has also stood and is standing a few feet away from me watching me intently. His purple eyes looking worried and scared. His nostril flaring as if scenting me, his eyes going wide.

”No, you’re the crown prince, you don’t belong with someone like me.” I say in a shaky voice.

I had squashed my feelings for Ruhn for years. Since the day I had met him. Ruhn was destined to go on and continue the royal bloodline. One day rule the Valbaran Fae. Not be with someone like me. No one would take him seriously if he was with someone like me.

Ruhn laughs and shakes his head at me. “Trust me, I am no prince. That life isn’t for me. I couldn’t care less if the royal blood line ended with me. Hell I’d welcome it.” He says as he walks over to me and places his hands on my hips. “Especially if it meant being with you.”

Instantly my body relaxes at his touch like it always did. My body so attuned to his comforting presence. My eyes fluttering shut as I relax despite my racing heart.

”Ruhn stop messing with me.” I say as I try to step out of his grip, but his hands tighten keeping me in place.

I open my eyes and am met with his intense stair, almost angry at my words.

”Trust me sweetheart, I’m not messing with you. I would never joke about something like this.” His voice low and stern, almost commanding.

”Then why is this coming up now? You talk like you’ve been in love with me for years.”

”Because I have. Ever since you laughed that day in that damn bar. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.” He replies without missing a beat, his hands tightening again on my hips.

I shake my head and finally push out of his grip and walk over to the tree and rest my head against it to try gather my thoughts. There was no way. No way Ruhn wanted me and had hid it for fifty years. Every week was nearly a different girl.

”Then why wait till now Ruhn? Why wait fifty years while I watch you take a different girl back to your room? Till now when you are betrothed to another?” I snap as I turn to face him again.

I watch as anger rises in his eyes. The same anger mirrored in mine.

”Because I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” He starts before slowing walking over to me. “There was no way someone like you would want me. I was damaged. Broken. And I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with the one girl who didn’t care about my title. You didn’t care. Didn’t even bat an eye at our names when we introduced ourselves to you. Hell you already knew who we were. Who I was and you didn’t care. It was the one time I had felt normal around a female. And every time I saw you after you proved time and time again you didn’t care about my title. You wanted to be around me for who I was. And gods I loved it. I was instantly putty in your hands. I would and will do anything you ask of me.”

Ruhn stops in front of me, backing me into the tree, caging me in with his arms. No escape.

I shake my head. Not willing to believe what Ruhn told me even though I knew it was all true. Every single word was true.

”No. This isn’t real.” I say, denying it again.

”It is real. You know it is real. I can hear your heart beating as loudly as mine. Hell I can even smell me on you and I know you can smell you on me. This is real.”

”Shut up!.” I yell as I shove him.

Ruhn just smirks and leans down, lips meer inches from mine.

”Make me.”

Before I can think I’ve closed the distance between Ruhn and I. Our lips meeting in a heated passionate kiss that’s all teeth and tongue as we fight for dominance. Ruhn pushing me roughly against the tree. Ruhn grips my thighs as he lifts me up and pulls my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck to hold me against him as he walks away from the tree. Not once breaking the kiss. But as I realise he isn’t heading for the couch I break away and kiss down his cheek and jaw, before moving to his neck. A deep groan rumbling through him and into me as I lightly bit down on his neck.

”Careful sweetheart or we won’t make it to my room.” He growls out.

In response I bite down on his neck, his hands tightening on my thighs, profanities escaping his lips as he pushes through the crowd and back into the house. Instantly I hear cheers and hollering from Flynn and Dec, followed by Bryce. Without missing a beat, Ruhn removes one of his hands from my thigh to give them a vulgar gesture that has them laughing. Ruhn rushes up the stairs with speed I didn’t think was possible. The smell of his room hitting me instantly before Ruhn drops me on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing blown out eyes and the proud smirk of a male about to claim what is his.

[theostrophywife]

I love your Ithan fic and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a Ruhn fic where the reader is sister's with Ithan (there's no being engaged to Hypaxia), and the two get together when Ithan and Bryce reconnect and it's fluffy and little smutty? Sorry if this doesn't make sense. Thank you

sweet like candy.

author's note: when i tell y'all that i'm on my knees for ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae...whew. 🥵🥵🥵

Do you want to get out of here?

Ruhn’s voice purrs into your thoughts. His suggestive tone pulls your attention away from your conversation with Bryce and Hunt as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. 

Flanked by Dec and Flynn, Ruhn raises a brow at you from the couch. A cloud of mist swirls around your three favorite males as your boyfriend blows a ring of smoke in the air. The stench of mirthroot clings to every surface in the tiny living room, which was even more crowded than usual since Flynn thought it was a great idea to invite what seemed like the entire population of Crescent City into your home.

You chuckle, shaking your head. Ruhn pouts as you lower your mental shield. Isn’t it rude to leave your own party?

We wouldn’t technically be leaving, your boyfriend says with a sly smile. Just going upstairs and having a party of our own.

A shiver of anticipation skirts up your spine. Well, when you put it like that…

“You two are adorable,” Bryce cuts in. She flips her long red hair behind her shoulder, shooting a knowing look between you and her older brother.

You blink, almost forgetting about everything that wasn’t Ruhn. Right. You were actively having a conversation before your boyfriend distracted you. 

“Try disgusting,” Ithan cuts in. Your older brother states, blanching. “Living with these two is almost as bad as my stay at the Bryce and Hunt sex villa.” 

Bryce snorts as you roll your eyes. “I thought you were the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae’s number one fan.”

“Not when he’s dating my baby sister,” Ithan responds with a grimace. 

“Such an alphahole,” you mutter in annoyance. Despite the comment, you find yourself smiling. You and Ithan were incredibly close, given all that you’ve been through as siblings and he was incredibly protective of you. As wolves, you were both fiercely loyal and stubborn to a fault. 

When Sabine kicked him out of the Den, you were out on a mission away from Lunathion and you thanked Urd that Bryce had taken him in after Perry dropped him off nearly beaten to a pulp. You weren't sure what you would've done if you'd lost another brother. Needless to say, you went into a rage upon your return. None of the other wolves had ever seen you so angry and completely, utterly, out of your mind when you attacked the Prime Apparent in retaliation to what she'd done to your brother. Sabine may have been stronger than you, but you would've torn her apart for nearly taking Ithan away from you too. The grief of losing Conner wasn't something you wanted to live through again.

Luckily, Ithan was there to intervene. Along with his newfound group of friends that took you in just as they had done for him. 

It wasn’t that big of an adjustment to live with four males since you grew up with Ithan and Connor, but Declan and Flynn had a harder time adjusting. The two Fae males weren’t used to adhering to any semblance of order. They would never admit it, but the changes you’d implemented around the house, including coming up with a rotating chore schedule and weekly grocery trips so that you had something other than beer and pizza in the fridge greatly improved their lives. 

Flynn often called you a bossy know-it-all and while Dec complained about the incessant bickering between you and the Fae lord, they both warmed up to you rather quickly. Mostly because they've never seen anyone put Ruhn in his place quite like you did.

The Crown Prince didn't mind that you made him take his boots off before stepping on the brand new pink rug that you insisted added warmth to the living room or that he couldn’t drink milk right out of the carton anymore without receiving a swat on the back of the head. Ruhn didn’t even bat an eyelash when you switched the channel from the sunball game to one of those trashy reality shows that you seemed to love so much, despite his roommate’s protests. 

Most of all, Ruhn loved that you didn’t seem to give a shit that he was the Starborn Prince. You still yelled at him when he ate your leftovers or used up the fancy shampoo that you and Flynn hoarded like gold. And he loved every second of it.

Hunt nudges you with his wing. “I, for one, am glad that you two are dating,” the angel states. “You put Danaan in his place like no one’s business.”

A tattooed arm slinks over your shoulder, pulling you close. “And here I thought we were becoming friends, Athalar.”

The Umbra Mortis chuckles. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy a tiny little thing like her knocking you down a few pegs.”

Bryce grins as she surveys the absolute love struck look on her brother’s face. “Agreed, Athalar. It’s about damn time that my brother got a love life of his own, so he can stay out of mine.”

“Speaking of my love life.” Ruhn starts, nudging your hip with his. “It’s time we bow out of this party.” 

“We have an early start tomorrow and someone turns into a grumpy little wolf when they don’t get enough sleep.” Your boyfriend teases, smoothly providing an alibi for you two to sneak off to his room. 

“Seriously?” Flynn asks with a groan. “Little wolf really sank her claws into you huh, Danaan? You’re so unbelievably whipped.”

Ruhn only chuckles. “You would be too if you were lucky enough to have her as your girlfriend.”

You scrunch your nose. “I think I’d take my chances with the dragon.” 

With a bevy of laughter and a huff of annoyance from the lordling, you wave to your friends as Ruhn ushers you upstairs. 

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Ruhn’s mouth is on yours. You giggle, smiling into the kiss as your boyfriend leads you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress as Ruhn carefully sets you down, his raven hair cascading over you like a dark curtain while he deepens the kiss. The guttural sound he releases when your tongue sweeps past his parted lips makes your head spin with desire. 

“You taste like cherries,” you murmur, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. Flicking your tongue through his lip ring was Ruhn’s invitation to unleash himself on you.

“Flynn made me try one of his fancy little cocktails again,” he replies absentmindedly, lifting the hem of your shirt and pressing kisses into your overheated skin. Ruhn pulls it over your head before moving downwards to slide his hands up your skirt. He crumples the fabric up between his fingers before taking the lace of your panties between his teeth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll taste like you soon enough.” 

The predatory smirk he flashes your way sends a shiver down your spine as Ruhn’s head disappears between your thighs. He lets out a pleased hum when he finds you wet and soaking for him, ready for his tongue to be buried between your slick folds. 

Ruhn grips your hips, holding you down as he slowly licks a stripe through your soaking core. “Hang on tight, baby.” 

That’s the only warning you get before his wicked tongue threatens to unravel you. Ruhn grunts as you buck against his mouth, your slender fingers tugging at his hair roughly. He loved making you needy and desperate. The bossy wolf tamed into a mewling pup with just the flick of his tongue. 

Your boyfriend eats you out like it’s his sole mission in life, making you moan and writhe underneath him as he slides a finger inside of you. Judging by the way your thighs clench around him, Ruhn takes it as a signal to slip both his index and middle finger inside you, curving to touch that spongy spot atop your walls. 

“I can tell you’re about to cum, but can you do something for me, little pup?” Ruhn asks from between your legs. 

You nod, barely forming coherent thoughts from the pleasure he was giving you. “Anything, Ruhn.” 

“I want you to ride my face, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes flutter open. “What if I’m too heavy? I—I don’t want to crush you.” 

Ruhn squeezes your hip gently. “You won’t. Trust me baby, I can handle it.” 

You shift, putting your weight on your elbows. This was new territory for you. You weren’t by any means inexperienced, but no male had ever asked you to sit on their face. Then again, no male ever ate your pussy with as much enthusiasm and expertise as Ruhn did. It always surprised you how attentive your boyfriend was. Whether you were in or out of the bedroom, Ruhn always made sure to put you first.

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” Your boyfriend reassures you with a gentle kiss. Ruhn lies on his back, grinning as he pulls you by the wrist. “Don’t be shy, baby. Come get on top of me.” 

Despite your uncertainty, you’re more than happy to oblige him. Ruhn watches as you straddle his stomach, inching higher and higher until both of your thighs are settled on either side of his face. He twines your fingers together, kissing your knuckles before placing your hands on the wooden headboard. 

“Hold on to the headboard, sweetheart.” 

His voice is laced with sensual promise and you can’t help but whimper as his large hands clamp down on the tops of your thighs, firmly positioning you over his face like it was your own personal throne. You slightly hover above him as though you were still scared that he wouldn’t be able to handle all of you. 

“All the way, baby. I want to feel all of you.”

Slowly, but surely, you put all of your weight on Ruhn and he groans in pleasure, continuing his feast like eating your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. The worry of crushing your boyfriend soon dissipates as he works you with his tongue. It feels good, so good that you find yourself gripping the headboard for support while you ride his face. 

Despite having his mouth full, Ruhn finds another way to let you know just how much he enjoys your enthusiasm.

There’s a good girl. Keep riding my face just like that, sweetheart.

“Burning fucking Solas,” you mutter under your breath. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Ruhn.”

Ruhn moans at the desperation in your voice, circling your clit with his tongue and flicking faster and faster as you buck against his sharp jaw. 

Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Go on, then. I want to taste you on my tongue.

The words send you over the edge and you cum hard, squirting into Ruhn’s mouth while he laps up your juices. Soft moans slip past your lips almost reverently as your boyfriend licks up every last drop. The orgasm racks through your entire body and you crumple into Ruhn’s arms. He strokes your hair before kissing you softly, the taste of you coating his tongue. 

Your eyes flutter open, finding his loving gaze already fixated on you. “Was that your first time squirting?” he asks gently. 

Heat travels up your cheeks. You were so busy chasing after yours that you didn’t even realize what you’d done. “I—I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before. Everything just happened so fast—”

Ruhn cuts you off with a kiss. When he pulls away, there’s nothing but care and appreciation in his eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it. You taste sweet like candy.” He caresses your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips. “Did you like it?” 

“Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing.” Ruhn chuckles as you wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re fucking amazing, Ruhn.” 

You kiss him, slow and deep, showing him just how much you appreciated every part of him. Ruhn was the best boyfriend any female could ever ask for. He was kind, thoughtful, loyal and a top notch lay. You made sure to convey that last part out loud. 

“You’ve been hanging around Flynn too much,” he says with an amused chuckle. “Now c’mere, sweetheart. I’m trying to add excellent cuddler to the list as well.” 

You sigh happily as Ruhn wraps you into his arms, pulling you close and kissing your temple. “Consider it done.” 

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Hook

Chapter Twelve

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Charlie, Meg, many more mentioned

Word Count: 2229

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining. BACKSTORY AHEAD, story takes place currently in Dec 2017, unbeta'd

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Dean took another sip of his coffee, the plastic lid as familiar a sensation against his lips as the warmth of the liquid flowing through it. Meg had rolled her eyes at his cup the second he arrived, but hadn’t voiced her precise annoyance about the chain coffee company, which Dean considered a small victory. They sat at a small table next to the booth where you and Charlie were camped out with your laptops and phones out, listening while you both worked. Dean appreciated the support and even supervision more than he would ever say. Especially when Meg started grilling him.

“Okay, fine, we won’t talk about ol’ blue eyes himself. Tell me about the new member of the band— Kevin Tran?”

“Kev is great— super smart and really bringing a new edge to the keys on our upcoming album,” Dean said, nodding, a small smirk on his lips because he knew Meg wanted more than that.

“And when should we expect to see this yet-to-be-named album?”

“If everything else goes as well as recording it did, it’s looking like a spring release,” Dean knew he sounded like a corporate stooge.

“You’re touring before the album is released, in this day and age that’s a bit naive, if not reckless,” Meg prodded.

“Well, we’ve got a lot of material to work with, besides, a lot of these folks are coming out to see the last album anyway,” Dean leveled his glare at her heart-shaped face, anticipating the dark glint in her big eyes.

Dean didn’t do interviews. He didn’t like stirring shit for public consumption. He would sit in a room and talk music with somebody, hell, anybody, all day long if he could. But being under the microscope was something he’d just learned to really do on himself, from Missouri. And once he’d cried in her office all those months ago, he knew he’d never get that wall back up. Wouldn’t really even bother rebuilding it because he now knew it was a prison, a self-inflicted cage. 

But this wasn’t therapy and Meg wasn’t Missouri.

Luckily, Dean could read her as well as she could read him. And he knew she was dangerous.

Meg took the bait, “so, the plan is to make up for all those shows that you canceled— all the fans you let down.”

Dean nodded. “If we can.”

“And what happens if you just disappoint them all over again?” Meg pressed.

Dean shook his head, “can’t think like that. We just go out there and do what we love and let the music speak for itself.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got to get on stage again. You’ve got to face them and show them you’ve still got it.”

Dean knew she was right, but he also knew a lot of things she didn’t. About hours in the studio and time spent one-on-one with each member of the band. About Kevin’s audition tapes and phone calls and hours of sitting in the den just letting the strings of his guitar knit pieces of himself back together. Confessions and penance might seem like trite concepts amongst musicians, people who do everything loudly for seemingly selfish purposes. But Dean had lived through it and he knew they were stronger for what they’d overcome. 

No one else was leaving.

“Once we’re up there, they won’t have to worry about that. Trust me,” Dean said and took the final sip from his coffee.

Meg quirked an eyebrow and watched him as the server brought them their entrees. She shifted her phone where it was openly recording their conversation and her tablet where she had jotted down notes that Dean pretended not to read about his posture and his “faux confidence”.

He took a bite out of his sandwich and waited for the next line of questioning, the next stage of battle.

She delicately nibbled at a fry as she continued to look for an opening. 

“Tell me about Bela, Dean. You two have created quite the stir online,” Meg was better than the obvious, so he knew she was trying to get him prickly. It was a diversion and they both knew it.

“What do you wanna know?” Dean didn’t act fazed, taking another obnoxiously large bite that would have earned him a bitchface from Sam.

“How’d you meet?”

Dean took his time chewing. Meg smirked, waiting oh-so-patiently.

“Mutual friend.”

“Fascinating.”

“Not really. Why? How do you usually meet people?”

“Tinder,” Meg replied quickly.

“Yeah, not really my scene.” Dean had never even installed the app, or any hookup app, though he knew people used them as often as they used Uber. 

“But you seem to hit the jackpot all on your own. Didn’t you? She’s gorgeous,” Meg was really trying for something, Dean couldn’t say what though.

“She’s a lot more than that, but yeah, I am pretty lucky,” Dean wasn’t selling Bela out, no matter how much this she-demon wanted him to.

“Don’t sell yourself short there, Dean-o. I mean she’s a D-list celebrity no one even remembered until she showed up with you on her arm. She seems to be making out well in this scenario as well,” Meg goaded.

Dean huffed and took another bite.

“Not going to deny that one, huh?”

Dean swallowed and wiped the mayonnaise off his mouth. “No, wasn’t going to validate it with a response. But obviously you play dirty. Look, if I cared about any of that crap I would be with some Botox’d bimbo who uses followers as a way to justify their existence. Or to sell something. Bela’s not like that, she cares about people. And she really has no use for any sort of celebrity ranking system.”

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself as much as me,” Meg batted back.

“Whatever, lady, believe me or not, but say what you want about me. She doesn’t deserve your bullshit,” Dean growled. He could feel you inching towards him from your perch on the booth's bench, you were his back up, but he really didn’t want it to come to that.

“Fine,” Meg snipped. “What does she even see in you, Dean?”

Dean sighed and looked around the diner before putting back on his company smile. “You’d have to ask her yourself.”

That lit her up. “Maybe I will.”

Dean shrugged and started in on the second half of his lunch. “Go for it.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Dean knew he’d won that round, especially when he heard Charlie and you start up your own separate conversation.

 Meg scrolled through her tablet, while Dean continued to eat. It wasn’t the worst forced socialization he’d lived through, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Look, I was hoping we’d come to this topic more organically, but you are surprisingly stubborn, so I’m just going to put this out there: who is Cain Charles?” Meg swung for the fences.

Dean swallowed and then looked at Charlie, praying she’d look up from her laptop and reassure him. He wouldn’t look at you, that would be too much of a giveaway.

“He owns a chain of boxing gyms in Vegas,” Dean went with the more palatable answer.

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“Dean. I can’t do anything with what you’ve given me so far. Your publicist wants me to write a puff piece about all of your progress since your very public meltdown on your last tour. And frankly all of this smells like a very blatant cover up. I know you spent all of your free time at those gyms for almost an entire year. I know that you lost a bandmate in the middle of an otherwise successful tour. And I know you are not the squeaky clean arm candy to one of LA’s biggest philanthropists. So, tell me, one former piece of trailer trash to another. Who is Cain Charles to you?”

Dean wanted to get up and leave. He wanted to stuff Meg’s uneaten tuna melt into her smug face and tell her to get a real job. But mostly, he wished he had never agreed to this stupid deal with the label and just be a fucking musician like he was born to be. But he had made his bed, now he had to lie in it and let Meg dissect the pattern of the comforter and psychoanalyze the amount of pillows he clung to.

“You are seriously deranged, I hope you know that.”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg purred.

Dean couldn’t open that chapter of his life without it all coming out to hurt everyone in his orbit, Sam, the band, hell, even you. Everyone knew Cain was the start of Dean’s descent into that dark, rage filled hole, but they didn’t know everything. No one did, unless he told them.

Even Meg wasn’t that good.

“He tried to recruit me to do some celebrity bouts for charity, but I turned him down. I liked his facilities, but I didn’t want to ruin my pretty face, especially not on PayPerView.”

“You box?”

“It’s a good workout, plus it comes pretty naturally to us that had to fight for what we have.”

“Rough childhood, Dean?”

“Takes one to know one,” Dean tossed back at her.

Meg straightened in her chair. “Your dad was also a musician.”

“Is. He’s not dead.”

“That’s right, he lives in Nebraska. Big rock scene out in the plains, then?”

“Dad is more of a blues guy, but he doesn’t tour anymore.”

“He’s got two successful sons taking care of him, makes sense.”

Dean chuckled darkly. “He’s got a nine-to-five, smart ass. And a wife and another son to worry about. Sometimes you’ve got to settle down.”

“But he didn’t do that until you were already in high school, did he?”

“So?”

“So, must have been hard having him gone so much.”

“It’s the life, and it couldn’t have been so bad—- me and Sammy both followed in his footsteps.”

Meg finally took a bite of her lunch. “Yeah, but you don’t have kids, right?”

Dean shook his head. “Nope.”

“Do you want them?”

Dean put his soda down and balked. “I don’t know! What the hell kind of question is that?”

“Normal conversation, man, calm down,” Meg said out of the side of her very full mouth.

Dean rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, lamenting running out of coffee already. He was going to have to make Charlie stop for another round before he and Sam hit the road.

“So, what, Daddy Winchester just decided one day that he liked the white picket fence more than the open road?”

Dean glared at the reporter, because she knew precisely why John stopped touring, but she was going to make Dean say it anyway.

“You really are a sadist aren’t you?”

Meg nodded. “It’s a gift.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “Mom died in 97, Dad had to hang up his ax.”

“So the wife and son?”

“He got remarried,” Dean said flatly.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t until—what? 2004? Kid’s pushing twenty.”

“You leave Adam out of this.”

“Just saying, if my dad came home with a side piece and her brat out of nowhere. I wouldn’t stick around to watch them play happy family.”

“It wasn’t like that— we were always gonna play together. Sam and me have been playing since before we could read. It’s in our blood. It’s not just some great escape or whatever story you’re trying to spin—- Besides, if you had really done your research, you would have known the band formed in 2000.”

“Oh, I know. You, Cas who-shall-not-be-named, Lee, and Sammy all were really hardcore back then.” Meg turned her tablet around to show him a picture taken at the Roadhouse, all of them were drenched in sweat from their set. He remembered that night, Ellen had let them play as long as they were out by ten so she would still get some regular bar business after the underage audience went home.

Cas on drums had never felt right, but it was another two years before Pam found them. Dean couldn’t stop staring at the kids they used to be.

“Missing the old days, huh?” Meg teased.

“Nah, but it’s fun to look back,” Dean admitted.

“Would the rest of the band agree?”

Dean frowned and really considered the question. Pam, obviously, ran things now. No matter how hard Dean fought to be the leader, if she wasn’t on board, it wasn’t happening. But that was a good thing, she kept him honest, kept them all honest. Sam seemed to like Kevin, even if he missed Cas almost as much as Dean did. And Lee, well, he just wanted to play. He’d be in a dive bar on every open mic night if Bobby’d let him. 

“Yeah, we’ve come a long way from coffee shops and YMCAs. I think they’re all happy with what we’re doing now. This album wouldn’t have worked if everybody wasn’t one hundred percent in it.”

Dean looked up to see Meg looking at him like he was missing something obvious.

“What?”

“I think that was the first question where you were completely honest with me all day.”

Dean rolled his eyes and stole a fry off her plate, chomping down he asked, “what else you got?”

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Chapter 13: Canto

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Dec 18

Every AU collection needs a coffeeshop AU, doesn't it? :D Have some Winteriron featuring barista!Tony and a rather flustered Bucky.

Dec 18 - Winteriron - Coffeeshop AU - Candycane

The instant Bucky glimpsed a dark fluff of hair behind the register, he jerked back from the coffeeshop door and plastered himself against the brick exterior wall.

Steve, who’d already reached for the door handle, paused and then stepped back. “Buck?”

“I can’t go in there!” Bucky gasped. “He’s working!”

“Ohhh, so I might actually get a chance to see this mysterious object of your fantasies?” Steve leaned to peer through the window, trying to get a glimpse.

“Steve!” Bucky yanked him back. “Don’t be so fucking obvious, oh my god!”

“Let’s go, I need coffee and I want to meet this guy!” Steve grabbed Bucky’s jacket and dragged him into the store by main force.

Bucky scrambled to act casual as Steve opened the door and the shop bell rang. Luckily, there was a bit of a line, so Tony didn’t spot him right away. He had a few seconds to shake off Steve’s hold and run his fingers through his hair.

Then he looked at Tony and nearly combusted on the spot. Tony was wearing a skin-tight white tee under his red barista’s apron, the fabric clinging to shoulders and arms that were clearly not the result of slinging coffee. There was some kind of ridiculous holiday-themed hair clip tucked into his curls, his eyes were bright and shining, and he was sucking on a candy cane.

He was sucking on the candy cane hard, keeping it in his mouth as he used his hands to scrawl an order on the side of a coffee cup and then rang up the order. The end of the cane wiggled a little bit as Tony’s mouth and tongue moved, and Bucky watched in helpless fascination.

And then the customer in front of them moved and they were standing at the counter. Bucky didn’t think it was just his imagination that Tony’s smile got even brighter.

Tony pulled the candy cane from his mouth and whirled it around one finger as he said, “Hey, it’s my favorite snowflake! And you brought a friend!” He made a show of examining Steve. “Or is it a date?”

“I. No. He. I. That--” Bucky stammered.

“No, not a date,” Steve said. Thank god for Steve.

Then Steve continued, “Of the two of us, I think Bucky would rather date you.” Oh god, Steve sucked.

Bucky could feel his face flaming as he tried to stamp on Steve’s foot. “Christ’s cup, Steve, ain’t you got even a little bit of manners? You can’t just chat someone up when they’re working!”

“I wasn’t chatting him up,” Steve pointed out, nimbly dodging Bucky’s stamping. “I was just saying--”

“Please ignore him,” Bucky pleaded Tony. “He got punched in the head one too many times.”

Tony was laughing, and it was the most musical thing Bucky had ever heard. “Well, now I don’t feel so bad,” he said.

“I, what?”

Tony winked at him. “I’ve been using all my best moves on you, hot stuff, and you haven’t bitten even once. But if it’s a matter of being polite...” He reached over and grabbed the back of the other barista’s shirt, dragging her over to the register.

“Tony!” she squawked, then glanced at Bucky and sighed. “Fine, just this once.” She smiled smoothly at Steve. “Can I take your order, sir?”

Tony pulled the apron off his head and flung it toward a rack of hooks. It missed, but Tony ignored it, ducking around the end of the bar. Two long strides brought him right to Bucky’s side. “I’m on break now,” he said pointedly. “Not working at all.” And then he deliberately licked the length of the candy cane before sticking it back into his mouth and raising his eyebrows at Bucky, expectant.

Bucky’s mouth opened. Closed. “Uh.”

Steve and the other barista were both leaning on the counter, not doing a very good job of suppressing their laughter.

Jerks.

“Would you like?” Bucky tried. Wait, that was incomplete. “To go out?” Better.

Tony grinned around the candy cane. “With you?”

Bucky’s blush wasn’t going to be going away anytime soon, clearly. “Uh. Yes. Please.”

“I’d love to!” Tony chirped, and took another lick of his candy cane. “I’m off work at four, pick me up here?”

“Cane-- I mean, can do,” Bucky managed.

[hongcherry]

Hii, can u write a Hongjoong x reader fic, best friends 2 lovers, when they're camping together ? Please 😁 I luv your works sm!

🏕 Paring: Hongjoong x Reader (gn)

🏕 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG-15; Fluff; Best friends to lovers

🏕 Warnings: None?

🏕 Word Count: 1.2k

🏕 Author's Note: Ahhh thank you soo much for this ask! My first Hongjoong ask ��� I need more Hongjoong on this blog! Thank you for the support ^-^

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Hongjoong’s tired.

He’s tired of fending off mosquitos. He’s tired of feeling sweat run down his back. He’s tired of the uncomfortable cot he has to sleep on.

He’s tired of being outside.

He just wants to go home.

Luckily, all he must do is endure one more day. One more day of mosquitos, sweat, restless sleeping, and wilderness.

He can do it.

Maybe.

“You want to do what?” he asks, body filling with a mix of dread and defeat.

You finish applying the last of your sunscreen before handing him the item.

“I want us to go paddle boating!” you repeat.

Hongjoong blinks at you, sunscreen forgotten.

“Aren’t those the ones you have to pedal to move?” he questions. Even though he knows he’s right, he hopes you answer differently.

“Yup!”

His shoulders sag.

“How about kayaking instead?” he suggests. It’s something he can sit down and only have to move his arms every so often. His legs are already aching at the thought of pedaling for hours.

“We did that two days ago,” you huff and grab the sunscreen. You squirt some on your fingertips then smear it across his face.

He swats your hands away and begins rubbing it in—though, not without sending you a (harmless) glare.

You shrug and explain, “You weren’t doing it, and we’re losing daylight. Hurry, Joong!”

Hongjoong had always thought he knew when to say no, but if that were true, he wouldn’t be seated in a generic blue boat with an already-wet butt.

“How do we steer this?” you question beside him.

He glances around, then points to the steering handle that’s in between you.

You grab it and tug, feeling something shift before you start going in a new direction.

“We’re doing so good, Joongie!” you exclaim with a smile.

Hongjoong’s eyes cast down briefly at your lips before averting his gaze. Despite his aching legs, he’s happy to see you smile so freely.

He admits to himself the view is beautiful, peaceful even, and he tries to focus on that instead of the pain.

Thankfully, the boating only lasts for an hour, with a few breaks here and there, and then you’re both taking showers. 

Hongjoong arrives at the campsite before you, so he rests his sore legs while he can in his hammock.

He doesn’t realize he fell asleep until he’s being prodded with something.

His eyes peel open reluctantly. He gets a glimpse of you pulling away and figures you just poked him awake.

“I really wore you out, hm?” you giggle.

You’re standing near him, smiling down at him with a hand on your hip.

Hongjoong grins lazily and sits up; his legs are on either side of the hammock. The sun behind you casts a soft outer glow around your body. He thinks you look stunning and wishes he had his camera to remember this moment.

“You did,” he hums, voice low and slightly gravelly from exhaustion.

You bite your lip and look away for a moment. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” he shrugs.

“Then let’s eat before it gets dark,” you instruct.

Hongjoong nods, and you step away to gather the ingredients.

You and Hongjoong prepare dinner with minimal conversation. For some, the silence may be uncomfortable, but with you, Hongjoong’s at ease. He enjoys the simple sounds of chopping food, birds chirping, and sizzling meat.

When you’re both done eating and seated around the fireplace, Hongjoong’s mind wanders.

The dancing flames in front of you both and the soft crackling of the fire provide a peaceful atmosphere that he gets lost in.

Had anyone else asked to go on a five-day camping trip, he would’ve refused profusely. Had anyone else asked to go kayaking, play sand volleyball, or go paddle boating, he would’ve declined and sat on the sidelines. But because it was you who had asked, he had said yes.

He finds he says yes to you more than anyone.

“Joong,” your voice lulls him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” He looks at you.

“Try this,” you offer and present him a s’more. The marshmallow is burnt to perfection and the chocolate is quickly melting.

Hongjoong opens his mouth, letting you bring the treat to his lips. The bite he takes causes the dessert to ooze into your hand and you pull away to lick at it.

He chews slowly as he watches you.

“How is it?” you ask, licking the corner of your mouth.

“Good,” he replies while chewing.

“Something wrong?” you question and take a bite of the s’more you made.

Hongjoong fidgets in his camp chair, debating on telling you what he’s been hiding. You eye him as you eat, though don’t say anything as you wait.

When you finally nudge him with your leg, he sighs and rests his elbows on his knees—eyes focused on the flames.

“I think I like you,” he confesses.

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, and it causes Hongjoong’s heart to thump rapidly in his chest.

“You think?” you ask, but there’s a hint of playfulness to your voice that informs him you’re not mad.

He glances back at you.

You’ve finished the s’more and are cleaning your hands with a wipe. There’s not an ounce of surprise on your face, which he finds a little odd.

“No! I know I like you,” he quickly corrects. “I like you.”

You smile and lean on your knees as well.

“Prove it.”

“W-what?” he asks, eyes growing.

“Prove you like me.”

“I’m here, no?”

You smirk and lean closer.

“That’s true,” you pause, “but I want something more.”

“More?” he repeats, trying not to glance at your lips that are so near.

“More, Hongjoong.”

He sits still as he tries to understand what you’re wanting. It’s not until you inch closer that he gets it and quickly leans in the rest of the way.

You smile instantly when his lips touch yours, a hand coming up to card through his hair.

Hongjoong carefully slides off his chair to kneel between your legs—lips still on yours and hands resting on your hips.

The kiss goes on for a while longer before you’re both pulling apart with smiles adorning your faces.

“I like you, too, Joongie,” you say.

“I get the feeling you knew I liked you for a while,” Hongjoong comments.

You give him a guilty smile and straighten your posture.

“Maybe,” you reply.

“For how long?”

“A while,” you trail off.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he frowns.

You push his hair off his face to see him clearly.

“Because I needed a camping buddy,” you tease before pressing a quick kiss to his exposed forehead.

He groans and rests his head against your tummy. You laugh, ruffling his hair.

“I’m getting you back somehow,” he mumbles.

“Hm, okay,” you reply, then gently ease his face away from your body. “But for now, we should get some sleep. We have to wake up early to pack tomorrow.”

Hongjoong exhales a deep breath at the idea of taking down the tent. It was a pain to put up—at least for him—so the thought of taking it down sounds just as troublesome. He’s tempted to tell you to leave it and buy another one for next time… If there’s a next time.

“One more kiss?” he asks.

You grin and nod, lowering your face to his.

Hongjoong’s not sure if the craving for more comes from his fondness for you or the taste of the s’more from earlier. Regardless, he pulls away before he deepens the kiss any more.

“Does this mean you’ll be mine?” he wonders.

“Ask me,” you reply.

He smiles and takes hold of one of your hands.

“Yn, will you be mine?”

“Yes.”

A/N: I haven't been camping in a while! I miss it 🥲 Has anyone else gone camping? Did you like it?

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[punsmaster69]

25/DEC/20XX

wooooooooooooooo.

that day.

the one.

the twenty fifth.

the holiday.

if i list what everyone got from everyone, i'll be here all night, so just the most notable stuff.

got some new books. and socks. and a giant blanket. and a sweater.

i'm feeling very cozy.

frisk shrieked when they got one of those rock excavation kits from my bro.

(little known fact: frisk has an innate fascination with rocks.)

asgore gifted them an art kit.

alphys got them a mini salt lamp. they immediately licked it.

i got 'em a tungsten cube.

"Why are you so excited over a hunk of metal?"

"It's not a 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬, it's a 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘦."

"It's a hunk of metal."

"I'm gonna 'hunk' this at your face in a second."

"Do you WANT to kill me?!"

"No. But stop calling it a hunk of metal. It's a tungsten cube."

"Why do you care, anyway? It's MY cube, not yours."

"It's boring."

"Not to me."

"You underestimate my ability to find entertainment in shiny objects."

"Whatever. Suit yourself."

a lot of us had similar ideas, because flowey got a decent amount of (mostly dinosaur related) brick sets.

it's hard not to notice the pieces constantly strewn about flowey's half of their room.

walking over there's like a spike trap.

might be purposeful.

tori also got him some simulator game. he apparently already had the others in the series, so it makes sense.

papyrus has been using the same pots and pans for ages.

they're a bit charred and dented in places.

so, paps got gifted new cookware.

undyne got him utensils, and alphys got the pots.

tori gave him new oven mitts that don't have holes in them, unlike the previous pair.

i got him a giant puzzle cube. it's got so many rows.

it'll take him forever to solve.

he seems excited.

mettaton got him a robe, because apparently paps been admiring his. they match now.

got asgore some new teacups.

his current ones work fine, but didn't have many ideas outside of that. besides, when have extras hurt anyone?

undyne gifted him a book on slang and how to use it.

alphys' face dropped when she saw it.

"have fun with that."

(some kind of disgruntled lizard sound.)

alphys was ecstatic about receiving a manga she's wanted for ages from undyne.

tori got her some t-shirts. the one alphys liked the most is printed with a ramen brand.

undyne was gifted another giant foam sword.

that was the most exciting one for her.

they've been into collecting these specific stuffed animal things lately, so i got alphys and undyne matching ones.

mettaton had a similar gift, but luckily we didn't end up on the exact same stuffed animal.

something i'll probably regret was getting mtt a tub of glitter.

i know he likes the stuff, but i'm realizing now how this is probably ending.

already preparing to have glitter stuck to me every time he's in the vicinity.

...so not much will change, actually.

papyrus gave him a pillow custom-altered to have mettaton's branding on it.

giving mtt an mtt themed item...

he loved it. suggested that paps could help design products with him at some point.

alphys' gift was apparently done earlier, as it was an adjustment that enabled him to sign things without having to worry about carrying pens.

because his finger turns into the pen. kinda neat, honestly.

napstablook's headphone cord was looking a bit rough, so that's what i got them.

simple, but they smiled.

must not have been too bad a choice.

mettaton gifted tickets to a live band. they'll go together at some point.

me and tori, being old nerdy bookworms, exchanged exactly that: books.

frisk gave tori a cutesy handmade card, signed "by frisk and flowey but mostly frisk" on the back.

asgore gave her a necklace.

she stared at it and flatly thanked him before tucking it into her purse.

undyne gave a pie tin. self-explanatory.

probably exactly as expected, grillby was gotten a lot of various kitchenwares.

we have a lot of cooks in our friend group, i realize.

anyway, he was fond of the sturdy glass mugs i picked out for him.

that's the notable stuff gift-wise.

as for stockings, i went with chocolate bars for the other adults.

plain, simple, don't know anyone who doesn't like it.

safe bet, y'know?

got frisk a bag of those fake rock chocolates. the ones that look exactly like real rocks. they always talk about wanting to eat certain rocks; figured this would be a better alternative to shattering their teeth on real ones.

gave flowey a bag of fake coal.

"for being a butthead this year."

"Jokes on you, I'll gladly take this. And I'm STILL being the same next year!"

"didn't expect any different."

"besides, that's why you got coal last year too."

"Does it even count if it's chocolate coal? Not much of a punishment."

"it's the idea."

"The idea?"

"that you're eating rocks."

"Frisk is the one eating the rocks."

"you want real coal next year?"

"No!"

"Give that to Frisk instead."

"wouldn't be a punishment to them."

there's a lot of candy in each stocking, and most have forgotten who got what anyway.

the certain thing was everyone getting a bone in their stocking.

you know who from.

he gives 'em every year, this being no exception.

——

previous rock-paper-scissors decisions on who brings what dish collaborates now into a holiday feast aplenty.

or whatever jolly terminology i'm supposed to use to say: there was a lot of food. it was good. asgore overcooked the rolls a little. edible enough though.

——

somehow still full of energy, paps, mettaton and frisk are belting holiday songs.

napstablook's dj-ing for them.

undyne and alphys are chatting quietly beside the tree.

asgore is trying to help flowey put together that brick set.

his big hands aren't doing great with the small pieces.

grillby's trying to help him help better.

leaned against me, tori is chilling on the couch. i think she's convinced everyone else she's asleep, but under the blanket, her hand lightly tightens around mine every once in a while.

might be that she doesn't want to draw any attention to it.

...

i don't either, so i'll close my eyes too.

[omegamusings-writigs]

[HC] Being Alpha!Koga’s Omega and Inuyasha’s Sibling

Masterlist

Originally posted: Mar 14, 2021 Slightly edited: Dec 22, 2022

mentions of injuries/getting injured

you were the youngest of your father’s children and a full-blooded demon

you are closer to inuyasha than to your oldest brother, mainly because you are closer in age 

koga met you when you were both still young

he was not the leader of the pack back then but merely another alpha in it

so, of course, when he met you, he did a lot of grandstanding

he would brag to you about all the prey he had hunted and the enemies he had slayed and he would also ask his friends to fight him so he could prove to you how strong he was

you pretend to be indifferent about it (being tsundere runs in the family ig)

but you’re obviously as entranced by him as as he is with you 

i mean how could you not?

still, you’re not gonna just make it easy on him

he almost gives up on it too

you went hunting together for the first time and as a sort of last-ditch effort, he goes to fight the largest animal he can find

this does not end well for him as he is impaled by the tusks of a boar the size of a horse

luckily for him, he was hunting with you

as the boar is distracted by the alpha, you manage to kill it

then drag his ass back home and nurse him up

he’s even more into you now

luckily for him, seeing him wounded like that, made you realise how foolish it was to hold out on him like that

so you confess to him

he’s so happy his tail is literally wagging like that of a dog’s lmao

the two of you worked yourself up through the ranks of your pack over the years

you were a nomad when you met him, intending to only stay with the eastern yokai-wolves for a short while but this had changed when you became his omega

many years after you joined the pack, koga comes to the cave you’re currently living in with a screaming human omega hanging over his shoulder

the strangest part about this for you is not that she can apparently sense jewel shards but that she smells heavily of your brother inuyasha

before you get to talk to her, there’s another confrontation with the birds of paradise

enter inuyasha

after saving his omega from the clutches of the evil wolf yokai, he finally realizes that you’re with them

cue yelling match between two immortal siblings who haven’t seen each other in like a century or so

cue your mate trying to defend you to your mutt of a brother

cue you brother tearing your wolf mate a new one

original note: i haven’t finished inuyasha so i’m leaving it like this for now until i’ve seen more of the show and of koga

editing note: still haven't finished inuyasha lol

[chromatic-crow]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by @tetrapod7

im gonna put this under a cut cause its...a lot lmao but thanks for the tag

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

22 published and 2 waiting for reveal for fic fests. they're done so I'm counting them.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

72,623 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

hockey only so far. dunno if that'll change for a while honestly

4. top five fics by kudos:

something unexpected

i can't let this go

doll me up in my bad luck

drippin' confidence, lose my common sense

just say the word, we'll take on the world

5. do you respond to comments?

soooo, i didnt at first cause im like. super anxious about comments in general but i do now cause i really appreciate it

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhh.......i honestly dont write a lot of angsty endings but I'll be fine is mostly just angst, im a sucker for happy endings and mostly, i just never know how to end stuff so uhh idk unless you count ficlets or the ask fics, theres a bit of angst in there sometimes

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

aughhhh it's not gonna be revealed till july for a fest but of the ones published....and this ones old and im not too happy with it anymore but probably love you like a brother, love you like no other

8. do you get hate on fics?

not that I've seen luckily, won't lie, I'd probably give up writing for a bit if I did

9. do you write smut?

*stares at blog and ao3* yes. mostly for some reason. I say this like I don't know that I'm just a horny fucker on hrt lmao

10. craziest crossover:

uh...not done any

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope, would be weird if someone did honestly.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

also no.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

does a groupchat fic count even if its never left the chat? if not. no, would be fun tho

14. all time favorite ship?

oh my god i have to dig deep on this one but.......m!hawke/anders from dragon age 2 or uhh shit i can't even remember the other ones at this point so we'll stick with that i guess.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

uh. literally all of them that aren't the one I'm currently obsessed with? but if I had to choose one, maybe the royalty/wingfic that I started a while back

16. what are your writing strengths?

oh....uh....guh. okay I've been told my dialogue and characterization is good. and I'm starting to feel better about all of it but I still want to say none. mostly cause I only see the things that I could have done better but oh well.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

......yes. okay so its not like I've been writing for long (since dec) so I obviously think all of it but mostly sentence starting. I feel like I start too many sentences with 'he'. but I also don't know how to start most of them differently. also flow of story, it gets choppy sometimes when I just. can't piece it together and give up. and endings....i hate endings, I never know how to end them

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

ehhhh, I've done it once. wont do it again honestly. i mean if its a language that the writer knows i think its different but my dumbass going to gtranslate and probably getting something that isn't even accurate is a bit different lmao

19. first fandom you wrote in?

hockey rpf. first and only so far lmao

20. favorite fic you've written?

.....uhhhh probably I can't let this go, yet again. but since it's in line with my longer wip squared is up there as well

tagging with no pressure of course: @stillfertile @whatthe-puck @hauntedppgpaints idk im blanking right now, so anyone else who wants to

[enn-jay]

Can u share your list with us so we can know what to expect

Always happy to talk about my writing! 😁

So this is the list I'm working on atm. I have no idea what order they will come in as I just work on whatever takes my fancy and sometimes a new idea comes in and takes over - which is what happened with Treacherous and Is It Over Now? As I've said before, I get very little time for writing, sometimes as little as 2 hours a week, so I do what I can. Luckily, I have the amazingly supportive @emmainldn cheering me on constantly, otherwise I'd probably never get anything written!

Haylor fics currently in the pipeline:

The Very First Night - about the first time they got together in March/April 2012. I started this before Treacherous but it's got similar vibes, so might end up taking a backseat for a while as I used a lot of my ideas for it in Treacherous. I do have other ideas for it though so it will probably happen eventually. It's a bit more angsty than Treacherous as it goes a bit "rust that grew between telephones-y" later on.

Just A Little Bit of Your Heart - Sequel to Midnight, late 2014ish. Harry wants to be with Taylor properly but she's keeping him at arms length and he's not very good at communicating. Angst and possibly no/little smut which is weird for me! This is almost complete and will probably be posted first.

Cruel Summer (working title) - Summer 2016 (possibly, not 100% decided on the timeline). This one will be open/ongoing episodes/hook ups and is literally just an excuse to write smut whenever I want without having to think of a proper storyline.

A Million Little Times - this is the big boy. Long series fic where Taylor is with John when they meet but Harry falls for her anyway. Over the years they hurt each other a million little times but they can't seem to stay away from each other. This will be split into two halves and I'm not posting until the first half is nearly done, so don't expect it any time soon, but if I go quiet, I'm probably working on this. I'm pretty sure it will be worth the wait.

Passports in Footwells - Break up fic Dec 2012/Jan 2013 - Chronicals the little mistakes and misunderstandings that leads to them breaking up even though they still love each other. Heated arguments, full angst, almost definitely some smut too. This one is only a couple of sentences long atm but I can see it zooming past the others cuz I'm really excited for it. I like writing pain.

Vigilante Shit - Current Harry watching a TikTok of Taylor performing Vigilante Shit at Eras. Very short but about finished, I've only not posted this because it's so short and I'm wondering if I need to add something else or make it part of a series or something.

5 Reasons Matty Healy Hates Harry Styles and 1 Reason He Doesn't - haylor from an outsiders perspective looking in. A very jealous outsiders perspective. Inspired by an incredibly interesting 1 hour video essay I watched about Matty having one-sided beef with Harry Styles. And Robbers by The 1975. I'm well aware noone asked for this fic but the idea came to me practically half-formed one day. 😂

I Can See You - Vmas hook up! - Someone suggested this the other day, but there is a scene in A Million Little Times which I think is set at the vmas so might include it in that...if not though I will write this at some point because 🔥🔥🔥.

[doubtingthomasin]

🎄 Dec 1 - Candy Cane 🎄

@hellcheerxmas

Chrissy's not having a great day. She's already bombed at least one midterm, she's sure of it. Luckily, her grades can take the hit, but her mother still won't be happy.

It feels like Jason keeps staring at her any chance he can get, without a doubt trying to figure out why his girlfriend suddenly dumped him just a few weeks before Christmas break. She told him multiple times that she just wasn't happy and needed to be alone for a while, which is true, but he just doesn't seem to understand the concept.

So he stares at her as she opens her locker, her eyes heavy with stress. She unlatches the lock, opens the door, and has to hurriedly catch a small object trying to fall out. Chrissy opens her hand to see that it's a small candy cane, the kind you buy in big packs, with red and green stripes all around.

Perplexed, she immediately turns to Jason, but he's long gone. She's sure he knows her combination, and she hasn't had the chance to change it yet, but he wouldn't walk away without seeing her reaction if it was him.

There is...one other person that might know it.

Someone else who's stood by her at her locker countless times.

She searches over the heads of the other students and finds him. Eddie's gathering some books out of his locker down the hallway, but he turns directly to her once his is closed, giving her the sweetest smile she's ever seen from him.

He saunters into the stream of people heading away from her, leaving her blushing bright red with a pleasant flutter in her stomach. She's only been tutoring him for a few weeks, but the effect he has on her is getting harder and harder to ignore.

She's closed her locker by the time she finally sees the small note attached.

Sweets for the sweetest. -E.M.

[deadhumourist]

Fandom Finds - last week of Dec

Hello! I finally got to catch up on some much-needed reading, and I'm in absolute awe of how incredibly talented people on here are. So I'm going to do a weekly round-up of things I loved in the Pedro Pascal fandom- art, fics, you name it. Here's what I loved in Dec (and a little before then, as it's the intro post!)

A gentle reminder to please support and reblog from your favourite creators to ensure more people see their amazing work!

Here we go, under the cut:

Starman (series) - @imtryingmybeskar (Ezra x F!Reader)

You know when you read something so good, you close your laptop because no words you can put on paper is going to come close to what you just read? That was me last week. This series is incredible - sensitive, insightful, a transportive glimpse into something very different. Ezra drops into his soulmate's lap, but it's not as simple as that. Clear your schedule. Read it.

Driving Mr Tovar (series) - @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

When I read the original series, I turned into that crazed fan that sent the author songs that reminded me of her fic. Luckily the lovely author humoured me and we are still friends today. She's currently updating the series and the updated version is EVEN better than the original (I'm halfway through the reread of Chapter 1). Pero Tovar doesn't let anyone into his life, least of all his new driver. But he has no idea who he's up against and how his life will change. Perfect holiday escapism right here.

Queen of Poisons (series) - @artemiseamoon (Ezra x F!OFC)

Arte's Ezra and fantastic OFC Nyx has been living completely rent-free in my brain since I first inhaled the series months ago. The push and pull between these two is delicious and her heroine is a deeply nuanced badass who doesn't stand back when faced with danger. If you like supernatural worlds and strong female protagonists, you will love this.

Flowers for Ishtar (series) - Beskarberry (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

I already screamed at the author like an unhinged banshee, but this was one of the most fantastical, wild series I have ever read. Non-human!Mando and F!Reader have a solid partnership until he starts acting very weird. Please, for the love of the reptilian spacepope, read the extensive and detailed warnings, because this won't be for everyone. But if you do proceed - it's funny, magical, soft, sexy, unhinged and brilliant science-fiction fantasy with our favourite buckethead.

My only wish (series) - @foli-vora (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)

Come get your fluffy, sweet Christmas goodness here! Jack Daniels grinches his way into a a situation he never thought he's find himself in. Special appearance by a hilarious little menace who forces Jack and Reader's hand as subtly as a sledgehammer. Treat yo'self.

Unnamed (one-shot) - @juletheghoul (Frankie Morales x F!Reader Siren)

Jules' short and utterly *beautifully* devastating story about Frankie and a Siren will haunt you in more ways than one. It's the kind of story that you think about at 2am when you can't sleep.

The Fox, the Mage and the Cupboard (series) - @littlemisspascal (Multiple characters x F!Reader)

Make a cup of tea, settle under a fleece blanket and let Rae transport you to a magical world where you can forget about all the madness and real world problems. It features Javi G, Din and Pero and she makes them all very special, very distinct from each other. This series feels like a soft hug with some yearning for good measure.

An Evening with Monsters (series)- @clydesducktape (Triple Frontier boys in individual stores x F!Reader)

Kinktober hit different this year with this delicious line-up of monsters - the Triple Frontier boys are an absolute feast in this series. Thia is an incredibly talented writer, it might not be Halloween anymore, but you'll be yearning for these boys anyway.

All about the Bass - @katareyoudrilling (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)

Listen. This author has created a musical universe with the most perfect Marcus Pike (a musician) and I refuse to leave. I refuse. Get your bag, we're going to Yearnsville and staying there - this is romantic and soft and amazing. Marcus and you join an orchestra and it's not just musical notes flying. *chef's kiss*

[satureja13]

kin: Mermaid age: 18 (second youngest) hight: 172 cm/ ~ 5′7″ (shortest) zodiac: gemini mbti:  INFP - the mediator (poetic kind altruistic) currently living: Belgraves Institute - (their flat -> here) flatmate: Jeb role: acts like a top/ is a bottom song: Ray Of Light - Madonna

🐡 swimming 🐡 bathing 🐡 Highschool Cheerleader Team (bonus scene -> here) 🐡 making music with Jeb 🐡 composing and producing

🐡 Jeb (Jeb is his best friend, Ji Ho lived at Jeb’s home twice) 🐡 Saiwa (Ji Ho trusts Saiwa a lot and he can talk to him about anything)

🐡 Ji Ho worships Kiyoshi 🐡 Ji Ho loves Luci. Luci is the only being Ji Ho is able to love due to his traumatic past at the brothel. (Luci possessed Vlad’s body after Vlad died to rescue Ji Ho. He can still come back if Vlad’s mind steps back.

The whole story of Vlad, Ji Ho and Luci ‘in short’ until now -> here

🐡 Ji Ho has a lot of tattoos. Since tattoos are highly deprecated in the society Ji Ho grew up, he made himself worthless with the tattoos, so he couldn’t be forced to work at the brothel. 🐡 Ji Ho has an older brother who got murdered by their mother before Ji Ho was born. He could see the ghost of his brother but never interact with him. 🐡 Ji Ho does not take any kind of travel well and gets nauseous 🐡 his and Ji Ho’s dream in the first night at Belgraves Institute 🐡 their short trip into the world of porn bots 🐡 the Sabotage chapter 🐡 the Simtimates Collection

🐡 Ji Ho truely is a ray of light to everyone around him

🐡 Ji Ho is named after the real Woo Ji Ho, better known as Zico. Zico is a composer I truely admire. I think there isn’t a song of him I don’t like. 🐡 Ji Ho is the Sim I love most of all my Sims 🐡 he was ‘born’ august 22 2019 🐡 Ji Ho and Vlad are meant to be. Long before they first met in a story, I found Vlad at Sulani near Ji Ho’s house (oct 06 2021). Then Vlad visited Rubyn when Ji Ho was also visting her (Dec 09 2021 / Ji Ho was together with Rubyn then) And then the faithful day when everyone forced romantic interactions on Ji Ho! Vlad was the last one who kissed him and Ji Ho liked it (like much ;) 🐡 a lot of strange things happen to Ji Ho. I already mentioned above that crazy day when everyone forced romantic interactions on him. The other day, when Vlad was visitor, it happened again! But only with Vlad - luckily. And then when he got bitten by the vampire! Which lead to months of twists in the story omg (even Vlad’s death!). Each of them i had never witnessed before. 🐡  Ji Ho’s brother is named after Zico’s real older brother’s stage name Tae Woon. Maybe it’s a little revenge. Tae Woon had beaten Zico up because Zico ate the chicken in the fridge ^^’

From the Beginning   ~  Underwater Love   ~  Latest

[littlehouseontheaerie]

I post a lot about cooking, but I think it's important to talk about the fails as much as the wins.

Last night was Twelfth Night (also known as Three Kings' Day), which is the traditional end of the Christmas season. The Twelve Days of Christmas song, where you gift your true love FAR too many wild birds by any reasonable metric? That takes place between Dec 25th and Jan 6th. Happy New Year, have a goose-themed hate crime.

We like celebrating it for a couple of reasons. First, it's easier to take time off AFTER Christmas. So we have time to relax, clean the house, and invite people who also have time off over for dinner. Second, it's so much nicer to keep the Christmas vibes going into January after New Years. I don't want to celebrate before Thanksgiving, so a little further into January keeps the cozy vibes going into the new year. Third, it follows Zwitschen die Jahrheit, which is a lovely limnial space. Fourth, the MIL travels to see her grandbaby out of state, so this gives us a second Christmas she can join into.

So last night was our dinner.

And three hours before guests show up, we pull the main protein to put into the smoker. With one sniff, it's obvious that it's gone off. Damnit. There is no time to defrost anything else and still cook it before people get here.

Luckily, I planned to make a roast chicken for dinners this week. Spouse threw a rub on it and saved the day.

But nonsense happens, I was very stressed, and parties don't always work out the way we wanted. Still, it was food and delicious.

[claudiajcregg]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by both @mihrsuri and @unseenacademic 💜💜💜 Thank you so much! I actually wrote up most of the answers the day I was tagged, and then forgot to post them. For over 10 days, probably. Me bad.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 23! (One of them is a 'collection' of short ficlets, and has 6 chapters. So 28 stories in 23 works so far. Probably about to be more stories in still 23 works.)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 156,597 words. For now.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Just TWW. Who knows in the future!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

They have about 35% of my total kudos, but the first two are ~21% alone. (The first one is the only fic that has over 100 kudos. Then again, any of them getting above 30 is a miracle.)

maybe everything's just turning out how it should be (Big Block of Cheese 2008; CJ & Josh. Posted Feb 2021) [121]

say it's here where our pieces fall in place (Vignettes, 1998-2008. Posted Jan 2022.) [66]

just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days (Thanksgiving 2006. Posted Dec 2022.) [55]

nobody knows how to get back home (Missing scene from ITSOTG. Posted April 2023) (wait what. top 4?!) [50]

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it (B4A Campaign Fic, spring 1998. Posted May 2021) [47]

5. Do you respond to comments?

YES. I don't take them for granted, and I like interacting with my readers. Sharing is nerve-wracking and makes me feel so exposed, so any comment makes it worth it. I like to thank peeps for their time! As of late, it's taking me weeks to get back to comments for Brain/spoons reasons (and because I try to do so in order, though not always). I sometimes feel bad I have fallen behind on leaving my own comments, so replying to what I get makes me feel bad. I love getting the rare, long, thoughtful comments, because I love seeing what people pick up on (had to restrain myself from commenting on everything), so if that one's up next… It'll delay everything. I have a harder time letting go of those.

I know replying or not is a hot topic, and I fall on the side of 'whatever the author does is fine' (I see them as being voluntary gifts to the author, kinda, but I understand why some authors can't or won't reply! Especially those who get dozens.). It does feel weird(ly demoralizing) when you see that yours is one of a couple of comments they haven't replied to, though. (Selfishly, as someone who tries to write medium-long comments, lack of anything can sting. It's irrational, it's not what I'm after, but it'd be nice to know whether that hour plus of my time was worth it. It's not transactional and I hate that c4c idea or whatever. Just. weird feelings.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

As we've established in previous similar memes (lol, I think I've answered these questions before), my fics don't really have angsty endings! For the most part. I think I said don't want you to go but I'll be okay then, and I can still buy that/definitely popped into my brain. I think some of my late S7 fics have an ominous feel to them, with some references/buildup to the angsty parts of IM, but I wouldn't call them angsty endings.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Um. The opposite is true! still you never took your hand from mine was my first thought, but I feel like oh, and I will be with you to feel the California sun is pretty darn happy. I could have picked almost any of them and I could make a case for them!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I luckily do not. I have gotten a couple of comments that have messed with my brain, and made me second-guess things, but they were not hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, but not regularly and not that well. It's usually short, mild scenes at most, but I did challenge myself to write a more explicit one last summer, especially after I got those 'one bed' tropes in the Wheel but didn't go there in the 500-word limit. Streets say it's hot. IDK. I also wrote a smutty continuation to the exchange fic. Best if we forget parts of that one happened. I also started writing one that would be in my S5 pregnancy universe but 🤐

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't. But this question confirms to me I have answered this before because I know I've joked about how TV has already done that for me, lmao. See: Bones/Sleepy Hollow.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? (I had to track down this question because it wasn't anywhere.) I don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! I'm having déjà vu here. I know I have answered this before: I could do it myself! But I have a feeling it wouldn't be as easy as one might think, but I'd be honored.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so…? If I have, it was years ago, in my forum/LJ days. I've been trying to make it happen for a while now, but who knows if it'll ever happen. WE HAVE IDEAS. We want to make it happen. (Wink wink, nudge nudge. You know who.)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Spaceships are so cool. Atlantis was the first space shuttle I saw in person (and also the one I've seen the most) and it and its exhibit are awesome. I'm only missing Discovery out of the four space shuttles, because I didn't go to the second National Air and Space Museum location in Virginia back in 2015. And once the new exhibit center is completed, I'd love to see Endeavour again.

(In all seriousness, I don't have one. Booth and Brennan will forever and always hold a special place in my heart, but I love CJ and Danny so much, writing for them, their journey. Pls don't make me pick.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I am a big 'never say never' person, because I end up picking stuff up (and maybe rewriting it to fit my current style/ability) if I remember an idea… But I'm guessing many of them won't get finished. Probably some of those that are deep in my notes app or on the drive.

16. What are your writing strengths? I (try to) dig into the emotion of a scene as best as I can.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Everything else? I know it sounds like an excuse (at least to my ears), but writing in your second language is hard. I know my writing sounds limited because of it – my descriptions will never be as evocative as I wish they were, my dialogue won't be there. I am not the most imaginative person, either.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it makes sense, and won't take the reader out of the story, go for it! (A few words, or a line or two, might work if there's appropriate context.)

But also, as a non-native speaker, I'll always recommend using pals who might be fluent in that language and checking with them! I know that, throughout my many years in fandom, I've read quick things in Spanish within English fics that weren't entirely correct in the context they were being used (i.e. character's fluency, smaller details), and they took me out for a second. (I know, I know – pot, meet kettle. If anyone has read an unedited story of mine, they've found me making up English phrases.)

19. First fandom you wrote for? Bones. In Spanish. (I also think I wrote some ficlets in English that are probably hidden in some random LJ comm I created for my writing. They're probably 14-15 years old.)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I honestly cannot pick! And maybe it's yet to come. But basically, if I've gone through the embarrassment of having someone edit/beta a fic and catch all the avoidable mistakes, it's because it genuinely has something I like about it and that I think others will like, too. (Perceived quality aside.)

Off the top of my head, and out of the posted fics (obvious recency bias, sorry). I have a story for all 23… Also, let's consider I've mostly not read them since they were posted so I might be off. (Would love to hear what everyone's favorite is, if you've read any and are reading this!) Obviously, that top 5 by kudos has great ones. There's a reason

don't want you to go but I'll be okay: I just remember finishing it and knowing it was something special. Felt like many things coming together. I wanted to write angstier, a break from the endgame of the IM AU I've yet to post, and I think it works. I had had that quote as inspo for a while, and I think the trip to Berlin put it back on my mind. (The first haunted by the notion draft is from around this time, too!)

your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep: the structure is likely a tad repetitive, maybe (but also, the point of 3+1s, sort of?) but I love writing in that s7 period, and there should be more fic with the press corps. I think the stuff I wrote while editing (which included an overhaul of the +1) is even better than what was there.

oh, and I will be with you to feel the California sun: recency bias, yes. I love a good early Cali story, and even if this was nowhere the story I sat down to write originally, I love how it turned out. It's silly but fun, and so sunny.

still you never took your hand from mine: I will always have all the soft spots for my memoir stories, even if two of them have yet to be posted. This one doubled its size a year and a half after “finishing” it because I realized what it was missing. It's sappy, probably unrealistic re: the publishing industry, but damn it if it's not one of those that have made me cry while editing them.

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it: I had to include an oldie but goodie from my first year, and this one is so special to me. (Along with BBC 2008, which I also absolutely adore. That was the fic I always wanted to post. Hilarious it was third. But it's also my most popular fic by a huge margin.) Seeing it recommended on Tumblr? God. I love campaign stories and all their potential. I love that I took a random line from some unposted story and it evolved into this fic.

nobody knows how to get back home: I almost added the most recent one because of how fun it was to write (or, as I mentioned above, Big Block of Cheese) but I like how bittersweet this missing scene one is. I find CJ's internal struggle so interesting to explore, and this is one of her most vulnerable moments. I also wanted to see a hug so badly.

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If it's not love, then what is it? Chapter 4

Chapter Summary

Through Lou's memories, Hob discovers her feelings on their wedding day and Dream falls even more in love.

On Ao3

June 20, 1889

The day I became a respectable woman in the eyes of society.

The day I became Louise Baldwin-Gadling

I didn't want a big wedding and luckily neither did you. We found a priest who agreed to marry us in a small chapel outside the city. Neither you nor I had any family.

But still, the day was perfect.

Alex was excited and proud because he was the ring bearer.

Hob smiled as he thought back to that day and said softly as he turned to Dream, "It was so different from the day I married Eleanor and yet so much more like me. It was just the three of us, the priest and the organist. We weren't in love, and yet I feel more happiness at the memory of that day than the day I married Eleanor. Weird, isn't it?"

Dream replied, "You had changed since 1489, Hob. Four hundred years had passed. It's not so strange, you know. Hmm..." The lord of dreams paused and scratched his head awkwardly, "at least not for me. You know a bit about my past, my previous lovers, partners were all very different. I'm not saying I didn't love them, I loved them all passionately, my love was sincere with each of them, but I also know that for each one it was different, just like... just like it is different with you. Lou was there at a time in your life when you needed comfort and even though you weren't in love, you loved each other. You were a family."

Hob thought for a few moments about what Dream had just said, then nodded before resuming his reading, comforted by the warmth of Dream's arm around his waist.

You know, the vows we said that day. Even though I knew perfectly well that we didn't deliver them with the love that they were supposed to carry in a traditional wedding, I will never forget them because you sounded so sincere when you said them. And you were sincere because you kept those vows. You still keep them even as I write these words, as I stand at death's door.

Hob whispered, "I was sincere." 

He saw that the words were a little blurry as if the paper had gotten wet there. Had Lou been crying while writing these words? 

He ran his thumb over the small stain and was about to continue reading when Dream's hand came to rest on his arm and his lover said in a hesitant voice, "Would you mind telling me what those vows were, if... if you remember."

Hob swallowed and without looking at Dream recited softly, "I promise to love and comfort you, honor and keep you, and forsaking all others, I will be yours alone as long as we both shall live."

Then he looked up slowly at Dream and said sheepishly, "I am sorry."

Dream shook his head and taking Hob's face in his hands, he said in a firm voice, "You're going to have to stop that right now. Stop apologizing. Would you like me to apologize for all the times I declared my immortal love to one of the people from my past?"

Hob protested, "No, of course not!"

Dream continued, "Then why would you want to apologize for the feelings you had for Lou and the relationship you had with her? Can't you see I'm proud of you! Hob, Lou says you kept your marriage vows to the end. That you never stopped being an honorable man. Believe me when I tell you that I feel many things, but certainly not anger or jealousy."

Dream concluded his words with a kiss, which he pressed to Hob's lips before pulling back and continuing, "Okay, let's get back to reading."

They resumed their reading and laughed a little at Lou's colorful tale of their wedding ceremony.

When suddenly Hob heard Dream's gasp and, understanding the reason, he immediately wanted to hide the text from his hands, or better yet go hide in a corner and not show his face again.

Even though you didn't let your feelings show, there was a moment when I saw them. Just as you put the ring on my finger.

Unfortunately or probably fortunately for him, Lou had always been extremely perceptive of his emotions and knew perfectly well how to decipher them. Although he knew what was coming, he forced himself to read it, unable to prevent the embarrassment from slightly coloring his cheeks. 

I saw the moment you were thinking about him. Your stranger. No doubt you would have wanted him to be here instead of me. Exchanging those vows with him.

Hob whispered, "I'm sorry, Lou." 

Dream's arm tightened around him and Hob leaned against him as he continued reading.

Before you get yourself into a tizzy, read on!

Remember, I know you and I'm sure that by the time you read these words, this part of your character won't have changed, even if it's a hundred years from now. I am sure you're apologizing right now for whatever offense you think you've done to me. So stop it right now!

It was so much like Lou that Hob couldn't hold back a slight chuckle, to which Dream joined in. Then his lover kissed his head and said with an amused voice, "Lou really knew you well."

Hob mumbled, "Too well."

I feel sadness, but not for me, Hob. I feel sad for you. Because you had that expression that you didn't show often but that I saw from time to time. Those moments when you were thinking about him and you thought I wasn't seeing you. I wish you would have told me about it, to be able to ease your pain like you did for me.

His reading was interrupted this time by Dream who muttered, "I'm the one who is sorry this time. It's only now through Lou's words that I realize how much I hurt you that night."

Hob gave him a little nudge with his shoulder, "Hey, don't beat yourself up either. It seems to me we've talked about all this before. I forgave you and we moved on. I was sad, yes, but that's in the past."

To convince Dream of the sincerity of his words, he kissed him gently  and they resumed their reading.

It made me all the more grateful for everything you did to make this day perfect. You went so far as to carry me through the door because you said that if this was going to be my only wedding, you had to do things right.

Well, you did.

Because I never thought I would receive such an amazing wedding gift.

"What did you get her?" asked Dream, clearly curious.

Hob, who had no doubt that Lou would talk about his gift, replied simply, "Read."

I still don't know how you discovered my secret. But my surprise was huge when you put me down on the living room floor and blindfolded me.

Dream nudged him with his elbow and chuckled, "kinky..."

Hob returned the nudge and retorted, "idiot."

Then you and Alex guided me to a room in the house that I didn't know. You guided me to the middle of the room and removed the blindfold, saying, "Welcome to your workshop."

In front of me was an easel, blank canvases were stored in a corner. On a table were all sorts of brushes and pencils, pots of paint, a palette, a brand new apron hanging on a chair. Then my gaze fell on my sketchbook which had been with me since I was a child. The only thing that brought me comfort in my lowest moments.

When I turned to you, unaccustomed to the gift, I was instantly afraid of the price I would have to pay and I asked you what you wanted in return.

Again, I won't forget the way you looked at me, didn't take offense and just said, "The only prize is your sobriety."

Two gifts in one.

You took my hand, put a paintbrush in it and said, "Whenever you feel like drinking, take this brush instead and draw until the craving is over."

That's what I did.

You saved me from myself and gave me a new life. So maybe you think you've robbed me, but Hob, I've never felt loved like I did in that moment. You gave me more love and respect in that moment than I had ever received in my life.

So even though our wedding wasn't a love wedding in the traditional sense, I still had the best day of my life.

"You see." said Dream softly to him, "Don't apologize, either to her or to me for giving us, for giving me as far as I'm concerned, happiness."

Hob let out a long sigh, relieved to feel a weight disappear that he had not been aware of carrying all this time. Torn between the feeling of betrayal he had felt towards Dream and Lou. Towards Lou for not giving her the love he thought she deserved and towards Dream for marrying Lou despite his love for him.

He turned the page of the old book and a folded piece of paper flew out. Dream caught it and handed it to him.

Hob unfolded it and was surprised to see a sketch of his face from the side. He remembered exactly the moment the drawing represented.

At the bottom of the drawing were written a few words: 

Missing him

June 7, 1890

Dream asked, "What does that mean?"

Hob buried his face in his hands, wondering how many more times he would feel embarrassed on this journey through Lou's memories.

"Hob?" insisted Dream.

Hob mumbled into his hands, "As you can see it was exactly one year after you and me parted. We were traveling in a carriage past the White Horse Inn and Lou was talking to me, but lost in my thoughts at the sight of the inn, I hadn't listened. Instead of being offended, she asked me about you. Because she knew it was you I was thinking about at that moment. So you know what that means then. And don't start moping around again. That was my state of mind at the time."

"Okay, okay," Dream surrendered before looking at Hob in a much more teasing way, "but I'm curious now. What did you tell her about me?"

Hob shook his head, "Nope. No way. Enough embarrassment for one day."

Dream chuckled softly and moving closer to Hob, he took the book from his hands, tucked the drawing into it and placed it carefully on the table. Then, climbing into Hob's lap, he pushed one of his lover's long locks of hair back and said gently, "I think we should stop for today, don't you think?"

Hob smiled and nodded before saying, "Thank you. Thank you for taking this journey with me."

Dream replied, "You don't need to thank me. I'm enjoying it, it's fascinating to discover parts of your life that I didn't know about. To put together pieces of the puzzle that is Hob Gadling."

Then he closed the distance and kissed him slowly. Hob forgot everything from the moment their lips met and let himself be carried away by the soothing care of his lover.

On the coffee table the book was open and you could read

June 1889-August 1914 : A peaceful life

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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