#this is by no means the drabble length I set up for myself

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Out of This World

A/N: This is my contribution to the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May server challenge. Was it supposed to be a 1k word drabble? Yes. Did I intend to keep it at that length? Truly, I did. Did I absolutely play myself like a fucking fiddle? Again, yes. Am I sorry? Fuck no, I am not. This story single-handedly pulled me out of a month-long slump, so I was not about to clip it's wings. I had a flippin' blast writing this one, and I hope you will have a flippin' blast reading it!

Prompt: Meet Cute + "Do you believe in aliens?"

Warnings: a bunch of F bombs and other swears if anyone cares about that, mentions of past drug use and addiction but nothing current or detailed, Dieter's wild finger-combed curls

Word Count: 5.7k

Fun Fact: The Rancho Mirage Observatory is a real place, linked with the city's library, which means that it is open to the public. How frickin' cool is that? Learn more here.

I can’t believe this is happening. 

Fifteen years ago, if someone would have told you that double majoring in physics and engineering would eventually lead to you sharing a scene with an Oscar winning actor in a big budget Hollywood film, you would have laughed directly in their face. 

Which was pretty much what you did when Sharon, the executive director at the Rancho Mirage Observatory where you worked, told you that the facility was going to be used as a filming location for an upcoming summer blockbuster. 

“Sure, Sharon,” you smirked and playfully rolled your eyes without looking away from your computer. “And we’re all gonna be big stars, right?” 

Sharon had a proclivity for puns. Cheesy, obvious, predictable puns, at that, but it was sort of endearing. You were certain that the “news” she was sharing was just a set up for wordplay that you could see coming from lightyears away. Sharon’s puns were rubbing off on you just a little. 

You, though, as scientists sometimes are when testing theories, were wrong. 

“Well, no, not all of us,” Sharon responded, a somewhat mischievous grin on her face. “Just you.” 

That got your full attention, your eyes going satellite- wide as you snapped your head up to look at your boss. “What?”

She went on to explain that the casting director for the film - a sci-fi thriller called The Goldilocks Zone - preferred to cast actual professionals for small parts when applicable. Doing so meant that there was far less of a chance of an actor fumbling technical jargon or performing a job-specific task incorrectly, meaning that there was less of a chance that something that didn’t make sense would make the final cut. Like an astronomer adjusting the telescope lens the wrong way, for example. 

Right away, you thought of every medical drama you’d ever watched with your mom. She’d been an x-ray technician for thirty years, and she always noticed when an actor on screen was looking at a diagnostic image backwards or had hung a film upside down on the lightboard. It happened often. Like, once an episode, often. 

From that perspective, what this casting director was doing was smart. 

But from the perspective of you not having a lick of acting experience, you weren’t sure it was the best call. 

When you pointed that out, it was Sharon’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please,” she said with a wave of her hand. “You basically put on a live one-woman show every time you lead a tour or host a stargazing night. And you answer the most out there questions imaginable from kids without missing a beat. You can absolutely handle a few scripted lines about your area of expertise. Unless, I mean…” She shook her head and dropped the borderline giddy excitement. “If you don’t want to do it you obviously don’t have to. It’s entirely up to you.” 

You stared at her over the top of your computer screen, face frozen in an expression of utter shock. After a few seconds had passed and you realized you hadn’t said anything, you blinked and cleared your throat. “Um… Can I think about it? And do you know like, what I’d have to do or say or…” You trailed off, circling your wrist in a so on and so forth gesture. 

Sharon nodded. “Of course! The casting director just needs to know by Friday whether you’re in or if he needs to start reaching out to other astronomers in the area. He sent me some notes about the scene you’d be in. I’ll forward them to you so you can look ‘em over.” She spoke your name then, your eyebrows raising in response. “For what it’s worth, I think you should do it.” She smiled, wrinkling her nose. “It’s not everyday someone offers you a shot to showcase the thing you’re most passionate about in front of so many people.” 

You’d opened her email as soon as she got back to her office to send it, and when you saw the name of the lead actor in the brief scene description, you nearly fell out of your chair. 

Dieter Bravo. 

Dieter fucking Bravo. 

You had to read it three times before the rest of the information sunk in. 

The scene you were being tapped for was one of the opening ones of the movie. In it, Dieter’s character, Thiago, is trying to connect with his on screen love interest’s space-obsessed kid, Jae, by bringing them to the observatory for a tour. The purpose of the scene is to drop hints at the movie’s main plot without diving straight into the action, as well as to establish the nature of the relationship between Thiago and Jae - which, from the sound of it, is the classic “this guy isn’t good enough for my mom” to “actually he’s not that bad” to “he risked his life to save mine and now he’s my family” pipeline. It involves both actors asking you questions during the Q&A portion of your scripted tour, and the whole scene is scheduled to be shot in two days, with two additional days blocked off for B-roll footage and wide shots. 

It seemed simple enough. As long as you could get over the fact that you’d be working with Dieter fucking Bravo. You let Sharon know that you were in on Wednesday of that week, two days before the director’s deadline. 

And then three months went by, the buzz of excitement growing around the observatory as the filming dates grew closer, but there was still plenty of work to keep you busy in the meantime.

But now you’re standing in front of the RMO with Sharon, watching as trailers and trucks carting everything from costumes to cameras roll into the small parking lot. It seems like an overwhelming amount of equipment and personnel for just a few days, but then again you have no idea of what is necessary to pull off a production like this one. 

Guess I’m about to find out. 

“This is so friggin’ exciting!” Sharon checks her name badge for the sixth time in half as many minutes, making sure it’s on straight. She’s beaming but trying not to explode, and you can’t help but smile. Because, yeah. It’s really friggin’ exciting. 

“I truly can’t believe this is happening, Shar.” You let out a nervous laugh and shake your head slowly as two black SUVs pull in behind where the trailers have finished setting up. “This is batshit.” 

Before Sharon can click her tongue over your choice of vocabulary, the latest arrivals emerge from their vehicles. From one comes a young actor you’ve seen in several TV shows, their face instantly lighting up at the sight of the observatory’s twin domes set against the backdrop of the hills. They turn excitedly to the two women who arrived with them - one you can tell is the kid’s mom, the other you assume is a tutor since filming is taking place during the school year - and when they turn back towards the building, their smile has nearly tripled in width and brightness, and you wonder if they don’t share the same enthusiasm for all things space-related that the character they’re portraying has. 

If so, this has got to be a dream role. Hell, they’re what, thirteen? It’s a dream role regardless.

The trio make their way up to where you and Sharon are waiting to greet them, and hands are shaken and names exchanged -  River Harmon, playing Jae and confirming your suspicion about their love of science and the stars, Marla Harmon, River’s mom who is just as eager to get inside and have a look around, and Addison Wright, River’s tutor , who reminds everyone that three hours need to be set aside each day for schoolwork. You chat for a few minutes, just small talk about the weather - hot and sunny before the clock has even hit 9 am - and River mentions the In-And-Out Burger that they passed on the way in, which you tell them is your favorite guilty pleasure in the area. 

You’re all laughing at some ridiculous pun Sharon makes regarding the term “animal style” when two more people make their way up the path. You suck in a breath and feel your stomach flip when you register Dieter standing only a few feet from you, accompanied by a petite woman carrying what appears to be a toolbox but upon closer inspection you realize is actually a bag full of hair products and grooming tools. Which makes sense - those wild and wavy curls definitely don’t tame themselves, and from the looks of it, Dieter’s go-to grooming method is just to rake his fingers through his hair. 

Not that that’s not working for him, honestly. Fuck. 

You let your eyes wash over the man in front of you for a second before the introductions are made. He’s wearing loose-fitting light green linen pants that are tied with a drawstring at the waist, paired with a peachy orange tie-dye tee and a white short sleeved button down left open. You can easily see his two signature  triangular tattoos, as well as a few hemp and thread bracelets around his wrist and several chunky rings adorning his hands. Despite the fact that summer has yet to officially start, his skin glows a sunkissed bronze hue like he’s been laying on a beach for weeks. To say he looks good is a friggin’ understatement, in Sharon’s words. 

In your own, he looks fucking incredible. A far cry from the tabloid shots that came out a few years ago, paparazzi taking terrible advantage of the fact that Dieter’s struggles with addiction were threatening his health and appearance. He looks healthier and happier than you ever remember seeing him look in interviews or on red carpets, and despite the fact that he’s still for all intents and purposes a stranger to you, you feel a sudden swell of happiness for him for working through those difficult times. 

He doesn’t remain a stranger for long, though. 

Plucking one wired earbud from his right ear, he winds the cord up and shoves it into his pocket with his phone, and then steps up next to River, his full attention on you as he slides the sunglasses he’s wearing up to sit on top of his head amidst the finger-combed curls. 

“Hi,” he says in a manner that seems far too casual when paired with the way his deep brown eyes cut right into your own. He gives you a lopsided smile and extends one bear-paw sized hand, and then he speaks your name, which catches you off guard since you haven’t given it to him yet. “I’ve seen some of the videos of your programs on YouTube,” he says as an explanation to why someone as vastly well-known as he is would know anything about you before you’d even spoken a word. “I’m Dieter.” 

You certainly are. 

He chuckles and so does River and you can feel Sharon’s second-hand embarrassment as you realize that you just said that out loud. Oh, fuck. “I mean,” you let out a huff of laughter as you wince at yourself. “It’s great to meet you, Dieter.” You meet his waiting palm with yours, his skin warm as his fingers wrap around it and give a light squeeze. “We’re all very excited to have you both -” You look pointedly at River, who smiles widely. “- here at the Rancho Mirage Observatory.” 

“Not as excited as we are to be here,” River pipes up, elbowing the man playing their on screen step-dad. “Right Dieter?” 

Dieter looks beyond you at the impressive building housing the massive telescope, and you’re struck by the look of awe on his face. “Yeah,” he states, nodding. “Sure beats the hell out of a sound stage.” 

River rolls their eyes and shoots you a look that’s brimming with adolescent snark as they throw a thumb in Dieter’s direction. “Don’t let him downplay it. He’s been going on and on about shooting at this place since we got the greenlight to come here. He’s more stoked than I am, and that’s saying something.” 

You’re not sure, it could just be the sun, but you think you catch a hint of color climbing his cheeks as Dieter spins one of his rings around his finger. “Yeah, well…” He shrugs, expression returning to neutral. “I’ve always had a thing for space.” 

River nods sagely up at him. “Because you’re from Pluto. Right. I get it.” 

That makes everyone laugh, even Dieter, who pulls River into a joke headlock and ruffles their hair, yanking their hood up over their head for good measure. “Earthlings these days,” he mutters to you, making the same thumb gesture at River that they used at him. “Can’t take ‘em anywhere.” 

You laugh, and you’re surprised at just how easily it comes in the presence of one of the most in demand actors on this or any planet. “Ah, don’t worry. We get lots of Earthlings here.” You shoot River a wink as Dieter finally lets go of their hood, and then you look back up at him. “We know how to handle their kind.” 

“Good, because I have nooooo idea.” He raises his eyebrows and swings his hands out to the sides and you’re not sure why you thought you knew what he would be like before you met him, but he’s smashing your expectations with how real he seems.And how different he is from the man depicted in the tabloids. 

Before you have a chance to respond, a man holding a clipboard and wearing a headset comes bustling over to remind Sharon about the schedule - A quick tour of the facility for the actors and crew, then time for the crew to get set while River completes their schoolwork for the day, hair and makeup for the actors, which you’re reminded includes you, and then filming - and you’re grateful for the PA whirlwind, because it gives you a chance to process the way being two feet away from Dieter’s smile is making your stomach flip. 

Get your shit together, this is work… Just work, with an insanely attractive actor who keeps smiling like that when the cameras aren’t even rolling yet. I cannot fucking believe this is happening right now. 

Thankfully you’re able to keep your inner monologue where it belongs this time, your thoughts only interrupted by the sound of Sharon clearing her throat and saying your name. “Shall we take the stars to space?”  

Oh, Sharon, you really can’t help yourself, can you?

You nod once, grinning. “Absolutely.” You’re still extraordinarily nervous about being in front of the camera. But this part? Showing earnestly interested guests around the observatory and sharing the wonders of science and space? This part you are entirely confident about. Beckoning with one arm, you cock your head toward the door. “Right this way.” 

–  –  –  

Dieter can’t remember the last time he was this excited to be on location for a job. 

Partially because it had been a long time since his dramatic roles intersected with his personal interests, and partially because there was a time period of about five years - with the Cliff Beasts debacle coming at the tail end - where remembering anything at all was almost as big a challenge as was finding enjoyment anywhere. The triple threat of cocaine addiction, isolation and depression was a hell of a hole to dig himself out of. If six feet is the depth of a grave, he was basically five and a half feet down. 

Crazy how a brush with mortality paired with the realization that his life was still worth saving can make a person want to claw their way back to the surface. And even though things with Anika hadn’t worked out long term, not a day goes by that Dieter doesn’t acknowledge that there was no way he was climbing those five and a half feet without her help. The fact that they remain friends is constant reinforcement that his worth goes well beyond his work on the screen or his talents in the bedroom or the number of zeros in his bank account. He provides her with nothing but his friendship. Nothing but himself, and it’s shown him that just himself is good enough. 

He’s even been invited to her upcoming wedding, and he has every intention of going. But that’s not for a few months still. Luckily the date is sandwiched between the end of filming for The Goldilocks Zone and the film’s premier. And with this being the only project he’s working on currently, he’s able to focus entirely on the film and then entirely on his personal life. 

First though, he’s going to focus entirely on this tour. For three reasons: One being that like he told you, he’s always had an interest in the great unknown vastness of space. The second, that he always tries to immerse himself in the world of the characters he portrays. And the last? The instant interest he’s taken in you. 

She’s fucking incredible. 

He’s already familiar with you from the videos that the RMO posted to their YouTube account. As soon as he heard that you’d agreed to take the small role, Dieter watched every single one of them, completely enthralled. Your enthusiasm was so tangibly genuine, your knowledge of astrophysics so deeply complex and your ability to explain things in ways that anyone could understand unmatched. He watched your presentation on Kepler-22b four times for crying out loud, and not because he needed that many times to absorb and digest the information. He’d watched and rewatched because it was simply that enjoyable. You made it that enjoyable. 

It didn’t hurt at all that he also happened to find you stunning. 

The five and a half feet down version of him would have tried to make a move on you before you’d even finished the tour. Hell, before you’d even started it. And though there was still a part of him that was screaming with how badly he wanted to drag you off into the domed viewing room and fuck you until you were the one seeing stars, an even bigger part was steering him in a different direction - one where he actually got to know you. 

Not just the you that was “on” for a presentation. Not just the you that engaged with River as they asked a thousand questions about the telescope and it’s range. Not just the you that worked at the RMO. From the moment he saw you standing there, from the moment his hand closed around yours and your smile widened so that it reached your eyes, Dieter found himself wanting to know the you that lay beneath your work. 

And then maybe the you that lay beneath your clothes. But that was secondary. A close secondary, sure, but secondary nonetheless. 

I wanna know more about her. 

That’s why when the tour ends and River reluctantly heads off with their mom and Addison, Dieter doesn’t retreat to his trailer like he normally would when he has downtime on set. Kylie, his stylist, does head back so she can call home and check on her wife and kids, and Sharon, flits off to her office. But you remain in the large circular room watching with interest as the crew starts rigging up the lighting and blocking off marks for the actors with different colored tape, giving him the perfect opportunity to start on that mission. 

“So, you ready for your silver screen debut?” You must have assumed that he’d gone with the rest of the group, because when he speaks, you spin to face him with a look of surprise on your face that only makes you more attractive to him. Dieter laughs, the sound a gentle one without ridicule, lifting his hands with his palms facing you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”  

You laugh at yourself, too, closing your eyes and giving a small shake of your head. “No, it’s okay, I’m just…” Another huff of almost incredulous laughter comes from your lips as you open your eyes and look straight at him. “Having a bit of a ‘pinch me’ moment, here.” 

You walk down the few steps from the base of the telescope to join him on the main level, the railing cordoning off the enormous piece of equipment between you. Dieter leans against it from his side and you do the same from yours. “Hey, I get it. I felt the same way the first time I was on set.” 

Narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, you respond with, “I think it was a little different for you, Dieter. This-” You gesture to the crew spilling in and filling up the perimeter of the room. “-isn’t exactly my wheelhouse.” 

He wants to reassure you that you’re going to do more than fine, but he’s caught up on the way his name sounds in your voice. Part of his brain jettisons off to thoughts of what it would sound like in a very different scenario. But that’s not the him in the here and now, so he clears his throat and his mind all at once. 

“Nah,” he says, bringing one hand up to scratch at his chin. “My first role had me literally shaking in my shoes. I was a little older than River. That kid is gonna be a fuckin’ star if they keep the mindset they have now, that’s for sure.” You nod, because it’s clear to anyone with eyes that the kid has their head on straight and an excellent support system to help them navigate the industry. “But me? I was a basketcase. So nervous, even though it was my dream.” He sighs. “Still get nervous sometimes.” 

That makes you widen your eyes in surprise. “Really? Mr. two-time Oscar winner gets the jitters before starting a new role?” 

“Oh yeah.” Dieter groans, shaking his head and looking down. When he lifts his chin again he finds you waiting, his own smile stretching out across his lips. “Imposter syndrome comes for us all. That bastard.” 

That pulls a laugh from the center of your chest and his first thought is how do I make that happen again? “It is a bastard, isn’t it?” You hum and Dieter nods. “Well that makes me feel a little better.” 

“Good.” He stands up straight, keeping both hands planted on the rail, and you do that same. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re gonna be great.” 

You suck in a small breath that he might have missed if he wasn’t so keyed into your every move. “Thanks, Dieter.” 

“Of course.” He taps his fingers on the railing, one of his rings clanging against the metal. “So, can I ask you a question?” 

You raise your arms to your sides, elbows bent and fingers spread. “That’s quite literally what I’m here for.” Looking over your shoulder, you gesture towards the telescope. “If it’s about this beauty right here, I can-” 

“No, it’s…” Dieter’s tongue slips out to wet his lips, warmth splashing through his chest at the way your eyes track its movement. “Not about the telescope. Though I definitely wouldn’t say no if you were just about to offer me a chance to look through it?” 

You chuckle. “I think that can be arranged, though it’ll have to wait until all these lights are gone. Or at least off. And it would have to be after dark for the best views.” 

“Seriously?” His excitement over the prospect of getting a peek into the cosmos briefly overtakes his desire to ask the question on his mind. You confirm that it would be no big deal and he takes you up on it without hesitation. “Done. Tonight?” 

You take your lower lip between your teeth for a split second and he struggles not to stare. “Sure.” 

That would be…

“Amazing.” He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. Suddenly his belly fills with the flap of a thousand monarch wings like he hasn’t felt in over a decade. It’s unusual, but refreshing, and he finds that he kind of likes it. 

I can’t get ahead of myself, though. 

Clearing your throat, you tap your fingers against the railing. “But, um, if that wasn’t your question -” You shrug one shoulder. “What is?”

Kylie comes through the door at that exact moment, calling Dieter’s name before he can answer. “Dieter? You in he- Oh. There you are.” She glances at you, and then back at him, her sharp green eyes measuring and analyzing the small amount of space between the two of you, and he sees her do her best to keep a knowing grin erupt. It doesn’t, and Dieter shoots her a look of gratitude which he knows she catches. “Sorry, but Tyler decided that we should do some promo stills while we’re here, and he wants to make use of River’s school time, so that means you need to get to hair and makeup earlier than planned. Like, now, earlier.” She adds that last part with a roll of her eyes. 

Dieter sighs. “Alright, Ky, I’ll meet you there in a minute.” 

She nods and turns to leave, sidestepping the sound engineer who is bringing in his equipment to get set up, and Dieter faces you. “Raincheck on that question?” 

You laugh. “Yeah. No problem. Ask me tonight.” 

“Oh, I will,” Dieter promises with a wink. “See you on set.” 

–  –  –

Your face hurts from smiling by the time Tyler, the director, calls a wrap on the day. 

For as nervous as you were going into your first - and likely only - acting endeavor, you end up having a fucking blast. And you know that it has a lot to do with Dieter and River being completely amazing to work with. They’re both somehow absolute professionals and class clowns, deliberately making each other laugh or flub lines a few times, but also delivering serious and convincing performances that you’re sure Tyler will have no problem selecting from. You only end up fumbling your words once, and it’s only because you’re trying to hold in a sneeze, which ultimately wins out as sneezes do. But you take Sharon’s advice and treat this like you would any other tour or presentation you’ve ever given, and since the scripted questions that Dieter and River’s characters - along with one or two of the extras in their on screen tour group - ask are right in line with the ones that you get all the time, the answers roll off your tongue easily. 

“I told you you were nervous for nothing,” Sharon says, nudging you with her elbow as the crew starts to clear out. They leave the equipment where it is since they’ll be shooting again tomorrow, but one by one the room starts to clear, everyone heading to the hotel that production has booked a few miles down the highway. 

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, the smile still stuck on your lips. “You did say that, didn’t you?” 

Sharon laughs. “I did. Hey, you want to get dinner or something to celebrate? My treat. Kevin’s home all week so he’s got the kids and I wouldn’t mind a night out.” 

Shit, I forgot to tell her about Dieter. 

“Um…” You lick your lips and return a wave to the last crew member who heads out into the main foyer. “Actually, Shar, Dieter asked if I would let him take a swing at stargazing, and I said yes. So… I mean, as long as you’re okay with it?” 

If she was beaming before she’s glowing now. “Say no more! Absolutely! You’ll lock up when you’re done?” You confirm that you will and she nods once. “Great. I’ll see if Margo from the library side is free. She’s always fun.” She shoots you a mischievous glance akin to the one she gave you when she first told you about the filming opportunity. “You have fun.” 

You try to tell her it’s not like it’s a date, he’s just genuinely curious and interested. That it’s just better for someone like him to do these sorts of things one on one because otherwise people won’t let him enjoy it. But all she does is hum an “Uh huh,” while she’s halfway out the door. 

And you’re left to wonder if you’re right. 

But you aren’t left wondering for too long, because only minutes after Sharon leaves, Dieter, looking exactly as he did when you met him earlier that day, strolls into the room. 

–  –  –  

You tell him that it will take you a few minutes to get everything set up. “Hope you don’t mind,” you add, as you start the process. 

“Mind?” He blows out a puff of air and watches your every move. “This is awesome.” 

As if to punctuate his point, the domed ceiling begins to open at that exact moment, the two sides sliding apart to reveal the night sky beyond. He tilts his head back as far as it goes to take in the sea of twinkling stars. Even without the magnifying power of the telescope, it’s a hell of a view. 

“If you think that’s awesome…” You begin adjusting the viewing lens, a small, smiling sound coming from you as you look through it. “Just wait until you get a load of…” You turn a knob, clarifying the view. “This.” 

You beckon him with one hand and he nearly trips over his feet to get there fast enough. He steps up next to you, closer than he was when the railing was between you, and that mass of butterfly wings goes fluttering through him again. And fuck if it doesn’t feel great. You move away from the scope but stay close as he bends down to take your place. “What am I looking at- Oh, shit!” 

In his field of vision floats a swirling, purplish looking galaxy with a similar shape to the Milky Way. For all the things he’s seen and places he’s traveled and experiences - both bad and good - that he’s had, this takes the cake and the cookies and the ice cream, too. It leaves him speechless and breathless and fills him with an emotion he doesn’t know how to name. 

And she gave this to me. 

You give him a few seconds to absorb it in silence, and then your voice fills his ear, his eye still pressed to the lens. “That is NGC 3031, AKA Messier 81, AKA Bode’s Galaxy.” 

You explain that the different names for it come from the three different times it was discovered and reclassified. You tell him how far away it is - approximately 11.8 million light years away from Earth - and that it can be found tucked into the constellation Ursa Major. And then you tell him it’s your favorite galaxy to show people, because it’s the clearest one that the RMO telescope can view. 

“Can you believe that it was first discovered in the 1700s?” 

He still doesn’t look away, answering you from his bent position. “I can’t believe I’m seeing it now in 20-fucking-24.” 

That pulls a laugh from you and he finally looks up, wanting to see the way that laugh changes your eyes. Tugs at your lips. Pushes your cheeks up. 

Beautiful. 

You sigh. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” 

He hadn’t meant to speak that thought out loud but you think he’s talking about the galaxy so he lets it slide. “Gorgeous,” he confirms, about you and the view you’ve shown him. “Anything else you can show me?” 

That laugh he’s starting to crave slips out again as you answer. “Yeah, Dieter, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, hang on.” You motion for him to step aside so you can reposition the scope. As you’re doing that, you bring up your conversation from earlier. 

“Hey, um, what was that question you wanted to ask me?” You shake your head, still making your adjustments. 

“Oh, it’s just…” He shrugs even though you’re not looking at him. “Something I ask people sometimes when I meet them. Kind of like an ice breaker I guess?” 

You step back and let him take another look - this time a gaseous nebula in hues of gold and green - giving him some time to soak it in before expecting him to continue. 

“I uh - fuck, this is cool! I…” He looks up briefly, finding your face. “Do you believe in aliens?” 

It’s clearly not what you were expecting him to ask based on the expression you wear, but much to his delight this time, you don’t laugh. “I do.” 

His heart flips like a gold medalist at the admission. Smart, sexy, and believes in aliens, holy shit. “You do?” 

You nod. “Yeah, I do.” Shrugging, you go on, stepping in to readjust the scope again. “Everything I’ve studied or seen suggests that the universe is far too big for us to ever really understand. And we already know that there are planets that theoretically could support life.” You gesture for him to look again, this time it’s the stormy, reddish orange patterns of Jupiter. “And as special as Earth is, I just don’t believe we’re so special that we’re the only ones out there. I mean, that’s what the movie is about, right?” 

“Yeah. Well, it’s about aliens looking for other habitable planets and finding Earth, so sort of the reverse of what NASA and whoever are doing. But… Yeah.” 

You smile. “So, do you?” 

“Believe in aliens?” He leans back against the railing. “Yeah.” He smiles. “Same reason as you. We’re not that special.” She is, though. She’s out of this fucking world special.

You hum. “Cool. Good to know we agree.” 

“Yeah,” Dieter takes a breath, filling his chest and letting the dizzy happiness you’ve given him take over. “This might be a long shot, I know it’s getting kind of late, but… Do you want to go get dinner or something?” 

You press your lips together like you’re trying to suppress a smile. It doesn’t work, and it’s the best sight he’s seen all night. “Okay.” You start shutting things down, pressing the button that closes the ceiling and shuts the sky away. “How do you feel about In-And-Out? I’ve been craving it since River brought it up and-” 

This woman is what dreams are fucking made of. 

Thankfully - at least for now - he keeps that part in his head. 

“I feel like you just read my mind. Let’s go.” 

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First Kisses | WayV

WayV - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 1.8k total

Pairing: WayV x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of WayV!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Kun is not only my WayV bias, but my NCT bias, and even past that, he is my ultimate bias.

PSS. I used Google Translate for Yangyang's part, so if its wrong, sorry~

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Kun

"Can you stop eating my ingredients, you're almost as bad as Chenle." Kun sighed, lightly smacking your hand as it went to the bowl of carrots he had cut up. You pouted with a huff but pulled your hand back. You loved watching him cook… Honestly, you loved watching him do everything and anything. Your eyes travelled over him once again, lingering on his handsome face. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He teased, that trademark smirk of his spreading across his face. Kun fully smiled when you scoffed, trying to play it off, looking away. "I don't need to take a picture; I can see you whenever I want." You rested your chin on your palm, trying to sound dismissive. Your best friend hummed, dropping the issue, continuing to cook as you continued to watch him. Your night continued as normal leading up to you sitting on the counter next to him as he did the dishes. "Are you sure you don't want help?" "Nope, stay there." He didn't even look your way. From your elevated position, you were eye-level with him, and close. The proximity never used to mean anything, but now you had the biggest crush on him, unlike any before. You had been lost in thought, staring at his hands, only snapping out of it when he moved to stand in front of you. Kun stood between your legs, bringing him even closer; your face grew warm. "You can see me best like this, but you're only looking at my lips." He had that stupid smirk again, so you leaned in to cover it with your own lips. Kun sighed, deepening your somewhat bashful kiss, hands resting on the counter at your sides. "You can do that anytime you want too."

Ten

"If you don't want to go so bad, why are you?" Ten glanced up from his phone to look at your reflection in the mirror. You were finishing up your hair and touching up your appearance. He was glad at least he was going to the work even with you, which should prevent any of your coworkers from asking you out. You weren't officially together, but that didn't mean he would let anyone approach you. "My boss heavily implied its mandatory." You sighed, messing with the various implements on your vanity to get the next one. You looked at him sitting behind you on your bed through the mirror. He looked stunning as usual, and you felt bad that, technically, your third date was going to be some company dinner party. After you were ready, you both headed off, and were immediately ambushed upon arrival. Your mostly female coworkers were all over Ten, no surprise. Eventually you stepped out onto one of the ballroom's balconies for some fresh air. "You okay?" Ten joined you, leaning on the railing next to you. You hummed, rubbing your temple and he huffed a laugh. Putting his hand on your shoulder, he turned you toward him, hand sliding down your arm to hold your own. You avoided his gaze, looking at your hands. His other one went to your chin to lift your head. He kissed you, not caring that anyone looking out could see. You whined when he pulled away, wanting it to continue despite the public setting. Ten winked, chuckling, "more later."

Winwin

It's not easy being desperately in love with your best friend of nearly twenty years. It's also not easy to not see your precious Sicheng as the cutest thing ever. You were in an odd predicament, not sure how to act with or toward him. You decided to go with the status quo, but apparently that was the wrong choice. "Why can't you treat me like a man?" He shouted as you got into the apartment, it took you aback. He never yelled. You could tell earlier he was upset, but you were not sure why. Was it that you wiped sauce off his face? You did that a lot though… "I-I didn't mean to treat you like a child-" "What?" "With the…" You motioned around your face. "Not that! The…" He licked his lips then pressed them together, the act drawing your gaze. "The, 'that's just Sicheng,' comment. Like I'm just another one of your siblings, or something." He sighed at your confused expression. "I want you to treat me like a man, like as a boyfriend. Not like a man as in an adult." He finally got out, not used to having to spell things out for you. "Like a boyfriend?" You repeated back, more to yourself, trying to process the information. Sicheng huffed in exasperation, stomping forward. His hands cupped your jaw, pulling you closer. Instead of the soft, gentle first kiss you had fantasized, it was intense. His little nibble on your bottom lip granted him further access, his tongue tasting yours. When you both pulled back for air, your face flushed a deep red. "Oh…"

Xiaojun

"Bella, wait!" You heard them before you could see them. You were taking your shoes off in the entry way and you heard claws scrambling on the floor, then the beagle dashed down the hall to you. "Hi, girl!" You beamed, kneeling to pet the excited pup. You heard Dejun's feet following and he stopped at the end of the hall, slightly out of breath. "Sorry, (Y/N)." He joined his pup, motioning for you to hand him the convenience store bag and you did so. Trying not to trip on the dog, you followed him into the apartment, joining him at the table to eat your snacks. "She loves you; you know." He nodded at the dog who was happily gnawing on the treat you got her. "I love her too. She's such a sweet dog…when she listens." You giggled and he rolled his eyes, groaning in agreement. Later you were sitting on the floor with her while he played some game on his Xbox. His eyes flitted down to watch his dog kiss you, licking all over your face and you sputtered where her tongue ran over your lips. He was feeling ridiculous, getting jealous over his dog licking you. "Bella, down!" He scolded and the dog sat down, both of you surprised by his sudden scolding. Getting off the floor, you sat next to him on the sofa, and he exhaled hard through his nose. "You okay?" "Why do you just let her kiss you like that?" He grumbled and you rose a brow in question. He huffed, pausing his game, and leaning over, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth. He smirked at your gaping face, continuing his game like nothing had just happened.

Hendery

Watching him dance really made you wonder what he was made of. It was like his joints were jelly, or he had no bones. How did he move like that? "Guanheng, what are you made of?" You asked from the couch. You two were the only ones in the dance studio. He stopped his wiggling in the mirror, and he laughed, coming to sit with you. "What do you mean?" "How are you so…loose." You flopped your wrist, letting your hand be limp. "Oh! Uh…" He chuckled, looking deep in thought. "I just always have been." He shrugged and you hummed, looking him over. He was so weird that you sometimes forgot how handsome he was. But just sitting there with you, he really was so gorgeous. "What? Is there something on my face." His fingers came to his cheek, rubbing at the skin and you shook your head. "No. You're just…" You blushed a bit, shy to finish your sentence, "really handsome." You couldn’t meet his gaze, but you felt him shift closer to you. His fingers gently rested on your chin, making you turn to look at him again. A small smile rested on his face, not a goofy or playful one. "You're gorgeous, too." He smirked, pulling you a bit closer so he could seal the compliment with a short kiss. Your eyes were still wide when he pulled back and he huffed in amusement at your reaction. "One day I'll show you how loose I can be~"

Yangyang

You wanted to give up. German just wasn't a language you could learn. There were too many similarities to English, just enough that it confused you. Yangyang sighed, trying again to get you to repeat after him. It wasn't like he was trying to get you fluent, not even conversational; he was just teaching you basic phrases. "If you ever go to Germany with me, you'll have to stay with me to communicate!" He insisted and you huffed. "Why can't I use English there, huh? It’s the international language!" "Yes, but people will like you more if you speak like them. Come on, at least try and learn how to order food." He tapped on the paper he had printed out again and you leaned forward to look closer at the black print. Sneering he rolled his eyes. "You're lucky you're so cute." He grumbled, taking the paper, and flipping it over so could try the words on the other side. Your reaction to his comment was delayed, and you finally snapped your head to look at him. "I'm what?" "Cute. Now try this one, it’s easy." Yangyang tried to brush off what he said, but you couldn't. "I'm cute?" "Yes." "Look in a mirror, Yang." You huffed, embarrassed, but looked over the prompts on the page. "I'm cute?" He grinned playfully and sent him an exaggerated glare. "Adorable." Your tone was aggressive, making the response hilarious, so he burst out laughing. You had a hard time not giggling along with him. "Kann ich dich küssen?" He spoke but you had no idea what he said. "Yes?" You replied, not knowing what you just responded to. Yangyang then hauled you closer, kissing you for one, two, three seconds, then pulled away. You blinked. "Niedlich~"

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Fall Drabbles, Day 5

prompt: pie

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

summary: You are not willing to accept that Frank doesn't like pie.

warnings: swearing, more sickly sweet fluff

a/n: This is set in my Gray Skies AU but you do not need to read that one to enjoy this drabble. I had a great time with this piece as well. Post divider once again from the lovely @saradika!

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“I cannot believe you. How can you not like pie?” You giggled, looking at Frank in shock.

The large man shrugged, hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Dunno. Was never my thing.”

“But there’s so many varieties!! Pumpkin, pecan, French silk, key lime, savory pies! You don’t like any of them?” 

“I didn’t know this was such a deal breaker for you, sunshine.” Frank chuckled, trying not to let his honesty betray his concern. 

“Oh it’s not a deal breaker,” You assured him, to Frank’s overwhelming relief. “Just means I’ll have to put in the effort to change your opinion.” 

“Oh yah?” Frank raised an eyebrow at you. 

“I’m a professional baker, Frankie. That is literally my job.” Planting a gentle kiss on his lips, you hovered your lips next to his ear and whispered menacingly. “You’ll never see it coming.” 

Frank laughed deeply, pulling you into a hug. “We’ll see about that sunshine. 

Glancing around your kitchen with a grimace, you began gathering the dirty dishes when a knock sounded throughout your apartment. 

“C’mon in!” You yelled above the clatter as you hurried to tidy up the huge mess you’d unknowingly created. 

“Jesus,” Frank whistled under his breath as he took in the state of your apartment. 

”I take my craft very seriously,“ You panted, leaning on the counter to catch your breath. 

Shaking his head, your boyfriend strode over to you, using a thumb to wipe off the smear of icing sugar on your nose. He chuckled, ”I can see that, darlin'. You did all this for me?”

“Of course, Frankie! It's fall, otherwise known as pie season! We have to find one you like.” You explained, taking him by the hand and dragging him to the table where you had laid out 7 different pies. “Ok so I didn't have time to make ALL of these but I chose my 3 favorite pies from around the city and made the other 4.”

Frank was blown away by the visible lengths you'd gone to for his benefit. It wasn't that he didn't like pie, it just had never really stood out to him. A pastry was a pastry, after all--if you put it on his plate he would polish it off all the same. The two of you had gone to a diner and shared a slice of pie that was fine, which he had admitted when he encouraged you to finish it off.

But he wasn't expecting your kindness and genuine care for him to run so deep. How often did someone love him to the point that an offhanded comment compelled them to go on a baking spree until they found his perfect bite? Had it ever happened before? He honestly wasn't sure, and that in itself was almost too much to bear. Everything you did, you did with your entire heart and he adored you for it.

Slightly overwhelmed, he sat down with a tinge of apprehension, which, of course, you picked up on. “I know I went a little overboard. Say the word and we'll pull the plug on this whole thing and I'll donate all these.” 

“Hell no, sunshine. Let's eat!”

You giggled, sitting beside him so that your thighs were brushing. ”Alright, well the 3 I bought were the cherry, the strawberry rhubarb, and the lemon meringue. The ones I made were pumpkin, french silk, apple, and pecan. And, I didn't include it in the count, but I made a chicken pot pie for myself for dinner and you're welcome to try that too!“ Huffing an exhale, you looked at him nervously. ”Saying all of that out loud really highlights how crazy this was. I am so sorry.“

Taking your hand, Frank brushed a kiss over your knuckles. “Thank you, darlin'. For goin' through all the trouble for me. I—I don't think anyone's ever been this devoted to making things that I like.” 

Smiling sweetly, you gave his stubbled cheek a kiss. “Shall we see if you like any of these pies?” 

“I like everything you make, sunshine” He chuckled, taking the fork from your outstretched hand. 

Giving an exaggerated groan, you rolled your eyes to him. “Well I wish I'd known that before going through all this TROUBLE.”

Frank gave a bellowing laugh, eagerly digging into the slice you placed before him. 

[pain-in-the-butler]

Dadbastian Week Day 3: Trick or Treat

Happy day three of Dadbastian week — and happy Halloween! To fit this theme, I wrote a drabble that takes place immediately after Kuro's Halloween bonus chapter. I hope you enjoy this silly, sweet moment as you enjoy your silly sweet candy! 😊

The afterimage of the lanterns floating away into darkness was still dappled against his eyelids as Ciel finally turned back for the manor. All Hallow’s Eve was over. The villagers that had come to revel in the festivities were heading back for their homes with their laughter clouding the chilled air above their heads. Sebastian cut the sound off with the closing of the garden door, and the manor was drenched in silence once more. Lord and butler’s footfalls heading for the stairwell were the only sounds remaining, two sets of clacking heels that, for a step or two at a time, might fall into the same rhythm before separating again.

It was very late for a boy who most often found himself beginning to yawn at around half past nine and with his head on his desk if he wasn’t in bed before eleven. Ideally, the process of getting ready for sleep began before either of these events had come to pass. And now it was after midnight.

“I’m tiiired,” Ciel whined on the first step.

Sebastian’s response was mild. “I imagine so. It is very late for you.”

“My legs feel heavy,” was the fifth step’s gripe.

“We shall arrive at the bedroom before you know it,” was the reassurance.

“This is my first time wearing these shoes, they aren’t broken in,” at the tenth step.

“Then you are persevering very well,” from behind.

At the landing. “I don’t care about persevering! I said I’m bloody sick of walking around!!”

A light chuckle from behind. “Young master, do you mean for me to carry you the rest of the way?”

“...” If he had to ask, then never.

Even though it seemed to take far, far too long, they did at last arrive at the master bedroom. Ciel slumped onto the comforter at once, directly onto his face, crosswise over the mattress. He wished his pajamas could magically appear on his body without any more fuss. Why do Halloween celebrations always have to last until midnight just because it’s meant to be scary or something… I should have left it hours ago!

Sebastian chuckled again; Ciel could sense him standing overhead. “I see we aren’t feeling very cooperative right now. Isn’t that fitting.”

Ciel rolled just his chin to the side in order to speak unmuffled. “What do you mean ‘fitting’?”

“Considering how you’re dressed, of course.” From his periphery, Ciel saw Sebastian offering him a hand. “Up, young master, and let’s get you out of your costume before you fall asleep wearing it.”

There was no help for it… Ciel shrugged onto his hip and allowed Sebastian to tug him up into a sitting position. “I still don’t really understand Nina’s vision with this one,” Ciel grumbled, holding out his arms and looking down at his strange ensemble. “Some of the villagers asked me what I was meant to be dressed as, and I didn’t really have an answer. I just told them I was a monster.”

Smiling, Sebastian put a hand to his chin. “Hmm. Well, what if I told you Nina wasn’t the one to design your costume but rather myself?”

“... I would say that explains a lot,” Ciel huffed. With one hand, he hefted over his lap the black silk spade tail stuffed to fullness with sawdust. “This is certainly devil-like. Very funny. I don’t understand why you had to make it so long that it dragged on the ground, though. Or are you not so gifted with measurements after all?”

Sebastian chuckled to himself as he untied the sash at the boy’s hip that connected the false appendage to him. “Perhaps the trouble isn’t the length of the tail, but rather the fact that its owner hasn’t yet grown into it.”

“Just what is that supposed to mean? I never plan to wear this again.” Ciel was too weary to push it further, for now; he watched as Sebastian crouched at his feet. “These boots are a mystery for certain. There’s nothing scary about them at all, they’re just modeled after the kind worn by American cowboys. What was the inspiration here supposed to be?”

“More specifically, these are roper boots,” Sebastian said as he slipped them off one by one, “more comfortable and sturdy than a standard pair of cowboy boots. Wrangling cattle and wrangling souls aren’t so different as you might imagine.”

Ciel raised an eyebrow as he rolled his head to his shoulder. “Wrangling souls, huh. So are you saying you dressed me as a demon or what?”

Sebastian raised both eyebrows back. “Is that what I did?”

“... Ugh. Annoying bastard.” Ciel tugged on the bedraggled ends of his black tunic. “And what about this nonsense? Are all demons not fastidious like you about their appearances? Aren’t you just insulting your own species?”

“While other demons are, in fact, not typically so coiffed as myself,” Sebastian said with a note of disdain, “such ragged clothes should be taken more figuratively. It can be difficult for demons to hold a form at first, so their edges may have a bit of a wispy look when they struggle to stay corporeal.”

“At first…” A thought was growing. Ciel narrowed his eyes, then kicked out a foot. “And these stockings?”

“Bold stripes are quite youthful, don’t you think?”

“And these horns?”

“They’re very small, aren’t they?”

“And this bib collar…”

“Well, eating a soul can be an awfully messy process for a beginner—”

“You dressed me up as a demon baby!?” Ciel roared, leaping to his feet.

“Now, now, not necessarily a baby,” Sebastian held out his palms to settle things down. “Perhaps a young demon, making his first contract and just learning how to appear human…”

“Ugh!” Ciel folded his arms, wanting badly to be as angry as the situation deserved but… nn, so tired. He turned his drooping eyelids into a glare as he plopped back down on the bed. “Well your little joke is lost on us humans, so the only one to get any enjoyment out of it is you. But I bet you had fun privately making a fool of me.”

He glanced up and was surprised to see that Sebastian’s returning look was rather… soft. “I was not making a fool of you,” he said, reaching to Ciel’s throat to remove the ribbon he’d tied there four hours prior. “You humans often try your hand at representing devils in costume. I think it’s only fair that I should have my chance to show everyone what a real translation of the idea should look like, from the source.”

“So what, then, I’m meant to be a demon’s walking art exhibition?” Ciel tugged the stockings off his own legs, wanting more than ever to be rid of all this.

Sebastian removed the horns fastened in Ciel’s hair and the eye patch from around the back of his head. “That’s another way of looking at it,” he mused.

Ciel hesitated in peeling off the gloves that went nearly to his elbows. “... So then what way are you looking at it? Tell me already. I’m much too tired for guessing games.”

“... As a species, demons are quite different from humans,” Sebastian began as he helped Ciel back to his feet and continued readying him for his pajamas. “We are ‘born’ self-sufficient, though how we come into existence also varies greatly — most demons do not have parents. Nor do we share a consistent experience with youth; each of us is individual in how and when we grow. But perhaps… if ‘parenthood’ and ‘childhood’ were such common experiences amongst my kind… perhaps there would be those who would be excited to see their children experiencing their first contracts… trying to assimilate with humans and maybe doing a poor job of looking the part—”

“Enough. Your fantasy is getting completely ridiculous.” Ciel tugged his head through the opening of his nightshirt. “From the sound of things, I wasn’t even dressed as a demon child, I was dressed as a demon child who was badly dressed as a human child.”

“You don’t think that sounds cute?” Sebastian looked almost sorrowful about it.

“Why would I ever think something like that?” Ciel clambered into bed, exasperated. Then once again, the thought had to dawn. “... You think that’s cute?”

“I think it’s charming, like one of your kind’s fairy tales.” Sebastian looked completely idiotic now, holding out the stupid black tunic at arms’ length and admiring his own work with a half-smile.

“... Ugh.” Ciel had no idea how to respond, but he knew he’d had enough of staying awake. He nestled himself on the pillow. “From now on, I’m choosing my own Halloween attire. However many more opportunities I get to do so, anyway.”

“However many more,” Sebastian repeated softly. “And… young master?”

“What?” Ciel lay there, waiting for the blankets to be tucked over him so he could fall right into the warmth of slumber. What inane thing was coming next…?

Sebastian’s smile down at him was pointed — literally. His eyeteeth sparkled in the candlelight. “I so kindly allowed you to indulge in a fair bit of chocolate tonight, so please don’t think for an instant that I shall let you drift off before you brush your fangs. Up, up you get.”

“Before I brush my what? I don’t have anything like fangs, damn demon!”

“Hmm, don’t you? I could have sworn you did, just for this evening… I suppose it must have been a trick of the light.”

“Some trick! More like you got caught up in a stupid story of your own design!”

“My words seem to have given the young master a boost in energy. That shall aid you marvelously in getting to the sink.”

“... Hmph… Damn demon…”

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Drabble: Sunrise Skinny Dipping

Here's a fun, silly little drabble for the July event at @the-slumberparty. The prompts I used in a round about way are cabin getaway, sitting by the fireplace and cuddling for warmth.

Title: Sunrise Skinny Dipping

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

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You let out a breath as you watched the sun come up from behind the mountains across the lake from where you and your boyfriend, Ari, stood.

He'd convinced you to get up early this morning to watch the sunrise, promising to make you breakfast afterwards.

"It's beautiful," you said in awe.

"Told you it was worth it," he teased. "Time to undress."

"What do you mean, undress?" you asked in shock. Turning, you found him sitting on a large rock, pulling off his boots. "Ari, what are you doing?"

"Undressing," he stated as he shoved his socks into his shoes. "We're going for a swim."

"No we are not," you retorted. "The water is fucking freezing in the afternoon! I am not going in there now!"

"It's better than coffee," he said as he stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. "It's invigorating."

"It's insane," you countered as he continued to strip his clothes off.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased as he dropped his shirt on top of the rock.

"Back home in bed," you said, stubbornly.

"If you come with me now, I won't make you go fishing with me later," he said, standing in front of you in just his jeans. "You can stay inside where it's cool or hang out in the hammock all afternoon. I'll fish by myself, clean it and cook it. You won't have to lift a finger until dinner time."

"And if I don't swim with you?" you asked, afraid of the answer.

"You'll learn how to bait your own hook, take the fish off, clean it and gut it," he replied with a sly grin.

You shuddered at just the thought of the worms and glared at him. "Fine, I'll swim with you, but you're making me breakfast in bed tomorrow with fresh orange juice," you told him.

Ari held out his hand and you shook it.

"Time to get naked!" he declared as he undid his jeans with a flourish.

"Shh!" you hissed, looking around.

"No one else is out here," he stated before he dropped his jeans and boxers and threw them onto the rock.

You sucked in a breath as you let your eyes linger over his chiseled body. He wasn't quite Greek God status, but it was close.

"Need some help over there?" he teased as he pulled his shoulder length hair up into a bun.

"I've got it," you assured him.

Stepping over to his rock, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you took off your clothes and set them next to his.

"Let's get this over with," you said, your teeth chattering.

He held out his hand and you grabbed it, cuddling against his arm for warmth.

"It's not that cold," he teased. "The water will be much worse."

"That's not reassuring!" you exclaimed.

"It wasn't supposed to be," he said with a grin. "Can you walk in or do I need to carry you?"

"I don't trust you not to throw me in," you stated.

"It's the fastest way to get used to it," he pointed out. "But fine, we'll walk in together, ok?"

"Ok," you muttered.

He let out an excited 'yip' and then all but pulled you into the cold water as he ran.

The cold water was a shock to your senses as you found yourself first running into it and then diving under as it hit your thighs.

"HOLY FUCK!" you shouted after you came up for air a second later.

Ari came up a second later, looking shocked. "I didn't think it would be this fucking cold!"

"I fucking hate you," you told him as the two of you made your way to shore.

"That makes two of us," he replied, his teeth chattering.

The two of you dressed as quickly as possible and all but ran back to the cabin you were staying in for the week.

"I'll start a fire," Ari said, gesturing to the fireplace. "You get out of those wet clothes. We need to warm up a bit before we take showers."

Ten minutes later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch under a heavy blanket.

"Well that was fun," Ari said and you rolled your eyes.

"You have a sick sense of fun," you told him.

"But that's why you love me," he replied with a grin.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

another drunk drabble from dilf, please - Z

"I loooooove this wine Jungkook like looove" I slur, my body seemly going in slow motion as I take another drink of it and end up spilling half of it on myself.

"Oh! Oopsies!" I giggle to myself as Jungkook watches me make a complete fool of myself from the other side of the table.

"Remind me to never let you drink anymore when we meet" he says while rubbing his temples, not amused at the result of this little dinner he had planned.

"Why nooooott? I looooove drinking when I'm around you. You seem less mean when I do" I hiccup and giggle again, completely gone after my fourth glass.

"Alright Angel I think that's enough of that. Time to get you out of this dress and into bed" he says, standing up and walking over to where I'm seated.

I gasp at his words and hold my hand out, keeping him at arms length. "You wouldn't take advantage of me while I was drunk now would you?" I say, blinking slowly while I watch his figure fade in and out of focus.

"No I wouldn't because knowing you you would probably throw up from all the positions I had planned on having you in tonight" he says, grabbing my forearm and pulling me up from my chair.

"Owww" I whine while he pulls me into the bedroom, dragging my feet the whole way.

"You know, I thought you couldn't be anymore difficult than how you usually are but you never cease to amaze me" he says while not even bothering to let up on his grip.

As we enter the bedroom he sits me down on the bed, kneeling before me and taking off my heels. "I can do it myself" I whine trying to do so but he swats my hands away, knowing full well I couldn't undo the straps on them no matter how hard I tried.

"Get up" he says pulling me to my feet and turning me around to unzip my dress. "Fuck why did I make you wear this?" he curses, looking at the black lingerie set he sent to my house today.

He slides the dress off of me and unhooks my bra before pulling back the covers and tucking me in.

"Who knew you could be such a gentleman" I tease, sighing as I snuggle into the blankets. "Go to sleep y/n" he orders, done with my antics. "Okay okay I'm goingggg" I say, closing my eyes but opening them moments later when I hear him moving around.

He brings me a glass of water and sets it down on the nightstand as well as brings the little trash can over to set on the floor beside the bed.

"If you need to puke try to get it in here alright?" he says and I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Roll those eyes at me one more time Angel and you'll regret it" he warns and I laugh, not being able to take anything he says seriously.

"Aye aye captain" I say while saluting him before turning on my side to face away from him.

"Hey!" I call out when I feel a harsh slap on my ass. "Keep it up baby, keep it up" he says making good on his promise. "You're no fun" I pout, facing away from him again.

"And you're too much fun now just shut up and go to sleep" he grumbles, walking over to the window and plopping down on the armchair in front of it.

"You're staying?" I ask curiously, confused as to why he would bother hanging around. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't choke and die in your sleep" he says while mindlessly scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to spare me a glance.

"So cute" I say, humming in contentment, thankful for having a little guardian tonight even though most of the time he's the devil incarnate.

"Go. To. Sleep" he growls, punctuating every word and all I can do is giggle in response before slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Just you wait Angel. You're going to hate the rude awakening I'm gonna give you" Jungkook taunts my sleeping form, thinking of all the ways he plans to torture me...

[the-trinket-witch]

Let's go fly a kite during the:

It’s August! So that means school’s about to begin again in Night Raven College. But August seems to be a month of birthdays, between Ortho, Riddle, as well as one Albert Eastwind. But there’s word of an event off-campus many are going to before classes come back in session.

Altus is an island city just off the coast of the Shaftlands, but is considered a territory of the Queendom of Roses. Its location and geography make it a breezy place, perfect for steampunk-esque airships and the like. In fact the whole city seems rather Steampunkish. It’s one weekend in the middle of August, that’s almost like clockwork with how predictable the wind blows. Such a westwardly breeze is the perfect weather for Altus’s ‘Airborne Afternoon’. The weekend is quite the jolly holiday, celebrating the city’s pivotal contributions to all things that take flight. Kites soar in craftsmanship showcases and heated dogfights. Tricked out airships, balloons and other vehicles dot the upper atmosphere like daylight stars.

Albert has talked it up the whole year, and had somehow convinced Azul, Jade and Floyd to come along. Jade had been curious about Albert’s hometown and what the hiking was going to be like; apparently the tallest hill on the isle was the epicenter of the festivities. Azul claims that winning even just one competition might get his name in some of the locals’ mouths, maybe drum up a bit of prospective business down the line. Floyd…Floyd heard about some Kite fighting and wanted to smear the competition.

Locals as well have a more eccentric ‘competition’. Every year, a member of the community gets voted as someone who ‘Just Needs a Good Laugh’. Usually, it’s the crotchetiest of the crowd, the biggest Grump in town. With a measured tether tied to their waist, they down a potion of levitation. The catch: the potion only works when the person laughs. The competition is basically a ‘Speed Comedy’ act. The tether the ‘judge’ wears is the quantifying measurement for how good the acts are; the routine that brings the judge to the heights of laughter wins.

Anyone is welcome to join in! Maybe bring a friend or partner? What does your kite look like? Will it take to the skies for combat? Want to check out all the tricked out flying machines? Have a hilarious sketch routine or joke you want to try out? Rather not compete? There’s plenty of hillside to have a viewing picnic or peruse the stalls lining up the hill.

This is going to be NOT an AU thing, but a regular ‘canon’ event, but the town has steampunk flavoring so ppl can dress up if they want.

(RULES FOR ASKS)

-Can not be on anon, sorry.

-Use #TwstAirborneAfternoonEvent if you wanna make something on your own

-One (1) OC per ask, with at most a plus-one. Let me know what your character plans to do in Altus! Are they putting on something sort of steampunk to blend in or just something casual? Are they bringing a kite? Lemme see!

-Please link a reference to your OC so I can write and/or doodle something accurately!

-I’ll either be writing a drabble of varying length for each ask, OR making a doodle of the scenario (at my personal discretion)

-This event runs from Tue, Aug 1st to Fri. Aug 18. Submissions sent after the 18th will regrettably not be considered.

-If you wanna write or draw something yourself-Tag me if ya can! I wanna see and show other folks too!

Albert SSR Voicelines:

Summon: No need for anything fancy, just some paper and string.

Groovy: If you'd like, I can take you flying sometime.

Set home: Give me a moment, please, to ‘reel’ myself in.

Home Idle 1: I don’t normally dress up this much, but it’s a special occasion

2: Altus has this event each year. The competitions can get pretty heated sometimes!

3: My cousin claims he could win the Joke Contest, if he could only get through his routine without being close to tears laughing, himself.

Home login: Today’s a rather nice day to go kite flying.

Tap 1: Was there anywhere you wanted to go? A stall or sight?

2: It’s nice to be back home, it’s been so long I may have to dust a bit~

3: The kite dogfights can get quite heated, sometimes you have to wonder which end of the string to watch more.

4: Theres free admission in the city museum; it's inside that decommissioned dirigible, the N.A.S Admiral. We call it 'Old Admiral Boom'

5: Afterwards, do you want to grab any of the meat pies Altus is famous for?

[kthyg]

ghoul. — (folders)

“No one should be on his level when it comes to you.”

or

Jimin doesn’t like what he discovered in your computer.

[FIRST INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : FOLDERS]

pairing : jimin x reader

rating : G

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au - but my own version (i’ll add more later)

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warnings : nothing except for cold and petty jimin.

word count : 1.4k+

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note from winter 💌 :

i don’t have the will to write a full length story atm so i’ll stick with short drabble to kick start this series (it wasn’t meant to b a series but i made a whole arse characters profiles analysis so it’d b a waste to not make smtg big out of it 🤞🏻)

the idea to write this au popped up when i was rewatching tokyo ghoul and i thought how about bts x tokyo ghoul au AND soulmate au????? 🤔 and this was born

im thinking of releasing two drabbles (which means another one drabble) for this series before i cook up the main story or maybe never 😄 and just continue make a short chapter that has no solid story plot.

andd if u have watched tokyo ghoul, you’ll know the setting and all but in this series it might not be 100% the same as the original.

just a heads up, this will be a yandere story, maybe soft one or otherwise, it depends on the characters + my writing is rustyy so don’t mind me ;’)

💌 what is winter listening to? : impurities & antifragile by le sserafim, nxde by (g)i-dle, cry for me by twice (PLS I KNOW THESE ARE SO UNRELATED BUT IM OBSESSED W/ THEM)

dedication : to myself.

“(Y/N),” Jimin’s voice.

Upon hearing your name, you raised your head to the direction of the door. Jimin didn’t knock but his full figure was already in your office. He didn’t have his coat with him, leaving him with black turtleneck and black cargo pants.

Rephrase; black sleeveless turtleneck with black gloves that covered up until his elbows and black cargo pants that have been stained with blood but barely any rips.

He probably just got back from a mission.

“Investigator Park,” you greeted. “How can I help y—”

“Yoongi wants to see you.” He cut to the chase.

“Investigator Min?” You repeated with a hint of confusion. “Did he say anything else? For me to bring something?”

Yoongi rarely asked for your presence— ever since that day. He avoided you like a plague. The only time you and him were breathing in the same room was whenever Namjoon held meetings of senior investigators, that, too, he never looked at you or even direct any question to you.

“No.” Jimin answered curtly.

As if…

As if you would actually go meet with Investigator Min with nothing in hand. Grabbing your suitcase, you bowed to Jimin. “Thank you. I’ll be going now,” and left your office.

Jimin watched as you walked hastily to Yoongi’s office. You were always ready to comply to any order from Jimin. Maybe because he was your superior, but you have always been compliant to him since day one. Perhaps you felt the need to make him proud. He felt something akin to pride.

He walked over to your desk. Your desk was messy; paperwork were scattered all over the table, reference books, supplements, and newspapers. He was confused as to why you have so much paperwork when you were a ghoul investigator, not a bureau investigator. As a ghoul investigator, you were already an active one, paperwork became unnecessary for you. Never have you ever skipped, reject or failed a mission in your time of career as a ghoul investigator which was something worth to be boastful about, but you were very humble.

Not wanting to mess up the paperwork even more, he avoided touching it. He diverted his attention to the flashy pen drive that was plugged into your computer. The pen drive was impossible to be overlooked.

It was said flashy for a reason.

Iron Man’s hand pen drive… He scoffed.

It was the pen drive you had since you started training to be a ghoul investigator at the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy.

He knew of it because the two of you were very close during the training period. He had enrolled in the academy a year prior before you. But even without all that, Jimin and you had known each other for a long time. The two of you went way back since kindergarten but lost contact when that tragedy occurred; the day his parents were killed was the day you last heard of him but reunited when you decided to join the Ghoul Academy.

He stole a glance at the monitor in front of him. The monitor was displaying your file explorer. You once showed your file explorer to him; there was a folder named after his name, but that was long time ago. He had guessed that you probably have around a thousand of folders for everyone you know because it was a weird habit of yours. You created a file for everyone – if that was actually possible.

It is possible it seems. Your file explorer was the living proof.

The folder under his name was filled with pictures and documents. He concluded that every other folder contained the same. Jimin has always known that you have a deep interest in photography, so he had let you take pictures of him anytime as long it doesn’t disturb his or your line of work.

You take good photos.

You once told him that the pictures you captured represented your eyes. You never fail to praise him of his ethereal beauty. If you ran out of words to describe his beauty, you would use the pictures to tell him. It has been going on since the old days.

Indeed, you take magnificent pictures.

But to know that he wasn’t the only person you took photos of stirred something deep inside him.

There were folders for Rosé, Lisa, Sunoo… Your close friends, of course.

Namjoon, Taehyung,…

Namjoon, the Chief Director of Division 1, the division you and Jimin were working under, which explained why you have his name in your compilation of folders, but it was mostly text files and documents. That man seemed to have a soft spot for you, but it was uncertain because one day he was affectionate to you and the other day, you were nothing but a worthless piece of trash or shit that he stepped on.

As for Kim Taehyung, he was nothing but a superior to you. You rarely interacted with him because he worked under another division but at times you would try and talk to that quiet man.

Although Taehyung was nothing of a quiet man. Jimin knew his soulmate.

Jin, Hoseok,…

Your other close friends. You and Jin became good friends because of the same rank the two of you shared. Given the amount of time you interacted with Jin daily, it would be impossible for a friendship to not been established.

Jin was a sweet and caring young man, and you were literally the carbon copy of him in terms of personality.

Hoseok was once very close to you and Jin, but his excessive promotion from Special Class to High Rank led him to be very busy, especially with his current rank, Chief Director of Division 2.

Next, Jungkook.

The number of files you have under Jungkook’s name was as many as Jimin’s, but he didn’t give it any mind because you and Jungkook came from the same clan and maybe grew up together hence the two of you interacted a lot. You were an indirect descendant of the Jeon clan.

Originally, you were – and still, – an Arima, but the death of Arima Kishou, the one-eyed king, marked the end of the clan as the final will was passed down to a non-descendant, Kaneki Ken. You were still young when Arima Kishou died and when you were taken into the Jeon clan.

Lastly, Yoongi.

He scoffed when he saw the number of files under Yoongi’s name.

Less than 50 files.

Apparently, you weren’t so fond of this one soulmate of his. He didn’t know if you were avoiding Yoongi, or he was avoiding you, but the two of you wouldn’t talk to each other unless it was work. Even for work matters, it was rarely to never for the two of you to speak to each other. Although Yoongi was one of your superior, he was never an option for you to refer to. You’d always go to Hoseok, Namjoon, or Jin.

Jimin continued scrolling your folders until he found an unnamed folder. It was named but not with a name. It was symbolised.

A star symbol.

He didn’t hesitate to click on the folder, but he wished he did and didn’t click on it.

It was a folder filled with pictures of you and Investigator Kim Mingyu.

In other folders, there were only pictures of the owner’s name, or anything related to the owner, but in this folder, there were pictures of you. Lots of it. Of course, in Jimin and Jungkook’s folders there were pictures of you, but it was less than the number of their pictures. The ratio was 1:10.

In this star symbolised folder, however, the ratio was 1:1. Adequate amount of your pictures and their pictures, as well as pictures of three people; you, Mingyu, and Xu Minghao from Min clan.

From the looks of it, your pictures were taken by either two of them, Mingyu or Xu Minghao. Yoongi loathed the latter, and Jimin might jump into the hate train as well.

You looked breathtaking as usual. Jimin ended up looking through the whole folder. The pictures were lovely. A few pictures of couple poses here and there. Jimin would’ve cooed at them if it weren’t for the fact that it was you and another guy. He didn’t care if it was Jungkook, even Jin because they were his soulmates.

Whatever that he owned, his soulmates owned it too.

And he owned you.

Call him petty or whatever. Petty was his middle name.

His hand reached out for the mouse and dragged it until the cursor reached certain a button.

The ‘X’ button.

“No one gets a better treatment from (Y/N) than me.”

Without any remorse, he left-clicked the button and left your office.

‘File(s) has been successfully deleted. ’ The message on your screen read.

All rights reserved © 2022 kthyg. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost without permission. Feedback is very much appreciated. It keeps me motivated! Send me an ask !!

[l-e-morgan-author]

Draft cover for the on-newsletter-signup free stories which I haven't finished editing yet. (So you can't have them yet; I'll finish editing them to my satisfaction before I open up my email newsletter.)

Further ramble below; it got kind of long. First about what these stories are about, then more rambling about my current works-in-progress and specifically aspects of Patience, Changing that I'm enjoying. Might recycle some of this for the next newsletter tbh.

A quick and not-edited summary of each story:

Ever Changing, Ever Near - Hadassah is different to everyone else, but despite that finds great joy in the changing seasons.

A Fragile Solace - Hadassah and Nem are friends. Despite what happens after, she treasures the friendship that they have.

Both stories were entered to (different) local competitions and were highly commended. I can't give an estimated story length because at least A Fragile Solace requires a bunch of editing that may lengthen it. Since I no longer have a word count requirement because I'm not planning on submitting them to any other competitions, I can go ham on them.

In case you don't know who Hadassah is, Hadassah is from the 2022(? maybe '23) Inklings challenge, which I wrote about 8k of. I was Team Lewis, portal fantasy. A very rough summary is that Hadassah is an autistic girl in a neurotypical world, one of the peasants of that world and chosen to be sent through a portal. Nobody knows what lies beyond. For Hadassah, what lies beyond is found family such as she hasn't experienced her entire life.

I found getting into her head unreasonably hard at the time, which is why I wanted to write stories about her, and why I haven't finished drafting her story. With more understanding of autistic people and also myself than I had then, I expect that when I get back to that properly I'll find it a lot easier to write.

I also intend to edit The Patience of Hope to be another newsletter freebie - the edited version, I mean. I intend to leave the first draft up on my website indefinitely, even if an edited version is published as part of something else (such as A Quiet Patience, though with the number of novellas I've got planned, that might be quite long...). But that's for a little way down the road, not yet.

As for a general update on writing generally, I've written a little bit more of Hands Made for Gentleness, but not much. That will require a lot of working with it once the first draft is done, but I've written up a rough outline of the rest of the main story beats, and I have a clearer idea where I'm going. I'm ideally going to finish drafting Patience, Changing before I really get back to that, which is about 20k away (yay!). I'm thoroughly into the third act, figuring out I need to know my characters better so the third act will require a good deal of rewriting, even though the bones are good. I'm pleased with the balance of characters, and at times even though I'm going "Hmm this needs work", I can switch that off and just work on it. I've been writing drabbles every day for this month, and currently I'm one (1) day behind. The drabbles have been helpful, providing scene ideas I can flesh out into full scenes, so they might be a bit janky in context, but I can edit that later.

I've really enjoyed two characters I didn't intend to include in this manuscript: Hannah (Patience's aunt) and Connie (who Patience meets in hospital). Hannah is a symbol of the seriousness of anorexia, and I am not looking forward to writing her death. At present the scene I'm writing is set on the 19th of November, 2018, and Hannah dies on the 16th of December, 2018. She's already written the letter to Patience, as well as the anonymous letter Patience doesn't realise is from her and which needs rewriting. But she has to die and it will tear my heart out to write her, though I've got to read at least a good chunk of A Grief Observed (C. S. Lewis) before I write about that. At present her death is set for the third last chapter, but I expect to rearrange things - events that I thought would work for two chapters turned out I'll need to significantly rewrite to get to even one chapter, so I'll probably use those events to close the second act rather than close the second act and open the third act as well, and therefore rearrange things to give enough space for Hannah's death. If I go over my planned word count in these chapters that's fine; whatever works. I just don't want to go under.

Having the 3k aim has been really good, because some of the time it's forced me to write 'filler' that I reread and am convinced I'll keep in, and sometimes it's kept me to only that long which is good practise too.

Oh, and also! The other character I've enjoyed. Connie. Connie's in hospital following a suicide attempt, but the psych ward's full up and she's not considered at high risk so she's in a general paeds ward, which is where she meets Patience. She isn't particularly forthcoming about why she's in, and Patience respects that. She suspects but is only told right at the end:

“You make me brave,” she said to Patience, just before she was transferred. “I came in here with a suicide attempt and you have made me discover I want to live. Live! When living has been a slow death all this time. You make me want to live. I wasn’t going to make it and I was okay with that. Now I’m going to fight, because of you.”

They keep in touch afterwards, and probably when I edit The Patience of Hope I'll include a scene with Connie in it. Because just as Hannah has to die, Connie has to live. I love the way both of these characters add to Patience's journey, but without trivialising her own very real issues. That's definitely something I'll have to do an edit pass to make sure I'm not doing, because yes, in the grand scheme of things Patience's hangups are very small but to her they're huge. Which is why I held off on writing this story for a good five years, and I'm terribly glad I did, because this story is far better than it would have been years ago.

Anyway. I'm rambling. All this to say that while I'm struggling a bit with writing it, Patience is still going swimmingly. I anticipate finishing the draft either by end of this month (stretch goal) or next month (realistic goal). Then I can dive back into Hands Made for Gentleness and maybe plotting The Time Travelling Midwife and/or Hadassah's story on the side.

I'm also having a fantastic time with Patience and Nathan's interactions at thirteen/fourteen:

“You’ll get through it,” he said. “In Christ, Patience. In Christ.” She smiled at him. He was very dear to her, standing there awkwardly and smiling his dear awkward smile back.

[huecomymundo]

Salutations! Welcome to my corner of the internet! I'm not new to tumblr, I've been around the block~ So here's what to expect from me:

Writing! Oc's! X Reader! This is a request blog! Send me your request, and I may or may not write it! I'm doing this for free, and will only have so many slots for requests.

This is an NSFW blog! If you are a minor, please do not interact with my NSFW or ask for it. You will not receive it.

Requests unspecified to be a: Drabble (short but sweet), Headcanon's, or a short story/scenario (full fics are not offered at this time, because that means 1000+ words and words are hard lol) will be randomly chosen by ~moi~ so if you want something specific, you MUST include it.

I only write x Male Reader or Gender Neutral for personal reasons. Besides.. There isn't enough Male Reader's out there. 😏

I'll have 5 slots open for requests.. Now, just straight up asking me a plain 'character x reader' is fine and dandy! but.. The more specific you are, the more I can write! Example: Kenpachi x Shy! Male reader going on a cute but embarrassing date (because Zaraki loves embarrassing him 💜) give's me more to work with since it gives me a set personality I can build around, instead of doing everything myself. Which I have no problems with!

You can request up to 9 character's max, but be aware that the writing will be shorter or vary in length.

It's acceptable to ask for:

-X reader (will be Male or Gender Neutral as a given.) Please specify if you want SFW or NSFW, and who's topping/bottoming in the NSFW scenario.

-Character x Character (Ships include: Kisuke x Aizen, Gin x Rangiku, Shunsui x Jushiro, Gojo x Geto, Yomo x Uta, you get it!) Self Inserts/OC x Character is something your better off commissioning me. I will not write your OC for nothing..

-Fetish writing (ex: Pregnancy/Mpreg, Cumflation, belly bulge, overstim, spit, more cum, bondage, all those lovely things.) If you have a specific kink you want written, then tell me about it.

-Fluff, Angst, or Slice of Life.. Etc. If you have something you specifically want, make sure to include it or you might not get what you want.

-An emotinally traumatic event. Such as death of a loved one, still birth, loss of a body part, so on. If it's anything extreme/beyond that, I will ask you to send me a DM/ask detailing on how you want me to go about it. I love writing about heavy subject's!

Don't be shy! I don't bite! This isn't an outline of what you should say in an ask, so don't worry if you go beyond what I've listed.

The fandoms I will loyally work for:

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Bleach

-Tokyo Ghoul

They are a large comfort margin to me as I am the most familiar with their universes, and the character's. I've written alot of personal fics and original character's with these fandoms, and I will die for them.

There is also a possibility you will see another fandom guest star here, or someone might just be so convincing I'll write for another fandom~

It's a bonus if you ask for a character whom is blorbo- meaning I'll write extra for them! The one's with hearts are my utmost favorites.

Which I'll list!

-Geto Suguru 💙

-Kenjaku💜

-Uta ❤

-Tokinada Tsunayashiro 💚

-Toji Fushiguro/Toji Zen'in

-Ulquiorra Cifer

-Aizen Sosuke

-Kisuke Urahara

-Gin Ichimaru

Those are the faves~ If thou ask, ye shall receive..

You may also inquire about my Oc's! I don't think anyone really cares if I do or don't list them, so if your interested send an ask for one or all three of the fandoms, and I'll blab about my kids.. My very tall, older than me kids.

Now everybody's least favorite- The things I won't do:

-Anything relating to Fem! Reader. I'm a gay man, and I love men. That is my preference, I don't have to write what I'm not comfortable with. If your unhappy about that, oh well! It's my blog, not yours. (I've written it for asks before, if your curious. Please do not ask for it.)

-Extreme/Gross fetishes. Meaning- anything to do with scat, watersports, diapers, de-aging.. You get the idea.

-ANYTHING, anything relating to sexual assult. I will absolutely not write about rape and never will. Everything I write is consensual. I will write a scenario where it's a agreed upon act between the character's and part of the foreplay. Consent is given and a relationship is established. There is no 'one party wants and the other doesn't.'

-I will not write about Minors in any sexual fashion, because no. Absolutely not.

-Abuse. I will not write physically abusing someone. They can do all the drugs they want, drink all they want, but they will not raise a hand against their lover. You can ask for past abuse, but I will not write present abuse.

-I will not kill a character just because You don't like them.

-Anything morally questionable, if the character isn't already so. If it's out of character, you must negotiate with me. (Being morally questionable, for someone like say, Kisuke, to murder someone. I need a reason why he would do such a thing.. But OOC is not something you need to negotiate with me, and can be asked for. Such an example, is cuddly Tokinada. That's fine.) Dead Dove content is not my thing, sorry.

That's it (for now) of what I won't do.

If you have any questions/comments/concerns about anything, feel free to DM me or send an ask!

I'm open to chat, but as I have a life I may have spaced out posting and replies. If you are pushy about your request it will take longer! Feel free to send an ask about your request if you are unsure if I got it.

If you are mean/disrespectful to me I have every right to block you without warning. I will not tolerate hate directed twords me and my audience.

FIVE OUT OF FIVE SLOTS TAKEN: check the pinned post for wip update's! Please be patient because writing takes time and thinking. I take my time so I can give quality writing. Remember I am a person too, and have a life outside of tumblr.

SLOT 1- Byakuya Kuchiki x Gin Ichimaru Fic (WIP, ask received!)

SLOT 2- Sub! Byakuya x Dom! Reader (WIP, ask received!)

SLOT 3- Shunsui/Ukitake Comforting M! Reader who had a really bad day, and is snappy! (Ask received!)

SLOT 4- Shinji getting his back blown out (Ask received!)

SLOT 5- Enemies To Lover's Top! Tokinada x Male! Reader /history is tense btwn these two 👀/ (Ask received!)

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[a-hell-of-a-time]

((Drabble time, featuring Andre, Caim, and some bad decisions that would make Vassago and Stolas proud-

Under a read more for length.))

"I assume you already know why I'm here?" Andre and Caim were currently in the dining area of his mansion, the air between them tense.

"I know he wants me gone, and he sent you to do it, right?"

"It was either myself, or the king resorting to less than ideal means. Not that you can't handle yourself."

"Damn right, though honestly all of this is needless. You and I both know I never wanted this life, or anything pertaining to it; I took on my role and place because my father had no other choice or option. If I could give it away, I could."

"Then why not do so? I was sent here to strip you of your title, property, and everything that ties you to us. In doing so you would be excommunicated and be free to live on Earth with Yui and do as you please."

"...so you're saying that you will take it all on, while I never have to set foot in Hell again?" It sounded too good to be true, but there was a problem. "...and what of you? If I can no longer enter Hell, I will be unable to see you."

Andre paused. "...that is true, and is the price to be paid from this arrangement. However, no one said that I cannot come to you."

"Won't this put you at risk of incurring Paimon's wrath?"

"Perhaps, but have we not been doing so this entire time already? The visits will simply be less frequent."

Caim, upon hearing this, lightly shook her head. "To think that you would go to such lengths, even after I...broke off our engagement."

She let out a sigh. "I had never intended to hurt you, and had I known that it would-"

Andre held up a hand. "We've already went over this, and I forgave you, did I not? Our friendship remains intact, so we need not rehash old matters."

"No, we do. I know you're still hurting, Andre, and no amount of words will convince me otherwise. I know what I did broke your heart, and is the reason why you have avoided others for so long." This prompted a surprised look from the marquis, but she continued. "I know you've forgiven me and that we continue to remain close, but that doesn't excuse things. Had I known, I would have went through with it."

"But you would have been miserable," Andre said quietly. "You would not have been happy with me, not when you had Yui waiting for you. To go through with the arrangement just to spare my feelings would have ruined us, not unlike my sister and the Prince." Granted the pair didn't care for each other from the start, but they tried to fake it, only for it to blow up on them both. He never wanted that for himself, or for Caim.

"...I won't deny that it hurts, and that there aren't issues that need to be addressed, but I have come to accept it."

She remained quiet as he spoke, her eyes closing as she thought about what to say next. "If you have, then promise me you won't let that pain sabotage your happiness. You may be an asshole at times, and a scheming one built for the bullshit that is Goetian politics, but even you deserve to be happy." Opening her eyes, Caim fixed him with a stare. "If you can promise me that, I will hand over everything to you."

"Weren't you going to do so anyway?" he asked with a slightly cheeky grin that earned him an eye roll. "But in all seriousness, I will promise you that. In fact, I have already acted upon it."

"So I've heard~ This guy seems to be legit, but if he ever hurts you, or you do something stupid to ruin this, I will kick both your asses."

"Alright, alright. Nothing is going to happen."

"Good."

A moment of comfortable silence fell on the pair, broken only by a sigh as Caim reached for a pen. "Now is there any paperwork for this, or will verbal consent work."

Andrealphus gave a wave of his hand, and a small portal opened to dump a hefty stack of papers onto the dining table. "Paperwork, as per custom."

"Because why would it be anything else?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.

As she signed the documents one by one, Andrealphus spoke. "Though, you know, I have another idea in mind."

This caught her attention, her pen hovering just above another dotted line. "Do go on."

"You mentioned before that yourself and Yui wished for a child."

"...yes, I did. Unfortunately we couldn't find a suitable donor that wasn't a complete asshole."

"What if I said I had a solution to that issue?"

Caim's eyes widened. "You don't mean-"

"I will be the father, if that is agreeable to both of you."

"...Of course, but why-?"

"You know that I do not have an heir, and that was the whole point of our previous engagement. As it stands I have no one to pass my title and property onto aside from my niece. However, she will bear the burden of Stolas's legacy, and I do not wish to add my own to it. This is especially so since relations between Via and my sister are...not great.

Therefore, it would be best for me to have an heir of my own." He paused for a moment. "Of course I do not intend to marry or reproduce with another goetian woman anytime soon, and if I had to, I would prefer it be you."

Caim said nothing at first, staring at Andre with wide eyes. Eventually, she spoke up. "And how would this work, exactly? If this heir is to be legitimate, it would require marriage, and Paimon does not want me around in any capacity. Furthermore, this child would have our blood, which would further anger him. Besides, I am signing away all my ties to the goetia."

"With regard to the ties, once the paperwork is complete you will be an outsider. The marriage would be a private affair and in name only, to reduce the chance of it getting out.

As for the child, we could raise them jointly across both realms."

"And if Paimon finds out?"

"I'll deal with that as it arises. For now, simply having this paperwork done will be enough to appease him, for it is exactly as he wishes; you are being stripped of everything and will be sent back to the human world to do as you please. Everything you own will then come to me, and I shall hang onto it until the child is old enough to get it. Or I could give it to another.

The marriage and child arrangement is separate from this and will be carried out on the side."

As she listened, a smirk crossed her beak. "And here I thought you wouldn't have the balls to go against the hierarchy. What changed?"

Andrealphus shrugged. "I do not wish to be tied down to another goetia, or have marriage candidates chosen for me. I will decide for myself who I shall be with, and who my heir will be." He knew being with Vassago would cause an uproar, but Andre was happy and had no desire to marry another just to save face.

"...very well, then I accept. But let's wait a while until this," she gestured to the paperwork, "is taken care of. We can talk later."

"Then it is done."

Once the last paper was signed, Andrealphus collected the stack before opening a portal to her home. "You are now free. I wish you well."

Caim rose from her chair, smiling to Andre. "I do have one last request."

"Which is?"

"Let my old man continue to live in the manor. I've been letting him stay there since I took over, and he need not be homeless." She paused for a moment. "Paimon left the decision of who to give it all to, correct?"

"Yes."

"You could always give it back to him, or to a relative of his if they are trustworthy. I think our child will be just fine with your inheritance." With that Caim left through the portal, leaving Andrealphus alone.

[abbysbasement]

wip list! longpost with a poll!

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currently have 20 reqs, trying to fill older ones first, but it mostly depends on which ones interest me the most at a certain time! Working on shorter ones tonight, but there are some longer ones I want to explore deeper! Here's a peek at some oneshots/requests that I plan on releasing, as well as some longer fics I have planned! And because I like to have fun here, you can choose which one you want released first!

not specially ordered or anything ;w;'

ONESHOTS/LONGFIC

(will be around the length of Morale Adjustment at minimum, or longer)

ABBY ANDERSON

THE Bespoke Abby Breeding Fic - TITLE: TOP DOG. Yes, the one I swore I would post like a week ago. It's super long and initially didn't have an intro so I've been working on it on and off. Partially in bulleted format, transitions to standard OS format after. 3k+ words. breeding, rough sex, blowjob/titjob, unprotected sex, creampies (lol), abby kinda babytraps reader. source universe, abby is slightly older than in canon (23-24ish), reader is younger (19-21?) and the wlf has actual ranks (translated: I looked up military rankings on google and started bullshitting) I wrote this on my period (translate: I'm a gross whore) abby is kind of mean but it's hot, get slutty about it. 90% completion. Has three (much shorter and more experimental) parts.

'You wanted to be wanted this way. To be desired and used completely, to be owned.'

The Bespoke Pornstar!Abby Fic - TITLE: XXX/RED LIGHT. The reader is a new rising star in the world of lesbian porn. One night, before your first anxiety-ridden scene, your costar arrives at your trailer to calm your nerves. Abby is the industry's top adult performer, practically the girl-on-girl bible famous for her rough, bad girl persona on stage, and her soft interior. You're given the persona of sex kitten; innocent, naive, and ready for the plucking, and in your first scene, her job is to break you in. Perhaps multiple parts, 3k+ words. Ellie is going to make an appearance as a 'rival' AV Performer, (but off camera her and Abs are good friends) who you'll have a later BD/SM scene with. Extremely rough draft, so no content tags yet.

"I'll do all of the work, baby. Just look straight in the camera and give your fans a pretty face to get off to."

The Bespoke Prisoner!Abby Fic - TITLE: DOIN' TIME (or something corny like that, we'll see.) When you're new in prison, they always tell you, go up to the biggest guy in the room and punch him in the face. Terrible advice, by the way. But when you're locked up on a misdemeanor and sent to a women's correctional facility, the rules are a bit different. So you find the biggest girl in the room, and you fuck her. Obviously. Extremely rough, no content tags. 3k+ words.

'Abby offered a deal; she gave you what you wanted, and you gave her what she wanted.'

The Bespoke and Formerly Scrapped College!Abby Fic - TITLE: PAPI BONES. Your roommate Dina drags you to a college frat party, and you hate it, all crowds and sweat and people. You wish you were home, but in a cruel twist of fate, a drunken game of spin the bottle turns into you, face to face in a dark closet with the captain of the rugby team and her head between your legs. studious!reader, jock/loverboy!abby, assplay, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), primal!adjacent? i wrote in my editing notes, 'almost corruption, but pure?' so let that set the tone for you. potential part 2. Actually 90% complete, I just started beating myself up about it for no reason ;w;

"“s’okay baby, tell me how you want me. i’m yours.” and you thought that declaration would destroy you, ‘i’m yours.’  and it felt very, very real."

MINIFICS/DRABBLES (No poll for these because they'll all make it to the blog at some point)

ABBY

Bimbo!Reader x Abby Anderson (Mechanic!Abby? idk. She makes good money and reader is spoiled asl though.) dumbification, rough sex, there's a scene where reader sucks abby's strap while she's chewing bubblegum and licks the splattered gum off so there's that, spanking, face slapping, abby calls reader her fleshlight. partial HC/blurb format?

Semipublic sex with abby in her bedroom window

A/B/O WW Abby, breeding, half wolf!reader. she mounts and rawfucks you with her massive monster cock while you're in heat. primal, marking, too big cock/stretching pussy, mindbreak, impregnation. 2-2.5k.

ELLABS

Abby and Ellie are members of a rock band, you're a groupie and you'll do anything to get on the tour bus...

Abby and Ellie are both bad cops when it comes to training you, and they help the other keep you in line.

"Didn't she tell you to fucking behave?"

ELLIE

bully!ellie, dubcon/CNC esque? ellie steps on readers cunt with her boot. pussyslaps, knifeplay, degradation, she is not a nice young lady. 1.5-2k words.

dealer!ellie headcannons

ellie blasphemy kink oneshot

DINA/DINELLIE

Roommate dina corrupting innocent!reader. Somno, caring dom!dina, dina has a hairy pussy because I said so, dina takes reader's virginity with a dildo, sloppy makeouts, flashback of dina 💦 to the sounds of reader masturbating while thinking dina is asleep, Dina has big boobs and playfully does a cute boob comparison and plays w readers titties. this one might actually get pushed up because I'm thinking nasty ***** thoughts. you bump coochies with dina, that's the fic.

Your friend Dina takes you over to her sneaky link, and the campus dealer, Ellie's house. Unbeknownst to you, they invited you over to score in another way, too. dom!ellie, soft dom! dina, sub!ellie. drug use, strap on penetration, voyeurism, cunnilingus, cum swapping, mutual strap sucking, mutual masturbation.

yeah... that's all i got for you babies. enjoy.

[ewebie]

2023: An Author's Review

I've gotten in the habit (over the past 10+ years) of posting an author's review of what I've done on AO3. Since I started my Patreon, I've been posting it here and sharing across Tumblr and Twitter (*cough* I mean X? *cough*). I think it's good to take stock, be honest about what was possible and look and what I want for the next year. So here it is:

2023... I am not sure I'd say "astonishing" but it was a year of surprises (good and bad). It was a busy and chaotic year, but I really have been on a healing journey and both mentally and physically am much better than this time last year.

Hubs and made a temporary (planned for one year) move across the Atlantic in 2022 and came back to Ireland in July 2023. I was working part/full-time with research and grant writing, doing hands on clinical and remote parts. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, though it was much more sedentary than what I'm used to for a day's work. It's been rough coming back... the stress on the systems from the pandemic and (frankly) fucking conservatives ruining anything good has made remaining here untenable. After losing my FIL in the autumn and my own family having ongoing health scares, Hubs and I have decided to go back to the US in 2024... So... it's been a bit of a limbo.

Even with all the chaos of a move and work and... *gestures at everything* I did manage to accomplish a few things.

Summary of writing in 2023:

I set out with the goal of posting The Hayloft on a weekly posting schedule (without break) until complete. I'm SUPER proud of myself for managing that. It's >70k words and 38 chapters (with a 39th for ANs). Between the schedule, having 2 betas (thank you Paia and Sky), responding to comments, and the HTML bits of posting, it consumed a lot of my time (we won't mention that I finished writing it while posting)... But I'm very happy with the final product and with myself for keeping to the schedule.

In April, fresh out of 221B Con, I did a Mystrade Monday based on the prompt "Don't threaten me with a good time." It's a short one-shot, and lyric-based in title (Nod to Panic at the Disco) called Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline. (because who doesn't want a damp Lestrade?)

So that brings us to May - when things started to get really busy as I prepped to move, and the Mystrade is Family collection, to which I submitted 2 fics. The first was in response to Paia sending me a tiktok: Mistakes Were Made (though not by me), tiktok is at the end of the fic. And I somewhat love Greg's much younger sister, Roxy. I also dipped back into the When You're Fast Asleep series with Think Happy Thoughts.

June and July were mental... packed up my life again, drove the length of the US, moved back to the other side of the Atlantic, moved BACK INTO my flat, repaired the car, resorted my jobs, lost my FIL, went back to the US for the funeral, went back to the US again for Thanksgiving. A lot of stress... not a lot of writing. But I did keep up with Hayloft posting and finished the end of September.

October, I took some of the nonsense in my real-life and the MRC server members' real-lives and made a fic strictly to name-shame people we met and or didn't like. Queue's Next was rather cathartic for that.

In November, I (finally) finished a fic for the RGBA for Lav. She'd asked for something in the Safety First/KKBB universe, and a pet... and we ended up with Blunderbuss. Because murder husbands needed an orange cat. And having dropped back into the Safety First universe, I added H is for Heel and I is for Industry Standards to the work.

Still a bit stuck in Safety First, I wrote a murder husbands Xmas fic with J is for Jingle Bells and put that up mid-December.

On Christmas Eve, I posted a soft short from the When You're Fast Asleep series called All Is Calm. The series really suits calm and warm drabble.

Because I was SO soft of Christmas Eve, I posted a SPICY short in Safety First on Christmas Day called K is for Knife's Edge. And just to round out the year, I dropped a New Year's Eve present with L is for Line of Sight. 

Overall, I published shy of 100k words (though, I only wrote about 70k... Hayloft was mostly written coming into 2023, but all of the posting was this year) with 16k hits and I now have 380 user subscriptions and 7000 bookmarks. It was a solid effort and I've spent the year only writing Mystrade -- though... I've expanded my reading ships (for this I blame BeautifulFiction).

Plan for 2024: Keep myself sane. I have another few chapters for Safety First in the works... there's something so very compelling about the murder husbands. I have 2 WIPs that are very nearly done and I just need to push through the last... 2k or so. So I hope to be putting those up in the first quarter. Be on the look out for The Marshmallow Experiment and Ambien Wife (though, those are both working titles). There’s a few bigger projects that I’ve back-burnered or have been plodding along with, including "the sad one" and "the Pretty Woman one" and some complex, multichapter things. Trello has been excellent this year to keep my bunnies sorted and in some sort of order.

Working titles of a few:

Lesser Things

Used Books

Wrecking Ball

The Time Has Come

Attack the Cheese Block

Of Legwork and Dogs Bodies

Make Yourself

Bad Santa

I hope to keep adding shorts to Safety First and Badges and 'Brellas (I didn't manage any in B&B in 2023... though, Champagne was short enough). I'm not going to aim for monthly new works, I know how much time and energy the move is going to take. I also will try to learn the new features here on Patreon and the collections thing... maybe organise this a bit better.

Many thanks to everyone who has beta'd works for me through the year (this year was mostly Paia -- many times for her many many sins, but also Sky for doing a French language beta on Hayloft, Anne and Stella for the on-demand, and Mousie for the murder feedback). Thank you to the Asylum (nee Jail) - you're all gremlins and I-A-Door-You! Thank you to the MRC for being just... whatever it is you are. And the OGC - because intercontinental chat groups are their own, special nonsense!

I want to thank my patrons (you can find me on patreon here... thank you for thanking me for existing!). Everyone that has left kudos and comments and reblogs and likes. Anyone who has dropped me a message or a thought and has generally enjoyed or encouraged my writing this past year. And those of you who followed Hayloft posting and commented along the way -- amazingly supportive! ILY all!!

[soaring-minuet]

I come presenting a quick Ais x Hancock drabble. It was written on a whim after running a few Mount Rokkon routes. Enjoy. Word count is 527. It starts under the cut.

“I hope you know that you are absolutely infuriating.”

Hancock merely let out a chuckle in response, causing Aisling’s ears to flatten in irritation.

“Ah, but you see, young Alphinaud went on at great lengths about your healing skills. I merely wanted to see them for myself.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in, but then Aisling scowled at him.

“Do not tell me that you tossed yourself in that mononoke’s path on purpose. Because if you do, Nald’thal have mercy, I am leaving your sorry ass on this mountain to rot.”

Hancock only chuckled again. “Why, of course not, my dear Aisling. It was a rather unfortunate accident.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Calling you what, pray tell?”

Aisling released a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose, causing Torgal to look between her and Hancock in confusion. She wished to be in the Carbuncle’s place at that moment, if only to stop dealing with Hancock. She was beginning to regret agreeing to accompany him on this expedition, because his obvious infatuation with her was getting under her skin. They had one drunken night together and now, it seemed, she was paying the price.

She finally folded her arms against her chest. “Don’t play stupid. You know full well what I mean.”

“Mm, very well, then.”

Aisling was confused at first when he didn’t put up more of an argument, but then realized with dismay that he was staring at her chest. She had forgotten that her current healing attire included a fair bit of cleavage. She cleared her throat to get his attention, her tail puffing out the slightest bit.

“My eyes are up here, idiot.”

“My, how ever could you tell?”

“Because I happen to know you and the fact that you’re not exactly subtle,” Aisling told him dryly. “Those ridiculous shades don’t hide as much as you think they do.”

Hancock’s lips curled into a smirk. “Ah, then allow me to remove them.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he slid the glasses off and placed them under his kimono. Aisling’s eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed as she found herself staring directly into a set of amethyst eyes. Oh. She wasn’t sure what she expected Hancock would look like, but this was certainly not it. His smirk widened at her reaction and he wrapped a hand around her wrist, pulling her closer to him.

“So, you were saying?”

Aisling mumbled something in response, causing Hancock to chuckle. He reached up with his free hand to lightly trace his knuckles against one of her cheek stripes.

“The feisty cat’s lost her tongue, I see.”

Regaining her composure, Aisling hissed slightly and batted his hand away. “Don’t push it.”

“Very well. Though I do believe there is the matter of my injuries that you were to tend to?”

“Unfortunately, yes. As long as you put the glasses back on.”

“Ah, so I take it, my glasses were hiding more than you thought.”

“Shut your damned trap,” Aisling grumbled.

Hancock laughed as he slid his glasses back on, flashing her another smirk.

“Well, come. My injuries will not heal themselves, you know.”

[llondonfog]

1, 2, 4 and 10 for the weird questions for writers

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

i actually keep it to the default setting in either google docs or (gulp, confession time)....tumblr..... this is where you learn i write most of my drabbles in one go in the tumblr post editor and then hit post now with reckless abandon,,,,

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

i do still love handwriting things, but i don't think i could do it very long without my hand cramping up lol for the most typical length of my short pieces, probably?? but i will say for the sake of editing as i write, typing is definitely my preference

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

ok i've seen people answer this in both positive/negative connotations so i'll do both lol

feral (positive): i am INSANE for any religious imagery (something something, prior catholic once upon a time—) in the works that i read and write, so when i see things like hallowed, devotional, hymnal, sacrosanct, and i know they're being attributed to obsessive love and dependency???? MMMMMMMMMM

feral (negative): pique. IT'S PIQUE, NOT PEAK, PEEK, OR ANY OTHER BASTARDIZATION. YOU HAVE PIQUED MY INTEREST. YOU DID NOT PEAK IT.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

oh boy.

in short, yes. i used to be in the rotg fandom and i wrote a piece at 18 during a very unpleasant time in my life, and it wasn't very good, but that isn't the point. it dealt with some heavy, dark themes and a family member found it after i was stupid enough to leave myself logged into ao3. that led to some....conversations that dramatically altered my relationship with that person for a period of time, and i stopped writing fanfic for several years after that. i can't recall if i ever deleted the fic and the account, but the name of the fic was heavily tied to a song that i can no longer listen to either without these awful memories so,,,,, yes, that feels haunting.