#also not sure about finishing this...sighh..

[mercbumpkin]

oh hello little v models what are you doing on a hill even!

[faseanz]

— BREAK THE CODE

SYNOPSIS every jedi knew the code by heart: no emotion, no passion, no attachments. but if you were weak for giving in to attachment, so be it. you wouldn’t mind being weak for eom seonghyeon.

INFO fluff, angst, forbidden romance, star wars au, jedi!seonghyeon x jedi!reader, wc 979

WARNINGS light swearing, some pet names, yoda shade

NOTES finally got out that star wars au i wanted to write, bless up 🙏 this is so short sighh maybe it needs a sequel. Also has been sitting in the drafts 4 a week but im about to be at robotics for TEN HOURS so i needed smth to post before i finish lowkey warm.

30 BBY

The empty space inside of the Jedi temple’s central hall made room for the freezing cold. But you eventually got used to it once you started sneaking out of your dormitory each night. Even with your numbing fingers and red nose, you were at ease because you knew Seonghyeon would warm you up.

A short, careful walk down the hall brought you to another dormitory. You knocked twice on the locked sliding door, swiveling your head around to make sure there were no knights or masters scoping the hall.

Finally, the door slid open as fast as you could blink.

“Took you long enough. I was starting to think you fell asleep. Or got caught.” Seonghyeon teased, smiling at the sight of you. The late-night rendezvous wasn’t a new occurrence— it was just that it always felt like seeing you for the first time.

You grinned back at him, your heart feeling infinitely lighter than it was when you were alone in your room. “I would have gotten caught if you reached the door any slower than you already did.”

“Oh, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Just hurry and come in.” He pulled you by the hand into his room, pressing his free hand to the screen on the wall to lock the door.

Seonghyeon flopped down on his bed, looking up at you with a sparkle in his eye as he rested on his elbows. He noticed you were spaced out standing in the middle of the room. “Well? Sit.” He patted a spot next to him.

“Sorry.” You murmured, getting cozy next to him and taking one of his pillows to hug. “It’s just— why do you always look at me like that?”

“Like what?” He tilted his head curiously with the same damn look you were melting over.

“That!” You pointed at his eyes accusingly. “Like… i’m the universe and you’re seeing it all for the first time, or something.”

“You are the universe.” He smiled, dimples on full display. “And I like looking at you. Got a problem with that?”

You shoved your face into his pillow, groaning into it. Your face was completely flushed when you revealed it again. “Tone down the cheesiness, Eom Seonghyeon. You might make Master Yoda feel a disturbance in the Force.” You said the last part dramatically, lifting your finger slowly to mimic the Jedi Master.

“Mocking the master? How disrespectful of you.” Seonghyeon let out a faux gasp.

You laughed, poking him in the stomach. “Shut up. You’ve done far worse.”

He smirked. “Like what? Fall in love?”

That made you pause. You knew the two of you were in love, you’d expressed it several times before. But the moment reminded you of how forbidden it was. How love and attachment was supposed to lead you to the Dark Side.

Seonghyeon immediately noticed your mood shift. “Hey.” He reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t think you should feel so guilty. Are we breaking the Code? You bet. But is it worth it? Absolutely.”

You looked away from him, guilt for concerning him pooling in your stomach. But there was another fear in the back of your mind; what if one of you really did fall to the Dark Side?

“You’re thinking so hard, I can feel it. Talk to me.” He whispered, trying to coax you out of your nervous shell.

“I’m terrified. Terrified that the Code is true, that one or both of us will fall. Is it even worth it?”

A hint of hurt reached Seonghyeon’s eyes. “Are you considering throwing us away for the sake of some stupid rule? Don’t you remember that we were both forced into this? I didn’t ask to be a Jedi. Neither did you.” He argued, his eyes quickly glazing over.

“We need each other. I can’t get through this training without you, love. You make me so strong.” He continued, turning away from you to wipe his eyes. “And I can’t imagine living in this measly temple without you loving me.”

You finally faced him, fighting for oxygen through your tears. “You know I hate crying, you absolute fool.”

“But i’m a fool for you.” Seonghyeon gave you a teasing smile.

“You’re incredibly annoying.” You laughed through tears. “But also right. I was miserable in my early training days. Everything has become so bright since I fell in love with you. I wouldn’t have been able to see the Light without you.”

“Who’s the cheesy one now, dummy?” He poked your tear-covered nose.

“Still you.” You smiled, shifting to lie your head on his chest.

Seonghyeon relaxed, sighing in relief. He combed his fingers through your hair to comfort you. “Please never leave me. Especially for the Dark Side, because that would be quite unfortunate.”

You laughed, finally feeling that warmth you were seeking as you tiptoed through the frigid temple. “Promise me the same, Seonghyeon.”

“I promise.” He said firmly, holding up his pinky to you.

“What are you, five?” You said before giving in and wrapping your pinky around his. The gesture seemed simple, but the weight of it felt like a binding contract.

He intertwined your fingers and felt at the pulse on your wrist with his thumb. Your hearts beat perfectly in sync, a clear metaphor of your love.

Seonghyeon brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles delicately as if you would break. “Now go to sleep, my love. You’re safe with me.”

You sighed contentedly, relaxing further into his chest. “I love you, Seonghyeon.” You whispered.

“I love you. Sweet dreams.” He said quietly, letting his eyes shut.

You both knew that this was morally wrong. That horrible things would happen to you if anyone found out. But you also knew that a few words on ancient paper could never amount to true love.

TAGLIST @jellywichu @coercore @cinnased @genesiaurelle @redrubystrawberries @tincheese @eohyeons (open)

[smiuffzo]

I'm almost finished chapter 4 so it's time to harass you!

I saw on Samuel's reference sheet that he can make hallucinations? How does that work? And how good are they?

Like could he make the expendable think their in a completely different room cus I have some ideas but I need confirmation before I start writing.

I know about the hive mind thing but how does that play out with the hallucinations? (Also how would you escape an encounter with him or should I just call it gg for the expendable)

SORRY FOR ANSWERING SO LATE

long post time baaahh

the strength of hallucinations depends on the level of intoxication and the depth of your connection with samuel (both of which are kiind of intertwined, since its easier for samuel to get into your head when you're high on chemicals lol)

upon meeting as strangers:

i think he's capable of messing with your perception of reality, making you take wrong turns and question if you've been in that specific room already cause it feels strangely familiar. kind of how exploring loactions works when youre dreaming, iykwim!

also definitely capable of auditory hallucinations (much like eyefest [though i dont think samuel would slip like she does when she gets angry] + music and other sounds are also possible) and making you see things that arent there (things like seeing someone disappearing behind a corner or anglers passing by)

upon developing a connection:

making you think youre going through a scenery youre not in (even if youre not moving)

affecting senses other than sight and hearing (your perception of temperature, hallucinated objects can now seem touchable, fake pain may appear, making you feel like youre falling even if youre not, ect)(also can now affect the way your eyes take in light)

more personal hallucinations (based on your memories, people you know, ect)

mimicking your own thoughts

actively warping your perception of a person youre initiating contact with

instilling fake memories and affecting emotional states

distance needed to perform these abilities progressively decreases

how does this work in regards to assimilation:

halluciantions are something that will happen with prolonged contact outside of samuel's control. what they CAN do i manipulate them or soften their effects. when not orchestrated by samuel, hallucinations are more generic and chaotic - typical stuff that would happen if you were to hallucinate from something realistic.

assimilation is fully intentional, it can't happen accidentally (unless you count him getting overexcited as an accident). its something they actively work towards with their targets. if needed samuel will utilise the more advanced hallucinations to benefit this cause.

as for the encounter:

im not sure if you mean the grand encounter or just a meeting :,3 either way, both are survivable! unfortunately i cant tell you how the grand encounter would work cause besides the beginning to it i dont have anything thought out yet (nothing i come up with clicks to me sighh).

and as for the normal meeting! he might actually let you leave yourself. he likes it when people come back to him on their own accord. i guess it might be worth mentioning that hes not the kind of entity to chase, he prefers observing from a distance and catching opportunities.

i hope this helps you on your endeavours :,3 if not, feel free to ask for more clarifications

[xyourlonelywriterx]

Back again. HII! I NEED MORE OF BRATTY READER X KYOKO.. PLEASEEE But this time. Reader is in a better mood herself because her sister is getting married. Just for her mood to be more ruined when she finds out her sister is marrying Mondo's brother. (Pretend he isn't dead) Look she is semi happy for her sister.. Reader just has a grudge against Mondo for accidentally spilling something on her dress. Poor Kyoko has to listen to her complain about everything. Just for her mood to go back to better when her sister asks for her to make the dress. HOPE YOUR TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF AND BYEE!

-Love Pinky<3

A/N: WELCOME BACK PINKY! HOPE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF URSELF AS WELL ML!! HERE'S YOUR YURI ENERGY JUICE! AND I'M sorry it's so short i didn't know what to add cuz you kinda wrote it for me (⁠^w^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

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type: headcanons!

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this is..Kyoko Kirigiri x Fem! reader

KYOKO KIRIGIRI X DESIGNER! BRATTY! READER (p2)

DATING HEADCANONS

at first this didn't appeal to you, your sister had been dating a guy who LEADS A MOTORCYCLE GANG? that's NOT a good picture for your family or it's reputation and looks. you were almost against it all the time.

except your sister is actually happy, and

you two are literally the meme pic of the tiger or wtv yelling at the chill monkey. the difference is you're drinking your coffee made of 11037 orders. you also yelled at the poor cashier. AND the manager.

your constant yapping had driven poor Kyoko into drinking a dark coffee with no damn sugar. like, as much as she wanted you to shut up, she can't. because you're too cute looking all mad...and you won't either way.

“and then she married Mondo's brother! I mean, i knew my sister's taste was horrible but being connected to Mondo? ugh!”

“i'm sure there's more to Mondo and his brother than what they let on, the biggest evidence is your sister is happy and safe, and that's what matters—”

“I don't care about my sister's soon-to-be husband! it's the fact Mondo dropped FREAKING GRAPE JUICE ON MY 2000$ worth of dress, Kyoko! he doesn't even seem like the guy to drink Grape Juice!”

she had been dating (or maybe married?) you for six years now, and she's quite impressed!, you were able to yap for a longer period than before! she DEFINITELY noted this in her head. you're definitely getting better at this.

finds the whole situation kinda amusing in her head to be honest, like..a whole grudge for grape juice on a 2000$ dress? i mean- wait..hold on, you actually kinda have a right. she sighed, knowing you have a right to hold a grudge.

she would try to get you to look over the bright side, specifically to look at how happy your sister is. would give you a smile once she knows you're REALLY okay with the marriage.

that still didn't stop you from yapping all about Mondo again. her smile never fell so quickly (new high score!!)

considered smacking you shut but nah, she could AND would SPANK you elsewhere. in private.😋

as soon as your sister approached, a huge smile on her face made you and Kyoko smile back. she was such a sunshine to everyone's lives...in designer clothes.

“heyhey, sis! I wanted to ask you something...could you maybe make my wedding dress? I'll pay if you want!”

“Paying?? my dearest sister won't spend a cent in any dress, especially not designed by me! follow me!~”

“*sigh*.. what a relief..”

“HEY! i heard that!”

“I know you did.”

the dress you had designed though? Kyoko wishes to see you in it. like. asap. she's getting the ring rn 😞

FINISHED!! AND NOW I HAVE A CRAVING TO WRITE FOR HAJIME OR KOKICHI SIGHH..WHATEVER I WILL DO PEOPLE 👀👀

#KURO-OUT

[whitmansgrass]

I'm such a loser when it comes to Cold War RusAme. Just to search up new fanfics about them, and this brought me to your work. "History is on our Side" And I have just finished reading the latest chapter, if you don't mind reading this about me talking about my favourite chapters so far.

In chapter 17, I was really happy when that scene played out, which might be weird considering they almost died from freezing. But I love it when the storyline goes like that. I kept wondering what they’d do next. Or maybe I just really enjoy when both of them are suffering and vulnerable together. I'm really just weird because I find comfort in this.

Though, it brings sadness to me that Ivan is scared(?) ( I think I interpreted this wrong ) when Alfred experienced hypothermia and might die. . It stirred up a lot of feelings in me, because Ivan had known the feeling of dying in winter so many times he couldn’t feel it anymore. But it was strange and uncomfortable for him when it was Alfred.

Ahhh my RusAme heart!!

It also felt intimate and romantic, or in between, I don't know how to say it since english isn't my mother tongue. But I think comforting is the word I want to say when Ivan held America to warm him. I don't know. I might be confusing death, pain, and act of survival with intimate and romantic, that's just how I saw it as a reader. I really might misunderstood everything here... Sighh...

This chapter also seems to show how Russia is actually possessive over America.

"I promise you, Alfred, that I will kill them and tear the wedding ring from their cold finger."

Though I am not surprised, since in the beginning he's been like that. From the line of "He may not like America, but someone had killed his."

And America's date back then, everything screams jealousy and possessiveness to me since the beginning.

I've gone off topic, but didn't the notes at the end of ch 17 sound like Ivan proposed to him? It made me chuckle a little.

I also loved Chapter 18, where it was mostly just the two of them exploring, sightseeing, and admiring the architecture. I’d love to read a fanfic with that same atmosphere. You described the 1950s so well, the falling snow, the color of the sky, and the two of them looking at the stars and Russian architecture like nothing was happening. It was quite lovely.

But ahh... Risking yourselves to be seen by the civilians of your own enemy, letting them know your presence just to prevent their flag from falling to the ground and the man from being punished.

I have said so much nonsense about these two chapters (please forgive me for talking too much), but I really love your work. It brings me so much joy and interest when I read them, I adore your writing style and how you write the characters personality, which I like to study sometimes. It brings depth in it and it fascinates me.

This got too long, and I actually want to talk more about chapter 19 next time because sincerely, these are my favourites. But I fear I need to restrain myself from talking too much, I know the author does not really need to know this, but I wanted to share it.

If you read all this to the end, I appreciate your patience in me blabbering. ( Please ignore my mistakes, I kind of used a translator. )

Please rest and don't rush everything, the reader can surely wait and waiting also makes it worth it. This fic is really special to me and beautifully made.

Thank you for bringing me to the bright of Hetalia fanfics.

From another Rusame fan and a reader of your works.

I am sorry for taking so long to reply! Thank you so much for taking the time to write this out—I appreciate it!

I don’t think you interpreted the hypothermia scene in Chapter 17 wrong at all! It was a romantic moment for Ivan and Alfred. For nations, it is easy to confuse and conflate pain, survival, death, and love, and for them, maybe there is no meaningful difference. Ivan knows the pain of freezing to death and doesn’t want that for Alfred. You understood perfectly.

They are both possessive over each other!! This trait of theirs will never go away.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and insights please feel free to write more in the future! 💙

[bigusbossus]

happy halloween twin ☺️🫶🏻

anyway since this is an ASK box (you don't have to answer all of these if you don't want to lol)—

favorite MGS game?

what MGS games have you played so far?

LEAST favorite character (character you just look at and wanna throw into a volcano or garbage disposal)?

have plans for halloween? a costume?

favorite sex act?

favorite position?

favorite visual quirk/"minor design" on a person/character (scars, freckles, etc)?

favorite weapon?

favorite type of gun?

do you like those kinds of kawaii over-accessorizsd knives/guns (i don't)?

what's a "vision" that you see that you believe the MGS fandom just doesn't see?

1.) 2 and V were the most fun to me, but i love them all equally, the only ones i dont like are mg1 and mg2 bc they were sensory overload. gz also holds a special place in my heart bc its basically HD peacewalker

2.) a bit of mg1,2 and portable ops (completed none of them) but ive finished 1,2,3.PW,GZ,V and mgr if that counts. played a god 3 seconds of 4 (someone please donate a ps3 to me so i can draw old man snavid pussy plssss)

3) aughhh idkk maybe skullface . just pure evil, everyone in mgs is evil but like, skullface was just more apparent with it ig ? and hueys wife

4.) dont really celebrate halloween in my country instead we do prayers and offerings for the dead so probably that

5.) hmmmmm it changes alot but rn fisting and bjs I think . I don't know ..

6.) Anything that looks like it could be a wrestling move or involve lifting.. idk something like this

7.) that venom is canonically slightly taller than bb. the little tuffs of hair under kaz's beret. ocelots nose in mgsv being slightly crooked . sighh ishmael armpit and leg hair . idk if this counts but like the way you see kaz kinda losing confidence, in pw he exposes his skin, pulling his sleeves up when he's in uniform, wearing a more revealing swimming attire, expressing himself with accessories, like his ascot and the watch +that slutty little belt around his waist to make him look more snatched. but in V theres no part of his skin visible, he's covered up in layers, hes wearing a shirt, a jacket and a coat over that, a beret, gloves, and baggy pants, none of the colors match too so it gives him a messy not put together look like he put on whatever would cover him up most, plus his gun peeking out a little from the coat gives me the feeling of a silent threat like he's telling people to back off because he has a gun where as in pw his holster was low on his hip and his gun was covered so it dosnt give the same kind of of urgent feeling having your gun displayed does. and then in his later years he's often shown wearing a tank top and to me this is like showing off his strength, he's not quite like how he used to be but he's a stronger, rugged man now and he's been through it, he isnt open like pw or closed off like in tpp but he's cautious

8.) scythe bc cool , you look like the grim reaper and you can cut grass and shit. also my fav weapon in postal

9.)sniper rifle (in games) . not to sound like ocelot here but ive had revolvers before (the only type of gun ive had) and they were fun to play around with. kinda like having a stim toy

10.) i think theres something to be said about giving a tool that takes life a "life" and "personality" thats kinda .. idk how to say it but its something i feel weird about, but i do not like weapons in general. i do like making things cute and over accessorized. if you look at it in a art way its kinda cool, like if its just for display, but ofc that is if these weapons arent being used, and im sure theres alot of risk that comes to the user if they actually do use these, but at the end of the day do whatever you like if its not harming anyone, i think it looks kinda neat

11.) this is more of a crackship to me but bb/otacon, i think their dynamic would be interesting, you get a fudanshi and a stereotypical yaoi seme

[consuming-karma]

BABY’S FIRST EARRINGS.

buwan’s notes: usually I’d say smth about not being able to have a baby in this economy but I have severe baby fever this week teehee— apologies for the rlly bad writing also- this kinda sucked because I only rlly managed to work on this when I wasn’t working on my papers or my artwork sighh.

episode summary: it’s time for your baby bat’s first piercings! During your trip, you realize why it may not be such a good idea to bring the boys with you.

content warnings: might bring you baby fever as well, piercing a baby’s ears, emotional vamps.

taglist: @britany1997

[poly!the lost boys x mama!reader.]

“Wait, what do you mean you wanna pierce her ears?” Marko looked at you with a bewildered expression, staring at you as if you had two heads.

You bounced your baby on your hip, her giggles intensifying as the little jumps seemed to amuse her. “I think our baby bat would look adorable with earrings, hun!” You tensed your shoulders to show your baby bat to your husbands who all sat unconvinced.

“babe, she’s a baby bat, she doesn’t need piercings right away.” Paul pointed out confusingly. Marko nodded his head along, agreeing with his terror twin.

“I agree pretty, our baby can get her piercings when she’s older,” Marko walked up to you, his hands tucking themselves into yours to move Darlene into his arms.

“She is! Darlene’s turning one!” You argued, looking at Marko with a pout, letting the curly blonde take your baby from your arms.

“She’s still a babe! Besides she’s got her teens.” Marko grinned and gave her a small rub on the nose with his, making her squeal.

“It’s a norm, hun. She won’t feel a thing, promise!” You crossed your fingers on your undead chest, smiling innocently as the boys all looked at each other for further action.

“I mean..” Dwayne didn’t finish his sentence after that, only shrugging as he looked towards David who seemed to be thinking. “it wouldn’t be so bad.” David looked at you, as if saying ‘it better won’t hurt, he’s an asshole, but he will cry if his baby girl cries’.

You grinned, happy with the outcome of the conversation. “Hear that, baby bat? You’re gonna get earrings like your mama!” You giggled, pulling her from out of Marko’s arms and snuggling her to your chest, obviously excited.

“Is this really a good idea?” Paul looked at David, the platinum blonde shrugged before lighting another one of his cigarettes, the whole other side of the room away from his baby. “It’s an idea, that’s for sure.” David answered between gritted teeth, his cigarette between it as he opened his Zippo lighter.

The rest of the boys shrugged and focused their attention on you, where they saw you coddling their only offspring, making blabbering sounds and squealing at how cute your little bat was.

In their heads, all they thought was that it was going to be a-okay, and that their Darlene wouldn’t notice and would handle the pain.

They didn’t know how bad of an idea it was until they had arrived at the overnight mall to the local medical clinic.

“Ok Darlene, ready to be the cutest bling baby in the world?” You asked in a baby voice, Darlene could barely reply to you as she was only five months old, her vocabulary consisting of ‘wahs’ and ‘woos’.

“So where are we getting her pierced?” Dwayne walked up to the two of you, his hands instantly grabbing hold of your waist and under your sweater as his fingers connected with your soft skin.

You smiled at the comforting gesture, before pointing to the seemingly squeaky clean clinic at the mall. “There, the clinic.” Dwayne glanced at you with an unreadable expression before giving his baby, Darlene, a strained smile. “Why not Claire’s, babe?” Paul pointed to the purple and pink glittery store of girlishness.

“No! Claire’s doesn’t even clean their needles, my baby deserves the cleanest out there.” You stated, determined to not spend another sleepless night because your baby got a sickness.

Paul let out a scoff, looking off to the side, mumbling. “I got pierced there just fine..”

You blew a raspberry into her chubby cheeks, making her squeal and grab onto your hair, making you laugh. The group of you walked to the clinic, Marko and Paul bumping into people half of the way since they kept making funny faces at Darlene, instead of looking ahead of them.

“I know a doctor here, so she’ll be fine, isn’t that right baby bat?” You smiled in relief as Darlene grabbed onto your finger. “Oooh~ I can’t wait until you’re all blinged up and matching earrings with me, baby bat!” You felt yourself shake with glee, excited to see your baby get her first piercings.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t gonna be so great?” Paul looked at Dwayne, who seemed to think the same thing, watching you walk up to the front desk.

“Nah, I get you bud, I’ve got the bad kind of butterflies in my tummy right now.” Marko agreed, patting his tummy as if it would help with the feeling.

“Now boys, we gotta trust our girl, I’m sure she’s got it under control.” See, now David’s lying to himself, he’s got the shivers, but he doesn’t want to be an ass in front of his little girl.

“David! I need your signature!” You called out, ripping the platinum blonde away from his boys. Your arms held your baby girl to your chest, she was busy babbling and grabbing onto your shirt, unaware of her surroundings.

You cooed, kissing your baby’s forehead before looking up, David looked at you with a look, before looking down at the clipboard that held a document, you walked to his side, your finger pointing to the blank form.

“Here, sign.” You brought the pen close to him, David glanced at you, you glanced back, before looking down at the document. The platinum blonde picked up the pen and signed, unsure what the paper was for.

“What’s taking so long? Thought we’re getting her pierced?” Paul walked up, looking down at the paper. “Might as well get her checked out, just in case.” You shrugged, passing the finished clipboard to the nurse, who checked out the paper.

“Alright, you can wait for a bit, I’ll get you and your baby ready.” The nurse smiled, pointing to the direction of the waiting room. “I still don’t get why this mall has a clinic.” Marko looked around the clean and dull room.

“Don’t know, but I’ll say it’s convenient.” Paul shrugged, happily taking a seat at one of the many plastic chairs. You followed suit, sitting beside Paul, the blonde instinctively placed his arm around your shoulders, his gaze instantly locking onto his baby girl.

“Hi buttercup, ready for your piercings? Gonna look cool as your daddies!” Paul’s free hand reached across to squeeze your baby’s chubby cheeks, she happily cooed, grabbing against the blonde’s big hands.

Paul couldn’t help but grin at the small gesture, seeing both of his chubby baby’s palms not even be able to cover his one hand. Darlene reached up to tug at his bracelets, in awe of one of her dad’s jewelry.

The rest of the boys looked on in amusement, absolutely adoring their little baby in your lap. They hoped that their baby bat wouldn’t grow up too soon, it felt like you popped her out not even a week ago!

“Darlene Powers?” You jumped at the sudden calling of your baby, looking up to see your friend. You waved excitedly, she was one of your mom friends, spending the third trimester of your baby with her as she was also pregnant with her own son.

“Abby! Hi!” You greeted, gently sitting up and walking towards the doctor, who smiled and greeted your baby with a gentle wave. “Nice seeing you here, (Y/N)! You too, baby Darlene!” She giggled, pinching your baby’s cheeks.

The boys followed with you, walking further and further into the bright halls of the clinic as Abby ushered you into a vacant room. “When do you think we could get our babies together for a play date? I think Darlene would get along with Avery.” You giggled, gushing with Abby with her baby.

“Soon enough, girl! we could leave them with my husband, and maybe treat our selves because god knows we need it.” Abby joked, pointing to her eye bags.

“Oh my god, yes! I need a break!” You laughed, sitting down at one of the chairs in the room.

Paul whispered to you, looking at Abby with a confused expression, “is Avery a girl or boy?” You looked at Paul mirroring his own expression. “Why does it matter?” You replied.

“well, don’t want our little girl already meeting some dude when she hasn’t even been on earth for long..” Paul shrugged, leaning back. You smacked his arm for thinking like that, you were definitely annoyed.

The boys seemed to quiet down, only mumbling at each other. David leaned against the wall as Marko and Paul opted to sit on the examination bed in the room. Dwayne sat in the extra chair in the room with his arms crossed.

“Okay, so I’m hearing that you’re getting this little cutie her first piercings?” Abby pinched Darlene’s cheeks once again, obviously falling victim to the baby fat.

“That’s right, want her to be matching me and her daddies, isn’t that right, baby bat?” Darlene seemed to babble, as if answering your question. “She’s a gem.” Abby awed at Darlene before looking off to her papers.

“Do you want to get her checked out first, or should we get it over with?” Abby asked, looking at the boys for clarification. David and the boys looked at her with blank expressions, unsure. They looked off to you, they were only greeted with an expectant look from you.

“You’re the dads, not me.” You jogged your knee, calming Darlene down as you waited for their answer.

“I guess, uh check her out first?” Dwayne answered for his brothers, looking at you reluctantly before watching Abby nod and grab another sheet of paper. “Alright then, let‘a see if this pretty cutie has anything.” Abby cooed, grabbing her stethoscope.

“Seems like Darlene doesn’t have anything bad, she’s perfectly healthy, good for you dads!” Abby gave the boys a closed smile, before pulling out the equipment for your baby’s piercings.

“I suggest one of your husbands hold Darlene, (Y/N). Babies can get pretty squirmy when the gun’s in the ear.” Paul suddenly shot up in alarm. “Gun?” Paul asked, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s a piercing gun.” You nonchalantly replied, watching your friend sterilize her equipment before looking at you expectantly.

Paul looked at Marko with genuine fear, Marko shrugged as well, looking at David, who didn’t bother to continue eye contact.

“Oh? Oh! Dwayne, switch with me, you gotta hold her.” You stood up with your baby, waiting for your dark-haired boyfriend to move. “Why me?” Dwayne looked at you with confusion.

“Okay don’t switch with me, don’t hold your baby ever again.” You looked at him with a deadpanned expression, Dwayne jumped out of his seat and switched with you. “Okay! Okay.” He felt himself break into a cold sweat as you smiled and placed his baby on his lap.

“Okay, I need you to hold her to your chest, put your hand on her forehead like this.” Abby gently placed her hand on Darlene’s head, her palm curling around your baby’s forehead.

Dwayne did as he was told, holding Darlene to his chest confusingly. The boys watched on looking relaxed, you watched as Abby readied the needle of the gun, you handed her the bat studs you had picked out the night before as she loaded the gun.

“Alright, don’t flinch, she’ll feel it too.” Abby warned Dwayne before gently placing your baby’s earlobe into the gun, getting ready to pierce.

Dwayne held Abby’s forehead firmly yet gently, trying to keep his baby still, he felt anxious at the piercing gun in his daughter’s ear. Abby softly counted down from three before quickly pushing on the trigger, a small click being heard.

Paul flinched at the sound of the piercing gun while Marko bit his thumb from to keep him screaming out, even David couldn’t get his eyes off the gun. As soon as the piercing gun retreated for the next earring, the boys turned to Darlene.

What the boys were expecting was a small whimper or a surprised coo from the sudden pierce, but what they got instead is a heartbreaking wail.

You couldn’t help but pout and coo at your baby. “Oh darlie, it’s okay hun,” you gently patted your baby’s thigh as she let out wails and tears rand down her rosy cheeks.

Dwayne looked in pain at Darlene’s wails, feeling the vibrations of his baby crying in his chest as he grunted in guilt, he cringed at Darlene’s squirming as she cried, looking up at you with a glare.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boys’ reaction, snickering in your seat at they all glared at you as if you had personally pierced their baby girl.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” You managed to spit out between laughs, looking around the room to see Dwayne and David burning the hardest holes into your face. “You said it wouldn’t be bad.” Dwayne spoke in gritted teeth.

“I never said it wouldn’t be bad, but I didn’t say it would feel nice either.” You scoffed playfully, your dark-haired boyfriend clenching his jaw in guilt and obviously upset that he was tricked into making his baby cry.

“Babe, I don’t think I’d ever say this but I really truly hate you.” Paul shook his head, using his wrist to cover his eyes. “Are you crying?! Paul?!” You spoke, appalled at Paul’s behaviour.

“My baby girl is crying! Why the fuck wouldn’t I!” Paul cried out, his sniffles melding with your baby girl’s wails. Dwayne let out a guilty sigh, bouncing his knee to soothe their baby girl.

“She’s almost done, c’mon guys!” You looked around the boys, seeing Marko biting his thumb and looking away, Paul gently looking over your baby’s ear and Dwayne pinching the bridge of his nose.

You looked over to David, who seemed to stare at the wall and wipe his cheek before he sniffled loudly. “David? You too? Really?” You turned to the platinum blonde, who just glared at you.

His loss for words only made you laugh harder as you held your stomach. Abby giggled, before asking Dwayne to turn their baby bat’s head to the side for the second ear.

Dwayne looked up at David with a ‘do I really have to?’ Look, refusing to hear his baby’s heartbreaking wails once again. David just gritted his teeth and gave him a look that told the dark-haired man to just do it.

Abby readied the gun once again, counting down. Marko couldn’t watch again as he had turned completely around, his eyes shut and his thumb in his mouth. If Marko still didn’t have the instincts to stop before he could’ve made a mark in his thumb, he’d have lost it biting it hard.

The rest of the boys were all dreading it, the trigger of the gun as it pierced through their sweet Darlene’s earlobes.

Abby gently placed her finger on the trigger before finishing her countdown, “one, two, three!—“ the trigger was pulled back as everyone besides you and Abby jumped in their spots, another round of wails and cries left your baby as you cooed, trying to soothe your baby girl.

“Oh, poor baby! It’s over, honey! No more!” You pouted, instantly taking your baby girl out of Dwayne’s arms, the dark-haired boy leaned back and closed his eyes, gulping anxiously.

“Don’t say that, babe! You’re the one who wanted her ears pierced!” Paul cried out, obviously as upset as his baby bat.

You looked around once more at the boys, David was no longer on the wall, his hands were on his hips like an old dad, looking down at the ground.

Marko had quickly walked up to his baby, looking at the earrings with a weak smile, “you look so pretty bubba, the prettiest baby out there.” He spoke, obviously shaken by their baby’s cries.

Paul had no longer leaned against the examination bed but had somewhat crouched down, his hands on his knees as if he ran a marathon.

“Oh my god, guys! Grow up, you’re acting like big babies and you weren’t even the ones who got pierced.” You rolled your eyes, thanking your friend for making a better earring than the sixteen year old workers at Claire’s.

Your friend laughed as she watched the boys maintain their posture, obviously amused by their reactions.

“I never wanna hear her cry like that again..” Paul said into his hands as you guys walked out of the clinic. You giggled, patting the boy’s back as he walked beside you and Darlene, gently pinching her cheeks.

“girl, give me my baby!” Marko spat out, reaching for his baby and taking her from your arms, you let out a small hey before Marko walked away from you, looking down at his baby bat.

“Oh bubba, they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they? You look so pretty,” Marko cooed, rubbing the back of his hand on your daughter’s baby cheeks.

“when you grow up, you can take dada’s other earring and wear it as well.” Marko softly grinned, bouncing Darlene in his arms as your baby had stopped crying and was now cooing.

“Maybe next time I won’t bring you guys, you four cried more than she did.” You teased, watching Marko make funny faces at Darlene in hopes of trying to get her to laugh.

“There’s a next time?!”

“Babe, you’re evil!”

“Like hell!”

“there’s no next time after that!”

The boys all yelled out in unison, looking at you with glared that could burn a hole into your head. “I’m kidding! Well, half- if Darlene wants any more in the future, then I wouldn’t stop her.” You giggled, the boys visibly relaxed at your words, two of your boys putting a hand on their chests.

“We love you mamas, but no, I think seeing my baby bat cry like that felt like a stake to the heart.” Dwayne kissed your temple as he walked past you with David, who kissed you on the lips.

The boys started to head towards the exit of the overnight mall, huddling around Marko, who held your baby girl in his arms. They all cooed and pinched her cheeks, a look of adoration and love all their faces.

You watched Dwayne gently hold your baby’s ears, looking at the pretty silver studs in her ears. You can see Dwayne whisper something to your baby before pulling back, a soft smile on his face.

David seemed to give a look to Marko, which made the curly-headed blonde hand Darlene to him. David gently held your baby in his arms, a rare smile painting his face.

Marko and Paul wouldn’t seem to leave your baby alone as the continued to dote on her, you felt your heart warm at the fact that your baby bat would have such loving boys as fathers.

“What a bunch of babies.” You softly laughed, before catching up to your family and getting ready to retreat back to the cave, something tells you that piercing your baby’s ears was an event enough for the night.

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Oh. My. God.

Danny.

Ok, so I finally got round to catching up with your works since Finding Shelter, and I'm in shambles. Warning, this might be long.

So, To Brighter Times. Sighh, this was exactly what I needed after seeing Max struggle in F1 and that awful NLS DSQ. You write gax in an established relationship so well, it really felt like a companion piece to Rash Decisions in a way. Lovely concept, I felt hugged and taken care of while reading.

“No, you’re not. You absolutely loathe me right now. So badly,” George knows him so well it's sickening, because he's the same!!! They are cut from the same cloth, and I could scream about it.

“You don’t owe me anything because I won, Max,” I'm mush, yes, Maxie, you don't owe anyone anything!!

A whole vibe change with Out of the Blue. Fitting title because I wondered, where did that come from?? Excellent smut. I'm obsessed with the universe you created, where senior drivers help rookies, and it's widely accepted, though not talked about. So many opportunities for angst, it's delicious. Also makes me whirr in excitement because it works so well with my little mental image of Kubica taking care of George when he was a rookie... Lots to talk about here, I won't spam. Anyway, I'm intrigued and so excited for the next parts.

“You’re good, Kimi. You can finish this.” I'm obsessed with how just one sentence and a nod from Max undoes the work George has been doing for over an hour. Crazy work. You're insane for this one.

And finally!!! New Horizons!!! I'll admit, I was sceptical about the premise, but because it's your writing, I did not question whether to read or not. And holy shit am I glad I did. I don't even know where to start, really. It's just such a good idea, and I have SO MANY QUESTIONS that I cannot wait to see answered. I really like your George pov! There's something quite authentic about the way you write him that I can't put my finger on. George, usually so put together, spiralling and making spontaneous choices, all because of the ghost of Max, I love to see it. I'm SO excited to see how this story plays out!!

Sending soo much love your way, I hope you're doing well mwahh xx

HONEY. 

You drop all this on me and I welcome every single letter with open arms. Gah you absolutely wonderful person you, thank you for this! I feel so touched you’ve read every word I’ve put out there 🫶 those would not be there without you and your encouragements, trust!! I love reading how well you get every word, how you truly understand them. It’s so very reassuring!

Let me walk through your lovely, lovely message. 

About To Brighter Times first: They are cut from the same cloth, and I could scream about it. YES! Absolutely. The drive to win, the eagerness for it, it shows in different ways for them both but it’s, in essence, the exact same for Max as it is for George. Kindred spirits and whatnot, fueling and fueled by rivalry. It’s an infinite cycle !

Now for Out of the Blue, the concept comes from this quote from John Crosby that I came across quite randomly: 

“Mentoring is a brain to pick, an ear to listen, and a push in the right direction.” 

It really resonated what with this early season and the press articles I keep seeing pushing for a George/Kimi fight, trying to dramatize how Kimi’s gotten better than George, but also with how much Kimi hangs around Max.

Anyway, Crosby was a journalist and media critic who had a huge influence on both TV and radio at the time. I wanted to incorporate more of him in the story without it looking to obvious, and Out of the Blue is the title of the first book published under his name (which was a collection of his columns). 

One thing I love is that he was described as ‘at his best when he engaged in the art of amiable murder. He slayed with zest.’ 

Not much to do with the story itself although I’m sure we could find ways to tie it all to how the media influences the mentorship seen in the story by speculating on what goes on between mentors and protégés, but it’s a delicate reference I’m very happy to be sharing! Thank you very much for asking.

About the story itself, please DO spam about how different relations would work. I’ve said in another ask how it felt like touching the tip of an iceberg and I stand by it: SO much to build here in this verse, I’m eager to read people contributing to it by sharing thoughts on different relationships. The story itself is very focused on Gax but there is so much to say on different pairs (Seb/Mark? Nico/Michael?)

So much to say! I was just re-reading through chapter 2 earlier, should be posted tomorrow-ish. Again, very Gax oriented I just cannot help myself. 

And finally the one story that’s been haunting me these past few weeks. New Horizons. It’s as tricky to write as it is interesting and challenging in all the best ways. Working on atmosphere and tension, stretching those as much as I can is mega fun, even if it tickles my brain funny at times! I’m enjoying writing George’s POV and his utter denial, triggered by trauma. But the dominoes have started falling and it’s only going downhill from here! (in a good way hopefully!) Also, I’m really enjoying the religious symbolism I’m shoving in there, it’s fun to play around with! 

Honey I can’t thank you enough for this ask, I just love discussing all of this it makes my heart feel all warm. Just so you know, I’ve been thinking about your competitive swimmers a lot. Cannot wait to see it come to fruition one of these days and discuss it the exact same way! 

Dropping gentle kisses to your forehead, I hope you’re well and that your throat’s better 🫶 (still loving the silly man and his nose strap you put on my feed!)