#Domi would be more into stuff like...

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still love the idea of modern au Jeanne being into heavy metal and screamo and takes her date Domi to a show and she’s so. terrified

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The earliest that I could see the Sabres play without having to fly is April. Idk how I feel about this… like I know I can watch them on tv and fly to Buffalo if I really want too, I didn’t get it would be APRIL before they played in Dallas… which is soooo long away.

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The House of the Dutch

PART 1

“My client wants to request one last meeting before the signing of her contract regarding her living arrangements.”

“We've been thinking about that and think we've found a property with a couple other Dutch girls. A meeting can be arranged to confirm the placement.”

The suitcase in your hand feels weighed down by a thousand bricks, and you adjust it to the other hand. You're waiting for a sign to urge you to knock, letting the cold air whip around your shoulders as you build up the courage. It's cold here, not as cold as home you think, but cold enough that you wished you hadn't packed your bigger coat and worn it instead. A final gust of wind pushed you to wrap your knuckles against the door, another shiver shaking your spine. The first thing you hear is a bark, then a strangled meow and a yell in Dutch directed to another person, who yells back. “Viv! Your bloody dog! Tell it to leave kiwi alone or I'm going to banish it from the living room.”

“If your cat wasn't quite so annoying maybe it wouldn't get bitten!”

You hold back a giggle, shivering again as the door opens to a warm face. “Welcome to the madhouse.” the woman greets, gesturing to the floor mat saying the same thing as she had. She then holds her hand out to you. You take it. It's soft, but the knuckles are cracked from the cold. “I'm Dominique - Domi.” Behind her, the squabbling continues and she pauses to take a look and hiss at them in warning, then gesturing to you standing in the doorway. You wave awkwardly, and the younger-looking one bounds over and takes your hand, kissing it like a love-sick teenager. It makes you blush. That's embarrassing, you think.

“Pleasure to meet you, I'm Kerstin - and the grumpy one is Viv.” She turns and sticks her tongue out at the grumpy one. In your head, you count them out. Viv, Kerstin, Dom. Didn't your manager say there would be 4 others? A new face appears at the top of the stairs just behind Dom. The lighting shadows her face perfectly while still highlighting the beautiful cheekbones and jawline of her cheeks. You didn't realise in your staring that she'd made it over to you, holding out her hand ready for you to shake. Kerstin clicks her fingers subtly behind her back, snapping you out from your trance. You blush again and take the 4th girl's hand. “Jill.” She says, and you think her eyes are the most beautiful thing you have seen in the whole wide world. Then you think back to the younger girl standing next to her. You rethink.

All four of them are staring at you, assessing what they thinkuntil you shivering snaps Viv put of the trance. “God! You must be freezing! Come on in. Do you have more stuff in the car?” Overwhelmed by her sudden warmth, you nod a bit blindly and allow Dominique to pull you into the warmth of their house.

You decide instantly your going to like it here, the bright white walls, navy bluepanelling on one of them, bookshelves and sofa and tv and beanbag and games console and armchair and.. 1 2 3 4 seats. Altogether, with the beanbag and sofa and armchair, there are only 4 seats. You look around blindly, you couldn't expect them to buy another seat just for you but you did wonder a little bit where you were to sit. Not everybody will be in the room at once, you presume. Kerstin has walked over and wraps a strong arm over your shoulders. “Staring at our Jilly already? Don't worry, we've all been there.” She grins at you and you blush. “We ordered a new chair for the living room for you, when it got here it was broken already and wasn't fit enough for a princess like yourself. I suppose you'll have to just sit on my lap until we get a new one.” Your blush darkens at her teasing and kerstin winks.

“You have a very pretty house.” You manage, and she laughs again.

“I suppose it’s perfect for- uh- ow! Domi!” Theres a small crash as a pillow gets chucked at her head. You laugh a little at Dominique, who behind her is still imitating what she said. “Leave the poor girl alone, not everybody wants the attention.” Kerstin rolls her eyes. “Yeah, but she does. Look! She's blushing.” You pull the hood of your hoodie onto your head in an attempt to hid the red on your cheeks. Kerstin’s attention turns back to you. “awh, you don't have to hide it, sweetheart. It's cute.” She pulls down your hood and it's then you hear a life saving noise. “Bedrooms done!”

You take that as your escape plan, and squeeze between Dom and Kerstin towards the stairs in the corner of the room. Viv and Jill are both in there, squabbling about how to make the bed and where to place your stuff, however it stops when you walk in. They both send you blinding smiles and pat out the last lumps on the bed. Jill pushes you down onto the bed and nods at the bounce on it. “Is it comfortable?” She asks and you roll about a bit.

Before you can reply though, Viv buts in. “it's the same bed as we've all got, you know whether it's comfortable or not dingwat.” Viv then pulls you up. “How are you liking the house?”

“It's beautiful. There's been a lot of love put into it.” Viv grins at you and you think you're about to melt.

“That would be me. These lot are useless!” There's a cry of outrage from various parts of the house that makes you laugh. “I hope you'll feel very welcome here.” A hand reaches out and squeezes your arm. You kick yourself at the buzz of the butterflies in your stomach. “Right. Me and Jill will leave you alone to settle in. We normally have dinner at about half 6, if you want to come down and help prepare it later.”

Nodding, you allow yourself to wave them out. You collapse on the bed again and reach for your phone in your back pocket and finding the first favourited contact. “Ah! My little girl! How is life away from the nest, my darling?”

“it's good, thank you Mama. The girls are lovely - I just have to meet the rest of the team in a couple days.” Another face leaps into show, not surprised to see your best friend still at your childhood home despite you not being there.

“How's operation ‘fruit salad’ going? Are all the girls as hot as we thought?” You think back to the conversation you had before you left regarding which one of your new housemates you could end dating after she accuses you of being boring.

You laugh at your stupidity. “Yes, they're all as hot as we thought. There's no way girls like that are single - or willing to go out with me.” Your best friend sticks her tongue out of you.

“Boo! You whore. You're hot stuff, you can pull who you want and they're lucky to have you.” You both laugh. “Who looks best do you think? I'm thinking Carmen.. wait.. was it Kerstin?”

You nod. “Kerstin.” There's a knock at your door and you look up, cursing your friends loud voice. “You called?” Kerstin pops her head around the door before pushing it open fully.

“Er. No. Kinda? I was talking to my friend back at home - she was asking questions about who I lived with now.” She comes and sits at the end of your bed and waves at the phone you turned around to face her. Your friend blushes and let's out a nervous laugh. “Anyway, I was already on my way up to ask if you wanted help with anything, or if you wanted to come down and have a chat with us for a bit, you know, get to know us all.” She smiles at you again and your face begins to copy that of your best friends.

“Oh.” Your social battery was quickly running low, and you were trying to recharge before you helped with dinner, so you go for the in-between. “I could do with a hand putting some stuff away? You can ask me any questions while I unpack, and then I'll talk to the other girls when I'm helping with dinner.” You turn back to your phone. “well I have to go and socialise with other people now. I'll message you later?”

“yeah, of course. Here, let me go get your mum before you hang up - she left when we started talking about your love life.” She wiggles her brows at you. Soon enough, your mum comes back into frame. “My little butterfly! Message me before you go to sleep and keep me updated. I must meet these new girls you live with! Spread your wings my darling, love you.”

“Love you too, Mama. Bye!”

You hang up the phone and toss it somewhere on the bed. Kerstin gives you a hand up off the bed and picks up the first bag left abandoned in the corner by either Viv or Jill. “So, we know you're Dutch, I mean, you're fluent so I assume you are. Where abouts did you grow up?”

“Good ol’ Amsterdam.” You smile and she nods slowly. “You're a city girl, cute.” She smiles. “I remember my first time visiting there. We went to this little cafe.. i think it was called ‘A Little Promise.’ The lady who ran it gave me extra whipped cream because I was wearing an Ajax shirt.” She pauses, noticing the look of sheer disbelief on your face. “What? Have you been?”

“You're joking.”

“What? No I'm not.”

“You are, you're taking the mick. You actually went there?” Kerstin looks confused. “Yeah? I remember it well - the lady had a butterfly tattoo on her finger. I saw it and told my mum I wanted one just like it.”

“You're genuinely not joking?”

“no?”

“That's where I grew up. That's my mums cafe. That's my Mama with the butterfly tattoo.”

Kerstin laughs in shock. “wait, actually?”

You reach out for your phone and turn it on so she could see the lockscreen, on it, a picture of the cafe and your mum and you. She bursts out laughing and you join in. “That's so strange!” She breathes out and looks at you through her eyelashes. “I was five at the time. So you would have been 4.” She pauses and thinks really carefully. You begin to open up the bag and pull out the clothes resting on top. “I saw a little girl there when I went. She was sat holding this patchwork bunny and colouring in a picture. My mum told me to wave at her but I thought she too pretty and I got scared.”

You pull out the next thing from your bag. A well-worn, well-loved patchwork bunny with a floppy head clasped in your hand. She turns to face you again and you both fall into another fit of giggles. “I guess some things never change.”

You both continue to put away your possessions, talking about your memories of your home town and your family while laughing about whatever it was slightly tickling your interest. Without even realising, Kerstin had recharged your social battery and welcomed you in the best of ways, pulling on your arm as you were called down to help with dinner. Jill cheered when you appeared in the kitchen, Dominique flashing you a bright smile over her Shoulder from her position over the stove.

“It's chicken and leek pasta bake for dinner.” She says, then she notices Kerstin stood next to you and points to the exit. “I thought I banned you from my kitchen after the last cooking mishap.”

Viv buts in from where she was cutting leeks in the corner. “Our kitchen.”

“Oh come on, Domi! Not fair. It was one time!” Kerstin argued and you look quizzically at Jill who sat on the counter and squeezed lemons into a jug. “Kerstin added the wrong salt to a dish. It ruined the food AND stuck all the chili to the side of the pan.”

“Not to mention I got ill!” Viv pipes up again and kerstin groans. “I promise I won't interfere. I'll just sit and watch.”

Dominique rolls her eyes but gestures as if to give in and let her stay. “One peep out of you and I'll force you to wash up all the pots from tonight and tomorrow's meal.” Kerstin zips her lips shut, then salutes at the older woman.

You join Jill on the counter and watch as the 4 girls work like a well-oiled machine.

Viv starts the conversation. “Do you have any siblings?”

You swing your legs. “Nope. It's always just been me and my mama.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” She apologises, and you frown.

“what? why?”

“Well you didn't mention your father. I assumed he wasn't in the picture anymore, or that he'd passed away.”

You laugh at her bluntness. “He's alive and - unfortunately - still in the picture. However he is the one who payed for all my football growing up so I suppose i should thank him for getting me here. He's always been a bit ‘too busy’ to see me. But it's okay, my mum has always taken good care of me.” She smiles at you from across the kitchen and hands the leeks over for Dominique to put into the pan of sauce.

“Anyone you left behind? Any lovers?” Jill asks from beside you, and you miss the way all 3 of the other girls begin to pay closer attention to your answer.

“Unless you count my platonic soul mate, then no just my mum and her.”

“The one who has a crush on me?” Kerstin wiggles her eyebrows, and Viv turns around and whips her with the towel she was using to take the pan warming in the oven out.

“Not everyone has a crush on you, Kerstin.” Dominique sings, not even bothering to turn around and look at the girl.

“Yeah, but, she does. I waved at her and she started blushing.”

“Ever thought that it could've been because the conversation we were having was embarrassing? Or about you? Maybe it's me who has a crush on you!” You widen your eyes to try and prove your point and hold in your laughter when she starts to consider it.

“Do you?” This time it comes from Jill.

“What?”

“Have a crush on her?” Dominique has stopped stirring the pot. Viv has stopped layering the pasta. Kerstin has stopped swinging her legs. Jill has stopped sipping her water.

“Well no. I just met her, that would be silly.” Then the well-oiled machine keeps moving.

The dish is put in the oven, and all five of you sit on the counters facing each other, talking to each other about random nonsense. Kerstin, who moved to sit in front of you, is kicking her legs into yours playfully like a grounding feature keeping your attention on the other girls.

Your phone rings against the table and you pull it out of your back pocket, a message from your mum lighting up the screen. “Sorry, it's my mum.” You say to Viv, who was cut off by the ring. “Oh, no problem.” She goes to start talking again when the egg timer on Dominique's lap begins to bing, signalling the end of the cooking period. Jill and Dominique leap off the counter, Jill to grab glasses and Domi to pull out the dish. You go to jump off yourself, but instead you find yourself stuck between the counter and a very attractive Dutch woman. “Sorry.” Jill apologises - still leaning over you to fill up the glasses with water from the sink behind you. A hand from the side pulls your shoulder until you fall to the side off the counter, Viv winking at you and then brushing her hands over her own cheeks. She mimes “You're blushing,” Then grabs a glass from Jill, who hands you one too and, like Viv, sends you a wink.

Dominique rolls her eyes when she realises what happened. “God, they're all as bad as teenage boys. Don't worry, they'll get bored and stop soon enough.” You don't know whether you look forward to that or not. “Until then, live up to it. Flirt back. Say things to knock them off their pedestals.” She grins.

A/N: There we go, chapter 1! Any feedback is appreciated <33

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It Makes Sense — 1 (out of 2?)

“No… Domi, listen, I di-” Pecco was cut off by another angry yell being spouted by the phone. “Can you actually just listen to me?! Stop fucking screaming over the phone, I can hear you just fine!”

Pecco had been on the phone with her for almost an hour, and for the entirety of that time Bez had been laying on his back, watching the older man through half-lidded eyes. They were oh so busy, and she oh so rudely interrupted them. It was funny though, seeing Pecco pacing a hole through his floor in nothing but his underwear, covered in bite marks and hickeys that most definitely did not come from Domi. It put a sense of pride into Bez knowing that no matter who Pecco was with… it would never be them, always him.

Maybe it was fucked up of him to be so happy about it, maybe it made him a messed up person to be glad that no one else could ever make Pecco feel the way he did. But he didnt care, and it didn't change that it was true.

“Just listen to me! Actually fucking listen! Domizia…” He paused for a moment, the sound of the woman's voice booming through the phone speaker. Bez had never liked Domizia, but he also had never liked any of Pecco's girlfriends. They were always so whiny and annoying. ‘Blah blah blah, you and Bez are too close’ ‘Spend more time with me’ ‘Don’t ditch me for him blah blah blah’. All they did was bitch and moan. It was obnoxious.

“I'm sorry, okay? There is nothing else I can say… I genuinely forgot we had plans and I-” he sounded defeated. “What? …No'' Pecco looked over at Bez, eyes raking over his form. Sitting in his bed, shirtless wearing nothing but tattered old ripped jeans with his piercing shining in from the light of the dim bedroom, a smirk playing at his lips. Pecco looked him dead in his eyes before speaking into the phone. “No, Marco isn't here right now, I haven't talked to him all day.”

It took everything in the man not to laugh his ass off. Pecco could obviously hear the stifled laugh because when he sat down on the bed next to him he slapped his arm, whispering for him to shut up.

“… I’ll talk to you later okay, I swear… No I really gotta go,” Pecco sighed. “Domi, I’ll talk to you later… I need to, like, clean up and stuff, my apartment is a mess, seriously I need to go-”

Before Pecco could stop him, Bez snatched the phone out of his hands, not letting go no matter how much Pecco tried to wrestle it out of his grasp. He hung up just as Pecco got a grip

"Seriously, Bez?" He asked, groaning as he looked at the phone in his hands. "You should've let me finish talking it out with her before you hung up."

“Well if you loved her, I wouldn’t be in your bed right now. If you really cared about her, you wouldn’t be covered in my bite marks and my hickeys.”

“Just shut the fuck up Bez… I have to go do damage control.” Pecco said, trying to get up, Bez quick to pull him back down

“Or… you should just stop thinking about her pathetic ass and stay in bed with me, we could continue what we started...”

“As tempting as that sounds, I need to fix this, I can't have her upset at me for long."

Bez just looked at the other boy, rolling his eyes and sighing, putting Pecco's phone on the bedside table next to him. Leaning over and pressing the other into the bed, ducking his head into the space between his shoulder and neck. “She’s sweet, y’know… She cares about me, treats me well.” Pecco spoke softly.

“Does she?” Bez mumbled, pressing small kisses to his skin, sucking on it lightly.

“Y-yeah… She does.” His voice was quiet and full of breath as Bez's hands started to roam around his body, one settling on his hip and the other rubbing his arm.

“Do you love her, Pecco?”

“…Y-yes”

Bez's fingers dug into his hip as he bit down particularly hard on his shoulder, making him gasp, push his head away, and involuntarily buck his hips all at the same time. “If you love her, why am I the one in your bed right now?”

“Bez…”

“You don’t love her, just like you didn’t love the last one, or the one before that. Because every single time, you end up knocking on my apartment door begging me to-“

“How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up!” Pecco smashed his lips onto the other, setting them for a bruising pace, neither minded though. Nothing was ever gentle between the two of them, always fast and aggressive, maybe that’s what they like about each other. They don’t have to tone anything down, they could be awful and mean and still end up in the same bed afterwards.

“It’s not always me seeking you out, you know…I’m not that fucking desperate” Pecco said pulling away from him. “How many times have you pulled me away from hangouts and texted me during dates trying to get me back at your place?”

“And how many times have you done it? Sure, I’m pathetic for asking, but you’re pathetic for listening.”

“I hate you.” He leaned back in, kissing him feverishly. Bez's hands felt so cold against him while Pecco was on fire, skin a flush red. “How do you want it?”

“Hmm? What’s that?” He leaned down to his jaw, kissing and biting at it as Pecco tried to speak.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Just-… Come on.”

He stopped for a moment, teasing with the notion that he was thinking about it, trying to figure him out, but Bez knew exactly what he was asking.

“Oh, if I’m fucking you or you’re fucking me? Well, why didn’t you say that Pecco?” Bez smiled, and god, it did nothing but piss him off. “I don’t know, I think I have a lot to prove. Make sure you don’t call her back..”

“You petty bitch!” Pecco was laughing until Bez moved his hand to the back of his head, tangling it through the short curls, tightening his fist yanking on the hair in his grasp. “Fuck!” He moaned out, head tilted back and mouth open.

“If I fuck you hard enough you won’t even remember her name, will you?”

“Then actually do it instead of just running your mouth.”

Pecco felt the strong sting of a slap across his cheek, so hard it almost gave him whiplash. “You’re not the one telling me what to do here.” Pecco couldn't help but shudder at the sound of his voice, head still turned to the side as he was breathing heavily. If he wasn't hard before he certainly was now. “Wow… you’re fucking disgusting, arent you? Did you like that, Pecco? You like it when I hit you?”

Suddenly, Pecco wasn't moving, wasn't saying anything, eyes fixed on a patch of the dark blue sheets covering their his bed. Bez's stomach almost did a flip, hearing him so silent, not reacting, he worried for a moment that he might have gone a bit far.

“Amo..”

But his worries dissipated as soon as Pecco lunged forward, pushing Bez down and pressing all his weight onto him.

“You’re the one that likes hitting me, I simply humour you.”

Once again, Bez and Pecco caught each other in a kiss that was closer to eating eachothers faces than anything. The brunette's hand moved lower and lower until his palm rested right over the bulge in Bez's jeans, not quite pressing down, just resting there, teasing at the idea of friction.

Everytime Bez tried to buck his hips into his hands, the other would move it up with him, denying him the satisfaction, smiling into the kiss as he did so. He was growing frustrated, Pecco could feel it by the grip of the other man’s hand in his hair and the way he panted between each kiss while moving his hips up desperately. He moved down close to Bez's ear, whispering softly, with a voice far too angelic for anything the two of them were doing.

“And here I thought you were gonna take control, something about fucking me so hard I forget her name?” Bez gave a shaky exhale at the sound of Pecco's voice, taking a moment to collect himself. “I still remember it pretty well, hell… I still remember the way her pu-“

He was quickly cut off by the hand resting in his hair, yanking him back as the other moved forward, small whimpers escaping this mouth as Bez pulled him farther and farther back.

“Bez, Bez, Bez, please-“ he gave his hair another good tug, whipping his neck back and forth as he whined his name “I didn’t mean to-“

But every time he tried to speak, Bez just pulled harder, pulling until Pecco's hands frantically moved up. His palms resting over his knuckles trying to pry him off and release him from that damn death grip.

Smack.

Another harsh slap, his cock twitching when the calloused hand met the soft skin of his face. his cheek was red, his ears were ringing, and god, did he need Bez to just tear his boxers off and fuck him already. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this… how much longer he would last.

“I bet this could get you off alone couldn’t it? Pulling on your hair and slapping that pretty face of yours.” Bez looked at him as he spoke, his eyes showed nothing but adoration for him, and while looking at him like this, like Pecco had hung every single star up in the sky himself, he reared back his hand adding one more harsh slap to his face.

“CAZZO! Bez, fuck!” Pecco almost squealed, the skin on the right side of his face red and raw, a stark contrast to the left, cool and untouched. Bez's hips twitched and spasmed, bucking at nothing but air.

“Yeah… yeah, I could definitely get you off like this, wouldn’t even have to touch your dick… Bet I wouldnt have to fuck you either.” He chuckled. To anyone else, he looked fucking insane, but to Pecco? He almost looked godly up above him like this, holding him tightly in his grasp as he was groveling at his mercy. Yeah… Bez was a cruel and unforgiving god, a god that Pecco would worship at the altar of every chance he got. “You’re such a whore you know that? Sitting here humping the air while I hit you. Does your girlfriend know you like this shit?”

When Bez moved his hand towards Pecco's face, his whole body tense, ready for another blow to the face. He was surprised by him delicately holding his face, it made his cheeks sting no matter how soft the display was… and god did he love the sting.

“She doesn't…”

“What was that, amo?”

“We don't do shit like this together…”

Bez smiled. “Yeah, I didn't think so, I’m the only one that can give you what you need, aren't I?”

“Dont act so fucking smug-” Bez squeezed the cheek had been abusing all night, digging his short nails into the raw skin.

“Dont be fucking rude!” he released him, his grip on his face gone, and pulling his hand out of his hair. Pecco didn't even realize how harsh the grip was until it was released. His scalp was burning and sore, and his cheek was going to bruise, explaining that was going to be… interesting for sure.

Bez, who was propped up on the bed by his knees, finally began unbuckling his belt, slowly unzipping the fly. “I think… You forget yourself.” His voice was raspy, and filled with nothing but pure amusement. “You are so determined to defy me that you deny yourself of what you want.”

“The fuck are you talk-“ Pecco's jaw was grabbed harshly thus cutting him off.

“Shut the fuck up! Your mouth isn’t good for anything but sucking and moaning. Quit fucking talking!” The grip on Pecco's jaw got tighter as he shook his head back and forth.

“Fuck you.” He managed to choke out

“You can do that next time, it's my turn today.”

“Oh shut up-“

“Suck,” he interrupted quickly, staring straight into his eyes.

“Ask nicely.”

“Fine…” Bez grabbed him, shoving his face down, mouth hovering over the shaft of his dick, close enough he could feel every breath hitting the skin. He grabbed the base, tapping the tip on Pecco's lip. “Please open your mouth and suck my dick like the depraved whore you are.”

“That’s not very nice of you, Marco.” Pecco opening his mouth to speak was his first mistake, Bez taking the opportunity to shove the tip of his cock between his lips and quickly to the back of his throat.

He panicked for a moment, trying to pull off, but Bez's hand ruined every attempt at getting away.

“Stop struggling, stop- calm down and stop being a fucking baby about it.” He didn’t let up, not until Pecco stopped gagging and slapping his hands at his thighs. If he wanted to stop he would pinch. “I’m going to let go now, and you’re gonna bob your head up and down and fucking suck.”

And like that, his hand moved away, granting Pecco a small amount of mercy. It was still hovering in case his head needed a good push. Pecco tried to start off slow, maybe tease a bit, he loved Bez's reaction and how he tried to act less pathetic than he was, resisting the urge to whine and whimper when Pecco's mouth was wrapped around him. But Bez was growing impatient, deciding to start bucking his hips and returning his hand in its favorite place, gripping tightly around Pecco's hair. Well, it was his hands' third favorite place.

The first was around Pecco's neck, watching his face turn a light shade of purple before he finally let up; the second was his cock, when he would continue to jerk him off until he is overstimulated and begging him to let go; and third was his hair, when he could yank him around like his own personal ragdoll.

He continued thrusting his hips, watching his dick as it slowly dragged across his tongue and lips, precum and spit dribbling from his mouth. He could finish like this. It was tempting actually, to shove his head down and cum down his throat, basking in the sounds of him choking and the feeling of him struggling to get away.

He pulled Pecco off by his hair, the brunette breathing heavily, gasping almost. He needed to collect himself, Bez was too close and he didn’t want to fill his mouth, no he wanted to finish inside, he needed to fuck Pecco until he was screaming, and cum inside because goddamnit, he was his. He fucking belonged to him. He pulled his head up, kissing him, tongue licking along his lips.

“Lay… down,” he said between each kiss with him. Moving down to suck a couple more hickeys into the very minuscule amount of unmarked skin covering his body.

When Pecco's head finally hit the pillow, Bez pulled his boxers down.

It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a moment, Pecco looking up at him and Bez looking down, jeans still resting on his hips, fly open and cock out, and Pecco laying on the bed with his boxers bunched around his ankles and his body sprawled out like a figure in a renaissance painting. This was it, this was all he wanted, he was all he wanted.

Bez was terrified, and Pecco could see it on his face too, the lust turning bitter and forming into some sort of dread.

“Marco? You calling it quits?” His voice was soft, of course it was soft, he cared. He saw a shift in Bez's expression because of course he did, he knew Bez in such an intricate way — how could he not? And thinking about that only made it worse. “Let’s just… do this later, yeah?”

“No,” Bez blurted out, his hands holding onto Pecco's hips.

“No?”

“No, we aren’t doing this later, I want to fuck you now.” He pushed it away, it’s what he had to do, he couldn’t think about his damn feelings when all he wanted to feel was Pecco clenching around him when he finally cums.

“Mar-“

“If I wanted to fucking stop, I would’ve said the word. I haven’t, have I?”

“No… You haven’t.”

“Then shut the hell up about it.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, you cunt.” Pecco leaned up to get into his face and was imedetly pushed back down. “If you don’t quit being such an asshole you aren’t fucking me at all.”

Bez just rolled his eyes as he reached over to the nightstand to grab the half empty bottle of lube, they had just gotten it a couple weeks ago and it was almost gone…

“I’m being fucking serious.”

He looked at him a moment, popping the cap open.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Why are you such a bitch about everything?” He complained, squirting a pretty generous amount of the lubricant onto his fingers, not bothering to warm it up before pushing one in.

“Cold! cold cold cold, quit it.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m going to be worse to you next time.” Pecco breathed out, getting used to the feeling as Bez pushed the finger in and out. “You… are going to suffeeeerrr…” His words veered off into a whiny moan when a second finger was added.

“Oh, am I, baby? What’re you gonna do?”

“Gonna… fuck…” The pace of his fingers kept speeding up, making it difficult for Pecco to string a sentence together. “Fuck your face… ‘til you’re crying.”

“Are you?” The third finger was added, this one drew a loud moan out of Pecco, it was beautiful. “Is that all? That’s kinda boring, just until I cry?”

“You know that… collar we got?” That… That’s what made Bez freeze, finger stuck right at the knuckle and eyes a bit wide. If he wasn’t already hard he would have sprung up immediately. “The one with 'Pecco's' engraved on it?”

“I thought we were saving that for a special occasion.”

“I think bending you over in front of me and fucking you until you’re sobbing is pretty special.” It was Pecco's turn to smile at him — still looking so lovely — tan skin against the white sheets, dark bruises and bites littering every inch of his body, despite all that he looked almost innocent. Even when presented to him with his fingers knuckles deep inside curling in whatever direction would make him squirm, he looked sweet.

While talking about putta a fucking collar on him, he looked sweet.

“Getting a bit ahead of ourselves huh?” Bez chuckled out.

“Just preparing for the future.”

Bez considered a fourth for a second, but three was already too many, he knew how much Pecco liked it to hurt. It was just so much fun though, Pecco trying to act so casual while losing his mind just to Bez's fingers. He pulled them out despite every little protest coming from Pecco's mouth.

“Don’t be ungrateful. You are lucky I let you have my fingers.”

“Fuck me.” Pecco gasped out, a hand reaching out to grab Bez's arm.

“Patience.”

“Fuck… me.”

“I said you have to fucking wait a minute. I need to get more lube and-“

“I don’t give a shit about the lube Bez! Fuck me dry for all I care, there's already enough!” Pecco snapped, fingers digging into Bez's arm. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to press your goddamn face into this mattress and fuck you myself.”

If Bez's right hand wasn’t busy wiping the remaining lubricant onto his cock, he would slap the already blooming bruises on his cheek.

So… he used his left hand instead, the pristine and clear cheek being marked red, matching the other.

“You’re so ungrateful, did you know that?” Bez grabbed Pecco's thighs, pushing his legs closer and closer to his shoulders, almost folding him in half, leaving his hole on display. “But your body makes up for it, you don’t gotta worry.”

He pushed just the tip in, barely catching the rim before he pulled it right out, entertained by the way Pecco struggled to keep his breathing consistent and his eyes opened.

“Put it the fuck in!”

Another loud crack of palm against skin sounded through the room. “You think you would learn your fucking lesson, Pecco.”

“Please… Marco… Please fuck me, I need you, I need your cock, I can’t…you have to, please, I’ll do anything, please, fuck.” Tears slipped down Pecco's cheeks as he begged for Bez to fuck him. And he just couldn’t help it then, it was almost like he blacked out and his body started acting on its own. Finally thrusting into him, not taking the time to let Pecco adjust and starting the pace quick and brutal. Fucking into him like he wanted to break him in half, like he wanted to destroy him until he couldn’t move a single muscle.

He held onto Pecco's calves as he plowed into him, Pecco not able to shut up, broken moans echoing through the room.

“God, you are such a whore. You need to quiet down before your neighbours hear you… I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Hmm… Oh… mhmm!”

“Can’t even speak, can you? Is it that good? Do you just love my cock that much?” He didn’t slow down, not even when his hand snaked between Pecco's thighs to run his fingers along the shaft of his cock, lightly caressing it. “Aw, you still haven’t been touched yet have you? I bet you’re really pent up aren’t you? Do you want me to touch your dick, amore?”

Pecco's brain was fuzzy, he could barely focus on the world around him, let alone the words being spoken to him, but he nodded his head.

“Words, use them,” Bez croaked out, his pace faltering the closer he got to the edge. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”

“Yes… y-yes, yes, please touch, tou- fuck, oh fuck, Bez, god! Yes, touch my co- Jesus fuck!” He could barely get the sentence out, and that meant Bez was doing it right.

“That’s so pathetic.”

“Bez…”

“Begging just for me to touch you?”

“You told me to!” Pecco almost whined at him, as Bez borderline laughed at him.

“Mhm, and you listened like a good little bitch, didn’t you, Pecco?” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard buck of his hips, his dick hitting Pecco's prostate head-on, making him cry out in pleasure. It didn’t help that Bez finally held on to his cock, squeezing the base of it as he fucked him. Pecco was not going to finish first, Bez would make sure of it. He needed to know that his body wasn’t his own, it wasn’t his girlfriends either, no. It was Bez's. His property and most prized possession.

“Mar… Marco, it fucking hurts!”

“I know, just give me a minute, I’m almost there, baby, I promise.” He kissed him, not hungrily like it had been this whole time, not with aggression or overbearing control but, with a softer passion, the two pairs moving together in the softest gesture of the whole night. Maybe that’s what did it, that small little fantasy in Bez's head that they had more kisses like that, kisses that lingered just for the sake of closeness and not because they needed something to fulfill their bodies needs. Maybe that’s what got Bez to finally cum… or maybe it’s the way Pecco's hole clenched around his cock and he moaned into his mouth as he pulled away… It was probably the second one.

“Fuck… Shit, oh my… Pecco, baby, you are something.” He was so busy riding out his orgasm, thrusts slowing down as he came down, that he forgot about the hand wrapped around Pecco's weeping cock. And the way he squirmed and groaned, begging for him to let go and jerk him off. “Oh, yeah… You need to get off, too. You wouldn’t mind if I just left you like this, would you?

It was a joke, but Pecco obviously wasn’t in the mood to take Bez's shit. His hands moved up to dig into Bez's scalp and pulled his face close, noses touching.

“I don't give a shit if it's your birthday

I will fucking. Kill. You.”

Bez gulped, staring right into Pecco's dark brown eyes. “Hot.”

Pecco sighed, throwing his head back into the pillow, and that’s when he started moving his hand, slowly rubbing his thumb over the slit. He unfolded him and rested his legs on his shoulders. Moving down to take the tip of Pecco's cock into his mouth and suck on it. Tongue swirling around it, encouraged by Pecco's hand resting in his hair and moaning out at every slight movement. He didn’t take the whole thing, using his hand to jerk him off until he was cumming.

Pecco's hips spasmed as he came, screaming out and digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands until Bez pulled off with the most obnoxious popping noise.

“Be… Bez…”

He fucking swallowed it.

“Hm?”

“Apple juice.”

Bez stopped in his tracks, as he was pulling away from Pecco and setting his legs down.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Want it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to drink water after getting your brains fucked out?”

“Yeah, but… I want fucking apple juice.”

“Fine, whatever, I’ll get you apple juice.” He rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing the box of tissues to throw at Pecco so he could clean himself up while he went to the kitchen.

When he came back in, Pecco was still sitting naked on the bed, now with his phone in hand and a serious look on his face, his head shot up when Bez walked in.

“I'm gonna propose.” the brunette whispered, sighing as he sat his phone down and grabbed his glass. “Christmas Eve, I'm gonna propose..”

“Yeah, okay Pecco.” he laughed, flopping onto the bed next to him.

“I am.” Pecco sat up, looking down at Bez "We can't keep doing this, we're both boys.c

"And?" Bez hummed, closing his eyes "Doesn't stop you from loving my cock."

"Bez. She's a girl, it makes sense for me to propose. This- Us. It doesn't make sense."

He just hummed, he didn't believe him.

Pecco had rehearsed his speech a hundred times in his mind, but standing here now, in front of Domizia in the same place they had their first date, the words felt heavier. It was Christmas Eve, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air, and the lights from the buildings around them softly illuminated the streets.

Pecco’s breath came out in small, misty clouds as he tried to steady himself. Domizia was bundled up in a patterned scarf, her cheeks pink from the chill, eyes sparkling with the same love and warmth she had always shown him.

He reached into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against the small velvet box. Everything about this moment was perfect, yet his chest felt tight. The words he had planned seemed to tangle in his throat. But he had made his choice. This was right. It made sense.

"Domizia," he began, his voice low but firm, "I’ve been thinking about us, about everything we’ve been through. You’re my everything, the one person who’s always been there for me."

She smiled softly, stepping closer, her gloved hand gently brushing his arm. "Francesco, you’re making me nervous," she teased lightly, her breath visible in the cool air.

He chuckled, but it didn’t ease the tension building inside him. Slowly, he pulled out the ring box and knelt down on one knee, the city lights casting a warm glow on the ring nestled inside. Domizia’s eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped.

“I love you, Domizia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Pecco said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Domizia’s eyes filled with tears, her face lighting up with pure joy. She nodded eagerly, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Sì, sì, of course!"

He slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling a strange mix of relief and weight as she threw her arms around him. The world around them felt distant, the noise of the city fading into the background as they embraced. This was the future he had chosen—the life that made sense. But even as Domizia held him tightly, Pecco couldn’t shake the lingering shadow of what he was leaving behind. The man he was leaving behind.

Pecco’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he and Domizia walked through the softly lit streets, her arm linked through his. She was glowing with happiness, showing off the ring to every passerby who glanced their way. But behind his smile, Pecco felt a storm brewing within him.

He knew what he had to do next. It was inevitable, like a slow-moving train heading toward its destination. His heart ached with the weight of it, the reality of the promise he had just made pressing down on him. He glanced at his watch, the cold metal against his wrist grounding him as they reached the hotel.

“Should we go in?” Domizia asked, her eyes hopeful, her hand resting on his chest. She had no idea of the inner turmoil twisting inside him.

Pecco leaned down and kissed her softly. “I need to take care of something, amore. I’ll be back later.”

She pouted playfully but nodded, trusting him. As she always did. “Don’t be too long, okay? I want to wake up with you.”

He kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that almost broke him. “I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as Domizia disappeared into the building, Pecco let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The tension that had been coiling inside him since the moment he proposed began to unravel, but only slightly. The warmth of her embrace still lingered on his skin, yet it didn’t bring the comfort it should have. Instead, it felt like a reminder of the weight he had just tied himself to — a weight that felt both safe and suffocating at once.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached into his coat pocket, fishing out his phone. For a moment, he stared at the screen, his mind racing. He had just promised his future to Domizia, but here he was, heart pounding, thinking of someone else. Someone who had always been in the background, in the shadows of his decisions, but never fully gone.

Pecco's fingers hovered over the keyboard, doubt creeping in. But he couldn’t stop himself. Not this time. He needed to see him, to feel that familiar rush that always came when they were together—the pull that kept dragging him back, no matter how hard he tried to resist.

With a quick breath, he typed out the words before he could second-guess himself any further.

"I need to see you."

"Now."

He hesitated for the briefest of moments before pressing send, knowing that whatever came next, there was no turning back.

Bez was waiting at Pecco and Domizia’s house, leaning against the doorframe when Pecco arrived. His posture was casual, but his eyes told a different story — darker than usual, shadowed with something Pecco couldn’t quite place. It was a look he knew all too well. It was a mix of anger, hurt, and anticipation, as if Bez had been waiting for this moment with an intensity that mirrored the weight of Pecco's own dread. They had been dancing around this conversation for too long, and tonight, neither could avoid it.

Pecco barely had time to close the door behind him before Bez pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was more desperate than passionate. It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was demanding, a collision of need and frustration, of all the things they hadn’t said. It was familiar, the way Bez’s mouth moved against his, the way their bodies fit together, like the hundreds of times they had done this before. Pecco responded instinctively, his hands finding their way to Bez’s back, pulling him in as close as he could, as if proximity might make everything easier to understand, as if being together like this could make the rest of the world disappear.

They stumbled toward the couch, breath mingling with quiet gasps as their hands roamed over each other. Bez’s fingers threaded through Pecco’s hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down his spine, a whine escaping as Bez's lips moved to press against Pecco’s neck. For a brief, stolen moment, it was as if everything was right again, as if nothing had changed between them. The familiar heat between them was still there, burning with the same intensity that always brought them back to each other, no matter how many times they tried to walk away.

But even as Pecco lost himself in Bez’s touch, his mind was racing. The ring on Domizia’s finger felt like a lead weight in his pocket, a constant reminder of the choice he had made tonight. A choice that had no place in this room, no place in the way Bez made him feel. He wanted to forget everything, to drown in the fire between them, to let Bez’s hands and lips burn away the guilt that gnawed at him. But he couldn’t.

He gently pushed Marco back, his chest heaving as he tried to find the words. Marco’s brow furrowed in confusion, his hands still gripping Pecco’s shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Marco asked, his voice low, almost fearful. "You didn't pinch me?"

Pecco pulled away, standing up and reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out the velvet box, flipping it open to reveal the ring no longer nestled inside. Marco’s eyes widened in shock as he processed what Pecco was saying.

“This…” Pecco began, his voice thick with emotion, “this can never happen again.”

Bez looked up at him, his eyes searching Pecco’s face, trying to understand. “You’re- You really went through with it?”

Pecco nodded, closing the box and placing it back in his pocket. “I asked her tonight. She said yes.”

Bez laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he stood up. “So, that’s it? You’re just going to walk away from everything we had? From us? Seriously?”

Pecco felt his throat tighten, but he forced himself to meet Bez's gaze. “I can’t keep doing this, Bez. We can’t keep doing this. Domi… she’s my future. She’s the one I’m supposed to be with.”

“And what am I, then? A mistake?” Bez's voice was shaking, hurt. “Just some phase you had to get out of your system? Just testing the fucking faggot waters before settling down with some slut?”

“Don't call her that,” Pecco said quickly, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to cup Bez's face. “No, Marco, you were never a mistake. But we both knew this day would come. It had to.”

Bez closed his eyes, leaning into Pecco’s touch for just a moment longer before pulling away. “So, that’s it. We’re done?”

Pecco swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. We’re done.”

They stood there in silence, the weight of the moment settling over them like a heavy blanket. Finally, Bez turned and walked toward the door, pausing just before he stepped out.

“I hope she makes you happy, amore,” Bez said quietly, not turning around. “I really do.”

And then he was gone, leaving Pecco standing alone in the dark apartment, the echo of their goodbye lingering in the air.

Marco hadn’t felt this hollow in a long time. The familiar warmth of Vale's ranch — usually his favorite place to be during the holidays — felt like an emotional landmine this year. He couldn’t bear the thought of facing Pecco and Domi, watching them bask in the glow of their engagement while everyone celebrated around them.

It wasn’t just the usual holiday gathering. It was their Christmas now, the first of many where they’d be the center of attention, smiling and sharing their happiness with the world. And Bez? He’d be on the sidelines, forced to swallow the bitterness gnawing at his insides.

So he stayed away. He made excuses — something about needing time to rest, needing space. Valentino had tried to convince him otherwise, even sent a few messages asking if he was okay. Bez brushed it off with half-hearted responses, knowing that even Vale couldn’t pull him out of this one.

Instead of the ranch, he spent Christmas alone in his apartment. The quiet was suffocating, a far cry from the usual lively chaos of his racing family. He tried distracting himself with movies, but they all felt meaningless. Even riding, his usual escape, couldn’t fill the void. Everything seemed to loop back to Pecco — his laughter, his touch, his promises.

He imagined them at the ranch, the others surrounding Pecco and Domizia with congratulations. He could see Domizia holding out her hand, showing off the ring, while Pecco stood proudly beside her. That image stung more than any crash ever had.

[stormoflina]

Regarding szobo and Trent’s friendship. I think it’s one of those situations when u are an introvert person and friendship dies down. Not saying they not friends anymore obviously are. However, compare his friendships with other people like Jude he publicly shows support to Jude and Jude does the same if not more to trent tbh😂 he comments on every single Trent’s post. Trent doesn’t mind being seen on camera with Jude hence england content and story reposts . Where as Trent doesn’t like szoboszlai posts anymore for long time or comment in months either. I know Jude trent are a lot closer friendship wise but I think Trent did see comments and now you can tell he doesn’t like being seen on camera with szobo anymore even when szobo tries so hard to walk with him/grab his attention Trent ignores it and doesn’t want to be in same picture frames either or in training too he always purposely makes sure he isn’t. I don’t think they are as close as some think they are in my opinion anymore. Like Trent publicly shows so much love to ramsdale madders Jude hendo ect where as with szobo he hasn’t since September

Ngl, reading this kinda broke my DomiTrent heart 💔

I will have to disagree on the part where you say Trent purposely tries to avoid being seen with Domi on camera / avoids him. If you look at the fancams and bts stuff, they are still very much glued together. Trent seems image- conscious, but I don't think to this level. Yeah, he's an introvert, but he also seems like a kind, nice person, so I don't think he would do this.

It's also important to highlight that obviously Trent is going to be different with all the people you have listed. They have known each other for years and are national teammates. That's such a significant part, sharing the same nationality, speaking the same language, having been brought up in the same culture. Domi is also very different, much more relaxed around his national teammates. We joke around a lot about how he is being a "beg" around Trent, because to the naked (and DomiTrent focused,lol) eye he's totally acting like that, but , okay hold on.

I think I'm about to get a bit defensive here 😭

So Trent's mother tongue being English, him still in his boyhood club, playing for England, those are such huge advantages that players like Dominik will never get. I think it just doesn't show, because he speaks fine English and moves around like a very, naturally confident person. But still, to someone who has followed the Hungarian NT for years, he is almost weirdly """"shy"""" in some of the lfc content. You can tell English is his least strongest language and that he knows he is basically a little nobody in Liverpool.

Okay, Hungarian tax over lol. So, I think if any of the 'they are being forcefully separated' stuff is true, in any shape or form, it's probably only the sm team making a choice to not throw them under the bus for engagement basically. They obviously get along well, most likely not life-long besties, they have only known each other for like what, 6 months? But I like seeing them together, and especially with comments like the one, where Dominik said he often feels lonely moving to England, then saying how Trent was the first one to ask him out to hang out? That's so sweet!

Sorry for the long answer, I think I just really feel for Dominik in this scenario you raised, because he is even posting his dog, who technically is not even his dog anymore, so I just feel bad for him 😭

[xxsweetoothxx]

Want to draw @sweetpayaso's clown boy Caketopper for a while just cause he looks fun to draw. Also have been meaning to draw more OC stuff anyway. I noticed some small similarities between him and Domi so mixed the idea and got the Pink haired Transmasc clowns talking about their respective monochromatic pointy nosed giant killer toy clown crushes.

Also color version below the cut.

Also noticed a few other similarities while doing this and looking for Caketopper reference

Like I noticed Cade has a lil cherry pin in his non clown outfits and coincidentally I also give Domi things that have a cherry theme when I'm just doodling him.

Dunno if these two would actually get along but the drawing was a cute fun idea!

[kloppinthekop]

Have you ever wondered if among trent/jude/dom there is someone who is jealous type? Or are all of them like that? I feel trent & jude could be but not domi.

How do they deal with jealousy? And what are the stuff that turns them green with envy?

Oh good question, @lfcgirl23! 🌙 Hmmmm I feel like they’d all be jealous but in slightly different ways/to different degrees. I’ll start with Domi because he’s a Scorpio, and as a fellow Scorpio I feel like maybe I have some insights there (or maybe I’m just projecting, haha).

♏️ I feel like Domi would love very deeply, and he gets tunnel vision once he finds someone he really likes/loves. It’s a love that borders on obsession- but not necessarily in a toxic way. He wants to be so close, so intimate, that it would almost be like them becoming one person. So naturally, if he gets any inkling or suspicion that someone else is hitting on his partner, or that his partner’s eye might be straying, he would immediately try to find out exactly what is going on and try to shut it down. He’d set firm boundaries, and stick to them. He’d rather end a relationship than be strung along like a puppet on a string. If you cheat on him, it’s over immediately- no second chances: it’s just done, and he will cut off all contact. He is the type to hold onto a grudge for a lifetime, even after the other person has long forgotten or forgiven. The flip side of this is that he is intensely loyal—as soon as he’s in a serious relationship, that’s it for him: his heart will never stray once he properly falls in love with someone (that someone being Trent in my head, obviously).

♎️ With Trent, he’s a Libra—he is a bit flirty with multiple people (albeit awkwardly flirty, haha), so he really is in no position to be judging others… But, the other factor that goes against that is how incredibly competitive he is about everything. He almost views love as another playing field—not that he treats it only as a game, but that he always wants to win, be the best. So if he thinks that his partner isn’t fully invested in just him, he’s going to be pretty annoyed. He probably wouldn’t confront the situation head-on, at least not at first—he would likely try to drop subtle hints, would probably be a brat about it, starting little fights or changing up his behavior in order to signal that he is not happy with being ignored/treated second best. For Trent, love is about quality time together—so if you start cancelling dates or flaking on him, that’s when the jealousy kicks in. He doesn’t want to appear like he is jealous, because that could be seen as a weakness, but inside it’ll just rankle his spirit until eventually there’s a big argument and he has to finally admit that he is, in fact, susceptible to jealousy.

♋️ I don’t know enough about Jude to give an extended analysis, but if we’re just going off vibes/star sign, he’s a little more laidback at first when it comes to relationships, having fun and vibing on dates—but once he is serious with someone, he (like Domi) is very loyal. He is used to getting what he wants (and to be fair, he puts in the work to earn it), and any real relationship he’d be in would be no different. His star sign is Cancer (a water sign like Domi), so he feels very deeply, but he’s less intense than a Scorpio would be. He’s a bit of a sensitive soul—not as a weakness, but more in the sense that he has a lot of love to give, and just wants to be loved as much in return. He loves physical touch, would love to cuddle constantly and play with his partner’s hair. He’d be green with envy if he saw his partner touching someone else, especially if he suspects that it’s something beyond just a friendly pat on the shoulder or a goodbye hug. Jealousy for him looks a lot like heartbreak, a lot of trying to hold back tears but ultimately breaking down and crying. But if it’s real love, he’s willing to work through his feelings and make things work out.

𓂃₊ ⊹ Thanks for the ask! ✨

[neversetyoufree]

I saw that you said you don’t read much VNC fanfiction, but of what you have read, do you have any recs?

In general, anything by fl4nel is probably an absolute banger imo. I have three (3) user subscriptions on Ao3, and they're one of them. Blood and Thunder is a fandom classic if you want a starting point, but their less popular fics are just as good. Their writing style is absolutely gorgeous, and they nail the sort of tension that good canonverse vanoé fic requires.

I'm also fond of fortuna, choosing sides by leovenus and you're the one (i think i'll regret this) by coffeebiscuits.

It's probably becoming clear by now that my favorite genre of vnc fic is more or less canon compliant oneshots in which vanoé pine and yearn and want each other without ever fully acting on that tension. Unfulfilled yearning that you can't voice would be Vanitas's middle name if he had one. And anyway, both of the above fics do that specific thing very well. There's a certain similar mood that they both capture.

To be entirely honest, beyond that, the vnc fic I read/reread most often is my own An Act of Trust. Might be mildly tacky to self-promo on a rec list, but I unabashedly love that fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I think it's pretty solid, and if you want a taste of what I like in vnc fic, it's incredibly self indulgent in that regard.

For the rest of y'all, feel free to drop your own recs in the replies. Esp if y'all have recommendations for any good Domi and/or Jeanne centric stuff.

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Dresses, Suits and Cakes (part 30)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Dominik and you went out again to eventually find the perfect dress, this time without any complications. In the meantime Rhea was out on her own, not to find a dress, but a suit.

She didn't want to wear a dress, as everyone would expect a bride to do. She wanted to break the standards and what could be better than wearing a suit to a wedding as a female.

But not just any suit, Rhea wanted a unique one. So she went to the tailor she trusted most and known for years and explained to him exactly what she was visioning.

After that she went to look at some black/purple and gothic-themed deco. After all it should fit her style and she already asked you, who didn't have a problem with having a black/purple-ish wedding. You actually really liked the idea.

And as that was done and she gathered some ideas she went to pick you up, hoping you and Dom would be done by now and you could go taste some cakes.

'hey, you done by now?' she texted Dom.

'ye almost I think, why?' he replied

'cause I wanna pick her up to taste some cakes'

'ooh damn I think we just found the perfect dress, hell Yeah she' s looking goood'

'DOMINIK! DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAAT😭'

'😂😘'

Rhea huffed as she read the message and hopped into her car. But she had to chuckle a little, Dom knew exactly how to tease her when it came to her girlfriend.

She drove off and arrived at your and Dom's location about half an hour later. She found you, again, eating ice cream. "Hey baby" you say and hug her, kissing her cheek lightly.

"I see you got some ice cream there" Rhea smirks. You grin and shake your head "it s okay, take it" you chuckle. "I'm not gonna steal it from you! I just want a taste" she states and takes your ice.

"So" Rhea licks on the ice "where's the dress?" she asks and you take back your ice cream from her. "it's in my car" Dominik says. "why? I wanna see it" your girlfriend pouts a little.

"You said it yourself sweetie, you're not supposed to see it until the actual wedding" you tease her and blow her a kiss. Rhea huffs and takes your ice cream again. "Hey" you exclaim and Dom laughs.

"Come on now, if I can't see the dress I at least want to taste cakes!" Rhea says and starts making her way to where she parked her car. "Ooh can I come with you? I love cakes!" Dominik asks excitedly.

"No!" Rhea turns around "you were mean to me and mean boys don't get to taste cakes!" and she walks off again. Now was your time to laugh at him "come on Dom, you have my permission"

He lets out a happy squeal and runs to his car, before he enters he turns around shouting "Thank youu". You chuckle and wave it off, heading to Rhea's car.

You arrive at the bakery and get out. "Hey, I said you aren't allowed to come" she dares Dominik "Hey calm down babe, I told him it's okay. We all know it's a joke from your side anyway, isn't it?"

"Of course it is" Rhea breaks character "come here domi-boi" she holds her arm out for him and he happily accepts the little hug.

You enter the building and get taken to a table where they already put some cards with different cake options and stuff. "Here you go, you can take a look and then tell us what you would like to taste" the waitress says.

"Okay, thank you" you smile at her. You take a seat and start looking through the cards. "Do you want to go for a more chocolaty or fruity cake?" Dom asks.

"I don't know, they're both good in their own ways.." you and Rhea say simultaneously and chuckle. "Okay, more to taste, I don't mind" Dom grins. Rhea shakes her head smiling, that was so typical Dom!

You order some samples and taste them all, eventually deciding to go for a dark chocolate cake, with dark chocolate frosting and cherries inside. Dominik didn't get to do much except eating cake, but he didn't complain. Why should he? He's as happy as ever.

"Can you make it three layers, coated in black with a purple, kinda waistband and some edible flowers and.. And I want the judgement day logo on it cause I know it's important to my fiancée and.. And I want two brides on top!"

You go on and on, excited to get your dream wedding cake. But before you walk out Rhea wishes to speak to the bakers alone, telling them to give one of the brides, her, a suit.

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Part 30. Is it normal to get tired of writing sometime and feeling like it's some kind of burden, like you have to do it because people expect you to?

Anyway, here's the taglist: @babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000 @nox-fire

[euniexenoblade]

quick q- which lovense do you have, and would you recommend it? much appreciated,

tgirl who wants more toys

i have the edge 2 (prostate massager), it's great i love it. It does slip out if I don't pay attention to it, but that's probably cuz my hole is just like that now. if you like prostate stuff/genuinely like anal i think this is good cuz it's effective. if fucking with your prostate never does anything for you then maybe dont go for it? this is the one i used whenever i posted all my silly posts. 10/10 for me.

i also have the edge 2 (buttplug), but this one 1) has issues staying connected to bluetooth? idk if mine's just defective or the tech is just not as solid as the stuff in the massager and 2) i've recently sorta realized that i'm not a big fan of plugs! it's kinda not my thing anymore. if you like buttplugs id say it's probably worth it, but mine honestly hasnt been used much. 3/10

and then i also have the calor, which was a fun way to experiment with other toys i've never messed with before. it's fun! I like it! I'd give it maybe a 6/10? Like it's fun and cool but my issues with it are its the sort of toy thats kinda like, weird to hand control of to someone else. not that it can't be made to be hot but like, the nature of this type of toy is a little silly for that. i kinda wish i got the domi instead, a wand that can be controlled by someone else is a far better idea. i've seen it first hand when a gf and i controlled another girl's domi and teased her over call. it seems more of a fun way to get off. the calor, and this type of toy in general, are just inferior to a good wand (ie. a hitachi) imo. like im glad i got it, i do use it every now and then but i gotta be in a specific mood.

i also really would like to one day get the gemini (nipple clamps). the aforementioned girl who gets played with has them and taking turns messing with her was a lot of fun and i really think i'd like to try that out

[4fifiandtheflowertots4]

The House of the Dutch

PART 2

You'd already decided you were going to like it here, but having your suspicions confirmed made you smile. Your bedroom walls had been painted, new furniture had been delivered (You're still waiting for a chair in the living room) and you found solace after a long day in the girls you were quickly becoming close with. Your favourite part of day was getting home from training and helping to make dinner. You alternated who decided and who ran the kitchen, Kerstin becoming your sou-chef as Dominique kept her ban against her and the kitchen. 

Tonight, however, was different. Downstairs Domi and Viv and Jill (and Kerstin had probably managed to weasel her way into helping) were cooking and you were stuck in your room. After receiving an angry message from your university complaining that you hadn't attended a lecture in too long, you took the night to force yourself to stare at the screen and listen. You were hoping the strong smell of the paint might take the edge off a bit, sure that you'd read online that paint had enough chemicals in to ‘relax the muscles’.

You laugh to yourself at the thought before trying to refocus your attention on where the lousy professor was wittering on about something or other. It's only when your name is called that you really start to focus. Half the people had already left and you assumed it was the end of the lecture. “You're 4 pieces behind.” He says to you, and you frown. “No I'm not. I keep up with my work. If I had an assignment set I would have been notified and completed within the next couple of days. I haven't had a notification in weeks. I assumed you had been doing other stuff instead.”

“If you ever joined the lectures you would know.” He states, very matter-of-factly. “And this doesn't change the fact that you're 4 assignments behind.”  You frown. You can't remember seeing a notification indicating that any work had been set and you've never missed an essay before. You try to think back and- Oh. That very annoying beep that interrupted you're Mario Kart the other week. “I'm sorry. They'll be done within the next two weeks, promise.”

“You know the rules. If you're more than 6 assignments behind I have the right to kick you off the course, Miss.” You rub your hands up and down your face. 

“Of course. I'm sorry again.” Your professor leaves the call and you slump down into the chair. You definitely didn't need this now.

You were getting started by City, scoring goals most games and assisting on the others. You groan, leaning back so far you almost tumble off the chair. It's then that a knock echoes around the room and you twist your head to see who it is. You wait for them to come in, slowly realising they're waiting for permission. That rules out Kerstin. “Come in!” You call and Viv peaks her head around the door. “Hey. Dinners ready, if you're ready.” She says, then hurrying out: “If you're not, we can leave it in the oven to stay warm and we'll wait to eat it with you.” 

You shake your head, smiling at the thoughtfulness from the girl. “No, it's alright. I'm finished on the call.” She nods and turns back out of the door. You shut down your laptop and follow her down the stairs, your blood still curdling as you try and consider a time you might have to do 2, 5000 word, essays and 2 projects Kerstin cheers when you appear, patting the chair next to her. Jill walks in with the dish of the day and sits at the head of the table, Domi opposite Kerstin and Viv opposite you. 

As much as the food looks delicious (A traditional Dutch soup and garlic bread) you poke it about, your appetite gone since earlier.

Jill looks at you questioningly. “Do you not like it?” She tries to disguise the slight waver in her voice. 

“Oh! It's lovely, it's really nice.. I just.. am not hungry.” You say, smiling at her and kicking her gently under the table so she knows you mean it. You were going to withhold your troubles as to not worry the others, but they already knew your academic ability (or lack of). “I have a bunch of work to do for my uni and not much time to do it. I'm really far behind and my professor is threatening to kick me off the course. I can't cope with it.”

 “How much work?” Dominique asks from across the table.

“2 5000 word essays and 2 pieces of artwork - 1 of those has to be an animation.” You huff, and push the soup over to Kerstin who has been eying it up since you said you weren't hungry.

“I'm really sorry. I might have to sacrifice all our evenings for the next couple of weeks to get it finished. Starting now.” You get up from your seat, ignoring the sad smile from Viv to prevent the guilt from getting to you. You climb back up the stairs and return to your work area where your laptop waits. Staring at the screen, you try to decide what's best to do first. The animation will take ages. The essays are so boring. You have no inspiration to do the art. You slump at your desk again. 

After about 30 minutes of deliberation, you start on the piece of art, the most overdue of them all. The assignment aim was to create a portrait in an animation form, recognisable to a popular animated show. Instantly, you were stumped.  Time for some procrastination.

You pull out your phone and begin to scroll through Instagram, a couple of racist jokes, a grwm and a prank doing nothing but boring you further. Then there's one of those videos that everyone sees. “First 5 images on your phone define you as a person” nothing could be more boring than this. You open your camera roll. The first picture was one of your best friend, your mum and your dog, sent to you the other day with an ‘I miss u’ message at the bottom. That makes you smile. The next from last Friday, when you went for coffee with Jill at this new place you'd found. It was meant to just be your drink, to put on your story but behind she had snuck in and photo bombed your ideal Instagram shot. She had her tongue stuck out to the side, her eyes criss-crossed and eyebrows bent. Despite her funny face you still find yourself admiring her beauty. You curse yourself. The image after was not a photo, but a video holding a pristine picture of Kerstin dancing with Kiwi in her arms to the circle of life, from Lion King. Viv is laughing in the background, and Myle the dog is barking at the scene. You laugh along with the scene, Kerstin relishing being the centre of attention. She's smiling and its completely magnetic.The next is a photo of Viv wrapped in her city coat, slightly shivering after being taken off at the 60th minute mark. She's curled around you for warmth and you're laughing slightly. Her nose is red at the tip, her cheeks a similar colour. Even now, however many days in the future you feel the need to put your hands on her cheeks to warm her up. The fifth photo is one of Dominique wearing her specialised oven gloves, 'chef Domi' written across the front (apparently a birthday present from last year, you suppose from Kerstin) she has one of her hands pressed against Jill's front, pinning her against the fridge. The other is pointing best she can with the big mittens on her fingers. You remember the moment perfectly, Jill skipping in after a bit of media work she had to do, smelling the cookies you and Domi had just whisked up and instantly trying to pinch some. Having gotten past the first line of defence, you, she managed to get round Dominique when she had her back turn. Just as she'd spun her finger around the bowl, collecting some of the batter, Domi had turned and pushed her against the wall. Despite still being in fits of giggles from where you'd been tickled to the ground, you'd managed to nab a picture, luckily for Jill, just before she'd turned an embarrassingly obvious red. Clearly, you weren't the only one who found the whole ordeal hot.

Still smiling down at your phone, the inspiration seemed to circle the pen you used to draw on your iPad. You started by drawing a bright red 'animated' sofa, then beginning to create a quick sketch of a yellow version of yourself. You're sat right in the middle, then there's a dog by your feet, a perfect creation of your own little pup. To your left, your mama and each feature that makes her special, especially her butterfly tattoo. To your right, your best friend from home, holding a coffee and doing a peace sign with her free hand. Now you were stuck. You knew what you wanted to do but the positioning you were going to find very hard. Deciding who goes where while still maintaining symmetry was turning out to be a real challenge, especially when your stupid overthinking head is considering each placement a ranking of who was your favourite. A long with the fact that the positioning of each person decided how close you were with each of them, not wanting to confuse anybody for the extent of your relationship with any of them (even though you wished you had that extent with someone). For the however manyth time that day, you huffed. You grab your iPad and unplug it, the days activities taking its toll but you force yourself to continue the work. You crawl into your bed and stick your earphones in, blocking the world and it's issues out. You begin to draw again and the initial sketches of your four girls begin to paint themselves across the screen. Seeing them all in yellow makes you smile, allowing for some imperfections and missed features - especially for your first draft.

Your so far into your own world you don't hear your door open, or footsteps lead towards your bed. It'd only when a weight falls at your feet that you look up, seeing Viv sat at the foot of the bed. You quickly pull your earphone out.

"Hey, Love. How's the work going?" You blush at the affectionate pet name despite knowing the innocent intentions. "I brought food!" She waves the chocolate bar in front of her own face, making you smile.

"I've done the first draft of my drawing. It's all in 'The Simpsons' style." You grin at the thought of the 7 yellow people drawn onto your canvas. "I would say it's going well, but it shouldn't have taken 4 hours to draw a first draft."

"Can I see it?" Viv asks, and you pat the bit of mattress next to you. She scoots up and you bring up your latest drawing while ahe cracks open the chocolate. She stifles a laugh when she gets a look at it, but you can tell it's not in judgement. She points at Kerstin first and that makes you laugh with her. "She is never living this down-" she manages between her laughs and you're both keeling over again. You fall into Viv breathlessly, your head on her lap as she tried to control the laughter. Her hand, however, was already combing through your hair gently. Eventually, the giggles turn into breathy intakes of air, her heart rate returning to normal. "You know it's quite late, right?" She says from above you, her hand never faltering on its movement. She hands you 3 squares of chocolate and you take it, quickly realising how hungry you'd got and having a bite. Then you roll to look at her and instantly admire the way the peeking moon manages to catch her eyes.

"Yeah. I'm alright - just going to have to push a bit harder tomorrow." You try to give her your most reassuring smile.

"Don't work yourself too hard. In fact, I think it's time for bed for you." Viv pulls your iPad from your hands, laying it on the bedside table, moving the chocolate with it. "Do you want me to stay with you for a bit, while you fall asleep?"

Cursing the blush on your cheeks, you grin at her and nod. She manages to haul you off her lap and onto the pillow next to her legs. She (unfortunately for you) stays sitting up and picks up a book that she'd left on the end of your bed upon entrance. Her hand returns to your hair, though, and through each twist and pull you can sense each emotion the book it providing her and you wish it always this easy to read the girl. With that, you feel your eyelids dropping, and with one last look at Viv, fall fast asleep.

When you wake, it's because of another Myle vs Kiwi battle, taking place just outside your door. By the sounds of it, nobody is going to fix it so you pull back the covers and crawl shove your feet into the slippers waiting. At the lack of a second presence, you assume Viv managed to slip away when you fell asleep - now asleep in her own room and ignoring the raucus caused by her puppy. You open the door to your bedroom, picking up the first animal you can (Kiwi) and give a pat to Myle, throwing her toy downstairs for her. You smuggle your new friend back into the warmth you'd created, checking the time on your alarm and pulling out your iPad for the extra couple of hours you have at waking early. For sustenance, you break another square of chocolate off and begin to change a couple of things you'd done in your tired state last night - making sure your depiction of Kerstin was a little kinder.

With Kiwi sat on your lap, you crack on with the drawing, allowing the sun to rise and peek through the curtains left slightly ajar in your haste to shut them. You manage to get more time drawing than you expected, only being disturbed by a sleepy looking Kerstin in skippers and pajamas. "Hey have you seen- Kiwi!" She spots the cat and runs over and launches herself towards the cat - towards you - onto your lap. She begins to mutter to the cat something incoherent, stroking her under the chin.

Then Kerstin looks up at you and smiles sheepishly, a warm blush on her cheeks. "Sorry. I couldn't find her, normally she's scratching on my door for cuddles."

"Yeah, no, that's fine." You try to get over the unfortunate positioning of the long muscular limbs of the other Dutch girl. "Her and Myle were squabbling again. Kiwi was the first I got to. I'm sorry."

You realise Kerstin is paying no attention to you when she reaches up and pokes your cheek. She starts to grin. "This lighting is rather flattering of your features, dare I say?"

Raising your eyebrows at her, you catch her finger as it goes for another prod. "Are you suggesting I don't look flattering in other lights, Casparij?" She must have given herself whiplash with the extent of her head shaking.

"No! No, I mean, every light you look stunning - you always stun me atleast. Anyway. Work? You've been working. Can I see it? Art? Yes?" Her measly attempt at a change of conversation humours you, and you bring up your iPad, putting in the pin. When you brought out the device you expected her to shuffle up next to you, instead she chooses to make herself more comfortable on your lap so you have to adjust the screen so she can see it. Since Viv's last look, you'd drawn in a patchwork bunny, a football bouncing across the floor and a pair of oven gloves with the initials DJ laying on the arm of the sofa. You considered it finish, deciding to animate this drawing for your second art piece and use the characters already created in this made up world. You tell her your plan and she nods excitedly. "Can I be playing football, then tumble, and I end up on the floor in one of those 'paint me like one of your French girls' position? And then Viv can walk in with a canvas and start to paint me like the Mona Lisa and Dominique can stick her head around the door with an.." she pauses for breath. "APPLE PIE! Yes, an apple pie in her hands then Jill walks in with lipstick on her cheek, because you know, have you seen all the rumours about a new secret girlfriend?" You ignore the pang in your chest as she continues to ramble. "And she picks up my discarded football and begins to do keepy-uppies in the background all the while you, your mum and your best friend are just sat completely still with a butterfly floating around your head because I love butterflies. They remind me of you. They're beautiful like you, I think that's where I see the resemblance anyway. And your very graceful. I love watching you play football, you dance across the pitch. Should have been a ballerina." A big inhale for breath. "Actually no I take it back because then you never would have met me or maybe you would have done because it's fate." She sings out the last word and shakes about a bit despite her compromising position on your lap.

"Do you believe in fate, Kerstin?" You ask, tilting your head to the side to avoid the sun shining into your eyes. "And- how do you have so much energy for this time in the morning?"

"I always have energy if it means conversing with you, Darling. And fate? I think we'll never know."

You'd thought you'd found some peace, when the room goes quiet - par Kiwi purring ever so often. However it's clear Kerstin gets bored easily, rolling over and reaching up to get her hands on your thighs. You look down at her to ask her what she's doing, but before the words can leave your mouth she tugs and you go down into the depths of duvet and mattress.

Eventually, you resurface, and she's waiting for you having shuffling herself up the bed (still laying down) and stealing your previous position. "There. Now I can see your eyes properly." She looks really pleased with herself and you roll your eyes, biting down a sarcastic response when she sends you a soft smile. "Any plans for today?" Kerstin asks you. "Other than working?" She cuts in before you can speak, seeing the way you open your mouth.

"Then no. I hope to sit in bed and rot while trying to find some inspiration for a however many word essay that won't write itself." You huff again. "What about you guys?"

"Viv's going for a physio appointment about her knee, Dominique's going to visit somebody or other. Jill's meant to be babysitting her niece and I am going out with Mary." She ticks them all off her fingers before looking back at you.

"So it's just me rotting today then?" She nods and you both lay there staring at one another. Then a hand reaches up and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "You really are beautiful in this light." The hand from by the side of your head comes to your hip and pulls you towards her just a little bit. "Can I have a hug?" She's not smiling and joking anymore, her face is straight and her shoulders look sagged. You make the decision to wiggle forward - half for her, half to satisfy the urge to cuddle close you've had since she played you both down. When you start to move, her hand on your hip begins to tug you along too until your head is tucked neatly under her chin. The arm on your midsection tightens and you wrap yours around her lower back. You stay like this for just enough time for the smell of yesterday's perfume to drift around your head. Then she pulls back and you start to wonder what an earth is going on inside her head.

"..are you okay?" You ask her and she nods. Her tongue peaks out and subtly licks her lips and her eyes dash around your face, eyes, nose, blushed cheeks, freckles, forehead and mouth. They rest on your mouth. They're bright with want, sparkling as they continue to stare. Then her face falls and she pulls away entirely. Her whole body just falls from yours like it was a cliff, not a whole queen sized bed but instead of falling she's stood, still staring at you.

"I'm really sorry. I was..was going to, you know, kiss you or something like that. But.." she goes quiet and you have to just wait as she chews over her next words. "Jill. She really likes you. Told me the other day - actually she told all of us and for some reason I took that as 'hey let's make a move' and that makes me a shit person so.. I'm going to leave now. And I would like you not to tell Jill. Or anyone. Because I think Domi likes you too. Not that she'd ever say. Infact.. so does Viv. She chooses what to cook based on what your fancying and even if you say you don't tell her, you wake up every morning and as your making yourself breakfast you say what your fancying for tea under your breath and I can tell it's only meant for yourself to hear but Viv's always up at the same time and she can hear it too." Yet again, she's rambling and you can't do anything but watch as she exposes her friends secrets.

By the time you have a chance to get a word in, she's gone, Kiwi trailing behind.

There isn't much you can do now. Other than sit. Ponder. Consider. Mostly, however, you're wondering how an earth you managed to make 4 very pretty Dutch women like you. You also think about your next move, surely there's a decision you have to make.

You shake that thought of your head, that action instantly becoming easier when theres a muffled scream from room next door, something that sounded like a pillow being thrown against the wall, then a thrump as it hit the floor.

Then your door gets nudged open and a blonde woman makes an appearance, a little girl at her feet. "Hey, my little love. How's the work?" Jill says while kicking the door closed with her foot. "This is my niece, Clara, by the way." The little girl sends you a huge gummy grin, toddling over and giving you a glass of water. "I bought breakfast when I went to collect the little monster, so I thought I'd come give it to you." Jill hands you a chocolate croissant, your favourite, and then picks up the little girl currently very enthralled by the ratty little rabbit sat on your bedside table. "Is Kerstin alright?" She asks, referencing the noise from next door.

Your face flushes while you think of how to put it kindly. You can't think of anything. "I'm not sure. Probably lost a game on her phone or something." Jill gives you a funny look at your stutter but doesn't ask anything further. The girl in her arm starts wiggling so she can't consider for much longer. "Okay. Anyway. If you hear me speaking in English then it's to Clara, my brother and his wife are trying to bring her up bilingual so I thought I'd give them a hand."

"Lucky." You pout and Jill laughs.

"How's your English coming along?"

You put on your best English accent. "Excellent." Then add in Dutch. "Absolutely terrible. I need help."

The little girl had seemingly gotten board of your little bunny, and you take a mental not to apologise to it later for being disregarded. Jill notices and begins to stand up from the foot of your bed. She presses a kiss to your orehead, as she does most of the time and bids you goodbye, calling back warning you not to work too hard. You don't think you'll get too much work done at all. Especially after the strange start of the day.

A/n: Pretty long. Pretty much all waffle. Please tell me what you think of it so I can improve and any plot ideas to <33

[scrollonso]

DEFINITELY wanna know about Lakes of covadogna :)

AND the beznaia angst are you kidding me pls let me onto some more info

loc takes place in 1963 asturias and like brokeback mountain theyre like cattle herders(?) but its more long-term than in the movie. fernando served in ww2 and met and fell in love with giancarlo (fisichella) years before but stuff happened and he left italy to return to spain and now him and lance are being gay or wtv. the age gap is the same but they're a little younger (~40 and 22 at the start)

little sneak peak, it'll take months for me to finish:

"Fernando?" He asked, waiting for the hum that came as a response from the Spaniard. "Are you like this with all the people you work with?"

Fernando looked at him, his expression thoughtful. "Like this?"

"Are you as intimate with them as you are with me?" Lance bit his lip, worried for the response.

Fernando sighed, his gaze dropping to the flames. "Not all of them."

Lance just nodded, not wishing to pry, worried it would hurt him more than anything.

Fernando looked up, meeting Lance's eyes. There was a flicker of something there, love? Fernando found himself wanting to believe in the possibility of a different outcome, their relationship ending up differently than his and Giancarlos.

"You," Fernando said quietly. "You are special, Lancito"

and for the beznaia angst im so excited to write it i hope it's well recieved but it takes place around the time pecco proposes to domi, the two had been sleeping together since they were teenagers at this point but when pecco made the choice to propose his reason was "she's a girl, i love her and that makes sense." so bez's reaction was, of course, to try and be what pecco wanted. he had the long hair, he'd worn dresses before, he'd do anything to make himself desireable to pecco. to stop the wedding. probably a sad ending.

[stormoflina]

Any idea on why the lfc social media team stopped showing Trent and Domi together? We used to get so much content because it was obvious the fans loved it, and then suddenly nothing. They still seem close though so it can't be that.

Everything did go downhill after the live-training butt-tickling incident ™️ The twt footie bros didn't seem to like that moment so maybe that caused too many problems?

Also wondering if they're actually gonna make the next Bezzies video with Domi and Trent. The requests very clearly show that they should be the next pick, but I wouldn't put it past the social media team to ignore those and choose a different duo instead.

Sorry for rambling in your ask box btw. I know you don't have any info on this, but I love to read other people's takes.

Don't ever apologise about rambling about anything LFC related, but especially not DomiTrent!! Not only is this a DomiTrent friendly page, they were partly the reason why I even worked up the courage to start this blog. I'm and will always be a DomiTrent enthusiast ✌🏼

Now, to answer your question as a normal person would (should), I think the sm team got a bit intimidated by the insane amount of attention they were receiving, and decided to go on a hiatus when it concerns posting about them in the name of protecting them from inappropriate behaviour and/or hateful stuff. It's very telling how they did it right after the infamous butt tickling live shots. Those two idiots must have caused a lot of headache for them, I think you are very right about that😭😭 I had an anon asking it ( I cant find the ask anymore,. I'm sorry! 😔), but remember how they had to quickly throw together a whole ass article about their ~blooming bromance~. I don't think that was a planned journalistic moment, at all 😭😭

However, I might have one or two more unhinged theories over the sudden appearance of DomiTrent content.😭 A bit of a tin foil moment from me, lol. But If you don't mind, I might make a post about that, because at least I can edit that, if I misspell or missout something, I hope you don't mind!

[xxsweetoothxx]

Hello! It’s me that one person that drew your oc Jackson Poppyfield, but as a mini guy. I just wanted to ask if you would be okay with me, maybe drawing a few more of your ocs in the future? I really want to draw a mini Ragz, Domi, and Palontras Pomphry eventually (when I have free time cause I have a lot of stuff to do these upcoming days), but I don’t want you to be like “who the fuck is this weird person that keeps drawing all my ocs?” I usually don’t ask before hand, but since I wanted to draw a lot of your characters, I just wanted to get permission first. Your artwork is crazy good and you have some of the best character designs I’ve seen!!! I’m sticking with making mini oc fanart until I get a tablet to draw on (it’s easier to make the mini characters with my finger, I can’t draw full sized characters that well.)

This is so nice wtf! Literally never gotta ask to draw art of my characters or my takes on them. Im just happy to know people enjoy the few things I actually post (especially for OCs i put a lot of time and effort into like Poppy-field and Pally-Wal)

I don't think I'd ever think it was weird someone was drawing my Oc/Takes on characters a lot unless they were drawing some shit that was just like HELLA disgusting????

[kloppinthekop]

Have you ever thought what would be trent/domi's shopping style? Who would be spending more time in selecting items, who would spend more bucks? Who would like to try new things? Would any of them change their mind and return stuff after purchasing 😝 and lastly what is the thing they would rather die than being seen wearing 🤪

Hi anon! ✿ Sorry for the late response, but this is a fun topic to ponder and I ended up having many thoughts, lol! Okay, hmm, so I think that Domi is definitely more eclectic with his sense of fashion, more playful and willing to try new things. I think most of the time he feels comfortable staying within brands he knows, like LV or Gallery Dept, but occasionally some new designer or style will catch his eye and he’ll become super obsessed with it for a month or two. He probably lurks on a few fashion influencers’ pages, clicking through the tags when he sees a cool pair of trousers and then spending ages scrolling through all the options before buying something, maybe ending up with a OOAK customised piece. He will splurge on a statement item and then make sure he has all the other pieces and accessories to match it (shoes, sunnies, etc.) just right. But although he occasionally branches out to independent designers, for everyday/casual clothing he’ll usually stick with brands/designers he knows.

Either way, he loves to wear more unique pieces—his light blue LV backpack with the adorable patches, his checkerboard trousers, the basketball player pants, etc.—and isn’t afraid to make a bold fashion statement. He likes when people think he looks good, but he also really doesn’t care when other people don’t like his sense of style. He can do the fuckboy/frat boy look that everyone expects—and he’ll look hot doing it—but he also can rock a sparkly suit and embrace his camp fashionista side.

Once he’s bought something, he doesn’t do returns—no regrets; he’s very confident in what he likes, even if his best friends or people on social media make fun of him for an outfit.

Ultimately he knows what he likes and wants to have fun.

(I love him for that.)

Trent, on the other hand, cares very much what other people think about him and how he looks. His style is usually a bit more bland because of that, but also, he dresses like he’s born and bred in Liverpool, you know? Nothing too flashy—he’s from a working class town, and his sense of style usually reflects that.

Loves a trackie, loves a hoodie; will usually choose comfort over style. Usually sticks with neutral shades, but they work well on him. He wants people to focus more on his talent and his hard work, and ultimately, he’s more interested in being known as a footballer than a style icon. (However, that obviously doesn’t stop him from being competitive in everything he does, and fashion is no exception. He still thinks he’s the best-dressed in the team, with maybe the occasional exception of Virgil, which Trent will allow just because Virg is the captain and all that.)

He’s lucky that he’s so naturally good-looking, because yeah, he sometimes relies on that face card. But that’s okay, because I mean, look at that face!

Domi will spend more on a single item (and definitely more on jewelry), but Trent will spend more overall. At home, Domi will wear whatever is clean, and in fact wears a lot of team clothing or swag that he’s gotten for free. Trent probably spends a lot of money on trainers, and I bet he has clothing items that he thinks are cool but maybe just too over-the-top for normal situations, so they stay hidden in his closet until he has the opportunity to go somewhere like Milan Fashion Week.

Domi wouldn’t be caught dead in fur. Trent wouldn’t be caught dead in a sparkly suit. (He loves how Domi looked in his though… maybe a little too much to admit. This is why he never commented on Domi’s Instagram post about the Hungarian Male Athlete of the Year award, because he was stressing over how stupid that suit looked but how stupid good it looked on Domi specifically. And kept getting distracted… 😌)

Anyways, these are just my thoughts! Thanks for the ask. 🙏

[good7luck]

My prediction of VNC manga next chapter 62

depressing OTL

racism mention

(more under the cut)

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I think things will go like:

Dante explains (or yells) the whole racism stuff to Noe in anger.

With all that, Noe finally properly understands what's been going on in front of him and towards Dhams.

At the same time, Noe recalls some (bad) memories from the past; when he was a kidnapped kid in the black market, treated like a mere object, if not less, having no right / freedom / power.

Dante possibly throws some words like "There's no way you(Noe) would get any of my / our pain, much less you've experienced a thing yourself!!". Which pokes Noe as well.

The office is still messy. Count Orlok trio is being racists again.

Noe flips.

Noe activates his vampire mode (which unfortunately pokes Dhams' feeling of inferiority).

Noe gets super mad and violent at Count Orlok trio. He kicks something again but worse. Or he grabs Orlok by the collar. Or punches someone's face for real. Or who knows how much.

Everyone else is frozen, dumbfounded, and embarrassed.

Noe strongly reacts against the unfair treatments in rage, calling them out so hard. He seriously demands Count Orlok trio to apologize to Dhams. He low-key or outright threatens them to do so.

Count Orlok possibly ends up briefly saying sorry to Dhams (he cannot casually do bad to Noe, who is deeply connected to Shapeless One). Or Domi quickly drags Noe out of the office (possibly even using her power to shut him up). Or someone interferes (ex. Amelia enters the room).

Dante and Johann get very embarrassed and newly angry at Noe and the whole-new mess he caused. They immediately understand Noe made things super difficult and much worse for them three Dhams, possibly losing all the jobs from Count Orlok (and getting banned from the hotel entirely) from now on, which have been important and necessary to make a living.

Dante possibly punches Noe's face, and Domi punches Dante's face back, and Johann is about to lose himself and punch Domi, but Vani protects her.

Dante even verbally and officially breaks up with not only Noe but also Vanitas, who originally started the entire mess. Johann side-eyes Noe/Vani, too.

Riche, however, is actually quite happy that Noe actively stood up for Dham so hard like that. Noe is the first vampire who sincerely cared about Dham and their right. She knows her life is likely to get (even more) terrible, but even so, she deeply appreciates Noe's rage and starts to fall in love with him.

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Noe had good intentions with sincerity, but the racism and people cannot change easily, and the relationship with Dante is almost completely destroyed. Even Vani lost his important informant Dante now.

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I'd love to be totally wrong!!! :'))))) OTL