#alleywaysbelow

[mortalspark-blog]

‘  WE  CHANGE  THE  WEATHER .  I  FEEL  THE  HEAT  IN  DECEMBER  WHEN  YOU’RE  AROUND  ME.   you  say  the  word  and  i’ll  go  anywhere  blindly.  and  any  road  you  take,  you  know  that  you’ll  find  me.  i  am  a  sucker  for  all  the  subliminal  things  no  one  knows  about  you.   YOU  ARE  THE  MEDICINE  AND  THE  PAIN. ’    ⸺    ft.   @alleywaysbelow

[fooldreamt]

👫 (for kath!)

katherine is an  AWFUL  cook,  so dmitry signed them up for a cooking lesson one time as a birthday or anniversary gift.  they ended up spending the entire lesson being silly and goofing off in the back,  and were told off by the teacher several times.  they haven’t gone back yet.

they are such homebodies.  after a long day at work,  the only thing katherine wants is to get back home to their small apartment.  they eat in more than they eat out,  and often invite vlad over for dinner.

when they eventually get married,  katherine takes dmitry’s last name.  she continues to use plumber as her professional name,  but her legal name is sudayev post-wedding.  she’s very proud of their last name and isn’t interested in hiding it.

whenever they’re together,  they’re  ALWAYS  touching.  whether it’s by holding hands,  holding each other by the waist or knees touching beneath tables,  they’re always purposely in contact with each other.  

meme: send 👫 and i’ll write four headcanons about our musesstatus: accepting / mutuals only

[anyalenkaya-blog]

MOODBOARD MEME:  OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP (feat. @alleywaysbelow)

we were strangers on a crazy adventure, never dreaming that dreams would come true. now here we stand, unafraid of the future       at the beginning with you.

[heartshards]

❛ just the thought of you fills me with affection. ❜

            “  dmitry…  ”        she hates how the words get lost on her tongue.    AFFECTION is foreign to her still.    her mind,   so full of vocabulary and yet no response can build itself of it.    through all the healing she has done,   through every night she has spent in his arms,    there is still a small,   dark part of her that feels she is UNDESERVING of such proclamations. 

             the silence.    she can’t bear it any longer.    it contrasts so sharply with the noise in her head.   swiftly,  she buries her face in his strong shoulder,  pulling him to her.       can  this  be  her  reply  ?        how does she tell him that though she could’ve never formed such a beautiful declaration,   it rings perhaps even TRUER for her than for him?    how does she say she barely expected to be alive by this time in her life,    let alone loved in this way?    

             with the corners of her eyes wet,   she keeps his chest pressed to hers and lays him down gently,   fingers woven in his hair.   

     forgive her for saying  ‘  i love you too ’  in the best way she knows how.

[wcnderment]

@alleywaysbelow continued from ( x ).

⌈  TEXT ; DIMA 💗 ⌉: I don’t mean to be dramatic, but what if something had happened to me and I needed your help? Like if I were on a game show and you were my lifeline call that could have helped me win a million dollars? Anyways, I called you because I needed to know what time you’ll be on your way home. Like as close to an exact time as you can give me.

[reportess]

THE  HUSTLE  AND  BUSTLE  OF  EUROPE     holds a candle to that of washington,   where her entire life is politics,   politicians   &   election campaigns,   but katherine doesn’t feel as swallowed up by it.     she can breathe here,   even while surrounded by a sea of tourists rushing up to see the trevi fountain.     whether or not it has something to do with the calm sense of safeness and security dmitry gives her is something she’d rather worry about later.     taking in the sights and the warmth radiating from the shining sun above is far more important than any feelings she might be harbouring for the russian tourist.     for now,   at least.

❛  we’re in italy.     i think that warrants us going to a real pizzeria,   don’t you ?     maybe tomorrow,   before we take the train to paris ?  ❜     she doesn’t know when she’d started assuming he’d just come along to the next city on her list.     the thought scares her a little,   the fact that she’s become so content with him by her side,   that when she sees her life two months ahead,   HE’S THERE WITH HER.     katherine furrows her brows at the realisation,   a nervous laughter spilling from her lips.

❛                   ah,   i’m sorry.     i just assumed you’d be coming with me without even asking.     you don’t have to   .....   unless you want to.  ❜

@alleywaysbelow

[wcnderment-a]

@alleywaysbelow // bodyguard au

the door opens and shuts, but anya pays no attention to it as she stares at the music box on the table beside her. her quietness is almost eerie, her eyes glazed over while the music traps her in her memories. it’s a startling contrast to just moments before, when she had tried  to argue once again how she didn’t need a bodyguard because she could protect herself, how any semblance of privacy she might receive now was gone because of him. but, she failed in convincing anyone to see her side and ended up storming off to her room. 

as the last member of the royal family, the only one to have survived, she carries her whole family’s reputation on her shoulders, her every move is scrutinized. it wasn’t supposed to be like this,  her life was supposed to be a FAIRYTALE and yet she finds herself in a NIGHTMARE instead. 

the song ends at last and she comes back to life, shifting her gaze to the person waiting. DMITRY, her bodyguard. she knows that she makes his job more difficult, that neither of them asked to be in their current state, at first, her annoyance only came from him having to be there to protect her from nothing. but now, she also finds herself wanting nothing more than to kiss the stupid look off his face whenever he’s fed up with her. “ my mother used to say if you made a face like that, it’ll end up sticking. ” 

[mortalspark-blog]

‘ you better love me . ’

BILLIE  EILISH  STARTERS. / accepting!

there is something hard and unflinching in his eyes, something he is so good at masking that others could never assume him to be this: this bottomless well of ice. of nothing more but words stacked onto each other that made up his life. honor, duty, oath, marriage. all of them tie into what is presented to the world, what is as much fitting the phrase ‘ husband ’ as it fits himself, not bending his core over for someone else’s perception of the couple they need to present, that united front, but willing to paint a convincing picture. and while the exterior is as charming and as polite as it can be, there is so much dirt beneath it all, inside of him, and it is all frozen into the ground. pure ice, not see-through, no, not clear either, but ice nonetheless. and dmitry knows of this, has seen it up close; how it was manifested inside of frederick and how it spread and spread with every day longer on american soil and how it took over so much of frederick that there was no room to care about much else; to care about dmitry. yes, their united front exists, but it has been more a hoax than a romantic reality. frederick knew he could rely on his husband when it came to missions, they have been trained to work like a perfectly oiled and coordinated machine, their work profile everything a marriage in the world of normal people should be, is desired to be. but it has never been something he conveyed on a personal front, between them. not for a long time, not until he realised that the reason they did work so well together all the time, communicating without much more than the tilt of their heads, a movement of their hands, one eyebrows raised, that it comes from a place that goes beyond that ice, that festered its way beneath it. somehow, frederick has grown … attached to the man he has to call ‘ husband ’, somehow, there grew more.

a cock of his head, gray steel burning into the other man’s gaze, not more depicted on his face than that. the darkness of the car tints them into a world on their own, gives this moment its freedom to be what it needs to be for itself, and giving frederick the time to adjust the dryness in his throat to an answer that rises the stakes in the same way that dmitry’s own words have. he knows where that came from; the expectation of frederick to be more than the basics, to be more convincing for others, more than a mission partner, to claim the words he says himself so often  (  they need to be a team  )  and it is then that he no longer can ignore the burning heat that has been flaring up in him ever he saw what dmitry did for him     ⸺    when dmitry killed for him. that has never happened before; it has never happened before and it reminded frederick of a moment he has long pushed away, turned aside in all the old memories he never dared to touch upon. when he first saw dmitry being propositioned, the second choice for what this would end up to be, and he couldn’t say no again. when it just fit. when there was something in dmitry that has been illuminating his eyes back then, has made frederick agree to take this man along with him; and it has been there hours ago, too. it is there now, in dmitry’s words and the defiant set of his jaw, and it illuminates frederick again. unhinges him, sets him right again. not that he’d dare to voice such a sentiment out loud.

his gaze remains as defiant as the other’s whole posture, and then he leans over into dmitry’s space, willingly for the first time, and simply states, “i do.” and willingly, for the first time, he breaches the distance and kisses the other man, putting everything that has been burning right beneath the surface into it, leaning so far that he is crowding into dmitry’s space, suddenly inable to not allow himself to put a hand on dmitry’s neck and the other up into his hair and to have him closer when the kiss is answered with enthusiasm. it is like dams breaking open, all of the resigned detachment to any touch of all the years prior falling away and opening to a sense of trust frederick has never felt for anyone else before, knowingly never will feel for anyone else anymore. he knows of his own vulnerability in this moment, but there is no fear in his eyes or his voice when he breaks a little from dmitry to breathe into the space between them, to breathe it more into the other’s cheek than the stuffed air in the car, “i want this  ⸺  i want you. now.”

[withflour-moved]

alleywaysbelow replied to your post “Do I look like someone who wants to hurt your feelings?” (from eliot....”

WHY YOU HURT ELIOT AND ME

I LOVE U BOTH I SWEAR

[fooldreamt]

❝   THINK YOU CAN SNEAK AWAY FROM     your work for a day ?   ❞     She asks while lifting a mug filled to the brim with hot tea to her lips,   taking a cautious sip.    A coy smile tugs the corners of her lips upward,   a SPARK in her dark eyes you wouldn’t expect to see this early in the morning.

@alleywaysbelow    //    starter call.

[anyalenkaya-blog]

❝   HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT DOGS ?   ❞        the question slips out while they stroll by the seine,   taking in the sights for what must be the thousandth time but still feels like the first.    anya squeezes his hand carefully,   bright blue eyes gazing up at him as a smile curls her lips.        ❝   be honest.   ❞ 

starter call & @alleywaysbelow

[heartshards]

@alleywaysbelow ( cont. )

THE SHARDS MIGHT HAVE LEFT HIS HEART A LONG TIME AGO BUT THE EVIDENCE IS STILL TANGIBLE, touchable; the peroxide strands in a mess of honey curls, the off-white of his eye whenever the light catches it just so but dmitry can’t find it in himself to care too much about when those are reminders of all he gained. and yet, his soul is thoroughly scarred, so much that some days he is afraid he is only the shell of a person, an elaborate play of pretense caught in an empty vessel, unable to offer the simplest condolences. maybe this is where they meet in the middle — when the defenses are lowered and the fragile parts are laid bare, they can be without an afterthought or nagging doubt. dmitry meets her gaze evenly ( the only way he has learned to meet her eyes at all ), a flourish of cool air accompanying the uttered request because they are bad at this, bad at admitting defeat to anyone that isn’t each other;  twin pairs of blue eyes to defend an immense amount of pride, an ingrained fear of weakness. ONCE they make it past this, though, it iseverything that dmitry’s damaged heart could wish for, longs for, grows in size at least twelve times for. whenever elsa decides to let him see this side of her, his breath stops, comes short and his lungs quit their job for a second or so and for all the words he knows, it is indescribable. EVERY SINGLE TIME, he is reborn with a purpose.

      ❛ of course, ❜ his voice comes to him foreign, rough, unused; he swallows against sand paper and desert bones, his throat too tight.         ❛ if this is what you want, I won’t leave. ❜ he takes a step forward to where she is seated on the bed, and discards his overcoat in swift movements, toes his shoes off, runs a hand through the unruly waves of hair. this act ofundressing is casual and yet his heart flares like a bird against its cage; he can feel that she is looking at him and it unravels something lodged deep between his ribs, something he has long forgotten about, this broken organ. dmitry breathes in fresh air as he reaches out in a tentative touch if not to scare or alarm her even though she asked for this, wants him here with her for longer than could be good for them ( but who else do they have left? ). his bones melt in a singular, frightening second that exists when he is about to touch her but doesn’t; itSCARES him, how intensely he is feeling all of a sudden, scares him of the man he could be, the man she turned him into —  a much better man than he used to be before the ever lasting storm. the fright doesn’t last as she welcomes the tips of his fingers against her cheek and from there it is not far until he has wrapped her in his arms, lights low and forgiving of the crimson dusting the tip of his nose. in an act of a bravery he doesn’t possess, dmitry kisses her gently; first, her forehead and cheek, then a soft press of lips on lips, a meeting of pilgrims and saints. he takes his sweet time, much gentler than he is used to be, and draws it out. they are so close and the universe around them stills for this perfect second that makes him swear, believe and pray that it has all been worth it, that she has been worth all he had to go through.

               she curls into him  as soon as he joins her in the bed,    a feeling of such intense vulnerability mingling with her neediness,   her desire to be held and comforted and protected from what daybreak brought with it,   a world she faced endlessly,   one where she’d found control,   but one that was still so new,  so foreign and intimidating.     at least he could understand her anxieties in facing each new day in a way she never had before.   elsa loved her sister with innumerable vastness,    but dmitry had experienced things anna could never understand     ----     what terrible darkness could touch one’s heart.   how scared you can be of yourself.

               “  no one can know you’re here.  ”     she murmurs,   her hand placed gently on his chest,   feeling the beat of his heart,   making certain it was functioning properly.    she doesn’t mean for the words to be cold,   but that seemed to be a side-effect of brutal truth.   if anyone found an unknown man,  a commoner from some other kingdom in the queen’s bed chambers...    it would not fair well.   especially not when she already stands on such thin ice in the eyes of her people.   that’s what frightens her the most...   the thought that she will never be able to make amends for what she’d done,   that she’d never deserve the trust of her citizens again.

               but, his lips quiet her mind.    this is why her selfishness had pleaded that he stay    --    to numb her unending stream of thoughts,    to keep her body still through the inevitable nightmares.    her fingers curl firmly into his shoulders,   a heavy breath fogging the air as his fingers tangle in her hair.   it’s been so many years since anyone has touched her.   it’s so simple and yet so sacred a thing  --  to be held,  touched,  caressed without fear or the sense that it was in pity or trepidation.   the slightest bit of contact now seizes her entire figure.   she’s entirely melted by his hands.   oh,  it’s nearly dangerous how easily malleable she is in this state,   her hair riled and skin warming under the fabric of her nightie.     “ dmitry, ”    it’s barely a whisper,   her legs entangled with his.     “  thank you.  ”

[reportess]

❛  RUSSIA,   HUH ?  ❜    a  sheltered  life  is  all  she  has  really  known                days  were  spent  sitting  outside  her  father’s  study,   shifting  through  newspaper  after  newspaper   &   novel  after  novel.    Joseph  Pulitzer  was  a  quiet  man,   despite  her  inquiring  nature  never  leaving  him  alone  for  too  long.    she  had  always  loved  him  dearly,   but  her  father  never  gave  much  of  himself  away.    most  of  all,   their  Hungarian  heritage  had  always  been  the  most  interesting  part  of  the  Pulitzer  family  history,   despite  how  little  she  really  knew  about  it.    ultimately,   her  father’s  refusal  to  open  up  about  his  life  in  Europe  lead  her  to  look  elsewhere  for  stories  about  life  outside  America.

Katherine  leans  closer,   chin  perched  on  the  palm  of  her  hand,   which  in  turn  is  perched  on  the  table  between  them.    brown  eyes  are  wide  and  attentive   &   ears  are  open  to  take  in  whatever  he  feels  comfortable  enough  to  share.    ❛                    that’s  a  long  way  away.    you  must  have  been  travelling  for  months !  ❜

*   @alleywaysbelow

[wcnderment-a]

🏩 for anya, let's SHAKE IT UP

let’s shake things up || ACCEPTING

9. your muse saw mine kiss another person

“ D-DIMA? ” 

the rest of her words die in her throat, hand flying up to her mouth to stifle the sob that threatens to escape. this couldn’t be happening to her, to them. it’s as if she can feel her heart shatter into a million pieces, feels each bit breaking off and flying away as her chest tightens from how hard she’s trying to hold back her emotions. 

everything she knows and matters to her is gone, the person she’d give up everything for is locking lips with someone else — kissing the stranger when he should be kissing her instead. there was no warning, no sign that things would end up this way, she thought they were HAPPY together, she thought that he loved her. 

turning around anya runs away from the scene of the crime, where her heart had been pulled out of her chest and stabbed repeatedly over and over. she runs, until her feet are sore and aching before bracing herself along the trunk of a tree. only when she’s sure she’s alone, does she allows herself to cry. 

@alleywaysbelow

[inmydrcams]

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’ ( for anya )

          ❝ It’s not okay. ❞  She answers in a small whining voice, leaning her head against his shoulder for whatever warmth she can get. It’s not okay. She’s a burden to him. She thought the nightmares would go away now but they haven’t, they’re still there, they still make her wake up covered in sweat and screaming for someone, for anyone… and usually he’s the one who answers, first face she sees in the middle of the night after the ghosts go away.

          ❝ I’m sorry, I’m trying… I… ❞  she stops for a moment, they’re all still so close… Papa, mama, Alyosha…  ❝ It feels so real, Dima. And I miss them, I miss them all so terribly. ❞  Tears begin to gather at her eyes, tears she does her best to chase away. What nonsense, she knows they love her, she has him and they’re safe and happy, what is she crying over?  ❝ Hold me, please. ❞  She puts her arms around him, tries to hide the tears. It’s bad enough she keeps waking him, he shouldn’t have to also deal with what an absolute mess she is. Why did she ever think all it would take for the dreams to stop would be finding out who they were? She knows exactly who everyone is and it still hurts. This wasn’t the plan… the plan was that she would find her family and find all the answers and finally be at PEACE. It seemed like a kinder plan than this…

@alleywaysbelow

[mortalspark-blog]

fun fact, henri ( @alleywaysbelow ) was on his way to work this morning and called me and during the call i listened to the audio of zach’s last IACOT and instead of sending him the link right away i had to listen to it first and tell him if he could make it through it