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library-of-ohara · 3 years ago

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Anon asked “ Hi would anyone be willing to write me some sabo propaganda 👀 I’m thinking a nsfw yandere scenario for that crazy son of a bitch 😈 afab reader please “

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Noncon , cum play , mention of blood , stalking , breaking in entering , gore , anal , mentions of female anatomy , penetration,

I went kinda crazy on this request not going lie , I loved writting this . It was my first time writting s yandere fic snd a sabo fic so thank you for requesting this 💕

Ask answered by : @fire-fist-ann

January 5th

It had been a twist of fate, he had never meant to meet the love of his life that day. The way you had bumped into him, and looked at him set his soul on fire. That was the day his obsession began with you, it was love at first sight, you two were meant to be, you were destined to be soulmates

The moment his eyes graced upon you he knew he had to have you, it was his right to claim you as his one and everything. Sure you didn’t know he existed, a part of him would be lying if he said he didn’t like that.

It became a past time of his, he couldn’t deny how much he loved to watch you go about your life completely oblivious to his love, yet you still talked to other men like he meant nothing.

The more he watched you through the blinds the closer he wanted to be to you. To touch your soft, supple skin he wanted to memorize every single inch of you, burn you into his memory, and ravish you in the streets if it meant no one would take what belonged to him, how he just wanted to bend you over and yank your hair and make you submit to

him until you were fucked stupid.

The longer he played this game of cat and mouse with you, the harder it was getting to keep himself in check. Every time you would undress in front of him of course you had no idea he was watching, he was always watching. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you

He couldn’t help himself once you went to work he had watched where you left your keys, surely you wouldn’t mind him in your home it would become his someday as well.

February 12th

The more he watched you, the more he fell in love with you. You were oh so kind, a breath of fresh air, innocent from corruption, pure and utterly perfect. He wanted to savour that innocence of yours, he wanted to protect you and keep you safe, it was his duty as your future husband after all.

He still remembered the first time he stepped foot inside, his heart was leaping through his throat. What if you came back early, he was almost giddy wanting to see your pretty little face. The way he ran his fingers over every inch of your house, touching everything that belonged to you made his head spin feel intoxicated almost like he was drunk just being in the very same space you touched yourself. Did you think of him while you did it? You had to, you were just too shy to say his name yet

His breath caught in his throat as he stopped in front of your dresser. With shaking brown gloved hands, he pulled out that special pair he knew you loved to wear. You must have gotten it just for his eyes only. His breath hitched as he pulled out that delicate underwear staring at it with a flushed red face before his shaking hands brought it up to his face.

He couldn't help but to gulp as he lowered his face into it as he inhaled a sharp breath. He could feel his blue eyes roll back in his eyes as he let out shuddering gasps of air as your sweet scents filled his nose, making his legs feel weak and tremble, stepping back his legs hitting the very edge of the mattress causing him to fall down onto the plush bed with wide eyes.

He could feel his heart thumping against his chest as he moved his other hand down his body rubbing over his own crotch feeling how hard he was already as he shut his eyes pressing the fabric deeper to his face as he shoved his pants down with his own boxers. His cock standing to attention.

He let out a low groan as his mouth opened he needed to taste you like he needed the air to breathe. His tongue flicked, licking a stripe against the middle of the fabric, as his hand wrapped around his cock moving it up and down. Shutting his eyes picturing it was your pretty little lips wrapped around him. But this wasn't close enough for him, his own thoughts weren't giving him enough relief. A light bulb went off in his twisted brain, what better way to be close to you than to wear your underwear.

He slipped the coated underwear, dripping with his saliva onto his own frame making him shudder it was tight but it was wet enough to feel like how he thought it would when he finally would fuck you for the first time. He shut his eyes as he lay on the soft bed moving his hand gripping himself whispering your name as he moved his hand up and down, pleasure fueling his brain.

His mouth hung open as he could feel the drool falling in front of the corner of his mouth. He bucked his hips up into his own hand as he used the thumb to rub over the tip, smearing his precum as his cock pulsed in his own hands. He liked to think he could last a few rounds, but he was so pent up from months of watching you finger fuck yourself . “y-y/n” he whined out sharply as his cum shot out, soaking the fabric and running down his legs. His blonde hair sticking to his face with his eyes facing the ceiling, like god himself was smiling down at what he had just done.

Of course, he could have just left but no he couldn't help himself but to move his own drenched fingers into the delicate underwear. Scooping up some onto his hand bringing it up his lips before his tongue darted around, sucking on the slick groaning loudly. He could feel the blood rushing to his head would you like how he tasted just as much as he liked it himself.

He let one last shuddering groan as he looked at the underwear he was wearing before his lips curled up as he picked up his dark boxers from the floor, it was only right he was taking one of yours it was the least he could do. He smiled as he laid it across your cute sheets you would be so grateful for a piece of him.

June 26th

Waiting for you was getting much more difficult, he was patient yes he knew he had to be in order to make his move. It was a game of chess, he wanted to secure the final piece but nonetheless his heart was aching, weeping almost being apart from you so long was killing him on the inside. You had to know he loved you deep down even though you acted like he didn't exist, you were testing his love for you, that must be it. He needed to prove it to you, and prove it to you he would no matter what he had to do.

Ever since that day in your apartment where he swore he went to heaven, watching you from a distance was no longer quelling his thoughts. He wanted you to notice him, see him…and love him, but despite how he felt you kept talking to other men like some whore. But he couldn't be angry you were just so cute, it was natural for men to be drawn to you. But they could never love you as he loved you.

Six months…it’s been six months since the first time he ever saw you. Always watching from a distance, but today would be different, it was your sixth month anniversary. This was a day he needed to celebrate with you. His breath was tight in his throat as he turned the doorknob, you were much too trusting you didn't even lock your front door. He really needed to have a talk with you about that in the future, but today was all about you.

His footsteps were quiet as he walked through your apartment he cracked open the bedroom door. His smile widening seeing your curled up body entangled in the sheets, the very same sheets he had laid on. He peered down over you leaning down and kissing your temple “Happy anniversary” he whispered to himself.

He reached into his bag pulling out serval wrapped gifts and setting them on the bed, you would be so happy when you woke up and saw them. he pushed a couple of your strands of hair away from your face, “Soon y/n…soon.” He cooed as he spared you one last look as he walked out of their home.

June 26th

The way your eyes widened when you woke up filled him with undescribable joy, you were so surprised, you were speechless. The way your fingers trembled as you looked at the gifts. He could hardly keep his body still and out of sight as you started to open the gifts he got you. He had outdone himself. Especially how flustered you were getting open them, you must have found the lingerie set, he got blue with lace to match him.

He was almost impatient he wanted you to open his real gifts, the teddy bears, and chocolates were simple and overdone. He got something much more special for you that you would love.

His breath hitched seeing how your delicate fingers unwrapped the blue box staring at the gift eyebrows furrowed, going deathly pale as they screamed dropping the gift, a bloody ear laying on the ground from the box with a letter stapled to it

Sabo was giddy, they were so moved they were crying they LOVED the gift he got them, just like he knew they would! , he had enough of one of those stupid men talking to you. You must have hated it too, what better gift than that pig’s ear. You were even trembling you were just so excited as their hands moved to the rest of the box seeing the lock of hair he left. But his final gift had them falling onto their knees in tears.

As they pulled out the one favorite pairs of underwear they thought they lost, covered in cum stains and sticky with fresh cum dropping it into the box scooting back as far back as possible, as tears streamed down their face. Before they jumped up and ran out of the apartment. Sabo felt his heartache, why were they running away he spent so much time getting those gifts? Why weren't they touching them, they had tossed it to the side…were they more fussy with gifts than he thought?.

August 8

Something had changed after the anniversary his poor sweet y/n was always looking over their shoulder, they seemed scared of something. He needed to find out who was scaring them and put an end to their life. The poor dear was so stressed they even moved to another apartment on the other side of town, and got locks on their doors, and even bought a gun. He needed to find out who was behind this and put an end to their life. No one had a right to scare his soulmate like this, he would bring them their dead body that would put them at ease, it had to! He would crush their skull in his hands for the pain they put poor y/n through.

It broke sabo’s heart seeing you so timid and locked away in your apartment when you were always so bright and bubbly and friendly to everyone you knew. You didn't even leave a key out for him or a letter where you were moving. It had to be some kind of mistake, you weren't trying to avoid him on purpose that was utterly absurd, insane even. You loved him just as much as he loved you, you were just so shy that’s all.

He knew just the thing to cheer you up, you needed a piece of him to get through the day, you didn't like the last gifts he gave you but this one he knew you would love the most, he had poured his own blood into it quite..literally, it was personal you would love that.

When you left for work that day he snuck into your new apartment like he had a million times while you were asleep, blissfully unaware of his presence. He almost wanted you to wake up so badly sometimes and then he could touch you, kiss you, run his hands all over your body until you were a puddle under his fingers. It would be wrong of him to touch you if you were asleep. He was nothing if not gentlemen he told himself, believing it whole heartily.

He sucked in a breath the way your scent lingered in the apartment always made a mess of him. He reached into his pocket placing the silver chain with the two vials attached to them laying it on the center of the bed. He smiled softly, they had to love this gift it was a part of him! He would leave a note this time so his sweet little y/n would know exactly what it was, they would be so moved when they saw the vials. Wearing them so proudly they had to.

He laid the note in front of it feeling that same flicker of excitement he had on their anniversary, he could hardly quell himself but he needed to leave and wait for them to come home he could even feel himself getting hard at the thought of them carrying that around for the world to know they belonged to HIM and no one else. All his, his sweet innocent y/n.

He waited hours for them to get home, staying close to the window his leg trembling in anticipation. He could feel his heart racing a thousand miles per hour as his sweet y/n opened the door. Their face drained of all color as they approached the bed with trembling legs. Only to look around in sheer terror as they dropped it on the bed and backed out of the apartment, running to get the police.

Sabo liked to think he was a forgiving man but..why couldn't y/n see how much they were breaking his heart. He spend so much collecting the perfect amount of his cum and his very own blood to put into that necklace just for them, it was personal so they should have loved it! So why!. He liked to think he was patient, he knew you were just confused by his love, it was strong the way it was supposed to be. but yet he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by anger.

He couldn't believe they had the nerve to run to the cops after his heartwarming gift for them. Not that they did anything of course, as if he was stupid enough to leave his DNA for them to take. He could feel his very being burn in anger when the angel of his life throw his gift in the trash after how hard he worked on it, his heart was shattering into million of pieces right then, and they're not a care in the world.

September 13th

How dare they, how fucking dare his sweet, y/n play this cruel game with him. He hadn't done anything wrong to be treated this way like he was NOTHING to them. He gave them everything and yet they had still tossed his gifts in the trash without a single care in the world. His blood was boiling, the rage was overflowing, and he was seeing red, not even his sweet y/n could get away with treating him like a fool. If they wouldn't notice him he would simply have no choice but to force them to see him.

He couldn't contain his rage when he stepped into the apartment that once brought him a sense of curiosity and awe, only now filled him with dread and fury. He raised his rusty pipe and swung it smashing all of the windows in your room, throwing your bed against the wall, smashing holes in the wall. His eyes were hard in pure rage as his chest heaved up and down at the mess. You were going to see him regardless of what you wanted, his shoes clicking across the floor. As he stopped at the wall pulling out a can of spray paint leaving behind big, bold , black letters

“do you see me now y/n!”

Ripping the door off the hinges as he walked out of the apartment, leaving a wake of disarray in his wake

January 1st

After his unfortunate fit of anger, his sweet y/n started taking different paths to get to work and home, and triple checked the apartment as if they were being followed, but there was no one but him watching them. It was almost a year since he ever laid his eyes upon them. It was a new year, and their first year together soon, yet nothing had changed still. He even gave them months of space. But obviously, y/n didn't know how to handle this kind of a relationship he was patient but this wasn't going to work, it was time to make them commit to their love. Commit they would, they would never leave his side again.

January 5th

Today was the day, the day he would get his y/n to finally admit how much they loved him and needed him. It was their anniversary the words filled him with endless joy it wasn't going to be an easy but most good things in life never came free much less easy. He always did like a challenge his y/n proved to be the perfect example of that. It was their first anniversary, a reminder of a whole year together, a year of ups and downs but oh how he wouldn't change that for the world if it meant he got to call himself your boyfriend maybe soon fiancee would be a better word.

He knew you would be working late again, you were working so many doubles and picking up extra shifts they didn't deserve you, but this was perfect. It gave him the chance to make everything breathtaking for you. He could hardly wait to see your face when you stepped inside your home seeing the pages of your journal talking about him taped to your front door, you had acted like you hated him but you talked about him, you loved him just as much as he loved you, you two were truly meant to be.

Next, he made your favorite dish he had even had to break into your mother's home he wasn't fond of it to steal the recipe but it had proved a good investment in the very end, all that was missing was you.

His eyes gleamed as he tapped his gloved fingers on the dinner table as he heard those footsteps and that shaky gasp as the door creaked open. Ah even your voice was wavering as you turned on the lights to reveal… Him. The man who had been oh so blindly chasing your love for the past year. About time you got home, I was worried the food wa going get cold you know” he said his voice smooth as silk as he stood up towering over y/n much smaller frame

He clicked his tongue as they went to scream leaving him no choice but to cover their mouth as he slammed them against the wall, his lips brushing their ear.

“If your going scream, I’ll give you something to scream about,” he purred as he pressed his body against theirs pushing his knee between their legs, really he had wanted to make this a bit more special. But if they were going scream then what choice did he have other than to correct that behavior. He couldn't help but lean down and smash his own lips against theirs as they were using their arms to hit the blonde man in the chest. Really they were never a match to start with as the blonde pinned their smaller arms over their head.

He grunted as he pulled away with blood running down his lip, “you bit me!“ He said as his lips curled up into a twisted smile, as his eyes moved up and down seeing how their chest was heaving up and down, how their legs trembled. They needed him just as much as he needed them.

He could practically feel his cock pressing against his pants he needed to make this feel mind-blowing for them. He moved a hand down running it down their chin down to the center of their shirt as a loud sound of fabric tearing filled the quiet apartment as their breasts bounced free.

Y/n turned their head to the side letting out cries of please don’t, As the blonde man moved his fingers down clutching at their chest enjoying how they felt in his hand, they were oh so perfect as always. He leaned down taking that cute little rosy nipple into his mouth squishing his tongue around it, his blue eyes half-lidded never breaking eye contact from them.

He moved his hand down to their underwear rubbing circles through the fabric as he felt how damp the fabric only to yank it to the side exposing their dripping clit. He pressed his rugged, yet smooth fingers against their gentle jewel only to push two of his fingers inside pumping them in and out. Listening to the loud squelching noises you were making as he used his thumb to rub messy circles smearing their juices everywhere as high pitched sounds left his little cocksleve

He started to pump his fingers in and out hitting every single nerve. as he was knuckle deep in their sweet cunt as he started to curl his fingers up as he was slamming them in and out of them. The way their thighs kept quivering around his fingers as they were sobbing as he used his hand that was supposed to be holding theirs back even if they fought back what could they really do. He gripped their hip shoving them onto his fingers as he pulled away from their nipple leaving it cold and puffy as drool dripped down onto the floor.

Sabo twisted smile only grew even wider and more sicker as he could feel just how tight it was getting to slam his thick fingers inside of them. The tension was becoming tighter and tighter, He hadn't even done much,...Well yet and here they were already about to explode, “ Go on, don't be shy.” He cooed into their ear as they weakly glared at him. He moved his thumb pressing down on the top of their clit making their eyes bug out nearly out of their skull as that little band snapped violently as they cummed all over his gloved fingers and some ran down their thighs.

He pulled his hand away to exiame the soiled gloves he leaned down using his teeth to peel his soiled gloves off before throwing them to the floor as he stared down at them his cock throbbing painfully, to hell with taking his time .

He moved his fingers to his belt yanking it off and started to unzip his pants when he was knocked flat on his ass which honestly made the room spin for a momen. As he looked over only to see his y/n running toward the door screaming for help . He jumped up running after them yanking y/n by their hair pinning them to the floor.

He wrapped his hand around their neck putting pressure on the area cutting off their air, “I suggest you stop screaming otherwise i might just break your neck, just be good.” He said his blonde brow twitching at how they were kicking and thrashing under him pushing against him. He reached down yanking their soaked underwear off before he shoved it right into their mouth, as he grabbed His belt tying their hands together as they continued to kick for dear life at him with hot tears running down their face.

He grabbed their knees with his strong hands bending them back to the point they were next to their head making him smile at the scene in front of him , they were presented like the final meal for him to feast upon.

He pushed his pants and boxers down exposing his thick cock leaking with pre cum as he rubbed himself agaisnt their quivering core. As they shook their head frantically letting out muffled cries and screams behind the gag “shhh shhh,.” he whispered as he impaled y/n. Not giving them any chance to adjust to his rather large size. He let out a shaky breath as he got all the way to the hilt. His eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he shuddered in pure ecstasy.

He buried his face in their neck as he pulled out only to slam back into their heat. They felt like heaven, the way they were gripping his cock for dear life, as he was picking up the pace. His hips hitting against theirs, skin slapping against skin, it was addicting. Just how he always pictured it as he started to pick up the pace letting out small grunts. He couldn't hold back any longer he needed to have them right now he was going fill them to the brim until they were a quivering mess under him.

His lips curled up as he let out little grunts and pants filling the room as he started ram into them without any remorse or care as his brows furrowed. He was on a mission it was like with every single thrust he was searching for something, that special little spot that would make their toes curl up and have them singing their prayers to whatever god that was listening out there.

When y/n let out a loud muffled gasp with wide eyes their thighs trembling in the psychopath’s grip, his smile only widened “aha found it” he thought as he ruthlessly started to attack that one spot, over and over again. “What a good whore, your taking my cock so well” he sneered at them as he moved a hand fisting a chunk of their hair in his rough hand.

He hadn't thought his little y/n was so kinky but the way they clenched around his cock whenever he would choke the life out of them or pull their hair so hard he swore he accidentally ripped some of their hair out. He could feel himself starting to reach his limit but he wasnt done with them by any means yet no far from it accidentally he was going to Ruin them.

He let out a sharp gasp as he felt himself cum deep inside of them, filling them up as promised as it rolled down their thighs. Only for him to pick some up with his fingers and smear it across their breasts making them look like a goddess.

“You know y/n you look so good in white, but your going look even better swollen with my seed” he whispered as he grabbed the back of their neck pushing them onto their stomach. Ass up arms behind their back, with their face pressed to the floor y/n choked behind the gag.

He leaned down placing a kiss on the middle of their spine before he pushed his cock into their back entrance without warning making yn let out a blood curdling scream as their fingers gripped the binding. He grabbed their hips as he started to jackrabbit into them sweat running down his face as his blonde locks covered his eyes as he whispered sweet nothings into their ear sending them to a new cloud, a new piece of paradise, one they never would have ever gotten from anyone but HIM .

Time was blurring together with how fast and rough he was driving his manhood into them as he could see y/n whole body was convulsing underneath him from the force of his thrusts. Any moment now they would come undone, “come on cum for me,” he purrred into their ear as y/n eyes were rolled back in their head. Drool coming out of the side of their mouth getting onto the floor leaving a puddle.

He jolted as he felt them clench him almost painfully so as he gave one more thrust as he felt that familiar feeling as they came hard all over his shaft, he followed right after, pulling out spalttering his cum all over their back, getting it in their hair. As they laid on the ground convulsuing from their orgasm.

He smiled as he moved closer to their bruised and broken body, his breath hitting their neck “ you did so good y/n , were finally one , this is the start of our lives together “ he said pushing their gag down “you,ll learn to love me,” he said/

Janunary 6th

How could this have happened y/n had been so careful , they had moved the moment they felt something was wrong. But it hadnt been enough , why couldnt they see this coming, they never even saw his psycho path coming a mile away. After what he did on what he claimed was their anniversary, but it was more like the day their freedom had been ripped away from them. He had moved them into his own apartment far away from the town they knew, the police wouldnt help them …he had paid them off.

No one was coming to save them, they were stuck in the clutches of this mad man, trapped in physical and invisible chains praying upon a miracle.

#one piece x reader #sabo x yn #one piece #yandere sabo #ohara library answers

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cowboyb1ues · 3 years ago

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idk if you're taking request but if you want for the future: can you write something fluffy about drunk mason? you're maybe picking him up from a party or something and he's rambling about the future and how he wants to marry you etc and it's just really cute and fluffy and then the next morning you're teasin him but he's like ''drunk words, sober thoughts''. I LOVE your writing! xx

Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

A fic about Mason being drunk and in love with his girlfriend. Idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you like it nonetheless dear anon <3 ik the title is long but it seemed very fitting for this fic so sue me idc

also the second appearance of Beau <3

also also my silly little brain has had a tough time lately so i feel like this ended up kinda rushed but it’s here nevertheless

Mason Mount x fem!reader (4.2k)

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The sound of a familiar yet unwelcome ringing pried you from your slumber, eyes shut and body heavy as you tried to locate the source of the intruding noise.

You opened your eyes a little, the bedroom you remember having fallen asleep in only hours ago basked in nothing but darkness and the slightest inch of moonlight that was flickering in through the closed windows.

It took all you had to raise your head from the fluffy pillow, the softness of the material acting as a magnet to your sleep flushed cheeks. You turned around to face the nightstand where the intrucing sound was still blaring from and started a blind search for your phone.

You felt your hand slip over your book before it finally landed on your vibrating phone next to it.

You closed your eyes when you had tapped on the small green accept button and brought it up to your ear after laying your head back down on the cloud.

“Babe!” was the first sound you heard yelled through the small device, making you cringe away from the sheer volume of your boyfriend’s boisterous voice. “Babe can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” you said through a yawn, your free arm coming up to cover your mouth.

“What?!” He called through the phone again and you could hear the blasting music in the background, loud laughter and booming voices in a symphony that was anything but pleasant in the early hours in the morning.

“I hear you loud and clear!” You called back through the phone, your own voice raising the tiniest amount and even with your eyes closed you could practically see the Golden Retriever laying at the foot of the bed turning his head to sleepily inspect the sudden noise.

“Good!” he called back and you could hear him shuffling through the crowds to presumably get to a place where you could have a conversation without the need to shout through the phone.

“Hi baby,” you heard him say after the slam of a heavy door, and you could almost see the rose flush of his cheeks and the soft blurriness of his heavy eyes with his hair pushed down onto his forehead as it always tended to be when he had even the slightest bit of alcohol in his system.

“Hey honey,” you said back and sat, opening your eyes to see Beau look at you with curious eyes from the end of the bed. “You ready to be picked up?”

Instead of an answer you heard him let out a hiccup, a laugh emitting from your lips.

“I take that as a yes,” you mumbled to yourself rather than to him as you lifted yourself from the bed after turning on the light on your bedside table to quickly grab some clothes to throw on.

“Yes please,” he said followed by another hiccup, the sleepiness clear in his voice.

“Are you still at the same club as earlier?” you asked after putting the phone on speaker so you could change into a hoodie and a pair of leggings without losing him.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’ve lost Ben.”

You furrowed your brows as you pulled the hoodie over your head, confusion clouding your mind.

“You lost Ben?” you questioned while pulling the dark material of your leggings up your legs. You grabbed your phone and left the bedroom with the night light still shining so you didn’t have to fumble around in the dark when you returned home later with your boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life.

“Yeah,” he sighed and you could picture him rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm.

“How do you lose a Ben?” you laughed as you coaxed Beau out of the bedroom so you could close the door and descend the short flight of stairs.

The rest of the house was just as dark and silent as the bedroom had been before it had been disrupted by your boyfriend calling to be picked up from a night out on the town as you made your way to the front of it.

You grabbed a pair of trainers as Mason started the recount of how his best friend had seemingly disappeared about half an hour ago and that Mason had spent a good amount of time searching for him in the bustling club before he had given up and had decided it was time to go home.

“Have you tried calling him?” you asked as you gave Beau a small goodbye scratch before exiting the house and locking the door behind you before making your way to your car.

“About one million times,” he sighed, followed by a small ‘ow’ and you snickered at the thought of him knocking his head into the wall in his intoxicated condition.

“One million times?” you repeated as you got yourself comfortable in the driver's seat and started to connect your phone to the car system.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, his voice booming through the speakers, jerking you a bit more awake before you started your route through central London in the early hours of the morning.

“And he didn’t answer?” you asked as you started to pull out of the driveway, your fingers tapping idly on the steering wheel.

“No,” Mason huffed, “but then I called you and you answered the first time.”

You laughed softly at his loving tone and if he was cartoon you could imagine the hearts in his eyes as he spoke.

“Lucky you, huh,” you teased as you looked out on the empty streets, the flickering streetlights and the spotlight of your headlights guiding you through the looming darkness.

“Lucky me indeed,” he said, his voice an octave lower and you tried to smother your giggle in the sleeve of your hoodie at his drunken attempt at flirting.

“Did you have a good night before you lost Ben?” you tried to steer the conversation away before he could make any of the crude remarks that he kept in his ever growing arsenal.

He let out a noise that you couldn’t quite interpret over the crackling connection of the phone.

“Baby, why don’t you go back inside and I’ll call you when I get there?” you asked, hoping he would accept your offer so he didn’t have to stand out in the cold night air by himself any longer than necessary.

“But I wanna talk with you,” he whined.

“You can talk to me all that you want when I’m there and tomorrow but I don’t want you standing outside all alone honey,” you tried to explain, a small fear of what might happen to him if he kept standing outside.

“I’m not alone though,” he said and through the phone you could hear him scratch the stubble of his beard.

You furrowed your brows as you tried to navigate your way through London with your heart starting to pound ever so slightly at the thought of someone loitering with your drunk boyfriend outside of a club.

“Who are you with,” you asked, hoping your voice didn’t seem too worried.

Instead of answering with the name of one of his friends like you had hoped you heard him call over to the people who were apparently standing outside along with him. “Hey, what’s your name? My girlfriend would like to know.”

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh at your drunk boyfriend and sped up just the slightest in hopes of getting to him before he could get himself into anything.

You heard a guy call back to him before Mason turned back to you on the phone. “He says his name is Peter,” he explained before turning away from the phone in his hand once again to continue his conversation with his new found friend.

“He knows who I am!” Mason suddenly exclaimed through the phone and you jolted slightly at the loud voice that filled the car.

“That’s what happens when you’re a world famous football star,” you said softly as you tried to avoid any of the drunk pedestrians who stumbled around in the streets.

“Peter says that you’re a good girlfriend because you’re picking me up,” he said after a few moments of you only hearing the mumbled noise of the conversation happening between the two of them.

“Well that’s nice of Peter,” you mumbled when you finally pulled up on the right street.

“I also think you’re a good girlfriend because you’re picking me up,” he was quick to butt in and you shook your head slightly at his antics. “And because you give the best blo-”

“Mason!” you were quick to stop him, not wanting him to advertise your sex life in the middle of the street next to some strangers.

“You didn’t even let me finish,” he complained and you could hear the other man, Peter, laughing in the background.

“Because you’re disgusting,” you laughed as you found a parking spot not too far from the entrance to the club where Mason had spent the majority of his evening.

“Am not,” he disputed an unhappy huff leaving his presumably pouting lips.

“Are too,” you teased as you shut off the engine before climbing out of the car. “I’m here by the way.”

“Already?” he asked in disbelief, “you’re so fast.”

You were about to reply but were interrupted when Mason shouted a loud goodbye to his new friend before the booming sound of the music you could hear through the door also came through the speaker on your phone.

“I’m coming for you baby!” you heard him shout before the call ended and you were left to your own devices in the middle of the street as you waited for him to return.

You sighed to yourself and closed your eyes as the cool London air swept over your face, making you dream of the warm bed that was waiting for you at home along with your dog who always found a way to the foot of the bed.

You could already see tomorrow unfold in front of you; Mason moaning about his hungover while he refused to let you do anything else but hold him until the headache went away while you stroked his hair with your dog muffling his way to lay between both of you.

After having stood outside for what felt like a tiny eternity you were ready to call Mason to ask him what was taking him so long before the voice that had previously been crackling through your phone suddenly sounded from next to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You turned your head and saw him slowly making his way towards you, his cheeks a pretty shade of rose under the yellow street lights, his eyes blurry and hair flat, just like you had imagined.

“Just picking up this guy,” you said as you pushed yourself off of the wall you had been leaning against.

He opened his arms to wrap you up in a hug in the middle of the sidewalk with people bustling around you.

“That guy is a lucky man,” he hummed with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his voice muffled in the material of your sofy hoodie.

“Is he ready to come back home?” You asked as you slowly pulled away from him, reaching down to take a hold of his hand so you could ever so slowly guide him over to the parked car,

He let out an unintelligible noise as he followed behind you, both of his hands holding your smaller one in a vice-like grip as he tried to not stumble over the uneven sidewalk. He continued to talk in a low voice, some words you were able to distinguish while others got lost in the buzzing sound of London around you.

You finally reached the car but before you had the chance to open the passenger side door so that Mason could slip in, his own hand grabbed your free one and turned you around, so you were standing facing each other under the flickering lights of the stars and the streetlights.

“What’s up?” you asked in a small voice, the fatigue of being jostled awake in the early hours of the morning slowly starting to crawl over you and sink into your bones.

“You’re so pretty,” he said back in a similar voice.

You smiled up at him before leaning up slightly so that you could bump your nose against his before pressing the gentlest of kisses on his stubbled cheek. “You’re very pretty too, my love.”

He smiled bashfully at your comment, eyes closed as he basked in the welcomed feeling of your lips against his skin.

“But I think,” you whispered against him and coaxed him to take a few small steps with you so you could open the passenger door, “that it’s time to go home.”

He just simply nodded and slumped down in the seat while you were making sure the seat belt was in place before closing the door but not before delivering a small kiss to the crown of his head.

You walked around the car and slid into the driver’s seat and smiled to yourself when you glanced over to see Mason had already thrown his head back against the window with his eyes closed.

You started to pull out of the parking space and started to carefully drive home, not wishing to disturb your boyfriend who seemed to be on the edge of sleep in the seat beside you.

The car was decked in silence besides Mason’s deep breaths as you followed the light of the streetlights that were guiding you home when you felt one of his rough hands reach out for yours that was resting idly on the gear stick.

He slipped his fingers in between yours and laid them on his jean clad thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the back of your hand.

“I’m so in love with you,” he mumbled and you quickly looked over to see that his eyes were still closed, but his lips were pulled up in a small delightful smile.

“Oh yeah?”

He hummed in response and you saw him nod in your peripheral vision.

“Like so in love with you,” he continued and he lifted your intertwined hands up so he could press a sloppy kiss against your knuckles. He kept your hands raised and started to mumbles nonsense against the soft skin of your knuckles.

He kept going like that before he suddenly dropped your hands back to his lap and turned to look at you with his eyes wide open.

“Do you wanna hear a secret?” he asked and you glanced back over at him when you finally pulled onto your street and the gate to the house was getting closer and closer.

“Sure,” you said and slowed the car down when you got to the gate so that you could unlock it.

He just sat and stared at you for a few moments while you punched in the familiar code and drove the car across the driveway and parked it.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

The light in the car was still on and when you turned your head around to look at him he was already busy watching you with his honey pool eyes.

“Are you know?” You whispered and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“I’m gonna buy you,” he sighed and threw his head back against the headrest of his seat and closed his eyes, slowly losing himself in his reveries with the feeling of your hand clasped in his and the smell of you surrounding him, “gonna buy you the best ring.”

You just sat and silently let him speak while you watched him, hearts floating freely in your eyes.

“And you’re going to look so pretty in that dress,” he sighed, “and I’m finally gonna be able to call you my wife.”

You leaned over the center console and pressed another kiss to his cheekbone, the hand that was interlocked with his reaching up and caressing the cluster of miniscule freckles that dusted his cheeks.

“That sounds lovely honey,” you whispered, not wanting to break the small bubble he had created around you with his alcohol and love filled words.

“Do you wanna marry me?” he asked cautiously, eyes finally opening ever so slightly to gaze into your adoration filled eyes.

“I would love to marry you,” you said softly and kissed his cheek again the rose blush of his cheeks making your heart flutter like a butterfly. “But I would prefer it if you proposed sometime when you weren’t absolutely hammered.”

“Don’t worry,” he finally allowed you to get your hand free so you could unlock your seatbelt and get out of the car. You quickly walked over to his side and smiled to yourself when you saw him fiddle with the seatbelt through the window.

“Need any help?” You asked when you opened the door and let out a small giggle when he huffed in annoyance and threw his head back against the headrest once more and allowed you to unclick the offending article.

“Come on,” you said as you carefully aided him in getting out of the car without tripping over his own feet, the gravel of the driveway crunching under your trainers.

He gripped your hand the same way as he had when you had led him to the car outside of the club as you led him up to the front door. While you stood and fiddled with the keys so you could unlock the door he leaned himself against you, his chest pressed against your back with his arms wrapped around your neck to keep himself standing.

When you finally got the door swung open you were greeted with the face of your Golden who was wagging his tail lazily when he saw the two of you trudge over the threshold.

“Hi baby,” Mason squealed when he saw the dog that had now raised himself to his feet and walked slowly over to where you were discarding your shoes and tried to help Mason do the same.

When you got his trainers off of his feet he dropped to his knees and started to coat the dog in love and kisses and you could hear his gibberish when you went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water.

When you return to the front hall you found him splayed out on the floor and his eyes closed with Beau resting his head on his chest.

You crouched down next to him and ran your free hand through his hair to coax him into opening his eyes.

When he finally does so you give him a small smile, “come on love, so we can get you to bed.”

He pulled himself off of the floor while gripping to your hand, Beau looking up at you with an unsatisfied glare in his dark eyes when his makeshift pillow went away.

When he stood swaying at his feet you handed him the glass of water, “drink all of it please,” you said before turning back to the door to lock it once more for the night.

When you turned back to him he was still in the process of emptying the big glass and when he was done you quickly caught a stray droplet that was trailing down his chin before setting the glass down on the table near the front door.

He took a hold of your hand once again and you dragged him up the stairs, his feet heavy against the carpeted steps.

When you finally reached the bedroom he was quick in letting you go and fell head first into the bed that you had abandoned just 40 minutes prior.

“Mason,” you laughed softly and started to try and turn him around so he was laying on his back instead of his front, “we have to get you out of your clothes.”

Beau entered the bedroom and hopped onto the bed and settled himself on the covers as Mason sat up and lifted his arms over his head and waited for you to pull his shirt off him.

When you had gotten the shirt off of him you started loosening his belt only for him to start giggling like a child and tried to swat your hands away.

“At least take me out to dinner first,” he giggled while continuing to fight you.

“You suck,” you laughed softly under your breath before you finally managed to remove his belt so you could start to pull his jeans down. When they were finally off you took his dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper before going to the bathroom.

You returned to the bedroom to find him lying on top of the covers on his stomach while petting Beau, his hair a mess on top of his head.

When he heard you enter the bedroom he turned his eyes and kept them on your body as you stripped out of the clothes you had thrown on and changed back into the shirt you had worn to bed earlier.

“If we have a boy can we name him Mason?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned back to watch him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his boxers.

“I beg your pardon?”

He sat up and started to climb under the covers like you were doing and settled himself down next to you with the tip of his nose brushing yours.

“In the future,” he started again, “if we have a son can we name him Mason?”

You let out a small giggle and shook your head against the pillow, his eyebrows furrowing together at your refusal.

“I’ll think about it,” you laughed and kissed his cheek before turning around to turn off the bedside light.

You felt his body slither closer to yours and smiled when you felt his arm snake around your waist, his mouth resting by your ear.

“Y/N Mount sounds pretty good in my ears,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted back to sleep with the sound of your boyfriend’s drunken snores in your ear.

There was a welcomed heavy weight on your back when you opened your eyes, the pale morning light creeping in through the drawn curtains and painting the room and a golden sheen.

You slowly blinked your eyes a few times before turning around to get a proper look at your snoozing boyfriend, his hair matted to his forehead and his cheek squished against the pillow beneath him.

You smiled softly, the sunlight early in the morning alway painting him in the softest ways. Careful brushstrokes of brown being used to depict his messy hair and the most careful splatter of stars to decorate his cheek and the bridge of his nose. The most perfect rosy shade on his lips and cheeks, just begging, insisting, demanding to be loved solely by your own lips.

As you lifted your hand ever so slowly, careful to not disturb the peaceful man sleeping next to you, you started to trace the familiar constellations scattered on his cheeks, longing to feel the beauty of him under the tips of your fingers.

When your finger first made contact with his skin you saw his eyes flutter ever so slightly before they pried themselves open, chocolate and gold meeting your own eyes as they blinked a few times just like you had done yourself.

“Good morning,” you whispered softly, not wanting to make his inevitable headache worse.

“Morning,” he said back, his voice raspy and sleepy.

“On a scale of one to ten, how dead are you feeling?” you teased and brushed some of his hair off of his forehead.

“Eleven,” he groaned and buried his head deeper into the fluffy pillow.

You snickered and carefully maneuvered out of bed so you didn’t disturb him anymore than necessary. You heard him groan and complain as you quickly descended the stairs and grabbed another glass of water and some painkillers before you made your way back up to your bedroom.

You sat the pills and the glass of water down on his bedside table and glanced down at Beau who was still snoozing away at the foot of the bed.

“I don’t remember anything from last night,” Mason groaned as he slowly sat up against the beadboard.

“Nothing?” you questioned and handed him the pills for him to swallow followed by the tall glass.

“Nothing after midnight at least,” he said and closed his eyes again when he had downed the water and had sat it back on the nightstand.

“So,” you said and moved closer to him so you could run a hand over his bare shoulder, “you don’t remember basically proposing to me?”

At this he was quick in opening his eyes to see you grinning at him before he closed his eyes again with a groan and tilted his head back against the wall.

“Please tell me I actually didn’t do that,” he whimpered.

“Oh,” you laughed, “you really did.”

“No, no, no,” he groaned to himself, his hands rubbing over his cheeks.

“You also asked if we could name our future son Mason,” you told him and let out a laugh when he let out a louder groan this time.

“We are not naming our son Mason,” he clarified with a muffled voice through his hands that were covering his face, “but I am gonna marry you someday, that part was good enough.”

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↬ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐫. 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

abstract — the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than he’s ever been.

pairing — ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!reader

wc — 4.1k+ im so sorry lmao

warnings — cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333

His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadn’t told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person you’d ever thought would be there.

Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didn’t. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off.

Well, Ransom wasn’t necessarily known for biting his tongue. Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it.

It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since he’d be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill.

Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldn’t tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasn’t to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldn’t realize it then.

You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant.

He just knew.

Maybe it’s why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human he’d ever met. More had to do with him.

Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen.

A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this — didn’t make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didn’t.

Truly, Ransom didn’t realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss.

He still remembers the moment.

Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how he’d forgotten why he’d gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place.

“Here, let me help.” New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment.

“You smell like him.” A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that you’d know it did. “I smell like who?”

“My ex-boyfriend.” Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch.

He didn’t push you away either.

“But he definitely didn’t look this good.” Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. “Definitely didn’t feel this good.”

He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, you’d looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring.

Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow.

“He never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.” You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure — pulling him into you.

Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe he’d be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch.

What did Ransom want?

Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine.

The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess.

He didn’t really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself.

He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew he’d have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didn’t care.

It’s why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it.

He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option.

Thanks to him, you didn’t forget about him.

The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across.��

Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life.

Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldn’t help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care.

He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. It’s what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same.

So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard.

Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didn’t matter who talked to him — Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way.

He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course.

Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did.

The weeks and months blended together. He couldn’t really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasn’t fucking you like he really wanted to.

Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch.

More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day.

It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before.

Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in.

Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on. Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction.

He knew what she wanted; he didn’t even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place.

“I said no. Don’t know why you bothered coming here.” Linda angrily sighed. “You should at least show up.”

Ransom didn’t notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didn’t even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her son’s embrace.

“It’s for Walt. You need to be there.” She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. “I expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.”

The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow.

“I already told you, I can’t.” Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasn’t lost on him. “I have plans. Send him my best.”

Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you.

“You have plans? What else could be more important than your family?” The louder Linda’s voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off.

He really needed to change his locks.

Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake — trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn.

“Fine. I’ll go. Can you just leave?” She accepted Ransom’s submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him.

She really didn’t like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest.

Almost like his life depended on it.

“Who is she to you?” With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransom’s cerulean blues.

“I don’t know yet.” Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, he’d never act like that towards you. “Maybe someone I don’t deserve, but want to be better for.”

His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didn’t know what Linda said next or when she left.

Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didn’t have to deal with anything, he didn’t have to say a word.

He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around.

It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of.

Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy.

Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands.

He’d never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe he’d never been empathetic a day in his life at all.

Until now.

To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasn’t from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom.

Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing she’d been right about checked off the list.

The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. They’d never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransom’s rage.

Except Harlan.

Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldn’t believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself.

More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy.

No bribes. No schemes. No games.

Just you.

“Hugh, please talk to me.” How could he? It’s not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasn’t sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself.

“I know I lied and I fucked up, but please — we need to talk about it.” Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. “We should have talked about this the moment you met me.”

Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had.

“You’re right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?” He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. “Yes I can.” Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story.

“That’s fair.” Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it.

Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self.

“Did you still love him?” Ransom questioned you. “I did. At the time, he’s all I ever really knew. I thought that’s what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.”

Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didn’t split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex.

His friend.

“Then we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.” You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth.

“He told me how much I’d been irritating him and I couldn’t help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.” You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down.

“Then I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights we’d been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.” You sighed, watching as he frowned.

“I ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.” You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face.

“You made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.” This piqued Ransom’s interest.

You said love.

Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world?

Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you?

Even if you had broken his heart, he’d done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasn’t really in a place to judge but it didn’t change the fact it still hurt. A lot.

“Hugh.” You heard him gulp rather loudly. “Yes?” His tone came out as more of a question than a response.

The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. “You've barely said a word.” He was surprised he didn’t scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes.

He was surprised he hadn’t let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you.

He was surprised he somehow couldn’t inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands.

In pure bliss of just how much you owned him.

“I hate it. This fucking corner you’ve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.” The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. “You used me just to get back at him.”

“Like I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldn’t be mad.” He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. “I’ve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.” To your surprise, even Ransom’s, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him.

You hated yourself for letting it get to this point.

“But you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because you’re so much more than that to me.” The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop.

He would give anything �� even you.

He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyone’s mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed.

“I just assumed I was that for you.” You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. “You are, though. You are more than that.”

“Then how could you be so okay with lying to me?” The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him.

You let the tension get to you first.

“Because I-I was scared if I told you the truth, you’d never tell me.” You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out.

“Tell you what?” His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed.

“I can’t spell this one out for you.” You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions weren’t free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but.

“I don’t know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.” He bit back, growing impatient and tired. “Any other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-”

Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I thought I could.” He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him.

You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe it’s why it worked for as long as it did.

“Hugh! Get back here.” You were running, thankful you’d gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels you’d usually wear.

Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom.

This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them.

This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because that’s when his own mother didn’t bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school.

This was someone who didn’t know how to love — and to be loved.

By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldn’t fucking find them.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale.” Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. “For once in your life, stop running away.”

“Why not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?” His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding.

“I can’t speak for everyone else. I can’t speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.” You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.

“I can only speak for me.” Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it.

You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didn’t let him be for long.

Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand.

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.” You thought it would be easier if he didn’t have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“You’ve done nothing but treat me like a princess. You’ve done right by me, more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.” You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you.

“I never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.” You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath he’d be holding all his life could finally be set free.

“I love you, Hugh.” The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own.

All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him.

He couldn’t fathom it really because you’d been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better.

You liked how he felt on your tongue, too.

The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll.

The first woman he had ever fallen in love with.

The first one he’d stick around and not run away for.

So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasn’t ready to say it outright. Loud and proud.

Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body — no longer lost in the blues.

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write-orflight · 4 years ago

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Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night. Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!”

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going.

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--”

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--”

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.”

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--”

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.”

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.”

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says.

“Fine.” Steve sighs.

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.”

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks.

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.”

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Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous.

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at.

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?”

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently.

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks.

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century.

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world.

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.”

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?”

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.”

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.”

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.”

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask.

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers.

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you.

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen.

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old.

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way.

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?”

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you.

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting.

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.”

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew.

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song.

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.”

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly.

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage.

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit.

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.”

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.”

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century.

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables.

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight.

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky.

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods.

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.”

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor.

“Everything alright, fella?”

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.”

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point.

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though.

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips.

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them.

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away.

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift.

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.”

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.”

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.”

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.”

“Change your set or you’re fired.”

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.”

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life.

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week.

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?”

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully.

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says.

“I prefer the rain.”

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.”

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building.

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes.

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.”

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says.

“Good.” You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire.

“How will you get home?” He asks.

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.”

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.”

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say.

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak.

“Okay.” You smile back.

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly.

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.”

“Mae?” Steve asks.

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.”

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?”

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.”

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions.

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind.

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wreckofawriter · 5 years ago

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Drunken Kisses

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Alochal use, swears like twice

Request: @justsomeficsyo hey my love, I hope you're doing well with lockdown! Could I request number 46 with Draco? If not use it for any other character (if you're sick of writing for him), I always love ur writing! ❤️❤️

46- you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

A/n: not gonna cap, kinda feel like this is shit but oh well. Idek what to say, I'm pretty sure I'm in a slump rn, my last two fics have been actual garbage. I hope you guys like it better than I do.

The quidditch world cup was something you had been wanting to go to for ages. You went to one when you were fourteen but it didn’t end well and since then all you had been wanting to do was go to one where you wouldn’t be almost burnt alive. You loved the sport, you played it for your own school and made a decent beater, since you graduated and stopped playing your thirst for the game grew. You finally decided after your second year of college you would go. You rounded up a bunch of your friends and apparated to the stadium. It had been built the year before, brand new everything, you were thrilled.

You and your friends all have the same intention when going to the game and that was to watch quidditch and get completely smashed. You were going into your third year of college the next year which meant you would have to buckle down and work so this was about it for the year. You were dressed in red and black clothes that showed too much, one of your favorite teams, the Buglrians was back in the cup thanks to their far too attractive seeker; Viktor Krum. You and four others piled into your tent where Gabby and Annabeth had already started drinking. You laughed at them claiming you weren’t going to start till five and they booed mixing up a margarita with too much vodka.

By the time the match started, you were two drinks in and Gabby was nearly blackout drunk. Annabeth had already passed out. You tried to wake her up before sighing and tucking the covers up to her chin. You made your way through the crowds of people, you and the three girls you were with all should have been wearing more than you were but none of you gave areally cared. Alex had the word ‘Krum’ painted across her stomach and you and Ruby both had black and red handprints covering your legs and arms. You were all covered in glitter and glow sticks which were enchanted to circle around your frame.

Some Holyhead Harpie fans booed as you walked past and you flipped them off while Gabby shouted, “You’re just mad you're gonna lose!”

You got to the stands pushing your way through a few people and climbing way too many stairs until you were in the center of the piled seats, You stood at the railing as Alex passed you a beer. You made small talk until the announcer came on introducing the teams. You all screamed like crazy when the Bulgarians flew into the field, Krum did a handstand on his broom whipping past and Ruby mumbled, “God he’s hot” Next to you.

The game was amazing. You were getting progressively louder as it went on. 40 points Harpy’s, 20 Bulgaria, then 60 Harpy’s, 70 Bulgaria. Until finally, as the game progressed Krum came dive-bombing out of the sky streaking after a flash of gold. He caught it moments before pulling upwards holding it in his fist. You were elated.

The four of you headed back towards your tent, Gabby was giggling about something you couldn’t make sense of as when suddenly a guy around your age popped out of his tent holding a pack of beers.

“Blaise?” Ruby asked in disbelief. The name rung a distant bell.

He turned towards you, “Holy shit Ruby?”

She laughed walking over to him, you followed a bit confused, your mind hazy with alcohol.

They talked for a second before she turned to introduce you. You smiled and shook his hand and suddenly it struck you, “Oh! You’re the guy she had a major crush on in high school.”

Your eyes widened as you slapped your hand over your mouth Alex burst out laughing.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

The man brushed it off with a wave of his hand, “You guys should head over with me, a bunch of us have a bonfire going and I think someone brought a keg.”

“Then why are you carrying a six-pack of beer?” Alex asked.

“Because their stuff probably tastes like shit.” He shrugged, “Are you guys coming?”

Ruby glanced back at you and you shrugged, “Why not?”

You followed Blaise about a quarter-mile from your tent to where a massive fire was raging. There must have been thirty college kids in the area, filling picnic tables and dancing on the grass. Someone had brought two kegs actually and it was apparent that a good chunk of them were hammered. It was dead silent until you stepped into a small glowing ring and suddenly the music was so loud you had to shout to hear anything.

The smell of burning wood, weed, and beer was thick as yelling and laughter could be heard above the pop song which blared overhead. You laughed turning to see that Alex was already making her way towards one of the kegs. You followed her getting booed by a group of people sitting at a picnic table who were adorned in green and yellow.

“You’re the ones who lost!” Alex shouted from over your shoulder handing you a blue cup. Blaise was right, the beer tasted like shit.

Draco watched as Blaise returned with four girls in tow. He sighed, rolling his eyes, not at all surprised by the new additions. All four were in black and red and were smiling widely. He snickered watching as one stumbled over nothing before finding her way to a picnic table. When his eyes landed on you they widened, your hair was messy and swiped back from your face, your cheeks flushed the shorts you were wearing left little to the imagination and the t-shirt was hugging your curves. You were stunning. His mouth went dry as his gaze followed you toward a keg, you laughed as one of your friends said something he couldn’t make out. Your smile was mesmerizing.

Draco was broken from his trance when Blaise coupled with one of the girls from before sat in front of him blocking his view.

“Draco, you remember Ruby right?” he spoke gesturing towards the girl.

“Totally.” He lied, “Good to see you.” he craned his neck to the side attempting to catch a glimpse of you again.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, “Watcha looking for?” he asked, turning around too.

“Nothing.” Draco shrugged, finding you sitting on the grass with the girl from before.

“See a hot girl?” Ruby joked, smirking following his gaze, “That’s y/n by the way.”

Draco felt his cheeks go hot, “I’m sorry who’s y/n?”

“Who do you think?” She laughed, “The one you’re staring at, I’m not blind.”

“Which one is y/n again?” Blaise questioned, “Redhead or y/h/c?”

“Y/h/c.” Ruby responded, “She’s single you know.” she wiggled her eyebrows, “Very single.”

“Well, that’s convenient.” Baise mussed, “So is Draco”

He rolled his eyes at their smirks and took a beer from the pack his friend had brought. His eyes wandered back to you as Ruby and Blaise’s conversation left without him. You were laying on your back now laughing hysterically as your friend tried to drink lying down, spilling beer down her front. You lifted out your wand to clean it before leaning over and whispering something into her ear. You waved it twice at the fire and suddenly it flickered deep black and red flames.

“Bulgaria!” You and your friend shouted as Ruby turned around laughing. A few words from Harpy fans had the fire turned back to its original color.

“Y/n! Alex!” Ruby called beckoning you towards them with a hand.

You stumbled to your feet, white tennis shoes smudged with grass, “What’s up?” You giggled walking around the table and seating yourself next to Draco, Alex slumped on your other side.

“Not much we were-” She was cut off when the song suddenly changed.

You squealed, leaping to your feet and hitting your bare knees on the hardwood, you didn’t seem to notice. You snatched Alex’s hand dragging her to her feet as well. You blurted out lyrics off-key as you climbed onto the table, glow sticks hovering around you as you swayed your hips to the music. You twirled on the tips of your shoes bringing your beer to your lips as a microphone

Cheers and whistles from nearby people only encouraged you as you continued to drunkenly dance on the table “My loneliness is killing me, I must confess I still believe.” You drew out each word. Feet tapping along with the beat as Alex jumps up with you grabbing your hands. You sang together as Ruby howled with laughter beneath you.

Your feet caught suddenly and you tumbled backward with scream you knocked directly into Draco’s’s chest knocking him from his seat and onto the grass with a thump. Draco groaned, opening his eyes and feeling his cheeks flush. You were laying on top of him, your hands holding you up as your face hovered just over his.

Your eyes were wide as you traced the man’s features. His shimmering blond hair, deep red cheeks, sharp jawline, and icy blue eyes. Your heart sped in your chest as your gaze flicked down to his pink lips which were parted slightly.

“You’re so pretty.” You mumbled and Draco felt his breath leave his lungs.

“I should be saying that to you.” He countered shakily.

You giggled, staring for a moment too long, “I should probably stand up.”

He nodded slowly, “Yeah.”

You got to your feet, Draco doing the same, both of you were bright red as you turned back to the group, Blaise winked at him and he rolled his eyes.

The conversation continued and you slowly began to inch towards Draco craving his warmth, he smelt of expensive college and mint, it was intoxicating. The blonde almost jumped when he felt you lean onto him, your hand resting on his thigh. You laid your head onto his shoulder and Draco found himself resisting the urge to lean back into you.

As the party began to dwindle Ruby decided that you should probably head back to your tent when Alex passed out on the table.

“Where’s Gabby?” She asked glancing around to see her sitting with a group of girls you didn’t recognize. You pouted as she attempted to haul you to your feet.

“Y/n, we have to go.” She mumbled as you clung to Draco’s arm. He looked stunned.

“No!” You whined, “I don’t want to go!”

“God, you’re like a toddler when your drunk.” She huffed pinching the bridge of her nose.

Finally, you got to your feet, stumbling and falling almost immediately. Draco stood to help you when he offered you a hand you took it but when he pulled you toward him you used that momentum to smash yourself onto his lips.

You stood on your toes ramming your tongue into his mouth your eyes closed as you pulled him towards you. Draco kissed you back for just a second before pushing you away.

Ruby stared at the scene her jaw dropped.

“Why’d you pull away?” You pouted up at him, your hands fiddling with his shirt.

“Because you are crazy drunk.” He responded hardly able to make out the sentence.

“Fine. I'll kiss you when I’m not drunk.” You declared turning to Ruby, “Do you have a pen?”

She shook her head.

You groaned snatching your wand from your pocket and shouting, “Accio pen!” about a dozen rushed at you. You snatched one turning to Draco and grabbing his hand, pulling up his shirt. You began to write on his forearm, the cap of the pen lodged between your lips.

You pulled away, your phone number scrawled onto his skin, “You better call me.” You mumbled turning on your heels to follow your friends.

Ruby snorted “You are going to regret so much of what just happened tomorrow morning.”

Taglist:

@accio-rogers

@roslea

@k3nz-doodl3

@theseuscmander

@sleepingalaska

@chloe-geoghegan1

Masterlist

#harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter au #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter ships #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy imagine #draco x oc #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy

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baranedizille · 4 years ago

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could you recomend favorite dn fanfiction? i love you those who stand fanart and started to read it thnks to you, but it's so long i need warm ups lol

Ohohoh. First of all, thank you, I'm glad you started reading the monster because of my art. Khem-khem, so....

Fanfiction rec list

(it’s all lawlight, sry)

⚫ means multichaptered

⚫ Iridescence by raisuki on ao3. + a oneshot Radiance

Rating: Mature

This is my favourite-favourite one, really. I can’t express how much I love it, just read it!!! Beware: angsty and hopeless.

⚪ You are a wasp nest by raisuki on ao3

Rating: Mature

Blind!Light, college au, kinda fluff.

⚪ Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies by Hedonistic Opportunist on fanfiction net

Rating: Mature

It’s angst and hurts but really worth to read.

⚪ Sugar and pumpkin spice by deleted acc on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Very fluff very nice very ahhh, coffee shop au with Light as barrista and L as his annoying client.

⚪ Shame is pride's cloak by youremyqueen on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Submissive L and Light who took Watari’s (who’s dead oops) role to look after L. And well, he’s pretty good at it, you kno.

⚪ By night we go naked, by day we go blind by youremyqueen on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Just a really good smut (as any smut by the author). Written for a kink meme, prompt was: sensory deprivation.

⚪ See me by Shadow_of_Quill on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Innocent!Light and open ending (quite happy!).

⚫ Seeking his hand (unfinished) by magic__mind on ao3

Rating: Explicit (actually there’s really little of explicit content, because yeah, it’s unfinished)

“A historical regency-esque romance AU in which L seeks Light's hand in marriage”. It’s pretty ooc as you may suppose, but ah, anyway, this one is really good!

⚪ Sola Fide by Serria on ao3

Rating: Mature

The first fic I read in dn fandom and let me say, it raised the bar of quality very high. Misora gives L the lead he needs so he captures Light and tortues him to find the truth. Open end.

⚫ The Lies of Light Yagami by kildeer on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Additional pairings: Light/Mikami, Light/Takada

Light wants to make L love him so he can destroy him by that, I’m not going to say more, just read it. Really good and angst.

⚫ The Life and Time of Genius Detective L Lawliet & Repentant Murderer Light Yagami by Devilinthebox on ao3 + a collection of drabbles Photographs

Rating: Mature

A tag: It's a fic about a fictional biography about two fictional douchebags, - so that’s it. Light is without his memories of being Kira and given the second chance by L. Also they’re in love and travelling. Really worth to read + sad ending hemh

⚫ Our Bodies, Possessed by Light by Devilinthebox on ao3

Rating: Mature

Additional pairings: B/Misora, one-sided Mello/L

“L. Lawliet is a gifted photographer who believes he has understood the light and its secrets. Light Yagami is a young, unstable and slightly crooked model. Together, they kill time”. Really good and, wow, happy ending!!

⚪ A Kiss For Christmas by Rachello344 on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

Very nice one, college!au. L, Light’s roommate is invited to spend Xmass hollidays at Yagamis.

⚪ Buried Alive by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

“ post-apocalypse AU where L is subtly implied to be a doomsday prepper, Light does small gardening+cooking, and they watch a VHS of Murder She Wrote”. It was a real gift to me to find it, post-apoc au and Lawlight isolated together ohmygod.

⚪ Tell me I’m good by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Explicit

“L recieves a drunk call from light who is hiding in the bathroom at a party”. Reeeeeally atmospheric, just read it, I’m not going to explain, it’s not just another smut.

⚫ Hand in unlovable hand by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Trans!Light, a collection of drabbles nsfw and not. I love James’ writing what else to say.

⚪ In your shoes by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Warning!professor/student. “After L sees his student/paramour Light step in mud, he rushes to give him the shoes off his own feet“. Really nice one.

⚪ Special credits by Serahne on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Professor and student but without any warning. More humorous than shippy, Light is an overconfident student and L is an asshole professor.

⚪ Love is War by Zara_Zara on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

School au and oh so sweet. “This is secretly a 4 + 1 fic in which Light and L almost confess plus the one time they did”.

⚪ Is that my shirt? by Zara_Zara on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

As you can gues hehe, they steal each other’s clothes, oh dorks.

⚪ A Tithe to Hell by Aja on ao3 (one chapter but long so it’s actually ⚫)

Rating: Explicit

Kind of classic and for a reason. The middle of it is kinda crazy but ok hahah, I just warned you. “Light has thirteen days to find out how it will feel--not just to kill, but to destroy”.

⚫ Nights by youremyqueen on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Additional pairings: L/Aiber, L/B, Light/Misa

Another classic. I’m going to be honest, I read it really briefly hhahah. I can say though, it’s reaaaally well written and lawlight is very good in it. Totally would recommend it to L stans.

⚪ (x) ao3 profile is inkfeathers

Rating: General Audiences

I’m a sucker for hogwarts au and this one is soooo good, Light and L are students.

⚪ Groundstroke by VerdePradera on ao3

Rating: Mature

L and Light are professional tennis players, and Light isn’t going to come out of closet and L is upset and I love the fic really much.

Addition how could I forget it wtf

⚫ Coexistence is boredom (unfinished) by Sakurazukamori6 on fanfiction net

Rating: Mature

Golden classic. “This story takes place after Raito gets his memories back, but for the mere sake of fun, L leaves the handcuffs on for a big longer". Just fucking good, ok?

#lawlight #fic rec #fanfiction recommendation #death note #ask #anonymous

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writethelifeyouwant · 4 years ago

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300 Follower Fic Challenge!

I don’t even know where to start … (kinda like all of my fics 👉🏻👉🏻 😉 ) My little hell-hole has grown to be 300 strong! We can now band together to fail at stopping invading Persian armies, woo hoo!

But seriously, thank you all so much for your support of me and my writing, it means the world! I’ve met and interacted with so many amazing people on this hellsite over the past year and made some new friends that I will cherish for life.

I got my mojo back by joining a celebratory follower writing challenge and as I am in a celebratory mood I want to do the same. These are some of my favourite ways to meet new people and read new things so I would love it if you all would come hang out, write some stuff, read some stuff, and generally have a good time! If you’re interested the rules and prompts will be below the cut.

Rules/Guidelines/Instructions:

As it is a follower challenge, it would be sweet if you followed me, but I won’t require that as I know I and my blog are an acquired taste 😋

Minimum word count is 100, no maximum because I am the biggest fiend in ignoring those limits. I don’t want to stifle your creativity! If your work is over 500 words please use the keep reading function when you post.

Pick one prompt from below by sending me an ask or a message. There will only be one person per prompt AND / OR Send me an ask with a prompt from below plus a character/pairing (and any other details you like) for me to write for you. (I have no idea if people will want to do that. If I get multiple requests I will pop them in a random generator to pick one to write before the due date - but I’ll save the others for a rainy day!)

Start Date: January 7, 2021 | End Date: February 28, 2021 - I’ll post a Masterlist on March 1, 2021

I will read and reblog all entries!

Feel free to write for any character, ship, pairing, or moresome from Supernatural/Supernatural RPF - I’m not picky in the slightest.

Can be smut - can be not - whatever floats your little boat

Can be xReader insert but doesn’t have to be

Tag things appropriately and include warnings for things like non-con / dub-con ; underage ; violence ; etc. you know, the typical stuff

I’ll try anything once; include whatever kinks you can think up EXCEPT - I would prefer not to read about solid bodily excrements. If you want to write that go for it, just tag it appropriately, and know I won’t read it personally, but I will still reblog 😊

Feel free to combine this with other challenges, or bingos or whatever you crazy kids are doing these days

Tag me in your posts ( @writethelifeyouwant ) and use the tag #Mads300MadOnes

HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN BITCHES 😘

Prompts:

Why aren’t you scared of me? / Why do you care for me? - bury a friend, Billie Eilish @thinkinghardhardlythinking

And I ache to remember / All the violent, sweet / Perfect words that you said - Come On Get Higher, Matt Nathanson

Brother, let me be your fortress / When the night wheels are driving on / Be the one to light the way / Bring you home - Brother, NEEDTOBREATHE

All we do is drive / All we do is think about the feelings that we hide - Drive, Halsey @fandomfic-galore

Been through every emotion / Right now I'm sad, I'm broken / Like the bottles on the floor - Undrunk, FLETCHER @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Did I say something way too honest / Made you run and hide / Like a scared little boy - Forever & Always, Taylor Swift

They don't almost say "I love you" / When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk - Friends Don’t, Maddie & Tae @negans-lucille-tblr

All the pretty girls like Samuel - All the Pretty Girls, KALEO @calaofnoldor

And all of the voices surrounding us here / They just fade out when you take a breath - Tenerife Sea, Ed Sheeran

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink / Beneath the skin of our tattoos - Brother, Kodaline

I want to taste her lips / Yeah, 'cause they taste like you - Girl Crush, Little Big Town

Run away with me / Let me be your ride out of town / Let me be the place that you hide / We can make our lives on the go - Run Away With Me, Aaron Tveit

If you find yourself in a lion's den / I'll jump right in / And pull my pin / And go with you - My Blood, Twenty One Pilots @peridottea91

Well I came home / Like a stone / And I fell heavy into your arms - I Will Wait, Mumford & Sons @anaelsbrunette

So you tore my heart out / And I don't mind bleeding - Lonely Boy, The Black Keys

Sam, you’re ready / Let’s go, anywhere / Get the car packed and throw me the key / Run away with me - Run Away With Me, Aaron Tveit

I know that you'll never feel like I do / I will break into pieces right in front of you / I will burn down the city and string up the noose / And you'll watch in wonder - Put It on Me, Matt Maeson

Your light blinding me / Like a goldmine unfound - Keeper, Reignwolf

I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional / I'm visceral, reloadable / I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy - Twisted, MISSIO @daydream3r-xo

It's my right to be hellish / I still get jealous / 'Cause you're too fuckin’ beautiful / And everybody wants your sex / That’s why / I still get jealous - Jealous, Nick Jonas @mummybear

But I find holy redemption / When I put this car in drive - My Church, Maren Morris

Hey Brother, there's an endless road to re-discover / Hey Sister, Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker - Hey Brother, Avicii

Cradle our desire / To keep from drowning - Drowning, Radio Company

They don't talk about the future and put each other in it / And get chills with every accidental touch - Friends Don’t, Maddie & Tae @sams-sass

It's not living if it's not with you / All I do is sit and drink without you - It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You), The 1975

Playlist:

All these songs' lyrics have been drawn from this playlist here if you’re curious about your songs or just want some banging tunes. A huge thanks to everyone who contributed to this playlist ahead of this challenge! (Yes, this is my Wincest/J2 Playlist, but the prompts can be used however you like!)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2otdHADd4ikZzweopAwbeL?si=Aafvxls3SViqHdwTnoD75w

#Mads300MadOnes #follower celebration #fic challenge

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officialleotolstoy · 4 years ago

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Oh Danatole Brainrot We’re Really In It Now, aka Danatole playlist annotations!

I am NOT going apologize for making this. I’m not. But know I am feeling shame.

Nobody - Hozier

“I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave”

This is a bit of a best-case-scenario song, but I really feel like the vibes are encapsulated here. It’s got the energy of “i love you because we sin together and it’s fun” and also “I have a lot of lovers but lowkey.... you’re my fave 😳” which is, as I said, the best I could ever see them getting to.

Bad Decisions - Bastille

“So we’ll make the same mistakes til the morning breaks”

This song is about being idiots together and also knowing it’s not good for you which is the vibe. Also the refusal to have an Actual Relationship in “love me, leave me, rhythm of the evening” pops off. This song GETS that it’s a more casual thing but also weirdly important to them. Oh and “maybe this is where it ends” can be interpreted to be about the elopement plan if you want to stretch it.

Quarter Past Midnight - Bastille

“Good times, bad decisions”

“Let’s go be stupid together in public and also maybe hold hands uwu”

Glory - Bastille

“Passing the drink from hand to hand, we admit we really know nothing at all”

“Let’s go get drunk together in private and also maybe hold hands uwu”

Nocturnal Creatures - Bastille

“We’ve only got ourselves to blame, again and again and again”

The whole deal with this song is like. We’re in love kind of I guess but like only when in certain situations when our guard is down. Does that make sense?? It does in my head. And the idea of it being something stupid that they both keep coming back to despite being aware of it really fits. Disclaimer I’m not trying to suggest these two are Deeply In Love I’m just bad at wording things

Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco

“I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you”

“You’re bad for me but we keep coming back to each other” vibes again. I don’t think Anatole is aware of how bad this actually is, he canonically has no idea he’s being manipulated, but I do think Dolokhov has a much better perspective on it. In my mind, Dolokhov really wishes he did not feel Anything for Anatole but. That is not working out the way he planned it, so a lot of these “why do I keep doing this :/“ songs are more from Dolokhov’s side than Anatole’s.

The Waves - Bastille

“Oh what would your mother say if she could see what we’re doing now?”

Look I added this for the Dolokhov’s mom jokes okay. That was the whole reason. I could very much see Anatole saying this exact thing to him.

Hell and You - Amigo the Devil

“Live with me in this sin forever”

Man the ENERGY of this song. The admittance and focus on them both being terrible people but enjoying being terrible together...yeah that’s them.

4am - Bastille

“You are my familiar”

The idea of just accepting something maybe not so great because it’s familiar which becomes easy which becomes fun...I very much think that’s how their relationship progressed, at least from Dolokhov’s end (You’re probably thinking “wow Wren, this playlist is super skewed toward Dolokhov’s feelings on the matter” and you’re right it’s because I hate Anatole 🥰). It’s definitely too forthcoming about actually enjoying the experience but oh well. Oh, and I stole a line from it for a fic once so it gets a permanent spot.

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

“You and me could write a bad romance”

It is objectively a bad romance, but the real reason this song is on here is that I always forget it is and it makes me laugh every time

It Will Come Back - Hozier

“Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it”

Man Dolokhov really said ok I will manipulate this kid for a lil bit for money and then seven years later he’s helping him plan some illicit elopement for no personal gain huh. Life is crazy. Basically this song covers the “you were not intending for me to stick around but I’m a fixture of your life now!” thing. I wholeheartedly believe Dolokhov never planned to spend this much time with the Kuragins he just accidentally got attached.

Mamma Mia - ABBA

“You know you won’t be away too long”

It doesnt work super well but it makes me laugh okay!!! The concept of being bad for each other and not really working well but coming back to each other for some reason anyway is there.

No Light, No Light - Florence + The Machine

“No light in your bright blue eyes”

I heard the phrase bright blue eyes and smashed the add to playlist button, that’s it. But the more I listened to it the more I decided it could work post-elopement if you stretch it. “I’d do anything to make you stay” is obviously intended to be a romantic don’t-leave-me thing in the song but you can take it as the preparations scene if you really want. Not to suggest preparations is a romantic don’t-leave-me thing, that is very much not what I mean. “You cant choose what stays and what fades away” We all know Anatole wanted to flounce off with Natasha but in the end he was left eating dinner with Dolokhov 😔✌🏻 Dolokhov stayed and Natasha faded away hmmmm. Yes, purposely misinterpreting media is one of my favorite pastimes, why do you ask?

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody - Fergie

I don’t even have a lyric for this this is straight up just there for the hedonism/partying energy

We Are Young - fun.

“Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart”

This is mostly also just here for the friends/lovers at bars and parties living it up type beat. But the line “I know that I’m not all that you’ve got/I guess that I just thought maybe we could find new ways to fall apart” bit does kinda hit. It’s by no means exclusive but they do kinda have fun yknow? Also the awareness that they are falling apart rather than doing anything worthwhile or loving is pretty fun.

Fine Line - Harry Styles

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes”

Obviously Dolokhov would not admit to being devoted to Anatole, and I don’t think I can in good conscience say that he is, but I think he’s definitely more devoted than he wants to be. It’s more about the hate line anyway. I initially just added it because I was like oh it works as a fine line between love and...not love, but honestly some of the lyrics work pretty well. Now that I’m armed with the knowledge that Anatole’s name means sunrise, I can say “you sunshine, you temptress” fits too.

I Dare You - The Regrettes

“I never wanted to get too close to you but now it looks like I’m getting too close to you”

RIGHT OFF THE BAT this one gets it. That lyric is The Vibe. “You’re gonna fall but I’ll catch you” is reminiscent of Dolokhov helping Anatole get out of (and into) messes constantly, although in an ideal world it would be a lot more grudging. And not to harp on about this but “you’re the one that brings the sun” 🔈ANATOLE MEANS SUNRISE🔈

Nine in the Afternoon - Panic! At The Disco

“Your eyes are the size of the moon”

I did warn you guys there would be several songs on here that are only there because they mention eyes, right? I definitely said that somewhere. I am going to use Dolokhov’s bright blue orbs for my nefarious Danatole playlist purposes and there’s nothing you can do about it. “You could cause you can so you do” does encapsulate Anatole’s thought process pretty well though, I think.

The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy

“Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme”

Not Dolokhov constantly using Anatole for money 🙄✋🏻 MLM in more ways than one. But also the idea of falling for someone being a kind of defeat works well. Admit you like him, Dolokhov. I dare you.

Bromance - Chester See & Ryan Higa

“Bromance, nothing really gay about it”

Historians will say they were roommates. I’m sorry this song just makes me laugh and I refuse to remove it.

Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco

“You fooled me once with your eyes now, honey, you fooled me twice with your lies”

Rhyming eyes with lies is peak Dolokhovcore! And the “Sarah doesn’t care, she lives in her world so unaware” is Anatolecore because he’s stupid. The bit about “my destiny lies with her” or whatever is irrelevant ignore that.

Fred Astaire - Jukebox the Ghost

“Those eyes, they get me every time”

The entire rest of this song is someone being blind to the other person’s flaws and initially I was like wow this doesn’t work at all and then I realized it could be stretched to mean Anatole being super oblivious to Dolokhov’s manipulation. But when it comes down to it, it’s about the eye lyric.

I Don’t Know Why I Like You But I Do - The Wombats

The title says it all. Literally that’s the whole explanation.

Daft Pretty Boys - Bad Suns

“I don’t like you, you look so pretty from afar”

If you don’t think Dolokhov calls Anatole a pretty boy (derogatory) you’re so wrong and I cannot help you. That was why I added it but the vibes of “you’re hot but wow your personality is terrible and I hate you” are there so. Enjoy! Oh and the bit about wasting your time works too, I can think of like sixty three better things off the top of my head Dolokhov could be doing than hanging out with Anatole, including but not limited to stapling his own fingers together and arson.

Rich Friends - Portugal. The Man

“I could really really really use a rich rich friend like you”

Do I HAVE to explain this one? I also like “Hey man I’m cool to lean on but I’m not your property” for them, if you stretch it it gets across the way Anatole thinks Dolokhov is His Friend but in reality. He’s using him HDHHSHDHDHBS Also the chorus has hedonism vibes, which ALWAYS works with these two.

#why do i insist on shaming myself for this ship. idk #war and peace #fedya dolokhov #anatole kuragin #my post #w&p playlists #rat hours #danatole

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naruthings · 5 years ago

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THE NEJITEN FANFICTION RECOMMENDATION MASTERLIST

oh, anon, the lack of nejiten fics thrive in the hearts of many… i may have similar experiences myself……………

but fear not, i have searched far and wide and i have returned and came back stronger than ever before!!! after re-reading every single nejiten fic i have on my favorites… handpicked the best ones and returned with even more fic recs!!! so ladies and gentlemen, i present to you, only THE BEST NEJITEN FICS YOU WILL READ ON FANFICTION DOT NET. HERE WE GO!!!

HALL OF FAME: ONE-SHOTS

THE BEST one-shots you will find on the site. Some are fluffy, some are sad, some will make you want to rip your heart out. But rest assured that without a doubt these fics are the absolute frivvy. These will not disappoint!

Tier 1: Spring — Here we appreciate the beauty of simplicity. Fics full of fluff and spunk that end in one and will make you end up feeling peppy and happy afterwards. A refreshing break from the complexities of life, short and sweet but nicely written, representing everything bright and new and blossoming, but most importantly, pure. So, friends, get your toothbrushes ready, because you are in for a sweet ride!

Tags: fluff, romance, humor, family, friendship

1. The Kissing Booth by BrownEyedHoneyBadger

— “ Lee was already reaching for a dollar inside his pocket. Mentally, Tenten began to scream. No. No. NO. This could not be happening. She should get up and run. Screw charity work. She was not kissing the guy whose eyebrows were furrier than the school mascot.”

Comments: A great start into the journey. NEJI IS SO GODDAMN SMOOTH. basically this fic is incredibly witty and genius. ugh!!

2. Psst! by Arkana

— “Lee finds out about Neji and Tenten’s relationship the hard way. The VERY hard way. “

Comments: I BUST MY ASS LAUGHING AT THIS ONE. I SWEAR THIS IS THE BEST, SWEETEST MOST IDIOTIC SHIT I HAVE EVER READ. PLS GIVE IT A GOOO

3. Conversations: Somniloquy by Mendori-chan

— “Neji. Your spit is warm.“

Comments: A storytelling all in dialogue. The perfect reenactment of something supposed to be short and sweet. I loved the dialogue and continue to love it!!

4. Godiva by Toboe Lonewolf

— “Neji had broken one of the most hallowed rules known to woman. ‘Thou shalt not steal her chocolate.’ Tenten’s going to make sure he never does it again. At least, not without her permission.”

Comments: just the fluffiest fluff out there!!

5. Screw Chivalry by Hearts and Stuff

— “Tenten didn’t want to do it. Really. But Neji shouldn’t have been such a butt.”

Comments: FUNNY AND HUMOROUS. I loved this so much! Has one of my favorite dialogue in any fic, really. PROBABLY REREAD THIS LIKE 100 TIMES IN 7TH GRADE

6. Hindsight by YamiPaladinofChaos

— “Sasuke and Tenten, on a date? Neji is not happy, not in the least. And of course, it’s all Naruto’s fault. No, really. It is.”

Comments: Okay, THIS SHIT WAS HILARIOUS. OH MY GOD. THANK U FOR THIS WONDERFUL AND FUNNY ASS FIC. kinda gets weird tho but i guess it’s part of the appeal.

7. I’m a Kunoichi, But by notesonlife

— “Tenten and Neji read a feminist book. And of course, trouble ensues, as Neji becomes increasingly aware that Tenten is currently, and may have always been, a girl.”

Comments: So, guys, notesonlife has always been one of my favorite authors early on my nejiten phase, and this is one of my favorites. please read their other stories as well!

8. The Problem with Hats by Aquarius Galuxy

— “Broken a/c, a tipped-over Weinermobile, and a girl who can’t seem to stop bugging him. It seems as if Neji’s day can’t get any worse than this.”

Comments: A sweet, well written fic by one of the writing senpais herself, @aquariusgaluxy ! I love both Neji and Tenten here so much!! NEJI IS SO FCKN CUTE HERE!! AND CHEEKY TENTEN!!!! AAA

9. Mission: Reverse Nejiten by Adelle-chan

— “Tired of all the failed attempts, Naruto uses Lee’s beliefs to get the two together. Or sort of.”

Comments: HOLY CRAP THIS WAS GREAT AND FUNNY AS HELL. Characterization is on point. This is my definition of a perfect naruto fic — where the other characters interact with the ship and the dynamic is great, like it’s part of the main story all along. i fucking love this one.

10. Truth Be Told by Mistress of Sarcasm

— “Hyuuga Neji falls for Tenten the day she almost broke his nose. Tenten doesn’t think of Hyuuga Neji as boyfriend material until an hour before he confesses.”

Comments: Holy crap! this was sweet as fuck! also one of the OG fics I want you all to read. Please give it a try!

11. Fifty Winks by Sandataba

— “Oversleeping is sometimes a good thing.”

Comments: Nice and Fluffy. shit u want to eat. I found the last part super cute!!!!! STILL think abt this fic from time to time.

12. Boxers by notesonlife

— “In which Tenten reorganizes Neji’s underwear drawer, and Neji decides to propose.”

Comments: OKAY, THE FLUFF IN THIS ONE WAS SIMPLY TOO MUCH. IT WAS TOO GOOD MAN. PERFECTION.

13. Rush Hour by Poisoned Scarlet

— “It was during one of those days; when the crowd was at it’s fullest, that he strolled into the shop and inadvertently humiliated her.”

Comments: Heehee. this one was cute.

14. Actions Speak Louder by Lotos-Eater

— “Short oneshot containing a dangerous amount of fluffiness. The surgeon general recommends you brush your teeth immediately after reading.”

Comments: HOLY FUCK. THIS ONE WAS SO, SO CUTE. ISTG THIS SHIT WAS. AAAAAAA. JUST PERFECT. *CHEF’S KISS* PERFECT.

15. Keeping Up Appearances by 716799

— “Them? Caught in the act? NEVER.”

Comments: okay, at first i was a little hesitant to add this fic but THOUGHT IT WAS THE PERFECT ENDING!! SO SWEET N FLUFFY!!!

MORE UNDER THE CUT!!

Tier 2: Summer — Stories serving as a reminder of our lazy, hazy days of summer — complete with all the thrumming romance, sexual tension, and drama that reflect easily so on those summery teenage memories. They’re sweet, spicy, sometimes heavy, but have all the ingredients you need for the perfect sunset fics. Read with passion! Let’s go!!

tags: romance, drama, lime, spicy

1. a memory stick filled with myspace friends by straw8erries

— “fake facebook dating: it’s really cute, she swears.”

Comments: Funny, spicy, a little heavy, but nonetheless hot, what other story to start off this tier? It’s a college AU , maybe not with the closure that you would expect from something like a summer romance, but it has these moments that shine.

2. Singing Sirens by 716799

— “Everything about this says that it’s not going to work. But Tenten has always specialised in disasters, and nothing in their world is a coincidence.”

Comments: Sooooooo hot. I love the goddamn dialogue, the characters feel so fresh and new but so true to heart at the same time. Please give it a try!

3. In Coffee City, We Borrowed Heaven by Aquarius Galuxy

— “It wasn’t as if he wanted to take this class, anyway. Reproductive Health 1101 was for people who couldn’t look up information on Google. Or someone who needed a science module to fit in his already-packed schedule. Hyuuga Neji belonged to the latter group of students, and he was in no mood to explain himself.“

Comments: As always, @aquariusgaluxy never fails. This was equally hot and equally clever, and you can’t help but with it were longer, but isn’t that the point??? sometimes ambiguity is also magical

4. Sixth Time’s the Charm by thedarkangel22

— "Gosh, Neji, where’s your sense of adventure, huh?” “I managed to lose it somewhere between the third and fourth time we were caught with your hand down my pants.” Where Tenten and Neji can’t seem to resist one another.

Comments: I remember reading this fic over and over again because I couldn’t get over how nicely written it was. Great plot, set up, dialogue, seeks excitement throughout the whole fic. Exhilarating. Pls read.

5. Revolver by Scintazzle

— “’You’d better not get in my way, incompetent novice.’ Tenten just got a new partner in crime. Unfortunately, he’d like nothing better than to work alone.”

Comments: Holy holy shitttttt, what is it with nejiten and agent cop AUs? They’re so goddamn hot. This one is no exception.

6. Recess by NessieGG

— “Tenten gets stuck on desk duty, but it’s a kind she’s not used to. 'Neji, I’m not going to have a make out session with you in a broom closet.'”

Comment: One comment: hehehehHHEHEHEHEHEHE

7. Eggnog by iflip4dolphins

— “She had slept with her worst enemy, and now she was trying to remember what had happened.”

Comments: OH MY GOD, this fic has such a good writing style. And such a great composition too. I just love everything about this fic. More love for this fic please. i super love it. I REREAD IT ALL THE TIME. IT’S LIKE MY GO-TO FOR PERFECT NEJITEN CHARACTERIZATION AND FLUFF. You will too!

8. Tension by Interim

— “Tension mounts when Tenten finds a surprise in her shower.”

Comments: YES. HDFGIHILHGIH.

9. I Swear I’m not Drunk Officer by fanfictioner22

— “The title says it all.”

Comments: THIS WAS FUNNY OK. and it had that spicy tinge to it that makes u wanna go mmmmf. MOTHERFUCKER!!

10. Airless by NessieGG

— “This was not the type of assignment that Team Gai specialized in. 'There’s something else you should know about the Grass nin…'”

Comments: OH MY GOD, this fic is all sorts of special! The drama, the tension…. the best resolution ever. written impeccably by the ever-talented nessiegg too. god i love this fic. it rlly has it all. v captivating!

11. In Men’s Clothing by voidforrent

— “It wasn’t that Neji didn’t find Tenten’s breasts attractive; he was just trying to be respectful.”

Comments: Oooowee, I remember not liking this fic the first time i read it. but as i grew older i realized HOW FUCKING HOT THIS FIC ACTUALLY IS. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. IT WILL MAKE YOU SWEAT!!

12. Racetrack to My Heart by Aquarius Galuxy

— “Ino takes Tenten to a blind date - except it’s not quite blind, and not quite what the latter expects.”

Comments: BRUH THIS FIC WAS HOT AND BRILLIANT. THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY. NEJI AND TENTEN ARE SO FUNNY HERE. YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS!!!

Tier 3: Autumn — Stories with pain, stories with substance. Stories that have something to say, making our hearts hurt, breaking them. Stories that are subtle, with some sort of comfort in the air. Bittersweet. A lot to take in. Stories that speak to the mind and soul. Stories with words and feelings as vivid as the warm colors of autumn, as the seasons prepare for the occurrence of death, and the winter to come.

tags: drama, hurt/comfort, romance, angst

1. Little Feet Working the Machine by pusa-is-me

— “There is a reason why Team Gai is not sent on seduction missions.”

Comments: This is, I think, the perfect fic to describe this tier. Painful and subtle. Plays with your feelings. Raw & powerful. Again, one of the first few things I ever read about nejiten. still think abt it from time to time.

2. Christmas, 1944 by Giada Luna

— “Not all of the War Efforts were 'Over There.’ Tenten comes home froma long shift at the factory to an empty home, Bing crooning on the radio, and dreams of a Christmas with him back home.”

Comments: sad sad sad. then happy happy happy. cries and smiles. LOVED IT.

3. 13 Unmentionables by pusa-is-me

— “This is not a love story. At least not yet.”

Comments: OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. THIS FIC…. IT BROKE MY HEART, IT TORE ME TO PIECES. SOMETHING ABT IT JUST MAKES ME FUCKING ACHE. MAKES MY HEART THROB. GODDAMN. SO MUCH PAIN. IT’S SO FUCKING RAW.

4. Mindless Perversions of Love and Life by voidforrent

— “There were times when she couldn’t help but wonder why.”

Comments: (we’ve won, but at what cost?) :(

5. Birds by Snowshinobi

— “Birds fill his lungs, his throat, but still, not one reaches his mouth.”

Comments: Okay, okay. Tbh i rlly don’t know how to categorize this fic. did it break my heart? did it make me squeal? but something in my heart told me to categorize it as autumn. pls have fun because this is beautiful.

6. Certain the Journey by NessieGG

— “He made her understand that, to him, her love was absolutely worthless.”

Comments: Omg :(((( okay but this was beautiful as well.

7. fragmented dreams by Seynee

— “She has loved everything about him that hurts.”

Comments: so fucking beautiful. almost perfect. loved it.

8. Stitch my heart back together again by SaturnXK

— “There is nothing I don’t love about you, Tenten,” Neji says softly. And Tenten wants to cry because it isn’t true. There are too many things wrong with her, and Neji is a liar.

Comments: OH MY GOD, this one attacked me right in the heart. it just… please just read it. it’s so pretty.

9. Mine for the Night by syaoran no hime

— “For this whole night, she will close her eyes and pretend that he is hers, his glacial heart and all. For tomorrow, she can never have the same liberty again.”

Comments: AHAHAHAH i remember reading because of this one. this author is just so og and so good :’)

10. Since Spring by NessieGG

— “Neji is driven to the brink of his sanity when his teammate disappears and is given an option. 'I can use a technique that will allow you to forget every memory you have of Tenten.'”

Comments: raw. powerful. ugh. a lot of feelings in this one, wrapped under beautifully written strings.

11. Those Old Feelings Again by Poisoned Scarlet

— “It wasn’t that they weren’t aware of their attraction for one another… it was just that one was good at burying it, and the other was too stubborn to admit it.”

Comments: :( and then :)

12. Bergeron Falls by Goldberry

— “It’s been five days since they’ve seen the sun and everything is water.”

Comments: oh, thank god i recommended a goldberry fic or else i’d never be able to forgive myself. yes this is very beautiful as always :)

13. Lotus by memory’s marionette

— “Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.“ Because one life is not enough for love, and the past forever bleeds into the future.

Comments: SUCHHHH a beautiful fic. oh my god. i almost want to highlight this and show it to the world because that’s just how good it is. reincarnation done and written perfectly. i love love love this fic~~~

14. Right Before His Eyes by NessieGG

— “There has been a change in Tenten that Neji does not understand. 'You’re leaving the team.'”

Comments: classic nessiegg :)

15. Falling Flight by Toboe Lonewolf

— “When Tenten falls, she falls hard. And right now, she’s falling hard…for him.”

Comments: OKAY, well honestly, I WAS SO EXCITED TO FINALLY RECOMMEND THIS. i know this isn’t drana/angst but it just felt right for me to recommend this under autumn. plsplspls enjoy!!

Tier 4: Winter — The end of the year, the end of an era. Bonds strengthened and broken. Friendships were made. Read as the branches of winter fill up with snow, trees of knowledge that have been through the seasons, preparing to die with everything they have with them. Stories about growing up. Stories about family. The beginning and the end. This is their outcome.

tags: family, hurt/comfort, angst, romance, friendship, fluff. basically all the tags. if you’d notice they’re all growing up fics with exceptions to some but i think you’ll understand :) this tier is more assorted but the feels speak the same

1. She Was There by Ally1313

— “She was there. She was always there.”

Comments: I don’t know why, but something about this fic always makes me want to cry. It has a very special place in my heart. I first read this when I was 12, and I loved it so goddamn much. THIS FIC, IT CHANGED MY LIFE. IT INSPIRED ME TO LOVE NEJITEN MORE THAN EVER. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ENJOY IT!! OH GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH. WHAT A GREAT WAY TO START OFF WINTER.

2. Chichue by keroRiBBIT

— "I’m nervous,” Neji said. Hizashi smiled at him, “There’s nothing to be nervous about.” “You said that before too.” “Have I ever been wrong?” Neji growing up in Hizashi’s care.

Comments: OH HIZASHI. THIS FIC IS THE CUTEST GODDAMN THING I HAVE EVER READ. LOVE ITTTTT

3. coda in d minor by metaphorically-blue

— “She doesn’t look like her father. /And children can’t recognize grief./”

Comments: this fic has been recommended to be by someone on tumblr before. needless to say, it broke my heart. a short angst break :’)

4. Fate by Silverlight

— “The first date, the first kiss, the first time he asked her to marry him.”

Comments: cute cute cute cute!!

5. 20truths: Neji and Tenten by Cyberwolf

— “The longest conversation the two have in school is when Tenten explains the advantage of titanium shurikens over plain steel ones to Neji, then wishes him luck in the target range.”

Comments: Of course, this winter growing-up-fic collection wouldn’t be complete without a 20truths!!

6. Only You by Byakuxhisa4eva

— “There are very few things he would ever deny her.“ Even at his cruelest, he had always been kind to her.”

Comments: okay, now this one is a classic :)

7. Shadows of the sun by withered

— “Death changes nothing, even when Neji is gone; Tenten is still trying to reach him.”

Comments: another short but necessary angst break :’)

8. A Series of Indecent Proposals by Pleasantries and the Aftermath

— “The first time he kissed her, she slapped him so hard, she left a welt.”

Comments: very very cute. they are just so. goddamn cute. very well written and nice characterization.

9. Drifting by Ariel32

— “They were drifting down a river, and the only thing that mattered was that they were driting together. You can’t help being in love.”

Comments: AAAAAAAAAAAAA this was so pretty!!!

10. Twenty Truths About Team Guy by RennaV

— “Twenty Truths about Team Guy the rest of Konoha doesn’t know. Mostly comedy and focusing on the relationships of the members of Team Guy. It does end kind of sadly. Sorry.”

Comments: OK THIS IS A BIG ONE. A BIGBIGBIG ONE. I REMEMBER reading this and wailing like a little baby. i really cried a lot. this one built up my heart and shattered it to pieces. beautiful.

11. Soul-Marks by fanfictioner22

— “The soulmate!AU Nejiten style.”

Comments: this one was so clever and thoughtful. so goddamn funny and full of substance. LOVED IT.

12. Irresistible by MyFallenAngel

— “The fact that Hyuuga Neji was irresistibly irresistible was undeniable.”

Comments: This was one of the fics I read earlier on, and it was SO CUTE. Everything was just so pure, so undeniably Nejiten. Please, give it a read!

13. Papercranes by Bloody Angels

— “The paper cranes have always been a part of her life and perhaps, they always will be.”

Comments: CAN YOU HEAR IT???!? MY HEART ROSE AND FELL. SO PRETTY. SO BEAUTIFUL!! broke it too. cried like a little bitch.

14. Blind by Midnight Insomniac

— “She is sixteen and in love.”

Comments: HNNNGGG THIS ONE RLLY STRUCK A CHORD IN MY HEART. THIS ONE ALWAYS STANDS OUT TO ME FOR SOME REASON. LOVE IT!!

15. Chance Encounters by Scintazzle

— “That humiliating moment where Tenten grabs the shoulder of a person who she thinks she knows, turns him around, and doesn’t recognize him. At all. And things just go downhill from there.”

Comments: CUTECUTECUTECUTE AAAAA

16. Severing Ties by fanfictioner22

— “Some ties are better severed and Tenten learns it the hard way.”

Comments: angst breakkkkk but it was v beautiful :’)

17. Truth Be Told by MistressofSarcasm

— “Hyuuga Neji falls for Tenten the day she almost broke his nose. Tenten doesn’t think of Hyuuga Neji as boyfriend material until an hour before he confesses.”

Comments: I REMEMBER THIS ONE. IT WAS SO CUTE. I LOVED NEJI AND TENTEN IN THIS. ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVS :)

18. The Seasons by sotto.voce88

— “Love was never seasonal.”

Comments: v beautiful :)

19. Patchwork by NessieGG

— “When she thought he was sleeping, he saw her get scissors and snip off a section of the yellow sheet beneath their intertwined bodies.”

Comments: I remember always avoiding this fic no matter how much times it popped up on my feed. I remember it was because I was very scared of how heavy this fic would be. I was right. It’s too beautiful for words. I CRIED AGAIN. JESUS I RLLY CRIED WITH THIS ONE. Just really the perfect way to end this tier, please read Patchwork!! (classic nessiegg, always beautiful :(()

Okay, now that concludes my oneshots recommendations!! I get to breathe a little now :)) please read all of them. they really are the best of the best. Now moving on…

THE KONOHA INTERLUDE: OUTSIDE LOOKING IN

nejiten oneshots/ficlets written in the perspective of the konoha 13!! pls enjoy these for they are genius :)

1. The Lost Things by pusa-is-me

— “Where Shikamaru realizes that the Hyuuga Neji does know how to get jealous, and that for all her intelligence, Tenten was pretty oblivious.”

Comments: A little ShikaTen is always cute for me. I love shikamaru and love it when he appears in nejiten fanfictions because he of all people know how oblivious those two are to one another :))

2. No Competition Here by carved in the sand

— “You think your man has anything on mine?”

Comments: Pure crack-ish fluff and humor

3. Replacements by 716799

— “Nothing is ever as good as the real thing. (One day, she will ask him to henge.)”

Comments: o noessss…. but also AN ABSOLUTE MUST-READ. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE NEJITEN FICS OF ALL TIME. i LOVE THIS SO GODDAMN MUCH AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL AS FUCK NOT TO MENTION GENIUS!!

4. Exchange by Wielder of Paperclips

— “In a short exchange of words, Shikamaru enlightens Tenten. “

Comments: ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVORITES. GOD I THINK ABOUT THIS FIC EVERY DAY. THE DIALOGUE IS SO CUTE AND SHIKA IS THE BEST!!

5. Princess by insert cliche

— “One of the biggest reasons why Uchiha Sasuke hates Hyuuga Neji is also the most unknown.”

Comments: vv cute!! a stoke of genius

6. Bad Dog, No Biscuit by Lotos-Eater

— “Or, Inuzuka Kiba’s Even Longer Day. Kiba is not quite the player he thinks he is. Will there be anyone to appreciate his animal magnetism and rugged charm?”

Comments: KIBA IS A GENIUS. I REALLY REALLY LIKE HIM AND I THINK THAT HE WAS WRITTEN REALLY WELL IN THIS FIC. PLS READ THIS ONE IT’S HILARIOUS.

7. Inner Light by NessieGG

— “She had heard the rumors. But she had never gone so far as to assume that they might be true.”

Comments: OMG. THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL. I really just like anything to do with Sakura. She’s so ugh here you really really feel her. Beautifulll

8. Sempiternal by saccharinely

— “In which she sends the letters left unsent. She needs closure. He gives it to her.”

Comments: A really beautiful SasuTen fic. Somehow it should be triggering but it all makes sense to me :)

HALL OF FAME: FICLETS

a.k.a.: stories that are too long to be oneshots but are too short to be actual fanfics. usually around 2-3 chapters but wouldn’t have been done any better :))

1. On Sex by Lotos-Eater

— “With titles like this, who needs summaries?”

Comments: Really, it seems shallow, but it’s truly one of the best-written, most beautiful and introspective things I have ever read. it really grew on me and I love it so goddamn much!! IM SERIOUS I RLLY LOVE THIS ONE ITS ONE OF MY GO-TOs

2. Goldilocks by a Different Name by Aquarius Galixy

— “Tenten discovers that someone has been living in her apartment when she goes away on long missions.”

Comments: vv cute fic with very witty dialogue :) neji is cute

3. Call Your Manager by Clementive

— “Tenten’s feelings for her English project partner are as complicated as his coffee order.”

Comments: another really cute fic. Tenten is a legend!!

4. Heatwave by Yahboohbeh

— “When she found her breath again it was ragged. Only one thought tore through her mind: Consume me. The Suna sun wasn’t the only reason their faces burned.”

Comments: very very hot n spicy like the title and caption suggesttttS

5. Perchance by KNO

— "Wow, what are the odds we’re both at the same party AGAIN?”

Comments: ONE OF MY FAVORITE NEJITEN FICS OF ALL TIME. i love this one so much. so witty and smart, especially all the expressions and dialogue. Super cute too!!

6. Four Conversations on the Subject of Flight by wildcatt

— “Flying is not as perfect as you imagine it to be, you know. Flying is just falling up.”

Comments: So fucking affecting all the time, I sweat. For some reason I always remember this fic when i think of nejiten :0 PLSPLS READ THIS ONE!!

7. Confessions by Cyberwolf

— “Tenten is trying to tell Neji something. He’s not quite getting it.”

Comments: THIS ONE WAS VERY VERY FUNNY AND CUTE. I LOVE ANYTHING WITH THE KONOHA 13. BRILLIANT!!

8. The Only Alliance by notesonlife

— “A black leather bound sketchbook binds her to him, and breaks her against him.”

Comments: THIS ONE WAS BEAUTIFUL. TRULY A HALL OF FAMER. SO MUCH SUBSTANCE AND ALWAYS STICKS WITH YOU. WRITTEN VERY PRETTILY. PLS READ!!!!!!!!

HALL OF FAME: ONE-SHOT COLLECTIONS

a recommendation panel of the best one-shot collections you will ever find on the site!! as if a single one-shot was enough… :”)

1. Vicissitude by KNO

— “A collection of drabbles and one shots. Neji and TenTen pairing. Contains regular appearances of other characters.”

Comments: THIS. THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE. EVERY frickn oneshot in here is a gem and i treasure all of them in my heart. genius, too. In here stems a lot of my favorite nejiten oneshots ever. PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY!!

2. The Path to Ashes by notesonlife

— “Neji says it’s their fate. Tenten shows him nothing is secure like that. NejiTen. 017: Naruto’s smirk reached ear to ear. “Next, whoever both gets twelve will kiss.”

3. One shots: Neji and Tenten by I-Heart-Hatake-Kakashi

— “100 Nejiten oneshots. Chapter 100 - Happy Birthday Neji!”

Comments: okay, when in your entire life do you get to say: “I WROTE 100 ONESHOTS FOR NEJITEN” ever???!?!? well, this author can! they actually wrote 100 nejiten oneshots and all of them were so unique and affecting and had this certain continuity to it that left me in tears when I finished.

4. Shades of Konoha: Dragon and Phoenix by Giada Luna

— “Series of oneshots featuring Neji and Tenten. Chapter 32: NejiTen Month 2019: Body/Cursed * They tell him he is born to bound - and he believes them.”

Comments: I have only recently discovered this collection and have been loving it so far. Props to Giada Luna for all the times I smiled bc of these!!

6. Right, Wrong and What Falls Between by Aquarius Galuxy

— “What is, what was, what may have been. (Part 34: Three feet away, Neji continues to read his papers, as if ignorant of what she’s doing.)”

Comments: ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVORITES. God I really love these. There are some real gems in this collection. Genius fics. PLEASE READ THIS ALONG WITH POSTCARDS. THEY ARE BOTH QUITE GENIUS.

7. Untouched by MakeYouSmile

— “Why are you doing this to me?“ Tenten asked quietly. Neji did not give her the pleasure of responding. "After all that’s happened, you’re still standing in the same place.” –A collection of Neji/Tenten shorts.

Comments: A lot of beautifully written Romance/Angst on this one. Really heavy n affecting!!

8. Perks and Pains by keroRiBBIT

— “There are pros and cons in every situation. Most of the time, one just outweighs the other. Ch. 3: A lover with such long hair. Perks: It comes in handy when you desperately want to hold on to something. Pains: It tends to get messy in the morning.”

Comments: SHORT BUT GENIUS. THIS SHIT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS, TAKE MY WORD ON THIS. THE FIRST CHAPTER ALREADY HAD ME HOOKED. SERIOUSLY IT’S HILARIOUS AND GENIUS AND AURGHHH PLS JUST GO READ IT!!!

9. Careless Whispering by misspandalily

— “17: Neji, Tenten and Lee are fairies who run a catering business together. Mostly AU oneshots.”

Comments: VERY CUTE FIC COLLECTION by one of my closest nt authors!! pls give it a try!!

10. Lotus Blossoms and Other Musings by Yahboohbeh

— “Collection of one-shots. Part 28: Her eyes were nothing like his.”

Comments: Very sweet collection :))

HALL OF FAME: MULTICHAPTERED

okay, okay, i gotta admit, i’m not particularly the strongest in this department. yes, I am quite knowledgeable on nejiten one-shots, but unfortunately i have not read a lot of the longer ones. but the ones here… they’re really good. so with those words, i hope and trust that you will enjoy these :)

1. Manager and Other Side Jobs by Scintazzle

— “Accepting the shady job offer wasn’t really one of her best choices…but discovering she threw up on her future boss was even worse. Tenten’s new relationship brings a whole new meaning to complete and utter servitude.”

Comments: THIS FIC. I have so much feelings with this fic. Scintazzle’s writing is one of the few that I can actually follow through. Very interesting plot and a lot of sexual tension. !!!

2. Eyes Like Pale Thistle by Aquarius Galuxy

— “She crawled beneath his skin and questioned the way he saw life. Perhaps all he’d wanted, really, was a little bit of control.”

Comments: I REALLY REALLY LOVE THIS ONE. Was super hot but had a lot of substance and a lot to say. Had moments of brilliance that I really appreciate!

3. Neji Gaiden by Levi Ackerman

— “Inspired by recent omake - if Neji wants a gaiden, Neji will get a gaiden! This story chronicles Neji’s life with his team starting from their graduation from the Academy. Follows canon with extra details.”

Comments: NEJI GAIDEN! HOLY HOLY SHIT PLEASE READ THIS ONE. DEFINITELY A MUST-READ. Since it follows canon it really gives it more points because IT GETS NEJI AND TENTEN’S CHARACTERIZATION REALLY ON POINT. AND EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE WHICH IS SUPER CUTE. PLEASE OH GOD READ THIS ONE. IT’S QUITE GENIUS AND IS VERY WELL WRITTEN. the author really knows the characters she’s writing about and UGHHH JUST PLEASE. It’s a shame it isn’t finished tho, but otherwise IT’S WORTH IT!!

4. like paper dolls and little notes by Seynee

— ”It’s not that Tenten hates flying. In fact, she kind of likes it. Especially when she gets free cocktails. Especially when she’s sitting next to a handsome stranger. Especially when she gets to talk to him. This is going to be good.”

Comments: nawwww this one was a classic. really hesitant to finish this before but the ending is totally worth it. made me cryy :”)

5. The Fat and Pretty of Art School by Paper Lanterns and Yoghurt

— “We’ll laugh and we’ll sing (poorly) but whatever happens we’re in it together babe.”

Comments: OMG. I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH. BASICALLY THE ULTIMATE HEADCANON TO THE NEJITEN HIJINKS. It’s super super cute and the characters are really on-point. had some really funny and endearing moments too. love Tenten’s friendship with shika and sasuke here. SUPER COOL YOU FEEL LIKE A COOL KID WHILE READING THIS.

6. Rapunzel by wildcatt

— “And she leads the blind prince home.”

Comments: It is quite short, but it is REALLY REALLY BEAUTIFUL. I WAS SOBBING, COMPLETELY IN TEARS during mass as I read this fic. Everything is written with so much heart and pain. pls give this one a try.

6. Complexities of Blackmail by Aquarius Galuxy

— “[Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.] Lieutenant Tenten finds herself caught in a web of blackmail when Lt Hyuuga Neji stumbles upon her doing what she shouldn’t have been. Mere rivalry between old teammates turns into something deeper, much to Tenten’s horror and bewilderment.”

Comments: Ohhhh, blackmail, blackmail, blackmail. Of course. This is the god of all nejiten fics. It’s so fucking beautiful. Every time I go back to this in every chapter is just something so beautiful and bewildering it warms my heart. DEFINITELY A MUST-READ. Blackmail just sticks. Left me as a sobbing mess at the end. Very raw and very powerful.

7. Crossing the Middle Line by Scintazzle

— “You know you’re screwed when your ex-girlfriend becomes your new secretary…and you’re falling in love with her all over again.”

Comments: OH MY GOd this FIC THIS FUCKING FIC. very hot. sweet n spicy. short and cute. quite hilarious at times. loved it!!

8. Right Kind of Wrong by Nokito-chan

— “She yanked him out of his comfort zone. He made her want things she tried to guard against. Somewhere in the middle … hell broke loose.”

Comments: OMG. THIS FIC WAS EVERYTHING. super hot as well and was a really fun time. tenten’s bond with konohamaru was really sweet :)

9. The Twelve Days of Christmas by Giada Luna

— A quirk of fate turns Tenten into a modern day Snow White and tosses her into the lives of the Huyga-Uzumaki family right at Christmas. However, she has her own problems, and not time for 'Prince Not-So-Charming’ or anything else to get in her way.”

Comments: a very cute and light read that is perfect for the seasons! giada is such a talented writer; her words flow and make sense. everything is as it should be :)

10. Scars and Stitches by pusa-is-me

— “A love triangle of Gai-stronomic proportions.”

Comments: THIS. THIS. I hate this fic. I love it to death. So much conflicting emotions here, but left me at tears as always. Really just one of the best nejiten fics i’ve ever read out there, and the perfect last recommendation. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. WHAT A WAY TO END THIS CHAPTER

CLOSING REMARKS

So that concludes my masterlist! What do you think? It was a long-term project I started in march? and have finally finished in time for the holidays!

I’m 100% sure that there are some brilliant fics I missed along the way, and I apologise if I haven’t added them. Please give me more recommendations so I may add them. And Please treasure all these fics as I have.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! I hope these keep you covered for the rest of your breaks :)

Pls also check out the authors here on tumblr for they are still active :)

AUTHOR TAG:

@iridescentirises @aquariusgaluxy @misspandalily @giada-luna @fanfictioner22 @zealousheart

#nejiten #nejixtenten #tentenxneji #neji #hyuga #tenten #neji tenten #I SPENT SO MUCH TIME THINKING ABOUT THESE

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destieldrabblesdaily · 5 years ago

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hello there (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I'm pretty new to destiel and just found your blog because I wanted to look into some fanfics and someone recommended & turns that you have like a billion one shots for destiel! love your writing style but, I'm not sure where to start in your drabbles tag because it's soooo much (ﾟдﾟ) can u maybe point me to some popular ones or some that you preferred writing or something like that to get me started? thank you anyway (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿

Hey friend!

Ahh, I totally get you. :p A billion is a bit ambitious, but with like 400 stories in one tag and no way to sort, it might get tricky. *sweats nervously for not having a better tagging system*

But anyway, you rock for finding my blog and liking my style, so here is a little something to help you out! For starters, a lot of my stories are also on AO3, which is still a realm of chaos, but is a hell of a lot easier to navigate than my tumblr tag.

Anyway, here is a little map to get you started, sorted by my most popular Destiel fics (according to AO3), and ones I personally just loved writing!

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Canon!Verse fics, most popular:

1) CursedTeam Free Will is hunting a witch, but before she dies she turns Cas into a kitten. They can’t find a cure, and after two weeks everyone is losing hope. One night when Cas is sleeping on Dean’s chest, the curse fades and he turns into himself again. As Dean’s luck would have it, Sam walks into the living room seeing Dean sprawled out on the couch with a very naked Castiel on top of him.

2) JealousyWhen Dean, Sam and Castiel are having a drink at a bar after a hunt, Dean finds Cas flirting with a guy, and suddenly realizes something about his own feelings for the angel…

3) Dream A Little DreamCastiel goes after a Djinn but gets captured, and of course his dream world is all about Dean and him being happy together, so he’s very disappointed when Dean and Sam save him and he wakes up…

4) With A Little Help From My FriendDean is really nervous about finally telling Castiel how he feels, so he practices over Skype with Charlie. Naturally, Cas chooses that exact moment to drop by, and ends up hearing the whole thing…

5) WhiteboardFor a while now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room. When failing to say the words out loud, there’s always the option to write them down. So that’s exactly what Castiel suggests, and Dean humors him, the two of them finding new ways to understand and forgive each other by working through some issues from both the present and the past.

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Soulmate AU’s, most popular:

1) What Can’t Be SeenSoulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

2) The PendantAU where instead of a tattoo/name everyone’s born with a pendant/charm necklace that matches their soulmate’s. Dean walks into their bathroom thinking it’s empty, but there’s Cas taking off his shirt to take a shower and Dean sees his necklace (that matches Dean’s, obviously) and freaks out (because Dean is totally 100% NOT gay at all). Bonus if Cas already knows.

3) Daffodils & Forget-Me-NotsSoulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

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High School AU’s, most popular:

1) No HomoFor the prompt: ‘I wasn’t gay, but then I kissed you in front of some homophobes to piss them off, and turns out I might be kinda gay for you after all’. In which a kiss makes Dean realize that he has feelings for his best friend.

2) This Game We PlayDean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They’ve always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he’s been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

3) Camping and CuddlesDean and Castiel have been best friends since forever, and they decide to go on a camping trip to celebrate graduating high school. When it starts raining and Cas’ tent turns out to have a huge hole in it, the boys are forced to share Dean’s tent, and things heat up.

4) The CallCastiel accidentally butt dials his best friend Dean, and Dean overhears a conversation that wasn’t meant for his ears. Or: the one in which Dean finds out that his best friend has feelings for him.

5) Practice Makes Perfect‘It’s not gay if it’s practice, but shit that was actually really nice wanna practice some more?’ Or, the one in which Dean offers to help his best friend Cas improve his kissing skills, until it’s no longer just ‘practice’.

(If you are particularly into High School AU’s, I also made a complete list of al my HS AU’s that you can find here –> Click!

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College/Roommate AU’s, most popular:

1) What It MeansDean’s roommate and best friend Castiel always says ‘I love you’ to him every night before they go to sleep. Seeing as Dean has some serious feelings for his friend, he can’t take the confusion any longer and one night asks Cas what it means when he says ‘I love you’.

2) If At First You Don’t SucceedFor the prompt: “Wait, did you just flirt with me?“ “Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

”Dean has a huge crush on his friend Castiel, with whom he also shares an apartment. When he decides that he finally wants to woo Cas, everything that could possibly go wrong, does indeed go wrong.

3) UnbrokenDean’s best friend and roommate Castiel is asexual, and it’s causing Cas a lot of trouble when it comes to dating. Cas feels broken, but Dean deeply disagrees; he’d be with Cas in a heartbeat, if only Cas would see him as more than a friend…

4) Safe And SoundFor the prompt: ‘College!AU where Dean and Cas are roommates and one of them is afraid of thunder, so naturally they have to huddle/cuddle together until the storm is over.’

5) Hot & ColdDean and his best friend Castiel get stuck in the middle of nowhere when the Impala’s engine gives up on them. A snowstorm is raging, and it seems that the only way to keep warm is a method that sounds a lot like ‘naked cuddling’. Not that Dean is complaining.

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Blind/Deaf AU’s, most popular:

1) Through Your EyesDean’s best friend Castiel is blind, which is why Cas loves it whenever Dean describes the things as he sees them. When Castiel gets curious and wants more details about Dean’s looks, Dean is reluctant to go into detail about them. Castiel’s solution is simple, and demands nothing more than a gentle touch.

2) At First SightDean has been blind since he was four years old, but at 18 years old he regains his sight through special surgery. This also means that he will finally be able to actually see his boyfriend Castiel for the first time. Castiel is excited, but at the same time utterly terrified that Dean won’t approve of his looks…

3) MisunderstandingsWhen the handsome new student Castiel Novak arrives at Lawrence High, Dean has every intention of making him feel welcome. However, Castiel seems to ignore Dean whenever Dean tries to talk to him…

4) DeliciousImagine your OTP, based on this text post: ‘Okay, so I’m a waitress at this restaurant that’s open really late and it’s nearly 1am and this family comes in and I’m so tired that I handed their BLIND SON a menu and he’s like “ah… thank you… I’ll just… read this” in a serious voice and I fucking snorted.'With blind!Dean and waiter!Cas.

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Personal favorites to write:

1) Her Favorite Love StoryThe story of Dean and Castiel as seen through Mary Winchester’s eyes; AKA how she witnesses her oldest son fall in love with his best friend.

2) The MatchmakerBased on this prompt: “My cat keeps breaking into your apartment next to mine, so I tied a note to its collar to apologize, and you write back. We keep exchanging cat notes, and you turn out to be pretty cute.”

3) WingsWhen ten year old Dean Winchester and his family move to a new town, he becomes best friends with the boy next door, who happens to be an actual angel. Dean is fascinated with Castiel’s wings from the start, however when they get older, Cas suddenly starts hiding them and no longer wants Dean to groom them for him.

4) BlackboardsFor the prompt: 'Dean and Cas are both high school teachers, and they leave each other cute notes on each others’ black boards.’

5) To Date a DickCas is out on a date with a complete and utter asshole in a really nice restaurant, and Dean is their waiter who feels the need to intervene.

6) Angel Grace (2 Parts)Dean Winchester loves going to conventions to meet the cast of his favorite TV show 'Angel Grace’. Aside from being good at his job, lead actor Castiel Novak is charming, handsome, and has a heart of gold. Like many fans, Dean has a serious crush on the guy. However after meeting Castiel several times, it’s starting to look like Dean’s crush isn’t as one sided as Dean had always assumed it was.

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Holiday Specials:

❄ Destiel Drabbles: December/Christmas Edition Fluffy Christmas-themed Destiel stories to warm the cockles of your heart during the cold December days!

❄ All I Want For ChristmasDuring a big family get together, a drunk Castiel starts singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ to his best friend Dean while the whole family watches.

🕷Destiel Drabbles: Halloween EditionSome fluffy Halloween themed Destiel drabbles. Happy Halloween!

🕷Kiss Or TreatCastiel has been dutifully handing out Halloween candy all night, entertaining the many kids ringing the Novak house’s doorbell, but he’s in for a big surprise when the bell rings once more and it’s his crush Dean Winchester suddenly standing there on his front porch…

🕷Of Holding Hands and Haunted HousesFor the prompt: 'You’re scared of haunted houses and Halloween attractions, and I don’t even know you but your friends left you behind (what dicks) so I’m gonna hold your hand and get you through this, alright?’

♥Valentine’s DayFor the prompt: 'Cas anonymously sending Dean one of those school Valentine’s Day flowers with a little personalized note, thinking that someone as popular as Dean won’t notice his message anyway because he gets so many. Little does he know that Dean sent one to him as well…’

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If you feel like reading a multi-chapter Destiel fic, I wrote one of those as well:

Fortune CookiesDean and his best friend Jo own a bakery together. When a salesman named Crowley visits Dean to make a deal, Dean has no idea of the consequences, and his world turns upside down when an actual angel literally crashes into his life. For the first time in his thirty-year-existence, Dean is overwhelmed by real companionship, wings, and most of all… love.

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Or for easily reading and clicking through short fluffy (mostly canon!verse) Destiel stories, go here:

~ 100 Days of Destiel Drabbles ~

Or here:

~ 30 Days of Destiel Drabbles ~

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Hope this was helpful, and happy reading! :D (I really need to become a better tagger, ahum. :p)

#Anonymous #replies for ts #destiel #deancas #fic rec #sort of #long post for ts

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hstyleshoney · 5 years ago

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AU in which you and Harry are friends with benefits but things get complicated, like they always do

word count: 1.5K

A/N: I used to write loads before and then I just stopped bc basically I didn’t have time to, and recently I’ve missed it... but I also feel like I’ve kinda lost it a little? I get stuck all the time, and now I just felt like sharing this little thing I’ve started and wanted to know what others think of it before I continue. So this is sorta just like a preview/test? To see if anyone even enjoys it haha. Trying to not make this little note too long but yeah, I have no idea if anyone is even going to find this but I thought I’d give it a go. To see. It’s been soooooo long since I wrote something, even longer since I posted anything. Feedback is SUPER appreciated. Good AND bad .xxxx

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His lips were hot against your skin as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Your place or mine tonight?”

You smiled to herself. Your heart skipping a beat as his warm body pressed against your back. The music was loud around the two of you and you could hardly hear yourself think, yet his voice was clear as day. You turned to look at him and was met by his familiar grin as he looked right back.

“What makes you think I’ll be going home with you tonight?”

He snorted and raised his eyebrows, and you had to bite down on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling too much.

“Well, love” he started and spun you around so he could place his hands on your hips. You felt your cheeks flush under his stare as he pulled you even closer to him. He smelled like beer and tequila mixed with that cologne you loved so much. Your knees weakened and he smirked. “I think we both know you are.”

He was right.

But you weren’t going to let him have that.

“It’s awfully bold of you to assume such a thing Mr Styles.”

“Is it though?” He was still smirking down at you and you felt her knees weaken even more as his tongue poked out to wet his pink lips. Your heart was pumping so hard you were sure he would've heard it if it weren’t for the loud music. Sweaty bodies kept bumping into you on the overcrowded dance floor, which normally you couldn’t stand, but you were drunk. Very drunk. And you were also hungry, tired and you were in a huge need of a wee.

However, Harry was standing in front of you.

So needless to say nothing else really mattered anymore.

His mere presence made you forget about the people around you and suddenly your bladder didn’t seem so full after all. That’s the effect he had on you and he knew it. With his soft brown hair that curled so pretty at the tips, his smooth skin and green eyes; there was no way you weren’t going home with him again tonight. He was the best thing you had ever laid your eyes on and he also wanted you.

So who are you to say no?

“Yours then,” you said and tried to not sound too eager. Harry squeezed your hips as you finally confirmed you would indeed go home with one other again and pulled you even closer into him. His chest pressed against yours and you swore you could feel his heartbeat.

“See that wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” You knew he was pleased judging by the smug look on his face and rolled your eyes.

“But we’re stopping to buy fries on the way though,” and as much as it pained you to do; you pushed him off. “And you’re paying.”

Harry laughed and agreed, but not before adding; “I can give you something a lot better than fries once we get home.”

And well... you didn’t disagree.

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You’re not entirely sure when this thing between the two of you started, or how it even started. It was just one of those things that happened one night. Harry first came into your life when your best friend Louisa started dating his mate Tom during your first year of uni.

The first time you met him you didn’t really speak to each other. It was really just a case of you admiring him from afar as he was approached by a handful of women at the bar. You thought he was probably the prettiest guy you had ever laid your eyes on and thought to yourself that he was way too cool for you.

It was obvious from the start by just watching him that he had an aura around him that drew everyone in. People, both boys and girls, flooded around him wherever he went. He was always the center of attention and you understood why. Because not only was he the prettiest guy you had ever seen... he was also one of the nicest guys you had ever met. At first you had just assumed he’d be an arsehole, because to be fair you’d never really met a guy that got that much attention that wasn’t.

However, the deeper Louisa’s and Tom’s relationship got the more you all hung out and you started talking to him rather than just staring from afar. You got to know him and even though you two were quite different from each other, you became good friends.

While you were a typical girls girl who enjoyed spending a little too much money on overpriced makeup palettes and listened to whatever songs were in the top list that week - Harry was a little more into old school music, bringing up bands and songs you had never heard of before. He did all his shopping at different thrift shops. He wore weird shirts and painted his nails without caring what anyone else thought while you couldn’t even leave the house without checking with all your roommates at least three times if your outfit was okay. You loved scrolling through instagram, Harry didn’t even have an account.

He was interesting, alluring and cool.

You just weren’t any of that.

You weren’t his type and he was simply just out of your league.

Until one night.

It was your friends Jax’s birthday and there had been a ridiculous amount of alcohol consumed. When you told everyone you were leaving Harry stood up and annouced he’d come with you, and because everyone was so drunk, you two included, no one thought more about it.

You left the club together, Harry got an uber and when it stopped outside your house he got out with you.

Kisses where shared and clothes came off and the next day you thought you were still sleeping when you woke up next to him. There was no awkwardness as you shared a cup of tea and he made a full english breakfast to cure your hangovers.

And then the two of you did the same thing again next weekend and it kinda just became a thing. That was three months ago now and it was still nothing you really talked about. Which was fine; you didn’t really want to talk about it. Because what were you supposed to say? Whatever was going on was working and you didn’t want to complicate things.

You were fine with just waking up next to him every now and again, especially now when the nights were getting colder and darker. It was just nice to have a warm body to snuggle up to.

It was an agreement that worked well for both of you, even if you did fancy him a little it wasn’t a full blown crush and Harry kept calling you his friend so that’s what you also settled on calling yourself. You knew you weren’t the type of girl he usually went for and that made it easier to keep your feelings for him platonic. He was too cool for you anyway.

This way you just didn’t have to swipe through tinder or chat some random guy up at the bar to get laid.

Louisa kept warning you that you were going to get your heart broken but you reassured her that no such thing was going to happen. It was just sex. Amazing sex. He made you feel like no other man ever had. Harry knew just how to work you and it made you lose your breath every single time. Your whole body was on fire anytime he touched you.

“What time is it?”

Harry’s sleepy voice startled you and his body vibrated against yours under the duvet as he chuckled. His arm was slung over you loosely and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

“I dunno,” you whispered back and leaned into his touch a little more. The hair on his legs tickled your smoother ones and his skin was clammy against yours. But neither of you made any effort to move away from each other. It was early still, the sun barely shining through the blinds in Harry’s bedroom.

“Hm,” he hummed and tightened his grip a little. “Can’t sleep?”

“Just thinking. “

“About...?”

“Nothing really.”

Harry hummed again but didn’t say anything else. You laid in silence while Harry stroked his thumb over your stomach gently. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Just the two of you, tangled in each other’s naked bodies and the sheets. You could feel a hangover coming over you slowly. Your head felt heavy, throbbing painfully against the soft pillows under you. There was a glass of water on the bedside table tempting you but reaching out for it meant moving away from Harry and you were just way too comfortable to do so.

It wasn’t long until Harry’s soft snores filled the room again and his thumb stilled. You sighed deeply, sleep creeping over you too. You were friends. Friends that slept together and cuddled. Nothing else. Just friends.

... but you really could stay like this forever.

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Sooo basically, like I said. This is just the start of something I’ve been writing and I just want to know what people think of it. I feel a bit rusty writing, so understand if it’s a bit weird haha BUT I appreciate anyone who took their time reading it. Thank you. And if someone wants to let me know their thoughts or have any ideas of what to change, please send me a message. Like anything is appreciated. Thanks <3

ps i know there’s probably a few spelling errors in there. like i said, i’m a bit rusty, sorry!

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry #harry styles #harry styles concept #harry styles au #my writing #fanfic #harry styles x you #hs writing #writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic

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dragonnan · 4 years ago

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Author Interview Tag

Tagged by @aelaer a week or two ago, thank you!

Name: Tanya (among family I'm Nan or Auntie Nanny)

Fandoms: Sherlock, MCU, Psych, Prodigal Son, and a goodly collection of others

Where you post: For a number of years I posted on FFN but between the really shitty reviews and extremely cumbersome posting process I finally quit. I posed on Psychfic while still an active part of that fandom but that, too, has pretty much ended. I put a few stories on Wattpad but found it to be pretty meh. I now post exclusively to AO3.

Most popular multi-chapter fic: It's a tossup between “Fury” on Psychfic and “All Nighter” on AO3 – one based on comments and the other on Kudos. Frankly “popularity” is really subjective because there's also stuff like read count and with comments, at least nearly half are replies from me and read count also includes re-reads as well as every time I clicked on the damn thing to edit so....

You know I'm just really not sure how to properly answer this??

Favorite story you’ve written so far: Like others have stated you can ask me this on three different days and get three different answers and there will be more than 1 fic mentioned every time so.... Because I write in different fandoms I just absolutely can't list a single fic. The best I can narrow it would a fic from my top 3 fandoms.

Psych: Paint it Black. I had read a fic where Shawn was gradually going blind and had really been enjoying it and the challenges it presented. Sadly it was never completed. As has happened before I decided I would write my own damn fic if I couldn't get a completed story so that was the primary motivation to start this. What I most love about this is writing from Shawn's perspective as he navigates being blind and not knowing whether or not his condition is permanent. I did my best to honor the experience of blind and partially blind people and tried to look beyond the cliché.

MCU: I have so much fun writing these stories! In spite of the dumpster fire the film canon became I do so love this sandbox and employing various forms of unfucking it. So I'm gonna cheat a little and pick two for my faves here since one is a WIP. Sed Diabolus. I don't need to have completed it yet to know this will be my all-time favorite. This is the first fic that has been entirely plotted out and OMG I'm so excited for iiiit!! The second is Simple Math which seems like an odd choice given there's zero action – mostly just one character – hell, not even any whump. But there is something about that deep dive into Tony's mindset that keeps this as a fave even though it was the first thing I ever wrote for the MCU. I learned about Tony as I wrote this and I also worked my way through those motivations that bothered me regarding Stane. Even years later I still mentally go back to this fic whenever I write Tony because I feel encapsulates the essence of how I see him as a character.

Sherlock: Compared to other fandoms I'm still quite new to this fandom so I don't have nearly as many fics. But I still have a favorite! And, like with the MCU, it's the first story I ever wrote for this fandom; The Tiger and the Shark. Returning to a plot device I've employed in other fics, this one is built around a sexual assault and taking the character on a journey from that terrible event to the point where they rediscover themselves. PTSD ever being my favorite form of whump I employ that fairly a lot in this story and employ some kinda radical methods for coping with those memories.

Fic you were nervous to post: I mean until I start getting comments I'm a world of anxiety with every story I post. But grabbing a specific fic that hit my nerves – that Sherlock fic I'd said was my fave certainly qualified. Not only was it my first Sherlock fic – it also was charging out of the gate with a very heavy topic so yeah – I wasn't sure if people would absolutely hate it or find my characterizations totally off or what.

How you choose your titles: It varies a bit. In some stories, like Sed Diabolus, I actually consult friends on various ideas. Other times I'll consider songs or lyrics and my favorite thing is if I can alter the known title just a bit to make it more relevant to the fic (I did that a LOT with Psych fics which was the method the show also employed for its episode titles). One of my favorite Psych titles is “The Wizard Was the Wicked Witch and the Scarecrow Lost His Courage”.

Do you outline: Almost never – not until “Sed Diabolus”. That story, though, is so astoundingly complex that without an outline I'd be hopelessly lost. I am, though, trying to make a practice of outlining more because it helps SO much!

Complete: If we count every one-shot collection and challenge collection it likely is over 200 stories. Of course a lot of those are one-shots. My total completed chaptered fics number maybe around 34?

In progress: 16 – between Psychfic and AO3. All Psych stories are on long-term hiatus for the foreseeable future (some, honestly, I will never finish as they are many many years old and I've lost the inspiration for the plot). Several MCU stories are also on the back-burner while I focus on “Sed Diabolus”. I admit I get LOTS of story ideas and staying focused on a single fic is not something I've ever been greatly successful with.

Coming soon/not yet started: I meaaaan.... lots?? I have probably several hundred ideas and partially started fics across many fandoms. As to “imminently coming soon...” I don't think I currently have an active story that I haven't already posted at least a first chapter. Sadly I have zero patience for developing something for months before posting which is why I have so many WIPs. That said I DO have a Sherlock au that has been poking at me now and then involving the witch trials that started in Denmark and, eventually, made their way to Salem. The idea would be that Molly Hooper is accused of being a witch. She, of course, is innocent but cause this unfortunate attention due to her “uncanny” ability to heal the sick and injured (not so much uncanny as opposed to employing methods that aren't so reliant on superstition and folklore).

She is scheduled to be tortured and executed but is saved by Sherlock – a strange recluse primarily ignored and given a pass as he solves mysteries for people. He and his friend John save Molly from this awful fate. The twist is that Sherlock is a sorcerer (bit of marvel crossover-ish) and able to transport them to safety.

Do you accept prompts: I wish I could cause I love ideas but I don't have the time/energy to always work on what I already have and I'm awful at follow thru. Like I will never turn away an Ask wanting to share ideas but I can't promise that I can actually write anything.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: As was the reply to a previous query – I have lots that are ideas that will linger in partial stages for sometimes years. If it's “upcoming” I've already posted the first chapter lol! But, again, I have several story ideas that whenever I poke through my folders I get excited about someday actually writing them. Here is a teaser for an MCU fic involving Tony Stark and Obie (I still feel this was never explored enough – certainly not in fic):

They were doing a retrospective, ten year anniversary kinda... whatever. Unofficial, of course. Certainly nothing Pepper would have dreamed up even at her most drunk (which, honestly, was never her scene. Tony had sorta owned that space well beyond the time it had started owning him). Whose idea it ultimately had been? Frankly Tony couldn't give a fuck. That he was asked to be one of the speakers was slightly more... awkward. Awkward was the right word, yeah? Nauseating was certainly another and possibly a bit more accurate.

Dead for a decade and Obadiah Stane still managed to fuck with his life.

But... it hadn't always been that way. At least, not as he'd believed back when the Walkman had been on every kid's Christmas list.

He'd thought it was bonding; at the time. His dad had never been one for just hanging out; shooting the shit; telling tales out of school. No, Pops, when he bothered to interact, led with questions. “You keeping your grades up?” “You still seeing that floozy?” “When are you going to pull your head out of your ass and grow the hell up?” “You do realize it's my name you're disgracing every time you go on a bender?”

With Obie it was just, easy. Obie might ask about school but it was always with approval and pride. He would discuss Tony's conquests as though Tony had climbed Kilimanjaro wearing nothing but underwear and a cape.

Obie was there when his father wasn't. Which meant that Obie was always there. The first time he got astoundingly drunk on his father's scotch, Obie was the one to help him hunch over the toilet and vomit expensive, aged booze into the toilet. Obie was also the one to replace the depleted bottle to keep Howard in the dark. For a fourteen year old kid still trying to gain his dad's favor, that had meant everything.

He saw his first porn with Obie; sex education ala Traci Lords, three months shy of his fifteenth birthday. That was the same time he was introduced to weed. Obie had cautioned him to use it sparingly; didn't want to fry that genius brain, he'd say, and ruffle his hair. The porn had made him uncomfortable. Obie had turned it off and told him they could watch whatever Tony wanted. They'd ended up changing the station to Knight Rider; smoking and munching Cheetos and laughing over their orange fingers.

It was Obie who was there, arm around his shoulders, after his parents died. He desperately didn't want to sob in front of the man. Things were so complicated with his dad that all he felt was blinding guilt... as though some part of him had caused this. But Obie had filled him with bourbon until the emotions got soft around the edges and he'd sat beside the older man, head tipping gradually to the right until he was held up by Obie's shoulder. Obie had just slung an arm around him and let Tony pass out while he rubbed a broad hand up and down his bicep.

It was strange, now, looking back with adult perspective. A perspective that included Afghanistan and his intended execution while Obie talked about legacy and responsibility while Tony's lungs slowly seized. He'd taken the time to sit there – arm around Tony's shoulders while one broad hand traveled up and down Tony's bicep – just like when he was a kid and Obie was the whole world.

He'd tried to remember if it had felt so... tainted... at the time. Or if he'd always believed it was love.

Obie had never quite crossed that line. Though hindsight offered a peek into that possibility with enough clarity Tony had fought with his cramping gut for nearly thirty minutes. He'd staved off vomiting though he was fairly certain his dignity had still been in tatters what with Bruce wandering in on his misery.

Upcoming story you are most excited about (this is basically a repeat of the above question so I decided to change it. Do you have a future story idea you'd like to write that is not yet beyond the vague idea stage? I love stories that put Molly in some sort of jeporady and I have a barely formed idea to someday write a “stalker fic” of some sort and not I don't care that this trope had been done on repeat – I still love it lol! I have a smidge of writing for it:

“I need your help.”

As afternoons at Baker Street went, this was a mundane request heard so often that Sherlock's typical reply, “Obviously, or you wouldn't be here”, could have been printed on flash cards. The detective had actually made the suggestion after a particularly full day at the flat and having heard the statement no less than twenty times.

Today, however, Sherlock merely blinked for a moment. Then, with an awkwardness rare to a man with a lethal sort of grace in his movements, Sherlock gestured to John's chair, JOHN'S CHAIR, before taking his usual seat.

Molly didn't exactly smile but her lips edged up a bit before she sat.

John cleared his throat before pointing a vague hand towards the kitchen. “I'll just go make some tea, shall I?”

“No, please, I...” The stammer in her speech was not uncommon; though John couldn't recall such obvious fear. Forgoing the kitchen he, instead, took the hard wooden chair facing the other two.

“Molly, what's wrong?”

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hardforbenhardy · 5 years ago

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somebody to love pt.4

warnings: mentions of stripping, angst, cute roger, mentions of (not physical) child abuse/bad parenting

word count: 3.9k

pt 4 finally here after a kinda long break of posting fics so i’m sorry, just had a lot on my plate recently - i’m going away soon on a road trip so i’ll probably end up writing a bunch then and publishing when i get back!! anyway, hope you enjoy this one :)

taglist: @jennyggggrrr

“So, this might seem like a weird question, but why do you do it?" Roger asked, looking down at you as you walked down the empty street. The lamps dimly lit the rain-soaked streets, making it impossible to see 5 feet in front of you. Terraced houses line each side of the narrow roads and the sound of raindrops on tiled roofs constantly drum in your ears. The streets are totally isolated, not even the odd car or person breaks the dullness of the black tarmac. The sky is dark and overcast, with the occasional roll of thunder rumbling in the distance. You look up to face Roger, furrowing your brows at his question; "Do what?"

"Stripping. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want, I was just curious. I won't judge you or anything, I promise"

"It's fine, I don't mind" you grin up at him, him quickly returning the favour. "A few months ago, my dad got fired from his job. It put my family into a lot of debt, and my mum never had a job so they have no source of income. My mum, dad and little brother all in one house. So, erm, I looked for a job to help pay the bills for them and it was the first one I came across. I was desperate so I took it. It isn't great pay but it's better than nothing"

"So you're doing it to help your family?"

"Not quite. I'm doing it to help George, my little brother. He's only 12 and he deserves a normal childhood, you know, to be able to get a good education and live in a house and grow up healthily without worrying about where his next meal is going to come from or where he's going to sleep the next night. Helping my parents out too is just a side job. They're not good people. I mean, my Pa got fired for a reason - he didn't work. Both my parents, they just expect everything to be handed to them on a silver plate; they don't work for it, they don't put any effort in. You know, when I told them I was studying Biology at University, they weren't proud of me because I was achieving something, or being successful. They were proud because they knew I could get a job where I'd be able to fund them, so they wouldn't have to. They know I'm only doing it to help George, and they take advantage of it, because if there's one thing I'll never do, it's harm George's future. He doesn't deserve that, he's done nothing wrong. Yet my parents just don't seem to care." you ranted, the words pouring out your mouth as you let out all your feelings that you had been burying deep down. Not even Freddie knew this stuff about you, he thought your parents were financially stable and working; because that's what you had told him. Because you knew Freddie, and if you had told him all of this, he would never ask for rent or never expect you to help out around the apartment. And you needed to take responsibility when it came to things like that. By the time you finished your sentence, your voice cracked and you felt a drop roll down your cheek; you were unsure of whether it was a raindrop or tear but apparently Roger seemed to notice it was a tear. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight, as you sobbed gently, your shame-filled tears soaking into his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry you have to deal with all that, you don't deserve to have all that on your back, your brother is so lucky to have a sister like you." He mumbled, attempting to comfort you as he held you so close that you could feel the faint beating of his heart against your head. It was soothing, his warmth encompassing you as his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. You pulled away, wiping under your eyes with your hand as you felt yourself begin to shiver from the sensation of the harsh rain against your bare skin. Roger noticed this, and quickly removed his shirt, wrapping it around your shoulders - "Here, take it."

"Roger, now your going to get cold and wet" you exclaimed, going to remove the shirt from your shoulders, no matter how much it provided warmth and comfort with the smell of Roger radiating from it. However, he stopped you, insisting you wear the shirt. Before you knew it, you were back in the block you shared, walking up the stairs; until you stopped in your tracks at the realisation. You didn't have a key.

"Rog..." you muttered, seeing him turn rapidly, afraid there was something wrong. "What? Is it your hand?"

"I may have left my key in the apartment"

"So? Freddies in?"

"He won't be awake - he has a massive theory tomorrow and I can't wake him, he needs all the sleep he can get. You wouldn't mind if I sleep at yours for the night would you? I'm happy to take the couch, I just cannot wake Freddie - I know he would never wake me when I had an exam the next day. I won't bother you I promise." you mumbled, so quietly that you weren’t even sure he was able to hear you. You were expecting him to turn you down immediately, but when his head shot up at the words 'sleep at yours', you thought your chances were even slimmer than they were before.

"O-of course you can." He answered, showing you the way to his apartment, which was surprisingly closer to yours than you had realised. He began to unlock the door, as you felt a tumultuous pounding in your head as you leant against the frame, presumably from the multiple drinks you had consumed throughout the night. The drunken feeling had previously subsided as you stayed in motion, but now that you had stopped moving, it all rushed to your head all of a sudden. As soon as Roger had threw the door open you ran to the bathroom; bending over the toilet bowl as you threw up all traces of alcohol from your system. Thankfully, the layout of each apartment in the block was practically the same so you knew where you were going. Roger was quickly behind you, his hands wrapping around your flowing hair to keep it out of your face as you were sick. If there was any feeling you hated, it was being sick. You sat back, leaning against the side of the bathtub, as you brushed your fingers through your hair. Your freckled skin glistened in the light of the bathroom as sweat covered your face, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath you took. "God, I'm so sorry you have to deal with this" you mumbled, feeling a tear make its way down your cheek.

"Oh love, don't be sorry - just wait till you have to deal with a drunk Roger and then you'll be sorry" He joked, leaning forward to wipe his thumb gently over your cheek, as you chuckled breathly at his words. "How about we get you into bed, you should get some rest"

You nodded lightly; not trusting your voice; as he helped you up to stand on your feet, stumbling a little from lightheadedness. He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked beside you over to the bed; you wanted to resist and demand you sleep on the couch like you had originally promised, but you lacked any form of energy that allowed you to do so. You were, however, slightly shocked when you felt the bed dip beside you as Roger climbed in on the other side, pulling the covers tightly over his now pajama-clad body. "Do you want a shirt to sleep in? I don't think that dress is going to be very comfortable after all"

"It should be fine Rog, don't worry about it" you weakly smiled back, the truth being this dress was making it incredibly difficult to breath being so restricting, and the leather was creating an extremely uncomfortable friction on your thighs, but there was no possibility that you would be able to stand up and get changed into a new pair of clothes without Rogers help; and Roger was not going to see you in just your panties tonight.

"Y/N, don't be stupid, that dress is 20% lace and 80% leather; there is no way you can sleep in that. I'll help you change if you want?"

"Rog, it's fine honestly!"

"Your not wearing a bra, are you?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows in humour as he turned to face you, your face clouded in embarrassment; all he did was chuckle lightly. "Look, I won't sneak a peek - but there's no way I am letting you sleep in that, even if it means I wait till your asleep and then change you"

"Fine, but if I catch you peaking, you're dead" you shoot him a serious glare, narrowing your eyes before he helps you to sit up and unzips the back of your dress. A shiver passes through your skin as Roger's touch stands cold against your incredibly overheating skin, the alcohol having increased your body temperature already. Having thrown up all the liquor previously, it was no longer making you dizzy and you were fortunately able to pull yourself out of bed, allowing Roger to blindly attempt at pulling the dress over your head. "Rog, you better not be spying" you chuckled, opening your eyes as the dress was finally hauled over your head, only to see Roger squinting his eyes very slightly. You snatched the t-shirt he was holding in his hand, throwing it over your head before slapping Rogers chest rather boisterously with your none-broken hand, scolding him harshly "Roger, you fucking dick, what is wrong with you!"

"Sorry, sorry - I promise, I didn't actually look, I was just taking piss love" Roger chuckled, rubbing the mark you had made on his chest before helping you back into bed. Seeing you turn your bedside light off and turn away from his side once he had climbed back in, Roger whispered "Look, Y/N, I'm being honest - I didn't look, I'm fucking half blind so I can barely see with eyes fully open, let alone half shut. I'm sorry"

But before he knew it, you had fallen into a deep slumber, the calming aroma of cigarettes and Roger's natural scent diffusing from his shirt combined with the utter lack of energy you contained by the end of the night knocking you out completely as soon as your head hit the silken pillow - which also smelled distinctly of Rogers shampoo. Little did you know, you had grown a small smile on your face as you dozed off, which Roger took kind note of.

—-

Sitting in Roger's living room, you felt strangely comfortable - of course, it was the same set out as you flat, but Roger's flat was much more... bland. Compared to yours and Freddie’s apartment, which was vibrant and busy with pictures on the wall and decorations, Rogers was like a prison cell. But it still felt as if you belonged and was welcome here. You were sat, curled up in a thick blanket on the couch, while Roger prepared two teas in the kitchen. His heating had been turned off after not paying his bills, meaning you had to improvise a new way to get some form of heat and comfort. Roger walked slowly into the room, taking his time to ensure he didn't splash any of the beverage onto his carpeted floor, setting the mugs carefully down onto the coffee table in front of you before plonking down on the couch next to you. You leant forward to retrieve your mug, pursing your lips into a small 'o' to blow gently on the top of the tea, before moving back and resting your head gently onto Roger's shoulder. You felt him flinch slightly with your touch, making you move away, reluctant to go any further.

"No, no, it's fine sorry. You can rest on me, just wasn't expecting it" Roger smiled, leaning forward to retrieve his mug also and taking a large sip. He was wearing a thick, soft jumper which he admitted he hadn't worn in years but it was the only thing he could find that was going to keep him from freezing to death; it wasn't something you would expect to see Roger Taylor wearing, but he certainly pulled it off. The material was soft against your cheek as you placed it into the crook of his neck, cuddling up as closely to Roger as was physically possible at the time. He had put the Beatles on his record player on the other side of the room, which was playing gently. You looked up at Roger, admiring his face as he drank the scalding beverage, his eyes squinting through his glasses slightly as he attempted to read the book in his hand that he had pulled out of seemingly nowhere.

"What ya reading?" you grinned, not actually caring about the book one bit, but rather just wanting to start a conversation with him.

"Oh, it's just a book Brian gave me - says it's super interesting stuff on astrophysics or whatever. I would never usually entertain the idea of physics but there is genuinely nothing else to do." He chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before flicking the page.

"We could play something like, I don't know, truth or dare?" you suggested, mentally smacking yourself for proposing such a childish idea.

"Sure - anything to save me from the 'space time continuum' or whatever this is going on about. Okay, truth of dare?"

"Ermmmm, dare" you smirked, looking up at Roger making eye contact. You played for about 30 minutes, Roger daring you to do stupid things like crack an egg on your head and drink pickle juice, whilst he only picked truths meaning you now knew all about his sex life and childhood. You had been avoiding picking truths so far because you knew Roger would bring up something about your sex life or relationships and considering neither of which existed you didn't want to take the chance of exposing yourself.

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Dare"

"Oh for fuck sake Y/N, you've picked dare every time! I'm beginning to think you have something to hide..." Roger chuckled, raising his eyebrows and poking yourchest lightly. "Fine - truth"

"Finally! Who do you have a crush on?" He questioned, wiggling his eyebrows which made you giggle slightly. His childish question made me immediately blush as you knew you couldn't lie right now; Roger has proven that he is extremely talented at knowing when you’re lying. So you had to play this carefully.

"Seriously Rog, that's your question? Is that all you can think of?" you chuckled, stalling for as long as you possibly could.

"Come on, answer the question!"

"I can't Rog, I can't say- it's embarrassing" you mumbled, leaning to face the ground as you backed away a little from Roger, the closeness between you suddenly feeling a lot more uncomfortable than comforting. "Y/N, I'm not going to judge you, I promise - I mean you know all about my sex life, can't get more embarassing than that. Now, who do you fancy?”

You couldn't hold it in any longer, because you knew there was no getting out of the situation Roger had unknowingly put you into. You took a deep breath, before looking up to stare into Roger's piercing blue eyes which showed just a small hint of hope. "Y-you"

Roger didn't say anything. He just sat there, stone faced as if he had just been told the worst news in the world. And you knew you had fucked up. Bad. "Me?"

"Y-yeah. Sorry. D-do you feel the same?"

"Are you joking? You've got to be taking the piss. Obviously I fucking don't, look at you. I mean, you're a great friend, but never in my life would I fancy you" Roger scoffed, laughing at even the suggestion of liking you. “Y/N, I'm not being funny - you're not exactly my type are you. I mean you're a weird freak who sits in the back of class, who has literally no friends other than me, and not to mention you are a stripper. Couldn't fancy someone knowing they are probably slutting around with hundreds of 50 year old men"

You felt your heart drop to your feet as you found yourself unable to breath. It felt like your whole world had lost its purpose. But the next thing you knew, you were jolting forward from your lying position, only to find yourself back in Rogers bed. Everything was exactly how it had been when you fell asleep; Roger was passed out beside you, spread across the mattress as he lightly snored; you were in his t-shirt he had blindly attempted to put on you, while your dress was thrown on the floor beside the bed; the curtains were still open, letting just a slither of moonlight beam through. You looked to your side, peering at the clock on the bedside table; 3:07 am. It was a dream. No, nightmare. It felt like everything was going in slow motion, when realistically you had only been awake for a few seconds. Roger had noticed your sudden movement, as he began to stir slightly from his slumber; yet this didn't deter you from completely breaking down. Your throat tightened, making it difficult to breath, yet somehow at the same time you were breathing profusely. Your forehead was glimmering in the moonlight as you perspired, feeling exhausted as if you had just been on a marathon. The tears were rolling down your cheeks as the words roamed around your mind like a storm. Weird Freak. No friends. Slutting around. Never in my life would I fancy you. You had heard those words a million times before, you had practically become immune to them. But there was something so devastating, so heartbreaking, hearing it come from the mouth of the one person who you thought saw you differently. Who you truly had feelings for. It was common for you to have nightmares after getting drunk; a weird side effect to the intoxicants; but never has it been so intensely gut-wrenching to experience. You were so out of it, you had barely heard Roger sitting up and moving closer, until he had wrapped his arm around you to pull you into his chest.

"Y/N? Hey, shhh, what's going on? You're okay, shh" He soothed, brushing one hand through your hair whilst the other rubbed up and down your arm in a calming manner. He didn't even know what was happening yet he felt so inclined to help, it sent shivers down your spine and butterflies to your tummy. You found yourself unable to answer, instead just crying into your palms, sniffling as if you had just inhaled a line of pepper. "It's okay, you don't have to speak, just breath"

You were alleviated within a matter of minutes, the tenderness of Rogers arms wrapped tightly around your waist and the rise and fall of his chest rocking your whole body with it. You were finally able to breath at a casual pace again, words coming a bit more naturally than they previously were as you breathed out "S-sorry I woke you"

"Love, don't be silly, you don't have to apologise- just breathe love, that's it. What happened?"

"B-bad dream. Nightmare." you breathed out, attempting to put thoughts to words. It was still replaying in your head, his every word haunting you, What if that was how he actually felt. "What about? Can you try and explain it"

"I-It was a boy. I like him. A-and we were just hanging out, and he asked who I liked. So I told him. A-and he just laughed. In my face - said he could never fancy someone like me, because I'm a w-weird freak, who has no friends and sluts around with 50 year olds. I-I've heard it all before, b-but when it comes from his mouth, it's s-so much worse" you sobbed, tears falling from your eyes once again as you reminisced on the nightmare.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry - that sounds awful. You know none of that is true love, and I don't know what you do with men, but that's none of my business and it wouldn't matter even if you did. Who says you can't have a little fun every now and then?" Roger soothed, his hand still rubbing your band in calming circles, his words making you chuckle. Of course he would say that - he is known for sleeping around. "Who was it? If you don't mind me asking"

"O-oh, Rog, I don't think I can say" you breathed, your mind racing with multiple thoughts of what to say next. Do you just tell him? You feel like youre suffering more keeping it to yourself. But on the other hand, you and Roger had just become friends and you don't want to lose what you’ve gained. What if he reacts exactly the same as he did in the dream? But then again, what if he likes you back - he did invite you out tonight and you did notice him eying you up in that dress. "Why not? I'm not going to judge you, love"

"I don't want it to ruin things between us." you were basically spoon-feeding it to him now, yet he still furrowed his brows in confusion, his brain puzzling to figure out who it was you were on about. "Why would it ruin things between us? Wait, Y/N, oh my god..." Here we go...

"Brian?"

"Brian?!... Yeah! Yeah, it's Brian. I fancy Brian - no one else, just Brian!" you nervously exclaimed, ensuring Roger knew that it definitely was not him. You saw a previous glint of hope in his eyes suddenly dissipate, but you brushed it off. "Sorry - that's probably really weird!"

"Why would it be weird? Brian's a great lad - even though he gets on my nerves far too often! And anyone, he'd be lucky to have someone like you"

"I don't know, because he's your best friend and I've only known him for - literally a few hours" you laugh, realising how stupid my lie actually was. You had met him only 5 hours ago, and you were claiming to fancy him. Yet this didn't seem strange to Roger, as he simply replied with a mumbled "Trust me- I know how it feels to fall for someone you've known for a short time"

"Roger Taylor falling for someone? That's unheard of!" you laughed, seeing him roll his eyes and chuckle along, slapping your right arm gently as a joke. "Just please don't tell him, yeah?"

"I would never"

You let out a loud yawn, having had barely any sleep so far and being exhausted from the shaking after waking. Roger took notice of this, moving to lay you both down before wrapping his arms completely round your waist; your back against his stomach and your hips in sweet contact. You fell asleep faster than you ever had before in your life, the warmth and comfort of Rogers body encompassing you. If only he knew.

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writteninsunshine · 5 years ago

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What Are You Waiting For? - Harry Hook/Gil - SFW

Title: What Are You Waiting For? Author: Donnie Fandom: Descendants Setting: Uma’s Ship, Isle of the Lost Pairing: Harry Hook/Gil Characters: Harry Hook, Gil, Uma, Jonas, Captain Hook, Gaston, Cecil Clayton Genre: Romance/Spiritual Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 1431 Type of Work: One-Shot Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Fluff, Implied Homophobia, Implied Soulmate Stuff, True Love, Polyamory Mention, Somewhat Steamy But Not Really, Actually Writing Harry’s Accent Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: If Gil were to do anything at all, Harry’s brain would short-circuit. Uma knew this better than anyone. AN: Alright, so, here we are again! I decided to try my hand at writing Harry’s accent, here, but I don’t know if it’s any good. If you guys could tell me what you think about me writing it, I’d be very thankful. In other news, I needed something fluffy and sweet and soft to get me through the day, so here we have this. It actually helped to give me a bit of hope and a tiny bit of a boost while working on stuff. Also, I really like the headcanon that Harry gives everyone an animal for a nickname. Duckling for Jane, Angelfish for Uma, and Gil gets Mouse. ; u; We’ll see what else I end up giving him. I’ll also have to write something for my headcanon about Harry, his hook and their relationship to Gil. It’s actually kind of a big deal for how I write them so… I need to hop on that. Also, also, I don’t have internet at home at the moment, and I don’t know when that will change. Donations to my Ko-Fi (Sunshinecackle) would be greatly appreciated, and I will write or draw for every donation received. We need to make money so we can fix this, but the only way we can is via the internet. Anything helps.

Descendants Fic Masterlist What Are You Waiting For? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Harry’s eyes hadn’t been focused for their entire conversation, and Uma couldn’t even bring herself to care. Whatever Gil was doing behind her, ship rigging or carrying things or just standing around, he was doing it shirtless due to the heat. Of course Harry wouldn’t be able to focus for a goddamn second with that kind of eye candy hanging around. Every so often, he’d mutter something and this time she couldn’t stop herself from asking the question that had been on her mind all day.

“What’d you say, Harry?” “He’s like a fockin’ Greek God. Bet ye’ ‘e gives Hercules a run fer ‘is money.” Distracted as he was, he didn’t miss her chuckle as she shifted her weight to her left foot, crossing her arms and smirking at him. “Wot?” “I can tell you’re going to get fuck all done today,” Uma told him, her tone mock-chiding, “So you should just go. Take Gil with you, and if you swing by the beach, you can bring back some snails for dinner. Don’t say I never do anything nice for you.” “Never, Angelfish.” Harry left her with a chaste, cursory kiss to her cheek, ducking around her and making a beeline for his Adonis. Gil hefted another water-filled barrel and hopped twice in place, starting for the dock when Harry’s usually hook-laden hand gripped his bicep. “Oi, Mouse, what’re ye’ upta?” Gil turned, every ounce of him a ray of sunshine from his brilliant smile to his strong arms, grinning broadly as he hefted the barrel up onto his left shoulder instead. “Hey, Harry! Just moving stuff for Uma.” He chirped happily, immediately lit up and relaxed in his lover’s presence. The simple fact that Harry would remove the hook just to touch him made his heart flutter in his chest and he could feel a warmth spreading on his cheeks. “Well, it’s yer lucky day, mate.” Harry winked playfully, attempting to take the barrel for all of a second before simply gesturing to the deck of the ship instead, “Turns out Uma’s turned us loose fer th’day. Whaddye wanna do?” “Uh…” Frowning, Gil set the barrel down and scratched his head, considering whatever options seemed feasible to him, before shrugging. Often he was aimless in his own endeavors, preferring to have instructions or orders to follow, so being given free rein over their itinerary was a foreign, uncomfortable feeling. “I dunno. We could go swipe something for lunch at the market?” “We could… Then we could go to th’beach, ye?” Harry offered, keeping Uma’s snail request in mind, “Catch some snails, get our feet wet, make out a little.” The last part came out quieter than the rest; Gil had just shrugged back into his shirt when he paused, turning to Harry. “What was that last part?” “Get our feet wet a little, Mouse.” Harry purred in response, drawing his fingertips under Gil’s chin, “Let’s skedaddle, then, shall we?” “Sure thing, Harry!” Gil grinned, bouncing on his heels a couple of times and shaking his hands out before pausing, calling up to Uma on the forecastle, “We’re gonna go get lunch!” When all she did was wave them off with a silent bark of laughter, Gil took Harry’s hand tenderly. He started across the gangplank with Harry diligently following him just far enough behind for a view, talking a lot but hardly saying anything. Despite this, Harry admired Gil as if he’d just found the rarest treasure in all of Auradon. The love-drunk smile on his lips was enough to make most of the other VK’s feel sick, and he sauntered along behind Gil like he was made to do it. It was clear where his eyes were, following the curve of Gil’s ass, taking in the bulge of his thighs and the perfect cut of his pants over his calves. Praise be, but Harry sure was a lucky one. “So, anyway, then I told Jonas that if he really wanted to grow a potato, he should ask my dad. ‘Cause he kinda grows them? I can swallow his potatoes whole, but he told me I shouldn’t do that, ‘cause they’re not like eggs. You gotta cook ‘em first.” Pausing, he glanced behind him, realizing that, since he’d started speaking, he hadn’t exactly gotten a response. “Harry?” “Whassa matter, mouse?” Shaken out of his thoughts, Harry looked up with a slowly dawning dumb grin on his face. Gil gave him a quizzical look before finally shrugging, a similar smile growling on his own lips. "You weren't talking so I thought you were ignoring me." The little pout that suddenly pursed those perfect lips ended any self-control that Harry had left, and he rocketed forward suddenly. Catching Gil's cheeks in his hands, the hook abandoned in its holster on his coat, Harry smashed their lips together too hard, the clack of teeth and a sharp pain reminding him to be gentler. "Uh… Harry?" Gil asked after a second, voice quiet as if fearful of actually detracting from their current activities. "Wha's on yer mind, Mouse?" Harry's exasperation was evident in the gruff growl of his voice, and Gil shrank a little against him. Clearing his throat, he offered a soft smile, resting their foreheads together instead, "Really, I'm all ears." "Aren't we s'posed to get lunch?" Ah. As usual, the son of Gaston had food on the brain. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned back in to nibble on Gil's lower lip, relishing in the soft whine that pulled from him. "I guess it can wait." They hadn't quite made it to the beach, but Harry had a hard time with his impulse control in a normal situation; Gil sapped any modicum of self-denial Harry had managed to scrape together. Just one of those sunshiny grins and a twinkle in his eye and Harry had to touch him. Crowding the taller man against the wall of whatever shop they'd stopped behind, he swayed his hips a little as he all but pinned Gil to the rotted wood. Prepared to stake his claim in public, again, Harry's jaw parted with an audible pop to clamp down around the thick cords of muscle in Gil's neck, and a slight slip told him Gil's knees had buckled. "Lunch can wait." Harry relished in the breathlessness in Gil's voice, loving the vibrations against his teeth. He hummed in response, rolling his hips as both hands moved to take those strong wrists and pin them above Gil's head. It was easier than it should have been, but just as Harry couldn't control himself around Gil, Gil found it impossible not ton give in to Harry's wished ten times out of nine. H’s every whim. Uma liked to say they were incorrigible sometimes, and other times she used the word ‘addicted’. Whatever she wanted to brand them never quite felt like it was one hundred percent accurate, though. No language had the words to describe the intensity of the feelings that they had for one another, and she was fairly sure that despite trying, she would always settle for ones that didn’t quite fit the bill. Even with her involvement, there was never any question that Harry and Gil were meant for each other. True Love and all that garbage that nobody on the Isle had believed in turned out to be glaringly true. Gil and Harry were the luckiest of the VK’s in the fact that theirs had been on the Isle at the same time in the first place. All those things were lost in the heated storm between them, however, the electricity dripping from every point of contact distracting them. Harry’s lips didn’t stop moving, regardless of if they were on Gil’s mouth or roaming down the side of his face or neck. Hands delved underneath the other’s leather vest, desperate for more skin when a rather loud ‘ahem’ sounded from behind them. Gil didn’t get a chance to really see who it was, too blinded by need and Harry’s face, but Harry’s reaction of a slow glare as he pulled back turning into a somber, sheepish grin told him all he needed to know. James Hook had been the one to catch them, this time, and the knowing look he gave his son spoke volumes; they were lucky it wasn’t Clayton or Gaston. Taking Gil’s hand, Harry pulled back and tugged his dumbstruck lover along, ducking down a few alleyways on the way to the beach. They had some lunch to catch and waves to get partially undressed for. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: It’s been a few days since I’ve been able to get anything done, but I think I really needed this. I hope you guys enjoyed!

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